And...everyone ready to finish this one off?

Mike: I sure could use a real vacation, preferably with no dead men on the couch.

Peter: Me too.

Micky: I am.

Davy: Me, too.

(We open on the veranda outside the house. Micky, Davy, and Lauren play cards at the table. Peter, Emma, and Mike splash each other in the pool. Daphne lays on a deck chair by the pool in her bathing suit, a book over her stomach.)

Bob: Hey, guys. Having a good time?

Peter: (Grins and wipes his hair out of his face) You bet!

Micky: No, I'm losing! *Tosses his cards onto the table*

Mike: Yeah. The cops said we were free to stay here for the Memorial Day Weekend. They can't get a hold of what little family Charlie has on a holiday, so as long as we stay out of Charlie's office, which is considered "the crime scene" and is taped off, the place is ours.

Emma: I don't think I'd want to go in there again, anyway. That's where he (shudders) died.

Bert: This was a kind of weird idea for a comic story, dragging a dead man around.

Emma: The original movie was a bit on the strange side, too.

Bob: What happened to Charlie, anyway?

Mike: Far as we know, he's coolin' his heels at the morgue. I hope I never see him again. I don't blame the hit man for goin' crazy.

Micky: Now I know what a ventriloquist feels like.

Peter: I can't believe no one figured out he was dead! We've had people come up to us all afternoon, including people we saw at the resort and while driving around, and they'll say "Charlie's REALLY dead? But we just saw him this morning!"

Emma: When people are hell-bent on having a good time, they don't want to pay attention to something that's not exactly fun.

Lauren: It also helps when nearly everyone is drunk off their ass.

Mike: No kidding. The bar at the resort was standing room only when we went back there. EVERYONE wanted to hear about Charlie.

Bob: Hey, is the floating party still on for tonight?

Peter: Heck yeah! We heard it's better than Friday's!

Mike: We invited Russ. He said he might actually swing by. I liked him, even if he's a lousy boat driver.

Peter: You didn't seem to like him when you were losing your breakfast over the side of the boat.

Mike: It was fine until we hit the waves.

Bert: Speaking of, Micky, how did it feel to do that slapstick water skiing sequence with Charlie?

Micky: It would've been more fun if I had swallowed so much water.

Peter: I was actually jealous on that one. Looked like fun.

Bert: In fact, there were a lot of chases in this one.

Emma: We wanted this story to be a just pure fun tale before we go into the finale of the demon four-parter.

Bert: Speaking of the demon, did anyone ever find out what Belavarg's role was in this?

Mike: The cops already tried that angle. Apparently, our old demon buddy never seen, nor heard of the guy...and intended to turn Charlie into the cops anyway for scamming his company.

Bert: What happened to that poor hit man?

Emma: He's still at the police station. They can't really do anything with him over the weekend. Supposedly, he'll be questioned after Memorial Day. Right now, he's just being observed.

Micky: I'm pretty sure he'll be seeing the inside of a looney bin very soon.

Emma: As far as we can tell from the poor guy's rambling, he had been following Charlie - and by extension, us - all over the island, trying to kill him. Unfortuntly, he kept popping up again and again. He must have turned up one too many times and the guy just snapped.

Micky: I guess we did too good of a job hauling Charlie around.

Mike: He did look real, didn't he?

Peter: I think we did too good of a job, too. It was kind of gross. We're lucky Charlie didn't attract flies.

Emma: (Nods) I'm actually glad we ladies didn't deal with a lot of this story. I'd rather haul the cops in than the dead man around town.

Peter: Especially given Valerie's ready to give birth any day. She really shouldn't have come on this vacation, but she didn't want to be left out. She's napping on the fold-out bed in the living room now.

Bob: Hey Peter, how do you feel about being a father again?

Peter: (Smiles) Great! I love Jordan so much. I'm sure his brother will be just as wonderful.

Mike: You won't be so crazy when the kid's wakin' you up at 3AM.

Peter: I don't mind. (Chuckles) TOO much.

Micky: *Leans back in his chair* I miss being woken up at 3AM...4AM...5AM...

Lauren: Well, if that doesn't sound like a huge hint...

Bob: That was my next question. How's things between you two?

Lauren: Better.

Micky: But we're still working on "us."

Davy: I still find it bloody hilarious that the two who've gotten along the best and longest have had problems for this long.

Micky: Yeah, well, we've been through a lot, that's all.

Mike: (Looks at his wife next to him) Em...

Emma: (Sighs) I love you too, honey...but we'll see.

Mike: (Sighs) Sure.

Bert: So, Charlie was really scamming the company?

Emma: We probably won't get the full story until after the weekend's over, but...yeah, he was skimming money off of Dark Star. He'd skimmed off of Columbia, too, which is how he got fired.

Peter: Evidently, with the recession and all, he needed a cheaper way to fund what had become a very, very luxurious lifestyle. This house cost millions of dollars alone! And look at everything else - the cars, the yacht and it's captain, his fancy suits, courting women like Teresa. He can't pay for all of this on the salary of a vice-president of an up-and-coming music company.

Mike: Hey Lauren, you're the math whiz. How much did they say he scammed off Dark Star alone?

Lauren: How's this for a number? $27 million dollars.

Emma: Wow.

Peter: You're kidding?

Mike: Shit. That guy knew his stuff.

Lauren: Nope. He was truly brilliant in that aspect.

Bob: Looked like he was brilliant at spending those millions, too. Did they say how much he actually has left?

Emma: I think they mentioned he'd sunk some into the stock market...

Peter: I can't imagine there's a whole lot. No wonder he was stealing. He probably spent the money as fast as it came in.

Mike: From what I can tell, Charlie was a self-centered jerk...but he was a damn smart one when it came to business.

Emma: He just wanted too much. Too much, too fast.

Bob: You know, it's a shame the guy had to die like that. Jail time might have been preferable to death.

Mike: (Mutters) I ain't so sure 'bout that.

Peter: (Sighs) Well, he's in a better place now, that's all I can say, and maybe he's learned his lesson there.

Bert: So...what's on the menu for next month?

Emma: (Grins evilly) The end of the demon four-parter. That's going to be fun.

Mike: The way she said that...that scared me.

Peter: I don't like the sound of that.

Emma: (Looks at Lauren) We're going to have a great time next month...and it's gonna get nasty.

Lauren: Oh, yes, it is...

Mike: Shit. Can we skip June?

Emma: No, dear. Even our powers can't do that.

Micky: *Groans* Oh no...

Peter: Considering I have a child coming and what happened to me in March, I'd love to skip this, too.

Emma: Oh, no. Everyone will be involved in this one. It'll be an action-packed finale, if nothing else to make up for two mostly comic stories in a row.

Mike: Every time our finales get "action-packed," we get into trouble.

Peter: No one's going to die, are they?

Emma: No good guys, anyway. We do intend to eliminate at least one villain, and that's all we're going to say about that without diving too far into spoilers.

Mike: I hope it's Belavarg. That guy is a grade-A pain in our ass.

Peter: Agreed.

Emma: You'll see.

Mike: There's that "you'll see" again. I don't like that phrase.

Micky: I don't, either. I'm willing to bet someone among us will be injured.

Mike: I really hope they don't mess with my wolf senses again. I don't... (gulps) I'm afraid one of these days, I ain't gonna go back to bein' human.

Peter: That won't happen, Michael. No matter what your wolf senses tell you, you ARE a human.

Emma: (Nods) That's right, honey. Don't ever forget it.

Mike: Yeah, well, if Stella comes at me again with her damn drugs...

Emma: We won't let it happen.

Mike: (Under his breath) Sure.

Micky: I'm sure she'll be after me again.

Mike: She'll probably be after all of us again! She's got this thing about our energy.

Peter: Our energy is probably a lot different from the energy of most of the men she comes in contact with. When she takes our energy, she gets a little of our powers, too.

Micky: And she especially likes my energy.

Mike: Well, Mick, that's probably because you have so darn much of it.

Micky: *Shrugs* That shouldn't be a fault.

Mike: Ain't sayin' it's a fault, Mick. Just sayin' it's what she likes.

Peter: Micky, you have the most energy of anyone we know...and the more energy Stella can get, the better. Sometimes, I wish I had half the energy you do!

Mike: Yeah. There never seems to be enough time in the day to do all the things I wanna do.

Micky: Well, it's become a curse. If I knew a way to hand some off, I would.

Peter: We'll work on a way to get her off our backs, Micky.

Mike: Mick, you're not the only one Stella's interested in. She really wants to keep me as her cuddly little pet pooch. At least she ain't stuck a collar on you and conned you into thinkin' you're supposed to be a dog.

Micky: No, but she's done other things to me that I'd rather not think about.

Peter: And I almost killed everyone, including the demons, the last time they had me.

Mike: (Slams his fist into his palm) We need to start makin' plans. We've gotta go on the offensive with these guys, before they kill anyone else or steal any more energy.

Emma: (Nods) Agreed. Maybe we ought to take a look at Dark Star Records.

Mike: (Makes a face) If we have to. They've been tryin' to sign me up. I keep sayin' "no" real loud.

Peter: Someone needs to do more research on them, and on Belavarg and Stella.

Emma: (Looks at Lauren) After what happened here, it might not hurt to take a look at their finances.

Lauren: *Nods* We could try.

Mike: I want to know more about the relationship between the Devils and the Demons, too. Something happened at the country club last month...and we ain't seen the Devils since.

Micky: Yeah, there's definitely something interesting going on there.

Peter: If nothing else, there seems to be something going on between Stella and Alex.

Mike: Yeah. They'll both jump into bed with anything that moves.

Peter: (Frowns) What would happen if Stella tried to take Alex's energy?

Mike: Well, given that he has as much energy as Micky, if not more, she'd have an awful big stomach ache.

Micky: *Makes a face* I'm not so sure I want to know.

Peter: Do you think she'd absorb Alex's dark powers?

Mike: I sure as hell hope not. She wouldn't know what to do with them.

Emma: Oh, I think she would.

Lauren: That's the problem.

Mike: We need to step up trainin', too. Pete, it'll keep your mind off the baby comin', if nothin' else. We're gonna be prepared this time. I won't let Belavarg try to take us down without a fight, especially now that you ladies have gotten stronger.

Emma: Daph and Lauren are probably strong enough to bench-press an elephant now.

*Daphne flexes her arms.*

Lauren: Oh, well, now, I wouldn't say that.

Emma: I would. I saw what you did to the doors at Belavarg's mansion.

Lauren: Maybe strong as an ox, then.

Emma: I wish I were that strong.

Mike: Your mind's strong, darlin'. That's what counts.

Emma: But I can't kick doors in without hurting myself!

Lauren: Maybe not, but you can wield that field hockey stick like nobody's business.

Mike: And you said you weren't good at field hockey.

Emma: (Mutters) They don't let you bash heads in or wallop backs during the game. Not on purpose, anyway.

Peter: Just concentrate on your own talents, Emma. We're going to need them.

Mike: He's right. We're gonna need you to use that scholarly brain of yours to find out information on Dark Star and what Belavarg's doin'.

Emma: Well... (Looks up with a small smile) Someone has to start sniffing around Dark Star Records who actually has a reason to be there and won't instantly be grabbed for energy. I think it's time I did another nifty little article on an up-and-coming company.

Mike: (Makes a face) I would prefer you'd interview anyone but Belavarg...but if it gets us information...

Emma: I have to do it. It's something I CAN do...

Mike: Don't worry 'bout it, darlin'. (He puts his arms around her)

Bert: So, where did the idea for this one come from?

Emma: Several late 80s and early 90s comedies about weird vacations. "Captain Ron" and "Weekend at Bernie's" are on video and DVD and should be available for rental at many locations. They're also cheap to purchase - most stores will have them for under eight dollars. (Grins) That reminds me. We'd also like to thank our "guest star" this month, Russ.

Micky: Is HE gonna be a reoccurring character?

Emma: Not at the moment, no.

Micky: Okay. Just checking.

Peter: (Sighs) Maybe we'd better finish this story off now. It's getting late, and the party will be starting soon.

Mike: (Looks at his reddening arms) And I'm startin' to look like a lobster.

Emma: I told you to re-apply the suntan lotion earlier!

Mike: Can I help it if I was having too much fun?

Peter: (Sighs) I'll finish. We here at Dream World hope all Americans have a wonderful real-life Memorial Day Weekend. Everyone else, enjoy the spring and your own vacations.

Mike: See 'ya next month, folks.

Micky: *Waves* Bye!

(Everyone waves and gets up, heading for the inside of the house to shower and change as we fade out on the house, the beach, and the floating party on it's way to celebrate.)

(Cut to the end credits. "DW Washburn" plays over scenes from the "production." We end with all four guys sitting with Charlie by the pool and the words "A Raybert Production" imposed over it.)