*We switch to a dark bedroom, lit by a handful of candles and a couple oil lanterns. The silence is broken by a loud, familiar snore.*

(Stella comes out of the bathroom, brushing her hair. She wears her red kimono...and nothing else.)

Stella: Wakey wakey, my Micky.

*Micky snores, then snorts, pulling up the arm that'd been dangling over the side of the bed.*

Micky: *lifts his head, confused* Wha's goin' on?

Stella: We just had a wonderful night of passion.

Micky: Oh. *plops his head back into the pillow* That's nice.

Stella: Isn't it? (She climbs onto the bed and begins to stroke his hair) You have such wonderful energy.

Micky: *Sighs; still really not awake* ...Lauren...

Stella: (Frowns) Lauren? Who's Lauren?

Micky: *mumbles into the pillow* Wife... *wraps his arms around a pillow, hugging it* Babe...

Stella: What do you need her for? (She puts her hand on his forehead and sprinkles some greyish powder there) Aren't I enough?

Micky: *winces at the powder* Mmmmm...want Lauren...

Stella: You won't need her once I'm through with you. (She smirks) That should be good enough.

Micky: *becomes a bit restless* Nnnnmmmhmmm...go'way...

Stella: (Puts a hand on his arm) Oh, don't worry, dear. I'm just draining your energy and youth. You won't feel a thing when I'm through with you.

Micky: *cracks his eyes open a little* Yeah, right.

Stella: No, really. I'm draining your energy. That's how I stay young. (Smirks) I'll bet you don't know how old I am.

Micky: *blinks, then looks her over* Hundred forty-three.

Stella: Not quite. Two-hundred ninety-five and a half.

Micky: Not good at age guessin'.

Stella: (Her right hand sneaks down his pants; the left rubs his forehead gently) Why don't you settle down, Micky, while we have some more fun?

Micky: *starts squirming* Nooooo. Want Lauren!

Stella: You'll have more fun with me.

Micky: *squirms again* You're okay. Lauren better!

Stella: To each his own. (She runs both her hands around Micky's powder-dusted head now) Just relax, Micky, and let my spell do it's work...

Micky: *moans* Noooo! No more!

Stella: Don't worry, Micky. In a few minutes, you're going to be mine forever. (She keeps rubbing his forehead, now murmuring strange words)

Micky: *whimpering* No...want Lauren...not you...

Stella: You won't need her when I'm through with this spell. You'll be one of my little dolls. Mine forever.

Micky: *squirms* Nooooo...not doll...wanna be Lauren's...

(Stella just continues chanting.)

Micky: *wearily* NO! *picks up the pillow he was hugging and shoves it in Stella's face*

Stella: Oof! (She's knocked across the bed by the force of Micky's shove)

Micky: Gotta get outta here. *slides out of the bed, but stumbles and lands on the floor*

Stella: (Throws the pillows aside) You can't leave. You haven't the energy. My spell is already working.

Micky: *mutters* Like hell it is. *starts crawling for the door, but stops when a pair of feet block his exit* Oh, damn.

Stella: And just where do you think you're going?

Micky: Somewhere...not here.

*Micky starts concentrating. A blue light slowly covers him.*

Stella: No! (She lunges for him...but misses and winds up face-first on the floor) Damn.

(Cut to what was once a small parlor room and now appears to be a laboratory. Another cauldron boils away on the stove, and several chemistry sets are flanked by rows and rows of powders, potions, and chemicals.)

*There's a shaky lbue light on the floor, which fades to reveal Micky, trying to get up. He gets to his hands and knees before hanging his head and breathing heavily.*

Micky: *starts crawling, slowly* Gotta find antidote...

(Micky crawls to a table, checking labels on various bottles.)

*Micky groans, not finding an antidote. He hauls himself up onto a stool and collects several bottles and an empty flask. He pulls the corks out of the bottles and starts mixing the chemicals.*

Stella: (Appears in a puff of blue smoke; she now wears a red halter-top, tight black trousers, and high red heels) What do you think YOU'RE doing?

Micky: *holds up his finished product* Getting away from you! *drinks the mixture*

Stella: What are you DOING? Are you crazy? Even I don't know what half that stuff does!

Micky: Good thing I know...and my being crazy has nothing to do with this.

Stella: Give that to me, Micky. You don't know what they do.

*Micky finishes the mixture and puts down the empty flask, groaning.*

Micky: Yuck.

Stella: Come along, Micky. Stop playing games. (She reaches for his arm...)

Micky: *backs off the stool, again nearly stumbling, but remains on his feet* Get away from me, Stella!

Stella: (Grabs his arm) Let's go have some more...fun.

Micky: *pushes her hand off his arm* No.

Stella: (Frowns) Micky, don't make me use force. (She pulls a handful of greyish powder out of a bag)

Micky: Try me. *Stella throws the powder at him, but Micky suddenly holds up a hair dryer, blowing the powder back in Stella's face*

Stella: (Coughs) Oh shit... (She doesn't see Micky take off through the haze of grey powder)

Micky: *stumbles out the door and starts down the hall* Gotta keep going...gotta find, Mike... *runs the back of his hand over his forehead* Damn antidote didn't work completely.

*We switch back to the dark living room, where Mike is still hung up like a puppet.*

(Mike struggles lightly, but it's less forceful than before.)

Mike: Gotta get outta here...gotta find Micky...get my sword...

Belavarg: *returns, holding the controller* Well, Knight, ready to cooperate yet?

Mike: I'll...never...cooperate...for...YOU.

Belavarg: What a shame. I'm willing to bet that your friend is cooperating quite nicely by now.

Mike: Only if Stella fed him. He can't resist the call of his stomach.

Belavarg: She did have quite the menu in mind for tonight, and she always has leftovers.

Mike: I ain't hungry.

Belavarg: With you... *removes a flask from his overcoat* we must do things differently.

Mike: (Tries to move back) I'm sure I don't wanna know what that is.

Belavarg: *grabs Mike's chin and forces his mouth open* This will make it much easier for me to finish draining your energy. *He pours the potions down Mike's throat.*

Mike: I...I... (He tries to move...but can't) What's wrong with me?

Belavarg: Excellent.

Mike: Why do I feel so strange? So scared...weak...

Belavarg: I have now taken complete control over you.

Mike: Nooo...God, nooo....

Belavarg: Oh, YES! *flicks a couple switches; Mike salutes him*

Mike: (Wails) No! Please!

Belavarg: What a fabulous Knight Marionette you make.

Mike: Let me go, Belavarg. I have a wife and child. Micky has a family. Let us return to them.

Belavarg: That would be gut-wrenching if I cared at all. All I care about right now is taking your energy.

Mike: For what? That witch?

Belavarg: And myself as well. I my own needs for it.

Mike: Belavarg, you are an ugly bastard. I don't know what she sees in you anyway.

Belavarg: Nor can I see what she sees in your friend.

Mike: His libido...not to mention his appetites.

*Belavarg flicks a couple switches. Mike starts doing jumping jacks.*

Mike: (Puffs) Stop!

*Belavarg makes him go faster.*

(Mike huffs and puffs, barely able to keep up.)

*Belavarg flicks switches. Mike drops to his knees and bows at the Demon's feet.*

Mike: (Struggles weakly) No...I bow to no one...

*Belavarg laughs as he makes Mike lay flat on the floor, looking like he's throwing a tantrum.*

(A few tears slip down Mike's cheeks as his struggles weaken further.)

Mike: Please, Belavarg. Please. Let me go.

*Belavarg still laughs as he flicks a few more switches, making Mike hit himself.*

Mike: Ow! (He lets out a smal howl) Damn, you bastard! This hurts!

Belavarg: *produces some yellow powder* I have had enough of your mouth. *blows the powder in Mike's face, effectively removing his voice*

(Mike looks up to growl again, but he no longer can. He settles for the best glare he can muster.)

*Belavarg produces another flask from his overcoat. He goes to Mike and once again holds his mouth open and makes him drink.*

Belavarg: That potion will take no time in draining the rest of your energy. In mere moments, you won't be able to hold yourself up.

(Mike shakes his head, but he's barely standing. He finally slumps, with only the strings keeping him from collapsing.)

*Belavarg laughs heartily. He flicks the switches, bouncing Mike around as he continues to laugh.*

(Mike's no longer able to struggle. The tears continue as he's helplessly thrown around.)

*As Belavarg's laughter continues, we hear a strange noise coming from the chute that Mike slid down previously...*

Belavarg: *stops, hearing the sound* What in the world is THAT? *goes over to the chute and looks into it.*

(Mike is barely able to lift his head and look for the sound.)

*Micky appears sliding down the chute head first. He ends up jamming a shoulder into Belavarg's gut upon contact. Belavarg is sprawled out, groaning. Micky tumbles and comes to rest at Mike's feet, flat on his back.*

(Mike just gives Mick a little smile and an eye-roll.)

*Micky gives him a half grin, before his eyes widen. He slowly gets to his feet.*

Micky: Oh man, Mike, I've gotta get you down from here! *reaches for one of the strings attached to an arm*

*Belavarg, meanwhile, has gotten to his feet. He is NOT happy.*

(Mike taps Micky on the shoulder and points at Bela as he gets to his clawed feet.)

Micky: Huh? *turns, whines* Aw, man...

Belavarg: *growls* You will PAY for that, you little brat!

(Mike weakly tries to pull away from the strings, but to no avail.)

Micky: Just stay away from Mike!

(Mike nods as firmly as he can.)

Belavarg: At the moment, yes... *grabs Micky in a headlock*

(Mike shakes his head and weakly reaches for Belavarg.)

Micky: *struggles* Okay, this isn't quite working out the way I hoped!

Stella: (As she appears in a puff of blue smoke) PUT THAT BOY DOWN!

Belavarg: *still holds Mick, who's start to gasp for air* He interrupted MY fun!

Stella: And now you're interrupting MINE!

(Mike just rolls his eyes. He's heard these same lovely arguments from the devils.)

("Writing Wrongs" begins as Stella blows orange-ish powder on Belavarg. His arms open and release Micky.)

Stella: (Smirks; over the music) Good. Come to mama, my Micky...

*Micky shakes his head, side-stepping Stella, headed for Mike again. Belavarg is still trying get the powder out of his eyes.*

(Stella tries to blow powder at Micky, but he side-steps, and it lands on Belavarg instead! There's a poof of green smoke around him, and he turns into a stuffed black bear...with horns!)

*Micky gets one of Mike's arms untied before Stella grabs him around the waist from behind!*

(Stella pulls out some powder...but Micky blows it back at her! She drops him and coughs as her nose grows five feet long!)

*Micky unties Mike's other arm. Mike falls forward. Micky catches him and nearly falls over himself.*

Stella: Damn it! (She sprinkles some white powder on her nose; it returns to it's normal length) Come back here!

*Micky, still holding Mike, turns to Stella, concentrating. Stella is turned into a potted ivy plant!*

(Mike looks up at Micky and grins a little.)

*Micky shrugs, the unties both of Mike's legs as the song ends.*

Micky: Come on, Mike. I think we've got a chance to get outta here!

(Mike nods and indicates his throat. He can't talk.)

Micky: Uhh... I can try, Mike, but I don't know if it'll work. *runs his fingers over Mike's throat* There. Well?

Mike: (Coughs) Thanks, Mick. I'm a little scratchy, but that might have been Bela's magic.

Micky: Anytime, Mike. *eyes the other two* We better split while we can. I think my thoughts are clear enough to get us out of here. I hope.

Mike: Yeah... (He leans back)

Micky: We can get the car back later. *Concentrates, scrunching up his face. The fellas disappear in a blue light. They reappear back at the Pad, with Mike on the psychiatrist's couch.*

Emma: (Comes out, still in her cowgirl costume) Guys? Is that you? I've been worried sick and feeling lousy. (Frowns) How much did he have to drink?

Micky: *scratches the back of his neck* Uhhh, well, this wasn't alcohol induced...

Mike: Em, we were attacked.

Emma: (Gets on her knees next to Mike) By whom? The devils?

Micky: Not exactly. We were on our way back, but it started raining so hard that we couldn't see the road. We spotted a house in hopes of being able to wait out the storm, but it ended up being the wrong house to pick...

Mike: Demon, Em. An' a witch.

Emma: What?! I know this is Halloween, but...

Micky: But they're real. It's not the first time we've run into them.

Mike: Seen 'em before...I saved Mick. Lauren knows...

Emma: And you didn't tell ME?

Micky: Lauren only knows because she had to help me the way that Mike needs your help now.

Emma: Mike, why didn't you tell me? I could have helped you!

Mike: Didn't wanna worry ya...

Emma: Oh honey... (She cuddles him) Micky, what did Lauren do for you the last time this happened?

Micky: *slight grin* Well, you've got a good start. (Sighs) Okay, first she put her hands on my chest. Then she kinda rubbed all over, getting circulation going.

Emma: Sounds good to me! (She does so, rubbing Mike's chest and limbs deeply)

Mike: Ooh...don' stop, darlin'...feels nice...

*Micky snorts, then chews his lower lip to keep from snickering.*

Emma: You KNOW, baby, I could just let you sleep this off.

Mike: Will it be with you?

*Micky whistles, looking around everywhere, but at them.*

Emma: We're just going to sleep this off. (She helps Mike to his feet) Up you go!

Mike: You're so cute when you're angry, darlin'.

Micky: *claps* Well, I think I'll just show myself out.

Emma: Have a nice night, Mick.

Mike: Yeah...

Micky: *nods, half smiling* Yeah, uh, feel better, Mike.

*Micky gives a wave as he blue lights himself out of the house.*

Emma: (As we fade out; Mike almost pitches to the floor) Are you SURE you didn't have anything to drink?