(We open in the Montgomery House's kitchen. Peter is leaning over the refrigerator while Mike unloads pots and pans.)

Peter: I hope we have enough butter...

Mike: Will you calm down, Pete? We bought enough food to feed a small army?

Micky: Yeah, we'll be just fine!

Peter: (Thoughtful) Maybe we should have bought enough for a large army...

Davy: Or just Mick.

Mike: (Grins as he pulls out knives and spoons) Yeah, that too. Are all the kids in bed?

Peter: (Pulls his head out of the fridge with a nod) With strict instructions to remain there, or else.

Mike: Good. We don't need them underfoot.

Peter: Emerald knows to stay out of our hair, too. I talked to her before you guys arrived.

Micky: Good.

Mike: Thanks. She's a nice...well, ghost...but her jokes can get annoyin'. (Turns to Micky) Did you guys set the table?

Peter: (As he pulls out bags of vegetables) And if you did, could someone tell the girls they can go to the dining room? They're still in the parlor, probably chatting and making jokes about us.

Davy: Yes, the table's all set. I'll go let the girls know. *Heads out*

Micky: This meal will go off with a hitch.

Mike: I sure hope so. We have a lot to own up to with the girls, especially after that shipwreck last week.

Peter: (He brings out two large squashes) It'll be ok. Micky and I are good cooks, and you and Davy will be able to figure out enough to get by.

Micky: Right. I've already promised more times than I can count that I won't do anything weird or strange to any of the food!

Mike: You'd better not. You're in charge of the meat. I'd like it to come out in one piece.

Micky: It will, it will!

Peter: I'll do the squash casserole and the mashed potatoes.

Mike: Davy n' I will work on the vegetables. Can't imagine we could really do much to them.

Peter: I already made the cake layers. We just need to add the frosting and filling.

Micky: *Snaps his fingers* I know a really easy way to frost a cake!

Peter: You do?

Micky: Yup! Set the cake on a turntable and turn it on.

Peter: Um, ok.

Mike: Wouldn't that damage the turntable?

Micky: Would I suggest it if I hadn't tried it before?

Mike: Yes.

Micky: I'm trying to be good here, Mike.

Peter: Ok, you two, don't fight. We'll try Micky's idea. It'll go faster, anyway. I just need to find an older turntable we don't use as much.

Mike: That's fine. (As Davy comes back) Are the ladies settled?

Davy: They are.

Mike: Good. Ok, let's get goin'. Mick, get that roast beef goin'. Dave, help me with the vegetables. Pete, you do the potatoes, the casserole for you and Dave, and get the rolls out.

Peter: Right. (Goes to slice the squash)

Micky: I'm on it! *goes to the beef*

*Davy goes to get the rolls.*

("Apples, Peaches, Bananas, and Pears" begins as the boys separate to their respective tasks. Mike slices carrots. Peter cuts the peel off the squash and throws the seeds away, then slices it and puts it in a pot to boil.)

(Mike pulls out a bag of pearl onions and mixes up a white sauce to cook them in.)

(Peter adds bread crumbs and butter to the casserole. He reaches for the flour...but realizes there's already a hand on it. Mike's adding more flour to the white sauce. He tries to get it back, but Mike grabs it. They have a tug-of-war.)

*Micky works with the roast beef, humming "You're A Mean One, Mr. Grinch.*

(Peter is finally able to grab the flour away from Mike, reminding him who owns the flour, the kitchen, the food, and the house. Grumbling, Mike goes over to Mick to check on his roast.)

*Davy puts the rolls in a basket and takes them out to the table.*

(Peter drops the casserole in the oven and goes to peel potatoes.)

(Mike inspects Micky's roast, making sure there is NOTHING on it that shouldn't be there.)

*Micky crosses his heart, other hand clearly in view.*

(Mike rolls his eyes and goes to open the cranberry sauce.)

(Peter slices the potatoes and lets them boil, then goes to check on the casserole.)

(Mike puts a pan of carrots on to cook and starts the green bean casserole.)

(Peter dips his finger into the gravy Micky's making for the roast.)

*Micky grins. Good, huh?*

(Peter nods eagerly.)

(Mike looks around...then shoves a handful of the fried onion rings in his mouth before adding them to the green bean casserole. He leans over Davy's shoulder as he puts out a dish of butter, making it into the shape of a heart.)

(Mike nods at Davy. Nice, kid.)

*Davy grins. Thanks!*

(Peter's eyes widen. Yikes! The potatoes are boiling over! He leaps for the pot. Mike tries to jump aside, but he slips on the water on the floor and lands on his rear as Peter turns the head on the stove down.)

(Mike makes a face and rubs his rear end.)

(Peter sighs and grabs a mop, making his way past Micky, who is mixing hot apple cider for the group.)

(Mike puts the green bean casserole in the oven as Peter dances with his mop, even dipping it at one point. He finally puts the mop aside and dances with Micky, ignoring the looks Mike gives them as he checks the carrots.)

*The boys dance all around the kitchen, just plain having fun.*

Mike: (As he drizzles honey over the carrots) Ok, you two. We're just about done here. All we have to do is frost that cake.

Peter: Right. (He concentrates. A somewhat battered record player appears on the counter as Mike cleans up from the vegetables) Here we go.

Micky: Okay, now... *Picks up the frosting and turns on the turntable; the cake begins to spin* on goes the frosting. *Has no problem to begin with, but the turntable starts to pick up speed*

Peter: Um Micky...isn't it going too fast?

Micky: Yes, yes, it is! What's wrong with this thing?

Peter: I told you it's old!

Mike: Get out of the way!

Davy: Run for cover!

(Mike dives under the table. Peter just jumps away.)

Peter: Micky, unplug it!

*Micky crawls under the table and yanks the plug, which is followed immediately by a splat.*

Peter: (He has his hands over his eyes) Is everything safe?

Mike: (Crawls out from under the table, pink icing in his hair) I think so.

Peter: (Looks around the kitchen...which is now covered with pink goo) Oh man, the kitchen! Just look at it!

Mike: We are so dead.

Davy: Well, we've done it again, mates.

Micky: *sighs* Holy crap...

Peter: We have to clean this up before the girls see!

Mike: Is the cake ok? We can always whip up more frostin'.

Micky: *Checks it* The cake itself looks okay.

Mike: Ok, then. Micky, you and Peter make more frostin'. Dave and I will clean everythin'.

Micky: Right.

("Sweet Young Thing" begins as Peter reaches for the powdered sugar. He points to the refrigerator - they need more butter.)

(Mike and Davy head for the nearest broom closet for cleaning supplies.)

*Micky gets the butter. He heads back to the table, but slides on some frosting on the floor. He slides right over to the table, smacks into it, and sets the butter down easily. Micky winces, rubbing the spot where he hit.*

(Peter frowns. Oh man, Mick, are your ribs ok?)

*Micky gives the OK symbol with his fingers, but when Peter turns away, he doubles over.*

(Mike scrubs the walls. Davy uses the mop Peter left in the kitchen after the potato mess.)

(Mike makes a face when Davy accidentally runs over his toes with the mop. He lifts his feet to reveal soaked boots.)

(Peter makes the turntable disappear. He asks Micky if he's up to mixing the frosting. He'll put it on the cake this time. Micky can do the words.)

*Micky nods and starts mixing.*

(Peter concentrates as he slowly layers frosting on the cake.)

(Mike washes the windows. Davy waltzes with the mop.)

*Micky prepares to do the lettering.*

(Peter moves away. There! It's ready, Micky!)

*Micky sets about doing the lettering.*

(Davy grabs Mike and dances with HIM. Mike just squawks.)

(Peter watches Micky do the lettering.)

(Mike leans over the cake, too...and takes a swipe of icing from the bowl. Peter shoos him away.)

Mike: (As the song ends and he licks his fingers) Good stuff. You guys ready with that cake?

Micky: Ready!

Mike: Ok, then. Micky, you get the roast beef. Pete, you take the squash casserole. Dave, you get the potatoes and the carrots. (He reaches in and pulls the green bean casserole out) I'll take the green beans.

(Cut to the formal dining room, which is set with a fancy red tablecloth and pink and red napkins. There's a large red cut-out heart on each plate and candles in silver candleholders in the middle of the table.)

Valerie: Well, this is nice.

Emma: I wish they'd just get going with the main meal. I'm hungry! (She grabs a roll)

Lauren: Knowing the guys, I'd say something's gone wrong by now.

Valerie: Maybe someone ought to go check on them.

Emma: (Shakes her head) They were so insistent that the food stays secret. They'd probably kill us if we peeked.

Valerie: I'm worried about what they might have done to our kitchen, not to mention each other.

Emma: If they did major damage, we would have heard the boom by now.

Valerie: Em, that's not funny. I like my kitchen. I worked hard on designing it.

Emma: I'm sure they're fine. They're just being slowpokes. Probably got into some kind of a squabble.

Valerie: (Looks up as the boys appear) Here they are!

Emma: (Sniffs) Oooh, that roast smells good!

Valerie: The casseroles look lovely.

Peter: Here we are, ladies!

Mike: I hope you girls are hungry.

Emma: Ooh Micky, who gets to carve that roast?

Micky: *Turns to Mike* How would you like to carve it, Mike?

Mike: Sure! Thanks, Mick. (He smiles and takes a knife)

Emma: Well, THAT makes sense. He does know something about large sharp objects.

Peter: (He's already spooning squash casserole onto his plate) So, what do you think, ladies? A romantic dinner for eight.

Daphne: It's a wonderful idea, fellas.

Emma: (As she spoons carrots onto her plate) And it tastes good, too!

Mike: Yeah, I thought we needed a little time as a group after what happened last week. (He slices the roast and lifts the meat onto a plate, then passes the plate around)

Valerie: This looks good.

Peter: I hope so. We have a cake waiting for after dinner, too.

Emma: Oooh, I can't wait!

Mike: (Sighs) So...I should apologize about last week.

Emma: Why, Baby? (She stabs at cranberry sauce slices) It wasn't your fault we ran into that storm.

Mike: But I was the one who wanted to take that ride in the first place!

Emma: We didn't have to go with you, Baby. Peter and Val didn't.

Peter: Did anyone look into that storm? It was just so sudden.

Emma: (Looks at Lauren) Lauren, didn't you and Mick talk to the company that provides the weather updates for the radio station?

Lauren: Yeah. They didn't know anything about it! They were still saying it was supposed to be clear all day.

Valerie: I asked a friend who's a meteorologist in Santa Monica. She says it has her completely baffled. It came out of nowhere, like magic.

Peter: (Thoughtful) Magic...

Micky: *Raises an eyebrow* Magic?

Mike: Magic?

Valerie: (Shrugs) That's what she said, though I doubt she thought it was actually magic. I think she was just joking.

Peter: But I'm not. It's the only explanation.

Mike: Do you think magic caused that storm?

Peter: It's the only explanation, Michael. And it's not OUR magic, either. None of us caused that.

Mike: As far as I know, none of us can control the weather.

Emma: (Eyes widen) But I'll bet I know who CAN.

Mike: The Devils.

Micky: Dammit.

Valerie: But why?

Mike: Who knows? Maybe Alex decided he wanted to have some fun and annoy us.

Micky: Sounds like something he'd do.

Peter: (Sighs) At least we're all together now. (Takes Valerie's hand)

Mike: (Grins at Emma, whose mouth is full of carrots) Yeah.

Davy: *Leans his forehead against Daphne's* Right.

Micky: *Wraps an arm around Lauren's shoulders* You bet.

(We end with laughter as all four couples smile at each other and the camera fades out on a red paper heart on one of the plates.)