You boys ready for a road trip? ;)

Mike: Sounds good to me. Ain't had a good motorcycle ride in ages.

Micky: I'm ready! :D

Peter: I'm not much of a motocyclist. I think I'll stay out of this story. :p

Micky: No problem, Big Peter. We'll have some fun for you. ;)

Davy: Why does that scare me, mate? ;)

*Micky shrugs, smirking innocently.* ;)

*We open in Lauren and Micky's backyard on a beautiful, sunny day in late January. Everyone is hanging around, playing and goofing off. Mike, Micky, Davy sit at one picnic table just watching everyone else have a good time.*

Micky: *twiddling his thumbs* Bored, bored, bored, bored... :P

Mike: (Fans himself with accordion-style sheet music) Man, it's hot enough to fry a whole damn cow out here, and we've done every damn thing outside we can think of.

Micky: Including roast ourselves. :P

Davy: Petah was the smaht one. 'E took Val to visit 'is folks in Connecticut, where it's nice and cold. :p

Mike: Man, I'll bet it's snowin' there, and Pete n' Val are makin' snowmen and throwin' snowballs...

Micky: *makes a face* Dunno if I'd call that smart. (Sighs) Man, there's GOTTA be something we can do, other than die of heat stroke. :P

Davy: Maybe we could go back in the pool wit' everyone else...

Mike: We've spent three or four hours in the pool every day for the last WEEK! :p

Micky: I think my skin is permanently pruney now. :P

Mike: (Sighs) I wish we could just take off for somewhere cool, like Pete n' Val did.

Micky: Yeah, just drive out somewhere and bum around. *props his chin in one hand*

Davy: I wish we COULD do that. We don't 'ave a gig goin' at the moment.

Mike: Yeah, but Mick and I have the kids and jobs.

Micky: The girls can take care of the kids.

Mike: What about our jobs?

Davy: I'm not workin' at the stables until Monday.

Micky: The only thing I've got going is at Millie's shop, and I'm pretty sure she wouldn't miss having me around for a few days. *slightly evil grin* ;)

Mike: (Sighs) I could pull out of Cardelli's for a day or two. We're always slow after the Christmas season.

(Emma and Lauren appear with the kids. Emma holds Katie. Lauren has Shelly in her arms and is followed by Little Micky.)

Emma: Hey, guys!

Lauren: What are you guys up to over here?

Mike: We're thinkin' of takin' a trip.

Micky: Yeah. Nothing too special. Just a chance to...revive. ;)

Emma: (Sighs) You're just jealous because Peter took Valerie to Connecticut. :p

Micky: Incredibly. ;) :P

Mike: Well, it ain't fair that he can spend a weekend in the snow and ice, while we sit here thinkin' of new ways to make us less sunburnt. :p

Emma: Valerie wants Peter to reconcile with his father. He's barely spoken to him in five years.

Mike: At least he ain't broilin' doin' it.

Emma: And where are you going to go on your budgets, anyway?

Micky: Who knows? We could just drive until we break down and stand around stranded. *makes a face, then smirks* ;)

Davy: Maybe we could drive to Vegas or somethin'.

Micky: Yeah!

Lauren: Vegas?

Emma: Didn't you guys tell me you almost got killed by gangsters AND spent all your rent money the LAST time you went to Vegas?

Micky: That was last time.

Mike: We don't have rent money to pay anymore, and the cops arrested those guys.

Emma: You guys and gambling are a bad combination.

Micky: We're not going with intentions to gamble.

Mike: It's just somethin' to do.

Emma: Couldn't you do it here?

Mike: Em, it's same old, same old.

Micky: We've already DONE everything there IS to do here. :P

Davy: Twice. :p

Emma: How would you get to Vegas, anyway?

Lauren: And then what? Turn around and come back?

Micky: We'll take the open road! :D

Mike: Yeah! There's lots of back roads and desert highways to explore in Nevada and California. We could take our bikes and check 'em out.

Emma: And get yourselves killed. :p

Micky: Nahh! We're good riders!

Lauren: Uh huh. :P

Emma: Besides, there are other hazards on the road.

Mike: Em, Shelia was sentenced to twenty years hard time in jail for a list of crimes that would go from here to Pasadena.

Emma: I DON'T mean Shelia. :p

Micky: *rolls his eyes* Oh, please. :P

Mike: Em, we won't do anythin' that would get us into trouble.

Emma: In Las Vegas, world capital of scum and vice? :p

Lauren: Ha! :P

Mike: Em, I swear, we'll just do a few slots, maybe take a couple of tours, and ride the back roads. We won't do anythin' that'll get us killed or arrested.

Emma: I find that hard to believe.

Mike: Darlin'!

Micky: Awe, c'mon! How can you girls not trust us? *smiles innocently. Davy joins in smiling* ;)

Emma: (Rolls her eyes) That's why. We know you guys.

Lauren: Oh, good Lord. That's just pathetic, Mick.

Micky: Is not. :P

Mike: How 'bout we call you girls whenever we can get to a phone?

Emma: Stil...Vegas...

Mike: Either we take a trip, or we go off our rockers.

Micky: I think I'm already starting to slide of my rocker. ;)

Lauren: *grins* You started off that way, Mick. *looks to Emma* Well?

Emma: (Sighs) You guys promise you'll be careful and not spend every cent you have in Vegas on gambling?

Mike: Sure, darlin'.

Micky: *raises a hand* Of course we promise!

Emma: Especially you, Mick. I seem to remember hearing that you were the one who started the trouble the last time you went to Vegas. :p

Davy: We'll keep a good eye on 'im, luv. ;)

Micky: It wasn't my fault! :P

Lauren: Suuuuure. :P

Mike: Hey, what about you girls?

Emma: We could spend some "mommies only" time with the kids. :)

Lauren: Yeah. We can play games and tell stories. Have some fun of our own. :)

Mike: We'll call you girls every couple of hours to make sure you're ok. (Takes Katie and holds her) And to hear from our offspring. :)

(Katie smiles and leans into her father. :) )

*Little Mick runs over and grabs hold of Micky's leg.* ;)

Micky: *grins* Look, human fly paper! ;)

Davy: Don't worry, midget Mick, we'll bring your da back safe and sound. ;)

Mike: Or Lauren won't let US stay safe and sound. ;)

Lauren: *mutters* Darn right.

Micky: Yeah, little man. We'll be back in a few days. :)

Little Mick: Okay! :)

*Shelly waves, smiling.*

Micky: *chuckles* And Shel can't wait for us to leave! ;)

(Emma takes Katie from Mike. She squawks and cries; Emma quiets her.)

Emma: She does this all the time. She hates being taken away from Daddy. :p

Mike: (Strokes Katie's thick black hair) Don't worry, cowgirl, Daddy'll be back in a few days. Maybe he'll even bring you and Mama somethin' nice from Vegas. :)

Davy: (Grins) We'll bring the twins somethin' nice, too. Maybe they make stuffed casino chips. ;)

Micky: *smacks Davy on the back of his head* Funny! :P ;)

(Davy chuckles.)

Lauren: A stuffed ANIMAL would be preferable, guys.

Micky: And you're worried about ME? :P ;)

Emma: (Sighs) Hey, Lauren, could Katie and I stay with you and the twins while the boys are on vacation?

Mike: Good idea. You'll all be safer that way.

Lauren: *nods* Sure! We've certainly got the room, and now we've actually got furniture, thanks to Mick's boredom. ;) :)

Mike: I wondered what he's been doin' for the last few days. ;)

Davy: 'E and I 'ave made every piece of furniture you can possibly build in a week. :p

Micky: Don't forget the second picnic table! ;)

Lauren: You'd BETTER be thinking of selling at least some of it. There's just too much now!

Micky: *considers* That isn't a bad idea.

Mike: We could always use some stuff for Katie and replacements for some of the older pieces we picked up when we first moved in that are pretty shaky now. :p

Micky: Take what ya want when we get back. I'll sell most of the rest of it. :)

Davy: Maybe you could 'ave a massive yard sale. :)

*Micky grins widely.* :D

Lauren: This is kinda getting scary. ;)

Emma: Hey, THAT'S what we could do while you guys are gone! We could have a yard sale, and the twins could have a lemonade booth! :D

Mike: There's somethin' to do. ;)

Micky: WHILE we're gone? :P ;)

Lauren: If you're HERE, Mick, we won't get ANYTHING sold! You'd want too much for everything. ;)

Emma: I could go through the pad for things to sell, and Katie's outgrown her newborn clothes.

Davy: Just don't sell my stuff.

Mike: Don't even TOUCH mine.

Emma: Wouldn't dream of it. My stuff could use some weeding out. ;)

Micky: Ditto my stuff, babe. :P

Lauren: *rolls her eyes* I'm sure you won't miss just a few things. ;)

Micky: *eyes widen* I'm bringing those pants WITH me! :P

Lauren: Rats. :P

Mike: But you won't be wearin' them. :p

Micky: Who says? :P

Mike: Or you might be ridin' UNDER the motorcycles. :p

Micky: We'll see. ;) :P

(Cut to the next morning. Micky is working on his motorcycle in front of his house. A suitcase and cooler are tied to the back of the motorcycle. Lauren, Emma, the twins, and Katie are with them, Katie in her stroller.)

Lauren: Are you sure that thing will MAKE IT to Vegas, Mick? :P ;)

Emma: Mike and Davy should be along in a few minutes. They're picking up the cycle Davy borrowed from Cardelli's.

Micky: I'm positive it'll make it. *pats the bike* It knows better than to break down on me. ;)

Emma: You hope. (Frowns) Are you sure you should let the twins that close to the bike? They might get hurt playing with machinery. :p

Micky: They'll be fine! I've worked on the bike several times with the kiddies around. :)

Lauren: Yeah. I can't even get the bike to move. ;)

(Katie starts fussing. Emma takes her out of the stroller and puts her in her lap. Katie immediatly quiets and starts looking around her.)

Emma: She wants to see what all the fuss is about. :)

Micky: *grins* What fuss? ;)

(Two bikes roar up to the curb. Mike and Davy are both on motorcycles. Mike's is larger and has his suitcase in addition to his guitar case. Davy's just has his satchel.)

Mike: (Flips up his visor) Ready to go, Mick?

Davy: (Also flips his up) We're all ready 'ere!

Micky: All set, fellas! Just gotta put the tools away. *closes up the case and jogs into the garage with it*

(Mike gets off his bike and goes to Emma. He gives Emma a kiss, then takes off his helmet and picks up Katie, who tries to grab at the chin straps.)

Mike: No, Kate, Daddy needs those on the road. (He gives her a kiss on the cheek) Daddy's gonna miss his little cowgirl and his Mama Bear, but he's gonna call whenever he can.

Micky: *returns from the garage with helmet in hand* I'm really ready now! ;) *the helmet is dark purple with dark blue swirls*

Lauren: *taps the helmet* Should I ask when you did the new artwork? ;)

Micky: *grins* No. ;)

*Micky hangs the helmet off a handlebar and gathers both of the twins in a bear hug as Lauren grins.* :)

Micky: Now, be good for Mommy. I don't wanna hear ANY bad reports when I get back. Got it? *they nod* Good. :)

(Davy gets off his bike and gives the twins a hug, too. :) )

Davy: You kids be good for the girls, now. :)

Little Mick and Shelly: We will! :)

Lauren: Why do I not completely believe that? ;)

Davy: 'Cause they're his kids. ;)

Micky: *grabs his helmet and puts it on* We ready? (Rolls his eyes at Davy’s comment) Ha ha ha. :P ;)

Mike: (Hands Katie back to Emma; she fusses) Aw, cowgirl, don't do that to Daddy. I ain't gonna be gone for long. (To the guys) Yeah, I'm ready. (Gives Emma another, longer kiss and joins the others on their cycles.) Let's move 'em out, Monkees! :D ;)

*Micky crows.* :D

("Calico Girlfriend" begins as the camera follows the guys riding down the street, and we fade out on Malibu Beach and Lauren, Emma, and the kids waving at them and fade in on open highway.)

(The air is crisp and clear. Mike lets out a loud "yeeee-hawww" as they go over a hill and down fast.)

*During a clear stretch at the bottom of the hill, Micky and Davy do a sort of leap frog/figure-eight bit, weaving around each other.* ;)

(We see a cop giving Mike a ticket for riding down the hill too fast. :p)

*Micky's visor is getting rather splattered. He pulls at a lever on the side of it. A wiper cleans off the visor.* :D

*Davy does tricks on his bike, including standing on the seat.* ;)

*Micky holds up a card that reads "9.5".* ;)

(Mike swipes three containers from a passing ice cream truck. He gives a cone to Micky, an ice cream sandwich to Davy, and keeps a milkshake for himself.)

*Micky inhales his ice cream and lets out a burp that parts the vehicles in front of them. He grins.*

(Mike and Davy exchange shrugs and follows Micky between the vehicles.)

(The boys get stuck behind a truck full of chickens. They swat feathers and poop out of the way. A few eggs even come splattering out. :p)

*Micky turns on his visor wiper again.* ;)

(Three animated female birds watch the now-feather-covered boys on an electrical wire with hearts in their eyes. Davy waves at them, winking. ;) )

*Micky throws an egg at Davy.* :P

(Micky is hit in the helmet with a frying pan. Mike grumbles and rides between them. :p)

*Micky flips Davy "the bird."* ;) :P >:)

Davy: (As the music ends) Ok, Dolenz, why don't you and I decide this wit' a little race? (Points to a diner in the distance) First one to that restaraunt wins.

Mike: Will you two knock it off? Remember how we promised the girls we wouldn't get into trouble?

Micky: You got it, short stuff! (Turns to Mike) Trouble? What trouble? We're just gonna have a friendly little race. ;)

Mike: I know your idea of a "friendly little race." It'll end with you two in jail for speeding or embedded in the hood of a car. :p

Micky: Nahhhh! :P

Davy: (Stops his bike by a telephone poll) Ok, Mick. You ready?

Micky: *stops his bike next to Davy's* Ready!

Micky: Hey, Mike, give us a "ready, set, go!" ;)

Mike: (Calls out) You two are crazy! (Sighs, then mutters) All right, all right. Ready, set, go. :p

(On the "go," the boys take off like a shot.)

*At the diner, Micky and Davy come to a screeching halt. Each cheers that they won.* ;)

Micky: Whadaya mean you won, Dave? I clearly won! :P

(Mike shows up a few minutes later and joins them in the parking lot.)

Davy: Mike, tell 'im (juts a finger at Micky) that I am the winnah!

Micky: Tell him I won! :P

Mike: Actually, Davy (slowly takes off his helmet, then goes on), I wasn't payin' attention to anythin' but the road. You two can play your games, but I don't want any part of it.

Micky: I beatcha, Dave, deal with it!

Davy: No, YOU deal wit' it, 'cause I won! :p

Mike: Could you two cut it out right here and now? I don't want you guys doin' this all the way to Vegas! :p

Micky: *scoffs, not listening to Mike* Yeah, right! You were so far behind, it wasn't funny!

Davy: I was NOT! You were miles behind me!

Mike: Cool it, you two.

Micky: Please! You were eating my dust!

Davy: I left you IN the dust! :p

Micky: I was burnin' rubber while you were just trying to pass that snail! :P

Mike: (Gets between the two) Would you hotheads just cool it, before I do it for you? (Nods at the diner) We've been on the road for a while. Why don't we discuss this over lunch?

Micky: *grins* Lunch! You just said the magic word, Mike! :D ;)

Davy: I could use somethin' to drink to get rid of the dust I left Micky in. ;)

Mickyu: That was MY dust, pal. :P

Mike: (Smacks Davy on the shoulder) Enough with that, ok? Just call it a draw! :p

(Mike leads Micky and Davy inside, though the younger pair continue to glare at each other. The diner is a long, low building with chipped formica tables and booths and a long counter with red, vinyl upholstered seats. A waitress in a pink uniform and a white ruffled apron comes up to the three boys as they take seats at the counter. The only other people in the room are a group of large, burly men and women who sit at the counter and at booths.)

Waitress: What will you fellas be havin'?

Mike: I'll just take coffee right now, please.

Davy: Just some water.

Micky: Coke and a cheeseburger and fries. ;)

Mike: I'll have that cheeseburger and fries, too.

Davy: I'll 'ave a salad. (Grins at the waitress)

Waitress: Ok, boys. (Calls into the kitchen) Two burgers with cheese, two sides of fried taters, rabbit food, a java, a Coke, and a water, Joey!

Davy: (Mutters) It ain’t rabbit food! :p

Mike: (To the guys, after she leaves) Ok, fellas, if there's no more of these kiddie interruptions, I figure we'll be in Vegas by around five. I called and reserved us a room at the Starlight Hotel and Casino. We'll settle in, then get somethin' to eat and take in a show or hit the casinos.

Davy: Mike, you didn't plan this whole excursion out to the lettah, did you? :p

Mike: 'Course not. I left time tomorrow for doin' what you guys want, too.

Micky: Nah, just as much as he normally would. ;) (Rolls his eyes) You're oh so very kind, Michael. ;) :P

Mike: Tomorrow, we'll go to Circus Circus and visit Hoover Dam and go for a drive in the desert, then go for a sightseeing ride.

Micky: Hey, can we get a Dam tour guide? ;)

Davy: *grins* And take all the Dam pictures we want? ;)

Mike: Very funny, guys. :p

(The waitress appears with the boys' plates of food at this point, along with bottles of ketchup and mustard and a cup of dressing for Davy's salad.)

Mike: (Puts mustard on his burger) We're gonna have a great time, as long as you two don't spend the trip tryin' to kill each other.

Davy: (Pours salad dressing on his greens) Who's tryin' to kill each othah? We're just 'avin' a bit of sport.

Micky: Yeah, just good-natured competition. *slops ketchup on his burger*

Mike: (Pulls away from Micky) Could you be a little more careful with the ketchup, Mick? You're getttin' it all over! :p

Micky: What? :-/

Davy: You eatin' a burgah, Mick, or you eatin' ketchup?

Micky: Hey, I like ketchup on my burger, okay? :P

Mike: You have puddles of ketchup around your plate the size of the Rio Grande. :p

Micky: You eat your food your way, I'll eat my food mine. *shakes the bottle again, but the ketchup goes flying...and finds its way to a rather mean-looking, burly biker wearing LOTS of leather; gulps* Uh oh. :-O

Mike: MICK! :p :o

(Davy does his "squeak to the camera" thing. :o )

Micky: I didn't do it on purpose!

(The big biker is getting up, shaking off the ketchup. He goes to Mick and picks him up by the collar of his leather jacket.)

Biker: What did you do that for, punk? X(

Davy: 'Ey, put 'im DOWN! X(

Micky: *grins uneasily* The ketchup's got a mind of its own?

Mike: Hey, he didn't mean any harm! X(

Micky: *nods wildly* Yeah, I didn't mean any harm!

Biker: (Pulls Micky closer to him) You're gonna clean this yourself...with your tongue. And then you're gonna pay for it! Leather ain't cheap, you know! X(

Mike: Now, hold on a second...

Micky: Now, waitaminute, can't we talk...talk this over?!

Biker: (Pushes the ketchup-covered jacket at Micky) Eat this first, baby boy, then talk.

Micky: I'm not THAT hungry! :P

Davy: Get off of 'im, you big gorilla! (Davy finally jumps onto the man's back, putting his hands over his eyes. He bucks wildly and releases Micky. Davy jumps off as the man goes crashing into one of the booths filled with bikers.)

Waitress: (Runs out to the counter) What's going on?

Mike: Oh, shit. Now we're in trouble. :p

Micky: RUN!

*"Bye Bye Baby Bye Bye" begins as fists begin to fly. Soon, the entire diner is emersed in one huge brawl.*

(Mike throws the remains of his burger into one guy's face.)

*Micky grabs a chair to use as a lion tamer would, only it doesn't keep one of the bikers at bay, so he swings it, completely shattering the chair. The biker just looks at him like he got hit with a fly swatter. Micky dives to the floor, through the biker's legs, and crawls away.*

(Davy gets one on a counter stool. There's a dark blue light, and the stool suddenly spins around very, very fast like a top. When the man gets off, he runs for the bathroom, very green.)

(One of the men chases Mike across the counter...but stops and looks down where he stepped on a donut. Mike hurries away while the man is distracted.)

*Micky runs outside, chased by three bikers. He comes to a halt at the end of a rather long row of motorcycles. He grins, placing on hand on the very first one. There's a muted blue light, and ALL of the bikes tip over in a domino effect.*

(Mike runs after Micky. There's a muted dark blue light...and all of the bikes fall apart at once. ;) )

(Davy grins flirtatiously at the none-too-happy waitress and quickly hands her enough money to pay for their meals and a tip as he hurries out to join the guys.)

*The guys run to and take off on their bikes as the song fades out.*

Mike: (Puts his helmet on, then says) Come on, guys! Let's get outta here, before those baboons figure out what hit them and their bikes! :p

Micky: Don't have to tell me twice! :P

Davy: Those guys will probably squish us between their toes when they figuah out we were the ones who damaged their bikes! :p :o

Micky: Exactly the reason why we should haul it OUTTA here!

(The guys revv up their bikes and take off as quickly as they can, leaving the angry bikers and what's left of their vehicles behind in the clouds of desert dust.)