(We open with the ship docking by a harbor. People in summer clothes spill onto the gangplank and then onto the dock. Chuck comes down first, followed by Butch.)

Butch: (He wears a t-shirt, a light Hawaiian shirt over that, shorts, and sandals) Boy, is this nice! It even smells good here.

Chuck: *Wears khaki shorts with a short-sleeved t-shirt and sneakers* It sure does!

*Danny follows them, also wearing shorts, a Hawaiian shirt, sunglasses...and some rather odd-looking and very open shoes.*

Butch: You look...interesting, Dan.

Danny: *Grins* Thanks.

Chuck: Okay, fellas, we only have so much time on the island, so we need to find out as much as we can about the lots.

Butch: (Nods) I'll bet these people don't know anything about this resort.

Butch: Has anyone heard where on the island the lots are?

Chuck: *Shakes his head* Haven't heard, no.

Butch: We could go into the village and ask someone if anyone's heard about a lot of land being bought by someone lately.

Chuck: The locals are the ones who should know.

Butch: And they have the most to lose if this resort goes through.

Chuck: Exactly.

Butch: (Grins) And we need to shop for souvenirs! We promised the guys we'd bring them stuff home.

Chuck: Or they won't let us back in the apartment.

Butch: Why don't we follow everyone else into town? I think the ship's bus is right near the dock.

Chuck: We'll be more inconspicuous that way.

Butch: (Nods) Yeah. Don't forget, Sheila still knows that we know. They couldn't do too much else to us on the ship without being obvious, but now that we're off the ship, we're sitting ducks.

Chuck: No kidding.

(Indeed, two figures stand near the boys. One is reading a newspaper, but it's obviously upside-down. The other just leans against a tree, trying to look casual.)

Danny: So let’s move and not be such an easy target.

Butch: Yeah! Besides, I want to go to the beach! (As they follow the others to the bus) The guys will be sooo jealous of our tans!

Danny: What tan? I'll be lucky if I don't look like a lobster when I get back!

Chuck: If you do, we won't pick on you. Much.

Danny: Thanks, Chuck.

Chuck: Anytime.

Butch: Don't feel bad. Whitey doesn't tan, either. He just gets red.

Chuck: Very red.

(They hop on the bus, laughing. What they don't see is the two men heading for a car to follow them...)

(Cut to a bit later. The boys lay on a large, faded old calico blanket on a white, sparkling beach. Butch and Chuck no longer wear their shirts. Butch wears sunglasses and is sprawled on the blanket.)

Butch: Ain't this livin'?

Chuck: It sure is.

Butch: (Turns on his side to talk to Chuck) I can't believe Sheila would bulldoze this whole beautiful beach and the jungles around here and build some hotel! I feel like I'm really on a deserted island.

Chuck: But that's Sheila. As long as she can lounge on a patio, she doesn't care.

Butch: I don't know why she thinks she's so special. She's really kind of boring.

Chuck: She's so business-oriented. I bet she wouldn't know fun if it bit her on the butt.

Butch: My girl Jane's pretty good with business, but at least she knows how to have fun...and she'd never want to destroy such a nice beach! By the way, where's Dan? Still in the water?

Chuck: As far as I know.

*We hear a scream and see Danny running towards them.*

Chuck: *Groans* Now what?

Butch: Did you wind up eating sand when you tried body surfing again?

Danny: *Shakes his head* No! Seaweed! *exaggeratedly shakes his whole body*

*Chuck slaps his forehead.*

Butch: You haven't been to Coney Island in a while, have you?

Danny: *Shakes his head as he grabs a towel* No. *dries himself with the towel*

Butch: Now that you're out, why don't we explore the property a bit? (Nods behind him) Those caves back there look like they could be interesting.

Chuck: Yeah, that's a great idea.

Danny: Caves? That sounds kinda dangerous.

Chuck: Nah, it's exciting!

Butch: Yeah! We've never explored a cave before! (Thinks) Except that one time we found those caves and the passageway in that house your brother (snorts) "inherited."

Chuck: Let’s go.

(Cut to the mouth of the cave. Chuck and Butch now wear their shirts again. All three hold flashlights. They peer into the mouth of the dark cave.)

Butch: Good thing we went back to that little drug store and bought flashlights. We're gonna need them in here.

Chuck: This is really neat.

Danny: *Looks around warily* Yeah. Wonderful.

Butch: (As they enter) This is better than a Hardy Boys book! The other guys would be so jealous if they knew the "kids" were doin' something like this on their own!

Chuck: *Calls out* Hello! *listens and grins as he hears the echo* I love this!

Danny: *Whines* I hate this!

Butch: (He calls out) HELLOOO IN THERE! (We get another echo.) This is fun!

Danny: *Calls out* Goodbye! *his echo calls back with "Good riddance!"* Did you hear that!?

Butch: (He and Chuck have already plowed ahead) Hear what?

Danny: Wait for me! *runs to catch up with them*

Butch: (He shines his light around the room, which sparkles dimly in the flashlight's beam) Wow. It's like finding a whole other world. (Danny runs into him.) Oomph! (Turns around) Dan, where the heck did you go?

Danny: Me? You guys left me behind!

Chuck: You weren't keeping up with us.

Butch: We'd better stay together around here. We don't know where we're going.

Chuck: And getting lost would be all too easy.

Butch: Hey Chuck, if we keep going, do you think we'll reach China? (Grins) Maybe we'll meet Luke Ling's ancestors!

Chuck: We might make it to China.

Butch: (Looks up) Hey, what's that sound?

Chuck: *Listens* I'm not sure. Let’s go find out.

(The three emerge from the cave to find a huge room with a glistening, roaring waterfall splashing into a calm, navy blue pool.)

Butch: Wow! It's our own swimming pool!

Chuck: This is beautiful!

Danny: Gosh!

Chuck: I feel like a dip. How about you guys?

Danny: Sure!

Butch: You bet! (He's already peeling his shirt off)

(Butch wades in first. He turns around and grins.)

Butch: It's not real deep here, but it sure feels nice! (He keeps wading)

Butch: Come on in, guys. The water feels great! (He ducks under; emerges wet and grinning) This feels so nice!

*Chuck follows, ducking under right away. He emerges and treads water.*

Danny: There's no seaweed in there, right?

Butch: (Shakes his head) I don't feel any. I'll bet seaweed can't grow in here.

Chuck: Come on in, Dan!

Danny: Okay, I'm coming! *sheds his shirt and goes in*

Butch: (Sighs) It's hard to believe that this may be gone soon. I wonder if anyone else knows about this? Maybe natives go swimming here all the time!

Chuck: *Floating on his back* If they do, I hope they don't mind us borrowing it.

Butch: (He looks up) Hey, I think I see another tunnel on the other end of the pool!

Chuck: Let’s check it out!

*Danny suddenly yelps and paddles towards dry land. He gets out of the water...and we see a crab hanging from the seat of his shorts.*

Danny: GET IT OFF! GET IT OFF!

Chuck: Butch, I know you're working with him...but he's worse than Sach.

Butch: No kidding. (He manages to pull the crab off and let him drop into the water) You ok, Danny? Any permanent damage?

Danny: *Rubs the spot where the crab was* I don't think so, but it might be a while before I sit down.

Chuck: Why don't we keep going in the cave, okay?

Butch: (Nods) Yeah. My fingers are starting to get pruney.

(Cut to another part of the cave. The guys are still moving along...but now the caves are beginning to get a little narrower. There's grooves carved into the caves, like they're seats or couches.)

Chuck: This is amazing. Such detail!

Butch: Look at these paintings! (Nods) And these notches that jut out could be chairs! (He sits on one.) Not the most comfortable, but maybe they had pillows or something.

Chuck: They might have.

Danny: *Goes to an opening and gasps loudly* Fellas!

Butch: What is it?

Danny: *Points as he turns toward them* All sorts of stuff! Antiques! Look!

Chuck: You're kidding!

Danny: Look for yourself!

Chuck: *Joins Danny; his eyes widen* Wow! Butch, you've gotta see this!

(Butch joins them. When he shines his light, he reveals many things propped against the wall - armor, weapons, chests of jewels, and many pots, some broken. Some of the chests look like they may have been broken into as well, but others further back are intact.)

Butch: Wow! This is amazing! It's like a museum right here in the cave!

Chuck: Maybe we could bring a few things back with us to prove what's here.

Sheila: Or maybe we could bring a few things with us.

(Butch, Chuck, and Danny turn around quickly...to reveal Sheila, Zelda, Captain Fielder, and several of the goons standing behind them.)

*Danny gasps loudly.*

Chuck: *His eyes narrow* Who invited you?

Sheila: This is my property. I invited myself. (She looks around, smirking) Thank you for finding all of these wonderful things for me, boys. I know some collectors who would love these.

Butch: They belong to the people of this island, Sheila!

Sheila: But they're on MY property. Ergo, they belong to me.

Danny: But...but...that isn't right!

Sheila: It is to me. They're MINE. (Nods at Zelda) See anything you'd like?

Zelda: I sure do.

Chuck: Routine three!

Butch: Gotcha... (grins at Chuck) ...Chief. (He ducks under one of the men and makes for a sword.)

Sheila: What are they doing? Stop them!

*Chuck dodges another man and also grabs a sword. Danny grabs a staff propped up nearby.*

Sheila: We can play that game! (She grabs a sword) I happen to be an excellent fencer, boy. (Points her sword at Chuck) You haven't a chance.

Chuck: We'll see about that, Sheila.

Sheila: (Puts out her sword) Enguarde, boy!

(Butch "duels" with the Captain...sort of. Actually, he mostly just waves his sword at the Captain.)

Chuck: You're not gonna get away with this, Sheila.

Sheila: Oh, but I will. Legally, this is MY property. (Slashes at him.) Come to think of it, you're trespassing.

Chuck: It belongs to the locals.

Sheila: But I bought it. (Slashes harder) From a very old man who no longer had any use for this property. His children all wanted to find more excitement on the mainland, so he sold it to me for quite a reasonable price.

(One of the goons barks at Danny and reaches for him.)

*Danny winces and holds out his staff to keep the goon away.*

Butch: (He finally manages to kick the Captain in the rear and get him down) Come on, Chuck! Let's get outta here! (He dives for the nearest cave.)

Chuck: I'm comin'! Danny, come on!

Danny: *Loses his staff and yelps* I'm already gone! *runs for the same cave Butch dove for*

Chuck: *Swipes close to Sheila* Sorry to duel and run!

Sheila: You little... (She lunges for him, but he's already gone. She oversteps and ends up on the ground.)

Captain Fielder: Zelda, take our boys and follow them. We'll meet you back outside.

Zelda: *To the men* Come on. *leads them into the cave*

(Cut to what appears to be the outside of the cave, near the side of a road. Butch emerges first, still carrying his sword.)

Butch: (Grins) We found it, guys! We're out!

Danny: *Comes out next; he's wearing a couple of necklaces* We're out! Oh thank goodness! *gets on his hands and knees and kisses the ground*

Chuck: *Comes out last, still with his sword* We’d better keep moving. I'm pretty sure we're still being followed. *pulls Danny up without comment*

Butch: (He looks around...but all that's visible are some houses and a few trees) Great. We landed in the middle of nowhere!

Butch: (Jumps in front of the first car they see) Hey! Stop! We need a lift!

Danny: We're gonna hitchhike?!

Chuck: We need to get outta here somehow, Dan.

Butch: (As the car pulls over) Yeah! Who knows when a bus will come through, and walking might take all day!

(A red sports car pulls over. Three teenagers, two girls and a boy, sit in the front.)

Boy: Yeah?

Chuck: We need a lift back to town.

Boy: Sure. Hop in! We're on our way there now for lunch.

Chuck: *Gets in after Butch* Come on, Danny.

Danny: Do I have to?

Chuck: Yes.

Butch: (As he climbs in) Hey, this is a nice ride.

Boy: It does all right. Where were you guys, anyway? The beach?

Chuck: Yeah, we were, then we sorta went exploring a little and wound up farther away from the beach than we realized.

Boy: Yeah, you can do that around here. You never know where some of these caves will take you. (Looks over his shoulder and grins) Hey, how would you boys like to see what this baby can REALLY do?

*Danny shakes his head.*

Chuck: *Shrugs* Sure.

Butch: I'd love to see what it can do!

Boy: Ok, fellas, hold onto your potatoes! (The moment he steps on the gas, the car takes off in one long red blur!)

*Danny screams, ducking down in the seat as low as he can get.*

(Cut to the downtown area. It looks like any resort town...albeit one with a lot of Spanish-tiled, thatched, and tin roofs mixed in with the more "modern" buildings. Many people who are milling around on the street stop just in time to see a red blur pull over right at the curb. Butch stumbles out first.)

Butch: Wow. That was...that was intense, man.

Chuck: *Stumbles out next* That was better than anything at Coney Island!

*Danny crawls out on his hands and knees, moaning.*

Boy: Is the red-headed dude ok? He doesn't look too good.

Chuck: *Sighs* He's got a nervous stomach.

Boy: Oh. There's a drugstore on the corner if he needs some Alka-Seltzer or somethin'.

Chuck: Thanks. *takes Danny's arm* Up we go, Dan. Come on. Butch, gimme a hand.

Boy: Anytime. (They take off in a blur again.)

Butch: Sure. (He and Chuck help Danny to his feet.) Are you up for finding whoever is in charge here?

Danny: *Moans* I probably don't have much choice.

Chuck: Not particularly.

Butch: We need to find whomever is in charge here. The mayor, or something. They'll call the head of the island or the guy in charge of making sure the beaches stay nice. (He stops a man) Excuse me, sir, but where's your courthouse, or wherever your mayor has his offices?

Man: (Points to a large, elaborate building that looks like a Victorian building crossed with one of the Spanish-style houses) Right over there, Senior. Mayor Ramerez can usually be found over there when he's on the island.

Butch: Thanks. (Nods at the other two) Come on. I sure hope he's here!

(Cut to what looks like an airy office filled with Spanish-style antique building. The Mayor, a large, dark-haired man in a light suit, is on the phone.)

Mayor Ramerez: Yes, Miss Saunders. I will, Miss Saunders. Don't worry. They won't go anywhere while we await Govenor Hamas' arrival. (He puts the phone down and looks at the boys) Yes, gentlemen? How can I help you?

Butch: Mr. Mayor, you don't know us, but we found a bunch of jewels and weapons in a cave, and you have to stop Sheila from destroying it!

Mayor Ramerez: Whoa! Slow down there, boy. I didn't understand a word of that, and I speak fluent English.

Chuck: There's a cave with a bunch of antiquities where Sheila wants to build her hotel & you must stop her.

*Danny has meanwhile taken up residence in a chair at the back wall with his head between his knees.*

(Butch frowns and pats Danny's back.)

Mayor Ramerez: Sheila? What "Sheila?" And how did you find these antiquities and this cave?

Chuck: *Sighs* Miss Saunders, whom you were just speaking with. And we went searching in the cave and we stumbled upon the antiques.

Mayor Ramerez: (Smirks) Ahh, my good friend Miss Saunders.

Butch: (Gulps) "Good friend?"

Chuck: Crap.

Mayor Ramerez: I know her well. I was the one who helped finalize that land sale. That hotel will triple the amount of rooms avaliable in this town and make hundreds of jobs avaliable! (Makes a face) Maybe some of the younger people will even be willing to stay here, instead of moving to the mainland as soon as they can.

Chuck: In other words, you'll continue to back her and not help us save the cave.

Mayor Ramerez: What's a bunch of caves compared with thousands of jobs for my town, not to mention prestige and luxuries we've never had before?

Chuck: History!

Sheila: (She, Zelda, and Captain Fielder enter with another dark-haired, dark skinned man, this one a bit older; his hair has a lot of silver at the temples) Here you go, Govenor Hamas.

Govenor Hamas: Stow it, Saunders. I know you only followed me here so I could finalize that land sale you're so keen on. (Turns to the boys with a smile) Well now, Ramerez, who are these young men?

Sheila: They're the ones I told you about who were trespassing on my property!

Govenor Hamas: (Ignores her) Did I hear something about "history," young man?

Chuck: We found antiquities in one of the caves, Sir.

Govenor Hamas: (Nods at Chuck's sword) And I'm assuming those oversized knives you're carrying around are proof of your find.

Butch: We sure didn't find these in any of the gift shops!

Govenor Hamas: (Puts his hand out to Chuck) May I see that, young man?

Chuck: Certainly, Sir. *hands over the sword* Danny has some necklaces as well. The cave is full of assorted antiques, including pottery and armor.

Govenor Hamas: (He turns the sword over in his hands) Look at the detail on this sword! It must date from at least when the Spanish took over this island in the 1400s. (Smiles) And that pottery and jewelry may be an even more important find. I wouldn't be surprised if it was some of the last remaining pieces of our ancestors, the original inhabitants of this island. Now we have proof that they used those caves as their burial chambers...and probably hid there later when the Spaniards arrived.

Butch: The caves themselves are really beautiful! There's a pool that's as nice as anything on our cruise ship, and a lot of carved furniture and drawings, probably left by those natives you mentioned.

Sheila: But what about my hotel?

Govenor Hamas: (Sighs) I did agree to sell you that land. (He turns to her, smirking a little) But not all of it. You can build your hotel...but not that overgrown behemoth you were telling me about. This isn't Jamaica, Miss Saunders, nor is it the Riviera. I don't think this island is ready for a resort that size yet. (Turns to Ramerez) However, he's right about the local employment situation. (Grins at the boys) And we will need guides and more rooms when we prepare and announce our newest attraction!

Butch: You mean...

Govenor Hamas: Boys, the caves alone may be worth more than all the golden swords in the world. Do you know how many people would want to visit those caves? Caves in Mexico and the western United States alone bring in thousands of tourists a year! (He rubs the sword) Not to mention, we'll have lots of people - tourists and locals alike - who would enjoy seeing the newest additions to our museum.

Sheila: What about my hotel?

Govenor Hamas: You'll have your hotel. However, it'll just be a hotel. No spa. No "resort." We want families and history-lovers. If we want to expand later, that'll be grand...but it won't be over those caves. They're treasures. (Smirks) You know, Miss Saunders, how DID you get Old Man Gonzoles to sell that land? His family has owned it for centuries.

Sheila: That's a private matter.

Govenor Hamas: Not to the Govenor of this island, it isn't.

Captain Fielder: (He turns to Sheila) I told you this wouldn't work! You just HAD to bilk that old geezer! You wanted me to have him sign all those phony documents...

Sheila: Hush! (She kicks his shin; he hops up and down)

Govenor Hamas: (Narrows his eyes) Sounds like both of you are going to have a nice, long talk with the Sheriff. (Turns to Ramerez) You too, Mayor. I've suspected you of being corrupt for years. (Turns to the boys) How can I ever thank you for this discovery?

Butch: Hey Chuck, how'd you like to interview a Govenor?

Chuck: *Grins* If the Governor's okay with it.

Govenor Hamas: Not only that, but I'll give you the inside scoop on our plans for this monumental find. (He goes over to Danny) Are you ok, son? You look terrible.

Danny: *Whiney* I've been better.

Govenor Hamas: (Sighs) Don't tell me. You rode in a red car with a young man and two young ladies.

Danny: Uh huh... *moans*

Govenor Hamas: That was my son Ramon, my daughter Gianna, and likely her best friend Marti. They own the only sports car on the island. I really need to talk to that boy about his driving, never mind picking up people on the side of the road. (Grins) That's what I usually look like after riding with them. (Hands Danny his hat) Here. You'll need this. I've used it before.

*Danny gives a slight nod, before moaning again.*

Govenor Hamas: You know, you boys must need to get back to your ship by now. I think I'll take you back first-class. How does a ride in a limo sound? Only limo on the island!

Chuck: That sounds wonderful, Sir!

Butch: Wow!

*Danny just whimpers.*

Govenor Hamas: How about we see if we have the time to stop and get something for your stomach on the way, son?

Danny: Please!?

Sheila: What about me?

Govenor Hamas: You'll be staying on the island and under investigation. We still need to discuss this hotel.

Sheila: What!? This is our vacation!

Govenor Hamas: Well, now you're mixing business with pleasure. (Turns to Chuck and the others) Shall we go, boys? (Helps Danny to his feet)

Danny: Oooh, not so fast...

Chuck: *Sighs as he moves to the other side of Danny* Here we go, Dan.

Butch: (He's behind them) Let's go.

(Cut to the cruise ship. It's now dark again, and the ship is out to sea. Danny and Butch perform "Anywhere I Wander" to the lounge crowd. Chuck sips drinks at the bar.)

Butch: (As the song winds down and we hear lots of applause) Wow, I think we're a hit!

Danny: *Grins* I think so, too!

Butch: Why don't we tell these folks we're gonna take a break, then get a drink and talk to Chuck about our return voyage?

Danny: *Nods, then goes to the mic again* Well, folks, we're gonna take five...or maybe ten, but we'll be back shortly!

Butch: (As they join Chuck at the bar) Hey. Did you finish typing that interview with the Govenor and the story about the caves?

Chuck: I sure did. *grins* I can't wait to hand in this story.

Danny: I'm just glad I'm not stuck below deck.

Butch: You do seem to be feeling a lot better. I guess that Alka Seltzer we picked up worked.

Danny: Well, the ten minutes I spent in the bathroom helped, too.

Chuck: I think you could have left that unsaid, Dan.

*Danny shrugs and looks around the room...then pauses, seemingly staring at something.*

Butch: What is it, Dan?

Chuck: You look like you've seen a ghost.

Danny: It's Zelda.

Butch: Do you think anyone would notice if we just kinda knocked her overboard?

Danny: *Frowns* I don't think that's necessary.

Chuck: *Raises an eyebrow* I think it is.

Danny: I'm gonna go talk to her. *heads over before Butch and Chuck can say otherwise*

Zelda: (As he joins her) Hiya, handsome. Want a drink? I'm buying.

Danny: No, thanks. Mind if I sit?

Zelda: Not at all. (Pats her lap)

Danny: I meant in a chair.

Zelda: If you must. (She indicates the chair next to her.)

Danny: *Takes the chair next to her* Uhh...how do ya like the show?

Zelda: It's wonderful. You're both marvelous performers.

Danny: Thanks. Uhh... *sighs* really?

Zelda: Really. You're very talented. (She cuddles up a bit closer to him) I'm so lonely with Sheila gone.

Danny: *Swallows hard* I'm lonely, too.

Zelda: Maybe we can be lonely together.

Chuck: *As he and Butch reach the table* We weren't invited to the party?

Danny: *Mutters* No, you weren't.

Butch: Of course we are!

Zelda: (Sighs) It's too crowded here for me now. I'll come back later, when there's more room. (She gives Danny a kiss on the cheek and whispers) You both are really talented. Especially you. (She heads off with a spring in her step.)

Butch: What was that all about? You know she's trouble!

Danny: *Quietly* I know.

Chuck: We're trying to help you NOT learn that the hard way. I just don't understand why you won't listen. Just because she can say the things you want to hear... *sighs* We don't want you to get hurt.

Butch: (Nods) We understand that you're lonely, but she isn't the answer.

Chuck: *Looks around the room; voices are picking up* And I think your audience is getting anxious. We're not done about this, though. We're gonna protect you from her whether you like it or not.

Danny: *Stands and shrugs* Go ahead, but you can't watch me all the time. *heads back for the stage area*

Chuck: *Makes a face* That guy's got a little devil in him...and I hate it.

Butch: I'm worried. He's a good singer, and I really like him and don't want him to get hurt, but he seems to be determined to fall for Zelda.

Chuck: *Watches as Danny reaches the stage and pretends to trip as he steps onto it* I'm worried, too. *pauses* I think it's show time again. Even if we can't talk him into it later, you and I will talk about it. We have to figure something out.

Butch: Might be better off waiting until we get back to New York, though. Zelda can't do anything in such close quarters without people noticing. And now she doesn't have Sheila to back her up, either.

Chuck: I'm just afraid she might still try.

Butch: I have to get to my act. We'll see what happens. (He hurries back to the piano as we fade out on the worried Chuck.)