Ok, everyone ready for the big performance?

Peter: Yeah! :D

Davy: You bet!

Mike: Let's do good here. We need the publicity for the movie and our next album.

Micky: Definitely!

(We open backstage at the Empire Theater, where the Mel Tanovan Program is filmed. As the camera goes backstage, the familiar woman singing opera arias for the folks at home is ultimately drowned out by a Monkees rehearsal jam, with Davy on drums, as Micky is not there yet.)

Mike: (As the jam ends) Man, where's Micky? He said he'd be here on time!

Davy: I don't know, mate. 'E's still acting weird, even aftah 'is personalities stopped changing.

Peter: Yeah. He's still Micky, and he hasn't done anything devil-ish to us, but his aura still isn't quite right. (Frowns) In fact, yesterday at rehearsal, it looked like it was growing.

Mike: What?

Peter: Micky's aura seemed to be expanding, as if he were growing.

Mike: Pete, Mick's well past his teenage years. I don't think he's gonna go through another growth spurt.

Davy: He was complaining about running into things with 'is 'ead.

Mike: Yeah, well, that ain't nuthin' new.

Peter: Mike, he was hitting his head on the walls in his OWN home, the one HE designed!

Mike: Maybe he shoulda made his ceilings higher.

Davy: 'E did!

Micky: *calls out* I'm here! *clunks his head on the door frame as he runs through* Ow! Not again! :P

Mike: Mick, where have you been? We're on in five minutes!

Micky: Trying to find pants that'll fit! *indicates how his pants are at least six inches shorter than they should be*

Mike: Mick, are you wearin' some kind of new lift?

Micky: *shakes his head* No! Man, I'm getting taller, and I don't know why!

Peter: Maybe it's the antidote.

Mike: But we made it to the letter!

Peter: Did we? Davy, you and Mike looked like you were in an awful hurry.

Davy: Well, we were.

Micky: *whines* I'll have to figure something out later. I just hope it can hold off until after the performance.

Peter: Maybe you won't grow anymore!

Micky: I hope so.

Stagehand: (Leans behind the curtains) Ok fellas, Beverly Sills is done now. You're on!

(Cut to in front of the curtain, where a balding, portly man now stands.)

Mel Tanovan: And our next artists are four young men, whom I'm sure many of your know from their annual spring and fall variety specials on NBC. Here they are, the Monkees!

(The Monkees launch into a simple video for "Listen To the Band" as the curtain rises. Mel Tanovan joins them again as the song ends.)

Mel Tanovan: Hey, that was really somethin'. You boys are pretty good.

Mike: Thanks, Mr. Tanovan.

Mel Tanovan: Why don't you introduce yourselves to the folks at home and tell them something about yourselves?

Mike: I'm Michael Nesmith. I'm from Texas, and I wrote that last song.

(Cut to Emma in the audience, with Katie on her lap. Katie claps for her papa. Emma just rolls her eyes.)

Davy: David Jones, originally from England. I wrote three songs just this morning.

Micky: *calls from back* No, he didn't!

(Mike and Peter try to hide their smiles.)

Davy: I tried to.

*Cut to Daphne helping Elizabeth clap for Daddy and Uncles.*

Micky: *waves* Micky Dolenz, from right here in California, drummer and architect extraordinaire!

Mike: And group wild man. :p

Micky: Thank you, thank you!

*Cut to Lauren in the audience, with all three kids. She shakes her head, grinning at their antics.*

Peter: Peter Tork, bassist and keyboardist. I write songs, too. I wrote two of the songs that are going to be in our new movie, and I'm working on more for our next album.

(Valerie smiles and settles back. Things are going so well! Jordan claps for his daddy.)

Mike: (Turns to Mel Tanovan) It ain't well known, Mr. Tanovan, but we don't just sing rock.

Mr. Tanovan: Men of many talents?

Mike: (Under his breath) Like you wouldn't believe, pal. (Out loud) Yeah, we can do a pretty mean old-time dance routine. ;)

Peter: It's a specialty of Davy's.

Davy: That's right.

Mike: (Davy and Micky trade their drumsticks and tambourine for canes; Peter gets his banjo, and Mike retains Black Beauty) We're gonna do one of my songs offa our last album, "The Birds, The Bees, and The Monkees." (Looks over his shoulder at a non-existent orchestra) Hit it, guys!

(We launch into "Magnolia Simms," as the guys dance in unison, Mike "playing" Black Beauty - they're actually miming to a recording.)

(Davy does a solo dance, thankfully covering the fact that Mick's grown another inch since their segment began.)

(The miming becomes obvious during the "skipping" part of the song. Mike runs backstage, waving Black Beauty. There's the sounds of crashing. Mike returns, brushing himself off, and finishes the song. All four guys get down on one knee for the finale.)

Mel Tanovan: (Rejoins the four boys) That was wonderful!

Mike: Thanks.

(Micky runs for the drums before anyone realizes he's growing again.)

*Once he's seated, he grins.*

Mike: (Sees Micky and turns to Mel) Ok, Mr. Tanovan, we're gonna do one last quick number for 'ya. It's our signature tune, the one that opens all our specials. (Nods at the guys) Hit it, boys!

(The guys launch into a pre-recorded "Hey Hey, We're the Monkees" and into another video. The video ends with Micky grabbing the back of his pants and darting behind the curtain.)

Mel Tanovan: (Frowns) What was wrong with him?

Mike: Musta been somethin' he ate.

Mel Tanovan: He always was the one with the big appetite on the show, wasn't he?

Davy: That's putting it mildly.

Mike: Yeah, well, thanks for havin' us, Mr. Tanovan.

Mel Tanovan: A pleasure, Mr. Nesmith. (Turns to the cameras) And that was the Monkees! Let's give them a big hand. (The remaining Monkees bow. The curtain closes, muffling his next words) Our next act is an excerpt from one of Broadway's biggest smashes...

Mike: Micky? (He puts Black Beauty aside and searches for his missing comrade) Mick?

Peter: Michael, he's not here! He's gone!

Mike: Dave, do you know where Micky went? We're gonna go back to the Montgomery House and that party Val’s holdin’ for us.

Davy: *shakes his head* No idea. I'm guessing 'e was growing again, the way 'e was 'olding onto 'is pants. 'E probably went back to 'is 'ouse to figure out an anti-antidote.

Mike: I guess we'd better go there, then. I'll call the girls before we leave and tell them we'll be a little late arriving at the party.

Peter: Right. I'm sure he'll be ok once we get there.

Mike: I hope so. I don't think they make clothes for guys who are close to seven feet.

(Shot of the MonkeeMobile on the road fades into another shot of them pulling in the driveway. The three remaining Monkees rush into the garage.)

*Micky sits hunched over the table, feverishly putting chemicals together.*

Mike: Mick? How ya doin', buddy?

Peter: Have you fixed the formula yet?

Micky: No, and I'm up to twelve feet already!

Davy: Please mate, don't stand up.

*Micky just groans.* :P

Mike: We don't need you pokin' a hole through the roof.

Peter: I guess you don't want to come to the party with us...

Mike: We could always put him in an ape suit and say he's King Kong.

Micky: Not funny, Michael!

Davy: Anything we can do to 'elp, mate?

Micky: Just stand back, please!

Mike: (Takes the shoulders of the other two and pulls them back) Not a problem, Mick.

(Mike, Peter, and Davy watch as Micky works feverishly to counteract the potion. Peter's eyes get wider when Micky's feet start to get closer to them.)

Peter: Mick, watch out! I think you're growing again!

Micky: No kidding! *mixing chemicals* C'mon, c'mon...

Mike: Are you almost ready, Mick?

Peter: Yeah, the girls will worry if we don't get to the party soon!

Micky: Almost...got it... *grows again*

Peter: Yikes! (They pull away) Micky, if you can, you might want to get out of the garage. You're going to go right through the roof! :o

Micky: Got it! *carefully holds the now-small beaker in his hand and goes out the door into the backyard where he sits cross-legged. Even sitting, he towers over the others*

Mike: You know, Mick, if you wanted to be taller than me, you just could have stood on a stepladder.

Micky: Very funny, Mike. You're a regular barrel of laughs!

Mike: Just lightenin' the mood, Mick.

*Micky drinks the formula this time.*

Peter: (Grins) Micky, you're shrinking!

Micky: Thank goodness!

Mike: Yeah, I can see over your head again.

*In a matter of moments, Micky's back to his normal height.*

Peter: Your aura looks perfectly normal now.

Micky: Finally. *flops over backwards, completely drained*

Peter: Mick...how are you feeling?

Davy: I like 'im this way. Even I'm tallah than 'im.

Micky: *groans* I'm worn out. My endless energy has ended, if briefly.

Peter: I know a way to get it jump-started. (Whispers into his ear) Millie made five different kinds of cheesecakes for the party.

Micky: *grins* Really? I'm moving... *gets up, slowly, but he gets up* Lead me to them!

(The other three lead Micky into the house to change his clothes. We fade out on them and back in on the ballroom of the Montgomery House. Valerie serves people from a table filled with goodies, including, yes, those five cheesecakes. The guys come in all together, Micky back in a normal tux.)

Valerie: (Takes a microphone) And here they are, folks, one of Headquarters Records first and top-selling acts, the Monkees!

(There's a round of applause for the boys as they make their way through the crowd to their families. The girls and kids all sit at one massive table in the front.)

Emma: Where were you guys?

Katie: Papa! (She jumps down from her chair and runs over to him) Hi, Papa!

Mike: (Catches her) Hi, cowgirl. How's dinner?

Katie: It's yummy, Papa!

Lauren: *leans closer to Micky* What happened, Mick?

Micky: I'll tell ya later, babe.

Jordan: Daddy! :)

Peter: (Sits next to his son) Hi, Jordan. How's the party?

Jordan: Good, Daddy!

*Davy give Daphne a kiss, then makes cutesie noises to Elizabeth.*

Valerie: We're here tonight to celebrate the Monkees' latest endeavor and the end of the filming of their movie, soon to be a major Columbia Pictures release!

(Lots of clapping and cheering.)

Valerie: The Monkees' records have sold in the millions, and they've lead the way for other great Headquarters artists, like the Four Martians and the Westminster Abbies!

Peter: (Leans over Micky as Valerie continues) Hey Mick, how are you feeling?

Micky: Better. A little weird from shrinking so fast, but I'm okay.

Peter: Micky, if it's any consolation, the show went great! We didn't even need any special effects!

Micky: If I'd known that, I wouldn't have gotten into the mess I did.

Peter: Maybe you should stick to working on inventions that DON'T involve chemicals for a while, Mick. I'm not saying it's a bad thing, but you're already pretty tall.

Micky: I'm gonna take that to heart, Pete.

Peter: Besides, we like you as just plain Micky.

Micky: Thanks, Pete, I appreciate that.

Peter: You're welcome, Micky. (Grins as music begins; Valerie returns to the table)

Valerie: (Takes Peter's arm) Would you like to dance, honey?

Peter: Sure! (He goes out on the small dance floor set up to one side)

Katie: (Looks at Jordan) Wanna dance? :)

Jordan: (Blushes) Uh, ok. :">

*The twins are on the dance floor, doing the Twist.*

*Davy wraps an arm around Daphne as she leans into him.*

Emma: (Grabs Mike's elbow) Come on, Baby. It won't kill you!

Mike: Aw, but Eeeeemmmm... (she finally drags him out to the dance floor)

Micky: *chuckles* It's nice to see some things never change.

Lauren: *leans into Micky* Ain't that the truth.

Mike: (As he and Emma dance past Micky) Ok, Mick, ya promise not to mess around with the chemistry set anymore?

Micky: Promise. Scouts' honor.

Mike: Lauren, make sure he ain't crossin' his fingers.

*Lauren leans over to check, but Micky holds up both hands and sticks his tongue out.*

Emma: (Laughs) Leave him alone, Baby. He's gone through enough in these last few stories. (She dances him away)

Micky: Whether he really believes it or not, I've learned my lesson.

Lauren: That's good, Mick. *pauses* You know, though, Mick, I'm gonna do something to help you feel better when we get home, after dropping the kids at your mom's house.

Micky: I'm gonna have to hold you to that, babe. ;)

*Leah smiles and claps as her parents beam at her.*

*We fade out on an overhead shot of the party, happy faces all around.*