You boys ready to have fun? ;)

Mike: Man, I'm at work. I'll have fun when I go home.

Micky: *grins* Always. *sighs* What you don't know...

(We open in the studio. Mike plays the end of "Some Of Shelly's Blues" as Hank Cicalo leans over from the recording booth and gives him a thumbs-up.)

Hank Cicalo: That was great, Mike.

Mike: (Shrugs) Well...

Hank: Want to continue this after lunch?

Mike: I'm gonna go down a little later. I wanna work on that last part.

Hank: Sounded ok to me, but you're the musician. (Smiles) I'll see you later. Don't be up here so late, you forget to eat!

(Mike nods and leans over Black Beauty as Hank heads out.)

*It's barely a minute before the studio door opens again.*

Micky: *calls* Mike? Hey, Mike, you still here?

(Mike is so involved with his song, he doesn't hear Micky come in.)

Micky: *wanders through the studio; louder* HEY, MIKE, YOU HERE!?

Mike: (Looks up) Yeah. (Returns to his song)

Micky: *doesn't hear Mike; rounds the corner and finds him* There you are! Had to follow the guitar strains to find you!

Mike: (Looks up) Mick, is there something you want, or are you just in an annoying mood? I'm a little busy here.

Micky: *folds his arms* You just said it. You're still here, being all busy. From wandering around in here I can tell everyone else went to lunch.

Mike: I'm goin' to lunch after I finish this.

Micky: I've heard that one before. *sits down across from Mike* I think you've made a record for longest time spent in a recording studio. :P

Mike: When was the last time YOU were in the studio?

Micky: Two days ago. I laid down vocal tracks to three songs, played the drums for two songs, and even put in some accoustic guitar and synthesizer on another.

Mike: I just want to get some things done for the next album. We have most of the movie soundtrack completed, but if we want to boost our ratings...

Micky: *leans his chin in one hand, his arm propped on the arm of the chair* We what? Work day and night until we get run down and end up sounding worse?

Mike: I do not sound THAT bad. :p

Micky: *raises an eyebrow* Really?

Mike: Mick, what do you want?

Micky: Don't you get it, Mike? You're the only one of the four of us in here day and night. Your family misses you, and so do Pete, Dave, and I. This is the only way any of us really get to see you.

Mike: Mick, I'm just going to finish this song, and then I promise, I'll go to lunch. I told Katie I'd take her to the park this evening, then to Millie's.

Micky: *nods* Haven't you made that promise before? I seem to recall taking Miss Katie to the park last week.

Mike: My session ran overtime. (Shrugs) And doesn't she love going with you and the twins?

Micky: Yes, but she also loves spending time with her daddy. *sits back in the chair*

Mike: I love her too, Mick, I love her a lot. But Daddy doesn't always have the time to play.

Micky: Does he ever?

Mike: Mick, this is serious! I'm not like Pete, turnin' into some party for my stoned buddies. I'd like to get the next album out as soon as possible! Do you want to be able to live like you do now? What about Lauren and the kids? Do you want THEM to be able to live like they do now? What about the upkeep of that house, and everything you've blown up lately? Do you want to be able to afford that?

Micky: Yes, I want all of that. That's why I have two other careers on top of music. Mike, I'm just trying to point out that you need to compromise between working on cranking out the album and reminding your family of what you look like.

Mike: (Mutters) They know what I look like. I'm there every mornin' and at night. (Strums Black Beauty again)

Micky: Are you going to lunch, then, or what?

Mike: In a minute...

Micky: No, now. *goes over to Mike and grabs an arm* Come on, Mike.

Mike: Miiiiccck!

Micky: Right now! *tugs harder*

("Hollywood" begins as Mike pulls away from Mick and reaches for Black Beauty again.)

*Micky grabs Black Beauty in one hand and shoves Mike away with the other. Micky backs off, holding Black Beauty hostage.* ;)

(Mike lunges for Micky, but he only pulls away and gets on top of a table.)

*Micky does a bit of air guitar before the table wobbles a bit.*

(Mike squawks and lunges for Micky and the table, trying to right both.)

*Micky jumps off the table, still holding Black Beauty, and runs around the studio, dodging Mike.*

(Mike makes a flying leap for Micky, but he nimbly gets out of his way. Mike lands face-first on the floor near the recording booth.)

(Mike grabs his guitar, but Micky has a firm hold on it. They alternate grabbing at it until Mike has nothing left to grab and Micky takes off again.)

*Micky runs past a window, then goes back to it. He looks down at the guitar, then at the window...the guitar...the window...the camera...*

Mike: (As the music runs down) Micky Dolenz, don't you DARE! You KNOW how I feel about Black Beauty! I oughta shave you an' blue-light you into a blizzard naked jus' for touchin' her like that!

Micky: *stands still where he is, then slowly grins... then laughs* Now, THAT'S an interesting visual! Except for the shaving, I'll have to tell that one to Lauren! *pauses, then holds out the guitar* Are you coming with me, or what?

Mike: Mick, I was gonna go to lunch soon anyway! Just put my baby down!

Micky: How was I supposed to know that? You're in this studio from sunrise until way after sunset practically every day! Dave and I joke that you live here now!

Mike: I'm just doin' work! I'll make time for the girls, I promise!

Micky: You'd better, or else! *gives Mike the guitar* I know where your guitar lives!

Mike: I just...(sighs)...I have a kid comin', and I want him and Katie to be happy, to live in a nice home and have a good life. Our last special didn't get the best reviews or ratings, and the movie really got crazy. What IS it, anyway, besides enough footage for three films?

Micky: *shrugs* If I knew what the movie was, I'd tell ya.

Mike: (Puts Black Beauty in her case) Remind me never to write films while stoned ever again.

Micky: That goes for all of us.

Mike: How many different versions of the script are there?

Micky: Umm...too many.

Mike: I want everythin' to go well. I don't trust other people with my songs.

Micky: I know, but you just seem a little obsessed lately.

Mike: I guess I have been a little preoccupied, but "D.W Washburn" stalled on the charts. (Makes a face) That's what I get for lettin' some music executive of Val's pick the next single.

Micky: I liked that one, too... ;)

Mike: I guess it was ok, but it's kinda old fashioned for 1972, buddy.

Micky: Oh well..

Mike: (Slings the case over his shoulder) So, where do you want to go to lunch so badly, you nearly killed Black Beauty over it?

Micky: *grins* Anywhere! I'm starving!

Mike: You bugged me an' almost killed my baby, an' you don't have any plans?

Micky: No.

Mike: Miiiiiiiiiiiiiiiccccccccccccccccckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk...

Micky: What?

Mike: (Sighs) Mick, you're somethin' else.

Micky: Thank you!

(Mike just shakes his head as the two head out.)