Everyone ready to explore an uncharted island? ;)

Mike: Noooo....

Micky: I can't believe this happened... :P

Davy: Where is everyone?

Peter: Guys, are you ok? :o

(We open on the shore. Micky is trying to shake a tree filled with what looks like heavy brown balls. Lauren still lays on the shore, now covered with a relatively dry "blanket" of soft leaves.)

Micky: (Mutters) Darn coconuts. (Whines) Come on! I want my breakfast! (Kicks at the tree. A coconut finally falls...right on his head) Ow! (He puts the coconut aside and returns to the tree) Ok, now give me one for Lauren! (He kicks it again...and gets a whole pile of coconuts that bury him) Owwwww.

Lauren: *without moving* Shouldn't...kick it...Mick.

Micky: Babe! (He runs over to her and leans over her) Babe, are you ok? Can you move? Is anything broken? Babe, speak to me!

Lauren: *Cracks her eyes open* Too many questions.

Micky: Babe... (He gently lifts her onto his lap) How are you feeling?

Lauren: *slight smile* Glad that I'm here talking to you.

Micky: I'm just glad we're alive. (He hugs her very gently)

Lauren: Where's the others?

Micky: (Face falls) I don't know. I think I might have seen Em when we were in the water, but Mike, Davy, and Daphne...

Lauren: Oh dear.

Micky: I hope they're all on this island, too.

Lauren: Me, too. *pauses* How about you, Mick? Are you okay?

Micky: I'm a little woozy, and I feel like King Kong used me for a chew toy, but I don't think anything's broken. My ribs might be a little bruised.

Lauren: Imagination power is out, then.

Micky: Yeah. At least until we can get our bearings.

Micky: I guess you aren't feeling too great, either. (Checks her all over) Does anything feel broken?

Lauren: *shakes her head* Nothing broken. I do have a headache, and my left wrist is sore.

Micky: Can you stand?

Lauren: I think so.

Micky: (Helps Lauren to her feet) How about some breakfast, Babe? I hit the bonanza on coconuts.

Lauren: I noticed. A little something would be appreciated.

Micky: (Takes a sharp rock) I even found something to open them with! (Cracks open a coconut for Lauren) Here you go, Babe. Sorry I don't have any utensils.

Lauren: That's okay. I my parents used to like to remind me that I loved eating spaghetti with my hands even when I was four or five.

Micky: You know what? (Cracks open a coconut for him) Forks are overrated anyway.

Lauren: For you, yes.

Micky: (Slurps his coconut) Ahh, that's good. Want another one? That's all I've been able to find along the shore, but there's probably other stuff further inland.

Lauren: I think I'll be fine with one. My stomach's still a little off.

Micky: Ok, then. More for me. (He cracks open another coconut and slurps) Nothing like fresh food. (As he finishes) I hope the others are ok. I guess you wouldn't have your communicator on you? Mine was in the cabin. (He cracks open a third coconut.)

Lauren: *Checks her pockets* Nope. I had mine in my back pocket. It isn't there now.

Micky: We can't even get through to Peter and Val and tell them and the kids that we're ok. Man, Babe, we're in trouble.

Lauren: As long as we can find the others, we should be okay.

Micky: I sure hope we CAN find them. I haven't seen anyone but you and me since I woke up this morning.

Lauren: I hope so, too.

Micky: Ready to start out? (Finishes his four coconut)

Lauren: *Finishes her coconut* Yeah, I think so.

Micky: Ok, Babe. (He gently helps her to her feet) Need more help?

Lauren: *Smiles, wrapping her right arm gently around his waist* Why don't we help each other?

Micky: (Smiles) Sure! (He stumbles forward a bit, almost taking them both down) I meant to do that.

Lauren: I'm sure you did.

Micky: Come on, Babe! Off we go, into the wild blue yonder! (They march off rather unsteadily.)

(Cut to Micky and Lauren stumbling their way through what looks like the jungle set from "Monkees Marooned" and "The Monkees and the Lost City of Gold.")

Micky: (As he shoves flora aside) Didn't we just do this last month? (He's hit in the mouth with a huge leaf; spits it out)

Lauren: It was similar, yes.

Micky: Darn it! Where are all those gadgets when we NEED them? I don't even have a Swiss Army Knife!

Lauren: Or a machete.

Micky: Babe, I haven't seen anything but plants. Have you seen anything?

Lauren: *Glances around* No, I...wait! Mick, look, over there! *Points off to their right*

Micky: (Sees the back of a tall, thin, shirtless man pulling palm fronds together in a clearing) Hey, do you think that could be Mike? It's too tall for Davy. (Squints) Then again, he's awfully muscular for Mike..

Lauren: *Also squints* I don't think it's Mike.

Micky: He must be someone else, then. (That's when we hear the sound of grenades launching) Duck for cover, babe! They're shooting at us! (Micky dives for the trees. We cut to Lauren's glimpse of the man. He's throwing small hand grenades at the target made of what used to be palm fronds.)

Lauren: *also dives* Yikes! What is he DOING?

Man: Die, you evil scum suckers! (Throws another one)

Micky: Um, pleasant fellow, isn't he?

Lauren: *makes a face* Incredibly.

Man: (Whips around) What was that? Come out, you dirty yellow bastards!

Lauren: Okay, this guy is SCARING me!

Micky: Waaayy too many war movies, man.

Lauren: *Eyes widen* I wonder if it's movies...or real life?

Micky: You think he's some damaged Vietnam loony?

Lauren: I'd say it's possible.

Man: Come outta there! (He takes a machine gun from behind his back and shoots into the trees)

Micky: Shit! This guy is gonna KILL us!

Lauren: We've gotta get outta here!

Micky: I ain't gonna argue that, babe. Come on. (But Micky just barely moves when he looks up...and sees a big black boot. The camera follows the boot up...and up...until we see all of the man carrying the machine gun) Uh, hi. Nice gun.

Man: What are you two doing here? This island is a military secret!

Micky: Um, looking for our friends. Seen any lately?

Man: Soldier, these aren't friends on this island. There's a war on. (Nods at Lauren) Nurse?

Lauren: *gulps* Not me.

Micky: No, my, um, assistant. I'm, um, Captain Michael Dolenz. My crew and I were washed up here when our yach...ship was knocked around by that big storm we had last night.

Man: Yes, that storm did come up suddenly. That makes sense. That squall would have knocked a battle cruiser out of the water! (Stands at attention, saluting him) Lieutenant Jim Armstrong, sir!

Micky: *nods* Good to meet you, Lieutenant.

Lieutenant: You said you came with a crew. I don't see them with you.

Micky: We became separated when our ship was knocked around.

Lauren: *shakes her head* Our ship was wrecked.

Lieutenant: We should report this to the government immediately!

Micky: Um, how exactly do you intend to tell the government?

Lieutenant: I have my radio at my hut about a ten minute's walk from here, sir! (Salutes him again)

Lauren: You have a radio?

Lieutenant: Yes, ma'am! Of course, I haven't gotten it to work well in a while...

Micky: Perhaps I could take a look at it for you.

Lieutenant: You're authorized to work on government electronics, sir?

Micky: *grins* Sure I am!

Lieutenant: Follow me then, sir, (nods at Lauren) Miss. (He leads them out of the clearing and down a slightly more well-trod path.)

(Cut to a larger clearing. This one has three huts. One is set off a little further apart from the others. There's a small fire pit just far enough away from the largest hut to not set it or the trees on fire.)

Lieutenant: This is my base, Captain. The radio is in with the other electrical equipment. (Points at the smaller hut) I'm afraid I have no guest quarters. I don't often have guests.

Micky: *nods* I believe that. We'll be fine, thanks.

Lieutenant: I have some provisions. It's not much, but it should satisfy all of us for lunch. I need to go fishing after I finish my patrol.

Micky: Very well, Lieutenant.

Lieutenant: You may join me if you wish, after you work with the radio. We could see if we can find the rest of your crew.

Micky: We'd really appreciate that, thank you.

Lieutenant: (Leads Micky and Lauren into the smallest hut, which is filled with tools, odds and ends, small parts, and part of one crystal radio set) Let me know if you need anything. I'm going to be doing drills in the practice area behind the main hut (salutes again) sir!

Micky: Will do, Lieutenant. *nods*

(The lieutenant leaves Micky in the hut, picks up a rife leaning against the wall near the door, and heads out.)

Lauren: Wow...

Micky: Man, I'm almost regretting not being able to join the military. They're sure giving them great equipment these days!

Lauren: Yeah, but you've made your own equipment that's just as good.

Micky: (Grins) Thanks, Babe. (Sighs as he looks over the radio) I think I could get this working. It won't reach land, but it might catch a passing ship. I wonder if that guy has a map on him, too? I would like to get someone who speaks English on the other line.

Lauren: *Smirks* As opposed to only know how to say "Yes, I do."

Micky: Yeah, I told you about that one. (Gulps) Do you think the others are really out there? We haven't seen anyone besides the Lieutenant.

Lauren: I sure hope so. *Pauses* I'm a little worried about the Lieutenant. He seems nice enough, but what if he finds out you really aren't a Captain?

Micky: Then we'll make sure he doesn't find out. (Goes to the shelf and takes a few parts) Shouldn't be too hard. There's no one here to contradict us, and we could make sure the others understand what's going on when we find them. Besides, even without our powers, we could probably all jump the guy if we could disarm him. I think he's nuts.

Lauren: Certainly seems that way. *goes to another shelf*

Micky: (Fiddles around with some wires) As long as we keep saying we're with the government, he'll probably be harmless, at least to us. We just have to keep him from harming the others, if they're even here.

Lauren: They are here. They have to be! *Pauses, turning* Got anything yet?

Micky: (Shakes his head) Nahh. This is gonna take a while. This equipment WAS top of the line a few years ago. It's starting to show its age.

Lauren: *Rejoins Micky* Anything I can help with?

Micky: Yeah. I'm going to need some more tools. (Points to a rack by the door)

Lauren: *Grabs several tools and returns with them* I do have to admit, other than the way we found this island and being scared by the Lieutenant initially, it's kinda nice.

Micky: (Looks around) Yeah. It's like Gilligan's Island, but with much smarter people. Hand me the screwdriver please, Babe.

Lauren: *Hands the tool over* Here you go, Mick. (Grins) Do I dare say that this is even a little romantic?

Micky: (Looks at Lauren and grins) Yeah. Shame the loony's just outside the door. I don't know how I'd explain it if we...had fun here.

Lauren: Unfortunately.

*Lauren sighs, then grins. She moves behind Micky and wraps her arms light around his waist, wary of his ribs and her wrist. She rests the side of her head against his back.*

Micky: Man Babe...I sooooo want you.... (He turns around and gives her a huge, passionate kiss)

Lauren: *moans* He's gotta be far enough away...

Micky: To hell with military loonies and my ribs! I WANT you! (He pulls her down and out of sight of the camera)

Lauren: Well, this'll be another odd place to add to the list.

Micky: Oh Babe...BABE...

(And we fade out on their moans and the camera demurely focusing on the half-finished radio work area.)