Everyone ready to find the equipment?

Peter: (Nods) And help Michael!

Micky: I am!

Davy: Me too.

(We open back in the Cartwright Mansion. Peter holds the unconscious Mike in his lap, stroking his head.)

Peter: Poor Michael. Alex probably wanted to turn you against us (makes a face), and even I know what Sheila's after.

(The door opens a bit. Chrissy peeks in. She grins on seeing the wolf.)

Chrissy: Hi, Peter! (Smiles) I thought you might have wanted to see the kids. Mr. and Mrs. Dolenz just brought the twins and Leah over here. Lizzie Jones is here, too, but she’s napping.

(The four kids who can walk come charging in...but Katie only makes it half-way before she stops, her eyes wide.)

Katie: Papa?

Jordan: (Confused) Doggie?

Little Mick: That's a doggie!

Shelly: Cute doggie! :)

Peter: Shh. He's resting. He's not feeling very well.

Katie: Poor Papa! (She leans on his back, putting her arms around hm as well as she can) Poor Papa’s sick.

Peter: Um, well, Katie, this is...

Chrissy: Katie, that's not Mike! That's a big dog!

Katie: (Shakes her head as fiercely as she can) No! This is Papa! (The last ends in a growl)

*The twins shrug at each other.*

Peter: (Sighs) Look, I'm not a very good liar. It's a long story, but this IS Mike. This is Katie's dad. (Looks at Chrissy) Do you remember Sheila and Alex, those two evil people who grabbed you guys a few years ago?

Chrissy: (Nods; eyes widen) Oh man, THEY did this? Why?

Peter: They want to control him. Alex doesn't like Michael at all, (under his breath) and Sheila likes him too much.

Chrissy: Is he ok? Well, sort-of ok?

Peter: (Shakes his head) They did something to his mind. He doesn't know who he is, or who we are, or even WHAT he is.

Katie: He my papa.

Peter: Um, Katie, when he wakes up, he may be a little...angry...

(But Jordan, a bit tentative, joins Katie. He also puts his arms around Mike as well as he can, though his arms are shorter and he has a harder time.)

Jordan: Unca Mike doggie!

*The twins follow and hug Mike. Shelly even strokes his fur.* :)

Chrissy: Aw, what the heck! He looks so soft! (She leans gently on him and, taking a leaf from Shelly, strokes him) Hey, he IS soft! It's like laying on a pillow!

(There's a thin blue light around Mike. The wolf's brown eyes slowly open. Katie grins as he lifts his head, looks around, and gives the kids licks on their cheeks.)

Katie: Papa's silly!

Chrissy: Hey! I just washed my face!

Little Mick: Wolfie is nice!

Peter: (As Mike nuzzles him) Michael, it's me, Peter! Your best friend! Do you know me?

(Mike cocks his head quizzically to one side.)

Peter: (As he and Mike get off the couch) Well, you're not trying to bite me or the kids, which is a good sign.

Chrissy: Can we play fetch with him?

Katie: I wanna play with Papa!

Peter: Um, no. He's not a real dog. We have to get him to Sheila and Alex, so they can turn him back.

Katie: Papa is back? :)

Peter: (Nods) We'll get him turned back, Katie!

(Mike chases the twins, nudging them with his wet nose. Chrissy laughs.)

Jordan: Wolfie funny! :D

Shelly: Wheeeee! :D

*The twins go in two different directions. Mike tries to decide who to follow. He turns and goes after Little Mick.*

(Peter and Chrissy laugh; Katie and Jordan giggle.)

Peter: (As Mike lightly jumps on Little Mick) Ok, kids, that's enough. Uncle Mike and I have to get going.

Katie: No! Don't want Papa to go!

Peter: Don't worry, Katie, we'll be back, and we'll have your papa back to his normal self, too! :)

Chrissy: I don't know. I kind of like him like this.

Peter: (Shakes his head) He's not a real wolf, Chrissy. His wife and daughter need him human.

(Mike finally leaves Little Mick and trots over to Peter. He puts his head under his hand. Peter tries to get the collar off of Mike's neck, but to no avail.)

Chrissy: What's with that collar?

Peter: We think that's what's keeping Mike a wolf, but we can't get if off, not even with magic or sharp knives!

(Katie goes over to the collar and tugs, but she can't get it off, either. Neither can Jordan.)

*The twins try separately and together, to no avail.*

Peter: You see why we have to go? I was going to stay here because Michael wasn't up for the trip, and I thought it would be best if someone watched him, but now that he is, we're going to help the others.

Chrissy: Be careful! That nasty lady and her guy friend are trouble!

Peter: Oh, we know it, Chrissy! (Closes his eyes; makes his bow and arrow appear) We'll see you kids in a couple of hours. (Smiles at Katie) And your papa will be a man again, don't worry!

Katie: Wanna see Papa!

Jordan: Bye-bye!

Shelly: Good luck!

Little Mick: See you later!

(Peter waves and, closing his eyes again, makes him and Mike disappear in a blue light.)

*We switch to the MonkeeMobile, heading for the desert. Micky is driving again, Davy is in the passenger seat. Daphne, Lauren, and Valerie sit in the middle. Honeywell sits in the very back, grumbling.*

Honeywell: At the risk of sounding like your children, how much longer until we get there?

Davy: Not much longah, at least not at the rate Mick 'ere drives.

Micky: We'd get there even quicker if you knew how to read a map correctly.

Honeywell: Would it work if one of the women read the map?

Davy: I can read the map just fine! 'E just likes to think 'e knows 'is way around 'ere.

Micky: I know the area! I've only lived in California my entire life!

Honeywell: If memory serves me correctly, we were going to Arizona.

Micky: *glares into the rear view mirror* AND I've been to Arizona dozens of times!

Lauren: And to think this has been going on the entire time we've been in the car.

Honeywell: I would have jumped out a window if it wasn't so hot out there.

Valerie: If you two continue this, I will suggest Lauren drives and I handle the map.

*Micky and Davy grumble, but don't respond.*

Valerie: We should be there in a few minutes. Lauren, why don't you call Em and tell her what we're up to? It should be evening out there.

Lauren: Right. *opens the communicator in her watch* Em? You there?

Emma: (Cut to her; she's outside on a busy street; she ducks into a shop and pulls behind an aisle) Yeah, I'm here. I was just on my way back from dinner. How about you guys? Have you found Mike yet?

Lauren: Yeah, we found him, but there's a slight problem. He's a wolf, and is stuck that way because of the collar the devils put on him. We're headed for the devils' hideout right now to figure out how to turn him back and to find the stolen equipment.

Emma: Oh, good lord almighty. That would explain why I've been feeling lousy, AND my craving for raw meat!

Lauren: We'll contact you again once we get something figured out. Just thought we'd give you a heads-up.

Emma: I was going to call you guys anyway. I've spent most of today after the convention doing research. Seems recording isn't the only thing those lasers can do.

Lauren: Really? What else can they do?

Emma: The lasers can cut through things if taken out of the player casing, and there's rumors they can be dangerous if handled improperly.

Lauren: What!?

Emma: The lasers are very, very strong. They're strong enough to include far more music than can be heard on a normal album...but also strong enough to cut through things if taken out of their casing or mishandled. HEAVY things, like solid metals.

Lauren: Oh dear. That isn't good.

Emma: If the lasers are kept in their casings and handled properly, there's no problems and they're safe. But if someone tries to handle them otherwise...

Lauren: Which I'm sure if exactly what the devils might try. :P

Emma: (Nods) That's what scares me. I'm worried sick about Mike and Katie, too. I really do NOT feel well. I've had dizzy spells, and have been a little disoriented...and not just because it's been a while since I've been in New York.

Lauren: We're going to take care of this problem as quickly as we can.

Emma: And I'm going to take the next flight home. This convention's as dull as dishwater, and I should have enough for my article. Besides, my family needs me.

Lauren: Okay, Em.

Emma: I'll see you as soon as I can. If you see Mike, and he's human...(quietly)...tell him I love him. Tell Katie I love her, too.

Lauren: We will. Take care. We'll see you soon. :)

Emma: You too. Be careful!

Lauren: We will! Bye.

Emma: Bye! (She switches off, and we return to the MonkeeMobile as it pulls into the familiar ghost town, in front of the saloon.)

Honeywell: Is this it?

Valerie: (Nods as they all get out, everyone - including Honeywell - dressed in Mission: Impossible black attire) Yes, it is. And it's more than likely they have some idea we're coming, so everyone be on your guard. (Switch to voice-over narration) Gathering those members of our group who were human and in the area, our little fighting group, joined by Inspector Honeywell of the CIS, made their way into the hide out of the notorious Devil Woman and her right-hand-man Alexander. (Pause, then) The Panther Man is our scientific genius at large. He knows his way around a chemistry set and is no slouch with martial arts moves, either.

*Micky attempts a few martial art moves, but trips and causes a poof of smoke upon landing. Apparently he'd had a chemical vial in his shirt pocket. He gets up, dusts himself off, and shrugs.*

Valerie: The Huntress of Bakersfield and the Manchester Marauder were...(cut to Daphne and Davy, smooching in the back of the MonkeeMobile)...making out in the car. (Groans; normal) Would you two just get a room?

*They separate, Daphne blushing and Davy grinning.*

Valerie: (Voice-over) The New England Minx is the formidable mother of three very young children, and her small, cuddly exterior belies a fierce heart and the ability to handle any kind of danger.

*Lauren, hands on her hips, watches as Micky stuffs his face. They need to get going! She "risks life and limb" as she takes Micky's food away and drags him over to the rest of the group.*

Valerie: (Shakes her head and continues) I, the Western Honey Girl, was the leader of this expedition, due to the New Jersey Jungle Girl being across the country doing research for our mission and the Towering Texan being rather fuzzy at the moment. (Heads as quietly as she can up the steps and peers into the swinging doors of the saloon; normal) Ok, gang, looks safe enough. Everyone in.

(The group walks into the saloon. It looks the same as it did in "The Monkees Who Knew Too Much," right down to the chemistry set and Alex in a white lab coat with pink earmuffs on.)

Honeywell: (Goes right to the cages; a few of them have animals in them; raises his eyebrows) What kind of tests are being done to these animals?

Valerie: (She taps Alex on the shoulder) Oh, Alex...

Alex: *does a version of the Monkee-scare and pulls the ear-muffs off* How...what...when...

Valerie: (Nasty, sticky-sweet smile) Alexander, we've heard you're keeping a few mechanical items you really shouldn't be, items that were in my care. Now, I don't like it when things under my care are taken by someone who doesn't belong to them, so why don't you just give them back, and they'll be no fuss?

Alex: No way! Why can't you ever let us get away with something, hm?

Valerie: That wouldn't be right. Those nice little lasers don't belong to you. They belong to the United States Government, and they were under my roof. Alex (she pulls him a bit closer, playing with his curls) we can do this the easy way, or the hard way.

Alex: *grins* I love the hard way. *waggles his eyebrows*

Valerie: You know what? (Knees him in the groin) So do I.

*Alex whimpers, bent over.*

("Sunny Girlfriend" begins as Valerie indicates the cages. She wants Micky, Davy, and Lauren to open them and turn all those people back into humans!)

*The trio nod and go to it.*

(Valerie distracts Alex, blocking his path as he tries to get around her.)

(Honeywell looks over the equipment, flabbergasted by the sheer size and bubblyness of it all.)

(Valerie finally picks up Alex and takes him over to a cabinet. She walks away from it, dusting off her hands.)

*Alex calls for some reinforcements from inside the cabinet. After he finishes, there’s a faint black light in the cabinet.*

(The group's finished with the last of the "animals" when a group of demons appear in a black light. They immediately attack them, a nasty gleam in their eyes.)

(Two scare Honeywell, who tries to beat them back with heavy liquor bottle from the bar.)

(Valerie shoos the group behind the bar. She shoots the demons with soda sprayers.)

(Honeywell ducks behind the bar, grabs an olive jar, and shoves them in the mouths of any demons that come near him.)

*Micky creates some "shots" of his own with a special mixture and offers them to a couple demons. Each demon gulps one down and asks for another. They suddenly shrink down to nothing. Micky grins, holding up the bottle. It reads "Vanishing Demon Liquor."*

(Valerie grins, grabs two beakers, and throws a couple of things together. She pours them in shot glasses and gives them to two more demons. They guzzle them, wipe their mouths...and explode.)

*Lauren creates a mixture that causes another two demons to melt into puddles, which she mops up with paper towels.*

(Daphne grabs three beakers, mixes them in a milkshake mixer, and pours them in a tall glass, as they do look rather like a milkshake. She hands the glass to one of the demons, who chug-a-lugs it. His nose grows so long, it gets leaves and a bird's nest. He runs away screaming.)

(Davy puts together a few blue and purple beakers and some blueberries. He hands a cocktail glass to a demon. The demon drinks the glass, turns blue, and grows to a huge, round size. Three demons have to roll him out of the room.)

(Honeywell puts together a drink for the last demon. He drinks it, shrugs, and walks out. Honeywell makes a face, wondering what he'd made that didn't cause damage to the demon.)

Valerie: (As the music ends; she runs out from behind the bar to the cabinet where Alex is and throws it open; it's empty) Damn it, he's gone! Figures.

Honeywell: I'll take it he and whatever those creatures were are some of the perpetrators?

Daphne: That was Alex.

Honeywell: The man who possibly put together that reel with my voice on it.

Valerie: Right. (Nods at a door in the back) Come on, guys. We'll just have to follow him. We need to find where that equipment is being held.

Honeywell: I'll call my men and make sure they're on my way. I'll catch up in a minute. (Turns on his walkie-talkie as the others exit) Calling Red Leader...hello, Broderick. What? I told you where...I don't want to KNOW how you lost the map. Just get here as fast as you can.

Alex: *sneaks up behind Honeywell* Is this fast enough?

Honeywell: I have to go! I have...problems...(He collapses before he can turn off the walkie-talkie.)

Alex: *as Honeywell sags into his arms; he holds the barrel of a pistol, having used the handle to pistolwhip him* Sometimes the most obvious way is the easiest. What a sap.

Demon 1: Bring him in, Master?

Alex: You betcha.

Demon 2: I have seen others as well! Gold-hair boy and dog! They are in hotel area, looking for friends!

Alex: *perks up* Really? Excellent!

Demon 2: I shall take him. My companions will go for them. You will go for gold-haired boy?

Demon 1: He will. I know that look.

Alex: You fellas really know me too well.

(The three walk off, Alex cackling with glee.)