Micky (Finishing off his sandwich): That was actually *good* for once Pete.
Davy: Yeah; best peanut butter sandwich I have eva tasted.
Mike: Yeah, not bad if I *do* say so myself.
Peter (Dimply smile going to confused): I didn't make Peanut butter sandwiches. (The Monkees looked at him) Gotcha! I knew it was the only food I could make that I couldn't screw up. Glad you liked them.
(Mike pulls into the mansion's driveway and the guys are amazed...)
Davy (Eyes wide): Wow if this aint the life?
Micky: Yeah, what I wouldn't give to have a personal chef, a housekeeper and a man dressed like a penguin answering the door. (They get out of the car and walk up to the door a little nervous) You sure this is the right place Mike?
Mike (Reading the address): Yup. (The butler answers the door)
Butler: Can I help you?
Mike: Hi we're the Monkees and we're here to see Senator Price. He's expecting us.
Butler: Do come in! He is with his daughter and granddaughter at the moment. I will summons him. (The Monkees step inside the mansion and look at the inside with amazement)
Davy: Oh wow!
Micky: You can say *that* again!
Davy: Oh wow!
Micky: I was joking!
Senator Price: Hello! You must be the Yard Apes.
Mike: Uh, that's The Monkees sir.
Senator Price: Yes of course; the Monkees. Well do come in. We have so much to go over. (They follow him to a dining room where Davy's eyes lay upon Beth)
Davy: Beth..? (Beth looks up at Davy in surprise)
Beth (Smiling): Davy! (She gets up from her seat and runs to him. They go into a small kiss) I haven't stopped thinking about you since I left.
Mike: Wait a minute! Davy, you know her?
Davy: Yeah; we met on the beach earlier. Beth, these are me band mates. This Mike Nesmith, Micky Dolenz and Davy Jones...(Davy get embarrassed) I mean Peter Tork.
Senator: Do come in! Have you boys eaten?
Micky: If you call peanut butter sandwiches eating I guess so.
Senator: Sandwiches? No that will *not* due. (To his butler) Food for these fine young men please. (The butler nods and disappears) I'd like for you guys to meet my daughter, Delaney, and my granddaughter Elizabeth.
Beth: Grandpa, it's Beth.
Senator: It is 'Elizabeth' just like your grandmother's name was and I will hear no more of it!
Beth (Looking at her mother): Yes sir.
Davy: You look beautiful Beth.
Senator: Elizabeth!
Davy (Embarrassed): I mean, Elizabeth.
Beth: Thank you. Motha, may I be excused to go for a walk?
Delaney: Yes I suppose so. But don't dally too long because we have to get you into school in the morning.
Beth: Yes ma'am. (Beth leaves the room. While everyone else was waiting on their food, Davy comes up with a plan to get away and see Beth)
Davy: Um, may I use your restroom?
Senator: Yes of course! It's down that cooridor to the left. You can't miss it.
Micky: Wanna bet? (The Monkees laugh)
(Davy makes sure nobody sees him and he goes out back to find Beth. He finds her sitting near the beautiful fountain in the back yard...)
Davy (Smarting off): Excuse me but is this fountain taken? (Beth laughs as she wipes away more tears. Davy sits beside her and makes her look at him) Hey, why did you not tell me you were the Senator's granddaughter?
Beth: Because I *hate* being his granddaughter. We always have to act so 'proper' around here and I hate it. He won't let me be a normal teenager. He thinks that it's the only way to keep me from going wild.
Davy: If you don't mind me asking, what happened between your mum and dad?
Beth: Well, they seemed to get a long great while I was growing up but I didn't know it was an act. I guess my father got tired of my grandfather ordering us around and telling us what to do just because of the money so my dad told my mother it was over. Just like that, he went and got divorce papers and made mom sign them. And somehow I just can't help but wonder if this was my fault.
Davy: No, Beth. Don't talk like that. It's never a child's fault that parents get divorced. Adults often use the children as a weapon only because they are covering up their real feelings. Sad I know but it is true. You are not the reason they divorced.
Beth: That's not how they were fighting last week. I sat in the stairway listening to them and every thing they were saying was brought back to me.
Davy: But I told you, it's just to cover up their real feelings.
Beth: The thing of it is, I *know* my folks love each other. If they could just see it, they would get back together and...
Davy: No, love. It may seem that way to you because you are their child but when two people are not getting along and are not happy in the marriage, it is best they stay apart. If you try to put them back together, you will just be even more miserable than you are now about it. Maybe you could get them to communicate and be friends, but I would not push to get them together again. If they want each other, let them find each other on their own; know what I mean?
Beth: Not really but I think I know what you are getting at.
Davy: Your grandfather seems to be a tough man.
Beth: He is. You should *hear* his rules. I am not allowed to go anywhere or do anything without his permission and he already has a schedule made out for me. I have to take ballet and tap dance lessons; I have to learn how to play some kind of musical instrument and the list just goes on.
Davy: Oh dear. Wish I could help you.
Beth: Maybe you can. Maybe you could get my grandfather to see that I am a human being; not a machine that you can order around.
Davy: No, love. I do not want to get involved with a Senator.
Beth: Would you do it for me?
Davy (Sighing): Look, all I can do is talk to him. But it is not a guarantee he will listen to what I am saying.
Beth (Smiling): You are something else you know that Davy Jones? (Davy just laughs. The two of them kid around some more and end up in a kiss; with the other three Monkees watching out the window)
Micky: Think it's love?
Mike: Yeah; for the first time today anyway.
Peter: Awe, they are a cute couple.
Senator: What (The Monkee jumped) are you three looking at?
Mike (Turning around): Ah, nothing sir. Just admiring your beautiful granddaugh...I mean I *love* your flowers. What kind are they? (Micky shakes his head because he knows that Mike just blew the cover for Davy. The senator gets a good look out the window and sees Beth and Davy in a kiss)
Senator (Raising his voice harshly): Elizabeth Marie, get in here at once!
Beth: But grandfather, I...
Senator: At once! (Beth stands up and so does Davy. She, slowly, walks toward the house) Get to your room this instant young lady!
Beth (Looking at Davy): Yes sir. (Beth walks to the back stairway and gets mad. She runs the rest of the way up the stairs to her bedroom)
Senator (Being firm to Davy): If I ever catch you with my granddaughter again, you will not only be out of a job, you'll never be heard of again! (The Senator walks away; to his housekeeper) Take them to their rooms please and make sure that one (Points to Davy) has a room as far away from Elizabeth as possible. (The housekeeper nods as the Senator walks away)
Micky (Sarcastically and upset voice): Way to go loverboy!
Mike (Just as upset): You cost us this job over that girl and I will never speak to you again!
Peter: Yeah! And if you don't talk to that girl again, I'll do it for you. (Mike hit Peter in the arm for that comment)
Davy: Guys you don't understand! Beth needs our help. Her parents just got a divorce and so her mum is forcing them to live here and she wishes for us to get her grandfather to realize she is a human being; not a machine.
Micky: 'Us..?' What is with this 'us' stuff Davy? I don't like being volunteered to do things without being asked first.
Davy: Mick, I can't do this on me own! I need all of your guys' help. (They just look at Davy) Please do this for me? I'll pay you all for it later.
Mike: How you gonna pay us if we don't keep this job?
Davy: C'mon please do this for me?
Mike: Oh...all right.
Peter: No, we're left and he's right and...
Mike: Give it up Peter!
Peter: Give what up?
Mike: Never mind! (Mike looks at Micky. Micky crossed his arms and had no plans of going along) Mick..?
Micky: No way! Nut-uh! There aint *no way* you will get me to help you out!
Davy: If you do this, I'll never call you 'curly-que' again.
Micky (Sighing in defeat): Somehow I think I'm gonna regret doing this. All right; I'll help.
Davy: Thanks curly-que! (Micky glared at him) Sorry I had to get one more in 'fore I couldn't use it anymore.
Mike: I have an idea. Don't know if it will work but...(Mike whispered his plan to the others)