Everyone ready to join the army?

Mike: Not if it's gonna hurt my head. :p

Peter: I hate fighting. :p

Micky: Ready. ;)

Davy: We don't have much of a choice.

(We open where we left off, at the Lieutenant's camp. The camera focuses briefly on Valerie and Peter as they chat animatedly before moving to the radio hut. Micky leans over it, tugging at some wires, while Davy, Daphne, and Lauren look on.)

Davy: Hear anythin' yet, Mick?

Micky: Just static so far. *Takes a screwdriver to the equipment*

Daphne: I hope you can get something soon. I'd really like to take a real bath and eat something besides fish.

Davy: He can only do so much with what he's got, right Mick?

Micky: Which isn't much.

Davy: I'm wonderin' if we ought to take Mike's suggestion about the boat. It might be easier than tryin' to get this thing to work. No offense, Mick.

Lauren: *makes a face* I'm sorry, but I'm not leaving unless it's on the Coast Guards' boat. No more small boats, please.

Micky: *Frowns, still working on the radio* I'm agree. I don't EVER want to have to go through what happened to us ever again. That was just too damn scary.

Daphne: I know you're impatient, Dave, but they’re right. Mike just isn't thinking right now. In fact, as soon as we can radio the Coast Guard, the first place all of us but Val and Peter need to go is the hospital. We're all really beat up, Mike's still wobbly, and Micky, you did do a number on your ribs.

Micky: *nods* If if wasn't for the fact that I've been so needed, I'd probably be curled up in the fetal position.

Davy: On one hand, I will admit, it is kind of nice to be able to spend some time with all of you without the kids or assorted friends, neighbors, hangers-on, or villains. I'll take a military nut over devils any day!

Micky: *half grin* Agreed.

Daphne: (Sighs) But the kids are scared to death, and I miss Lizzie. (Makes a face and smells Davy) And we could all use a real shower in water that isn't full of salt.

Lauren: No matter what Mick says.

Micky: Hey! It felt good!

Davy: Micky, I stuck a toe in the water and nearly froze to death! How did you do it?

Micky: Ever hear of the Polar Bear Club?

Davy: Yeah, and I always thought they were crackers, too!

Micky: *Shrugs* I was actually hoping to join at some point. It just really doesn't bother me very much.

Daphne: Hey Micky, what happened to that tame Lieutenant of yours?

Micky: Good question. I'd thought he'd have been back by now...

(That's when we hear a gunshot and a "Who the hell are YOU?" from outside.)

Davy: Um, I think he's home.

Micky: Crap. We'd better get out there.

(They run out to the fire; a groggy Emma and Mike run out at the same time. Lieutenant Armstrong points his gun at Peter, who backs away, his arms flung out to protect Valerie.)

Lieutenant: What are you doing here, you mud-sucking Commie?

Micky: Wait! *Runs over to the Lieutenant*

Peter: I'm not a Commie, and we're here to help our friends off this island!

Lieutenant: Friends? (Turns to Micky) Is this your crew, Captain?

Micky: *Nods* Yes, they are.

Peter: Could you not point that thing around my pregnant wife, please? (He points at the gun) It might go off!

Valerie: Peter, don't antagonize him!

Lieutenant: It won't go off, Private. I know how to handle my guns.

Mike: Uh, yeah, sir.

Micky: Could you perhaps...please...holster the gun?

Lieutenant: (Does holster his gun) Sorry, Captain. I get excited when I defend my country.

Micky: That's okay, Lieutenant. We do appreciate that.

Mike: Uh, sir, what are ya doin' here, anyway?

Lieutenant: Running a covert operation for our nation's government, sir!

Mike: What kind of covert operation?

Lieutenant: That's classified information, sir.

Mike: Right, classified. (Whispers to Micky) Um Mick, what are we gonna do about this guy?

Micky: *Whispers back to Mike* Play nice with him until we can get outta here.

Mike: Should we offer to bring him?

Micky: Let him bring it up. :

Lieutenant: Captain, if you and your men are going to stay here, you need to go through basic training.

Mike: Do I gotta? I have a splitting headache, and I already did it once.

Micky: What, uh, will we have to do?

Lieutenant: You'll need to pass the weapons test, the obstacle course, and your drill routine, sir!

Micky: Right, of course! *Uneasy grin*

Mike: Oh man...

Peter: But I don't want to f... (Mike puts a hand over his mouth)

Davy: We don't have much of a choice.

Peter: (Whispers to Mike) Michael, I don't think this is right. I hate fighting and war!

Mike: Would you rather get us killed? It ain't like we're really joinin' the military! I already did that once.

Emma: What about the rest of us?

Lieutenant: You nurses hold down the fort (nods at Valerie) and tend to the one who is with child.

Lauren: We can handle that. *nods*

Emma: You can count on us, (salutes them) sir!

Lieutenant: (Nods at Lauren) The Head Nurse will be in charge while we finish basic training.

Lauren: Very well, Sir.

Lieutenant: Ok troops, you can pick up your weapons at the arsenal hut, then follow me to the training grounds.

Mike: Right. (Waves to the other guys) Come on, fellas.

Emma: We'll scout out some food for when you come back.

Mike: Thanks. (He gives Emma a quick kiss before heading off after the other guys.)

(Cut to a section of the beach and woods that's been roped off. We see a series of tires in a row, a rope swing over a wide sand pit, a very tall mud brick wall, a series of increasingly wide sand dunes, and another series of low fences made from driftwood that end in a muddy, sandy stretch.)

Lieutenant: First order of business is the obstacle course. (He points out the various obstacles) It's not brain surgery. You run in the tires, swing over the pit, climb over the wall, run over the sand dunes, go under the fences, and then make a break for it. That tree (points to a wide palm tree on the edge of the roped-off area) is the end of the course.

Mike: (Makes a face) At least the fences don't have barbed wire.

Lieutenant: Sorry Private, couldn't get that in this remote area.

Micky: *A clear, fearful frown covers his face* Aw shit. This is REALLY gonna hurt.

Davy: *Nudges Micky's arm* Just take it easy, Mick.

Peter: (Sighs) At least it doesn't involve fighting. I could probably do most of this. (Frowns) Micky, maybe you ought to drop out.

Lieutenant: The Captain should lead his men.

Micky: *gulps* I can do this. I HAVE to do this. *Rolls his eyes skyward, then sighs*

Lieutenant: (Looks at a stop watch and raises his gun) On your mark (all the guns line up at a piece wood that lays on the sand), get set, (he shoots off the gun...which scares Peter into running before the Lieutenant can shout) GO! (Micky and Davy go. Mike stands and rubs his ear for a few minutes - he was closest to the Lieutenant and his gun - before taking one look at the Lieutenant's big gun and hurrying to join up with the others.)

("War Games" begins as the guys sprint for the first obstacle, the tires. Peter runs in them clumsily, tripping twice, but he finally makes it out.)

*Davy runs through the tires slowly, but without any problems.*

*Micky moves more quickly, but has an arm across his chest, frowning slightly.*

(Mike runs through the course as fast as he can, tripping a lot but getting through.)

*Davy swings easily over the pit and continues on.*

(Peter grabs the rope swing the moment he arrives. He makes it across, but lands flat on his stomach.)

*Micky pauses, holding the rope at the pit. He takes a deep breath, then swings. He lands on his feet, then stumbles, landing face down. It takes several moments before he slowly and painfully gets to his feet.*

(Mike grabs the rope...but barely makes it half-way across before he lands in the pit.)

*Davy hustles over the wall, but before continuing on, sees Micky headed his way, slowly. Davy waits until Micky reaches him, then helps him get over the wall. They continue on together.*

(Peter scrambles up the wall and jumps over the other side...then keeps going.)

*Micky and Davy run over the sand dunes, relishing in the lack of jostling on their bodies.*

(Mike barely manages to scramble out of the pit and over to the wall. He sees the Lieutenant's back is turned and other guys are already on their way to the sand dunes. He whistles a bit...and walks AROUND the wall before making a break for the dunes.)

(Peter stumbles over the sand dunes, his feet caught in the slippery hills.)

(Mike waves as he runs past Micky and Davy on the sand dunes.)

*Davy laughs, waving back. Micky frowns and flips Mike the bird.*

*Davy and Micky reach the fences. Davy prepares to go under, coaxing Micky to follow. Micky shakes his head. Davy gets up again and forces Micky down with him. Again, together, the go under the fences.*

(Mike growls and runs as fast as he can after the boys...and manages to pass them as he ducks under the fence. He's as fast as any wolf.)

(Peter frowns. He's not as fast as the others, and not as small, either. He ducks under the first fence...and gets stuck. He manages to wedge his way out, but he's way behind.)

*Davy comes out from under the fences first, then offers a hand to Micky, who's slowed incredibly. Davy has to practically pull him up. He wraps one of Micky's arms around his shoulders. They continue for the end.*

(Peter sees Davy take Micky's arm. He takes his other arm, smiling. Mike looks over his shoulder, sighs, and waits for them. He puts his arm around Micky when they make it to him. As the song ends, all four stumble to the finish line...together.)

Mike: (As the song ends and the Lieutenant jogs up to them) Mick, are you all right?

Micky: *Gives an unhappy laugh* I've been better.

Lieutenant: (He jogs over to the Monkees) Nice display of teamwork, boys. Captain, have you been hurt? Should I call one of the nurses?

Davy: *Seeing the grin forming on Micky's face* Uh, he'll be just fine, Lieutenant. Just needs to work out a few kinks, that's all.

Lieutenant: Very well. I'm impressed with you and your men, Captain. You're mostly clumsy and not terribly athletic, but you work well together and you get the job done.

Micky: *Chews his lip briefly to bring himself back around* Thanks, Lieutenant. We do pretty well.

Lieutenant: You're welcome. (Louder) Ok men, line 'em up! (The boys get into a line) Our next training will be weapons training. (He points to a target about two yards from the finish line)

Lieutenant: Your mission, men, is to hit the target. I'll move the target back after you've all had some practice at two feet.

Peter: Doesn't seem hard.

Mike: What weapons are we usin'?

Lieutenant: (He hands them each a knife, a large gun, and a bow and arrow) You'll be working with these. Standard military equipment except for the bows and arrows, which I made myself for use in the jungles. You never know what you'll find out there.

Peter: (Looks the arrows over) And they're very well made, too. I'm impressed.

Lieutenant: Thank you, Private. (He indicates the target) You'll go first, Private.

Peter: Thank you. ("Ladies' Aid Society" begins as Peter expertly hits the target with all three of his arrows. The Lieutenant nods. Good work, Private.)

(Mike ends up nearly tangled in his bow and arrow before he does manage to shoot all three of his arrows. They all hit the target, but not anywhere close to the bulls-eye.)

*Davy pulls back and lets the arrow fly...over the target.*

(The Lieutenant ducks the arrow, which parts his hair.)

Davy: (Over the music) Sorry!

*Micky tries to pull his arrow back, but he cringes. The arrow shoots into the ground, several feet in front of them.*

(The Lieutenant shakes his head. Not great, but it's a start. He moves the target back a yard.)

(Peter still expertly hits the bullseye all three times again.)

(Mike’s first arrow hits a tree. His second hits a rock. The third hits a bird, which falls to the ground. Mike grins and holds up the bird. Look, I caught dinner!)

(Peter frowns. Aw, poor bird!)

(The Lieutenant steps AWAY from Davy and Micky when they take their turns.)

*Davy's shots actually hit the target this time, but are dangerously close to the edges.*

*Micky tries again, but the same thing happens on his first arrow. He shakes his head and puts the bow down.*

(The Lieutenant frowns. He gives Micky what looks like a smaller, lighter version of Peter's crossbow, which is held on the shoulder. Maybe this'll help there, Captain.)

*Micky takes a few deep breaths, trying to calm himself. He narrows his eyes, not just to get a better view of the target, but to also blink away some tears forming, and shoots the crossbow. The arrow hits the bullseye!*

(The Lieutenant's eyes widen. Mike grins and gives Micky a little pat on the back. Peter gives him a gentle hug!)

*Davy claps Micky's shoulder as his grin grows wider.*

Lieutenant: (As the song ends) Very impressive, Captain.

Peter: Not to pull ranks, Lieutenant, but under the circumstances, I think we should skip the gun work. I don't think our Captain is up to it. He needs rest and to see the nurses.

Micky: *Still with a light grin* I'm gonna have to agree. Any more of this, and I'm gonna need a bag to breathe into.

Lieutenant: (Nods) You do look pale, Captain. We'll complete the course when you're ready.

Mike: (Whispers to Micky) Do you think you could get more work done on that radio?

Micky: *Whispers back to Mike* I'm thinking that might be about ALL I'm able to do right now.

Lieutenant: We'll reconvene at seven hundred hours. I'll need people to help patrol the parameter.

Peter: (Looks at Davy) We're practically the only ones who CAN. I don't think Michael or Micky are really up to running around the woods.

Davy: No, they aren't. We can handle it just fine, Peter. *Nods*

Lieutenant: (Nods) Then you two, come with me. Captain, do you think you could get back on your own?

Micky: *Short nod* Yeah, walking's not too bad, thanks.

Lieutenant: You're welcome. (He turns to Davy and Peter) Ok, you two, fall out! (They follow the Lieutenant into the woods, carrying their gear)

Mike: (Looks at Micky) You sure you're up for workin' on the radio? I might be able to do it...

Micky: *Closes his eyes* Mike...I think I'm gonna be sick.

Mike: Shit. I'll do it, then. (He quickly leads Micky to the woods so he can be sick over a tree as we fade out.)