The Monkees Part 1

Chapter 8

Meanwhile, somewhere in Malibu

Man #1: "Why did you go over there? I told you not to go inside. Now, you made them suspicious."

Man #2: "I'm sorry sir." He bowed his head in shame.

Man #1: "We won't be able to strike back yet now that they are on alert. Maybe..........." He stopped talking and began thinking.

Man #2: "Maybe what?"

Man #1: "We take one at a time. Leaving Mr. Nesmith as the last man standing. Leaving him paranoid and terrified for his friends."

Man #2: "Sounds like a good idea but how will you do this?"

Man #1: "Well, we take them when they're alone. Starting off with the little one, then the one with the dirty blonde hair, and then Mr. Neamith's roommate. And last but not least, our target. Mr. Nesmith himself."

Man#2: "So, when do you want to do this."

Man #1: "Pretty soon. But wait a couple days."

Back at the pad

Micky had roped something together and he lassoed it above the door. Peter and Davy were off doing something else to help. Mike ran downstairs and accidentally activated Micky's trap and he got tangled in a net and held up. Micky thought someone from the outside did it.

"HEY DAVY, MIKE, PETE, I GOT SOMEONE." Micky shouted. Davy and Peter went out of their room and both Pete and Davy just looked at Mike, who looked back at them with a 'get me outta here' look.

Davy and Peter both began to chuckle and Davy said to Micky: "Oh you sure did catch someone Micky. Just not the right person."

Micky turned around and saw Mike.

"Oops. Sorry Mike." By now Davy and Peter were dying of laughter.

"Get me down from here Mick before I kill you."

"Yes sir." Micky grabbed the top of the net and cut it. Mike slammed onto the floor with a hard hit.

"You okay Mike?"

Mikcy untangled him and he stepped out.

"I'm fine. But your trap did work. Except, I was coming downstairs when it was activated. So it needs an adjustment."

"Will do."

Micky fixed the net again.

4 days later

Nothing happened.

Everyone was beginning to think that they weren't coming back. Mike finally broke the silence. "Okay. Let's put all this stuff up."

"But Mike.........." Peter began but Mike interrupted. "No buts. We don't need it. If they come for us, we can fight. We've gotten out of these kinds of situation before."

"Oaky. You heard the man. Let's clean up this place." Micky stated grabbing his net but not before he accidentally activated it and got himself caught.

"Hey guys. Can you please give me a hand?"

Mike, looked at Davy and Peter and nodded. Then they all began to clap. "Hey is serious. Get me outta here."

"Alright. Alright. Someone cut him down." Mike said walking away laughing.

"Petah it's up to you. I'm too short."

Peter grabbed some scissors and cut him down and Micky plopped on the floor hard. There was a small moan of agonycome from him before he stood up.

"Thanks Pete. My buddy. My friend." He said looking at Mike as Mike was still doing a bad job of holding back a laugh.

The pad was finally cleaned up and everything where they go.

Mike picked up his guitar and said: "Hey guys we haven't played in a while. We have been so worried about what's going to happen. Let's play some music."

Micky walked over to his drum set and sat down. "So what number do you wanna do Mike?"

"How about Daily Nightly?"

"Sure. We will sing s psychedelic song."

Everyone began to play their instruments and Micky finally started singing.

Darkened rolling figures moved through prisms of no color
Hand in hand they walk the night but never know each other.
Passion pastel Neon Lights light up the jeweled trav'ler. Who lost in scenes of smoke-filled dreams find questions but no answers.
Startled eyes that sometimes see Phantasmagoric splendor. Pirouette down palsied paths with pennies for the vendor.
Salvation's yours for just the time
It takes to pay the dancer
And once again, such anxious men
Find questions, but no answers

The night has gone
And taken its infractions
While reddened eyes
Hope there will be a next one

Sahara signs look down upon
A world that glitters glibly
And mountainsides put arms around
The unsuspecting city

Second hands that minds have slowed
Are moving even faster
Toward bringing down someone who's found
The questions, but no answers.

"Sounded good Micky." Peter encouraged.

"Thanks man."

"I'll get lunch ready." Mike set his guitar down and walked over to the refrigerator and opened it. There was nothing to make. "Okay. Who wants to go to the store?"

No one spoke up. "Okay. I guess we choose fingers. The odd man out gets groceries."

Mike walked over to everyone and they showed off their fingers 3 times before Davy was the one who drew the odd finger.

"Welp, looks like Davy's goin'." Mike said walking away.

"Okay. What do you need."

"Well, guys what do you wanna eat for lunch?"

"Well, it doesn't matter to me." Micky said looking over at Peter who seemed to be off in his own little world.

"Pete?" Mike called out.

"Peter?" Micky was the next one to tell out his name.

"PETAH!!" Davy yelled making Mike, Peter and Micky jump.

"Peter, what happened to you? You spaced out." Mike walked over to him.

"I just thought I saw someone out there."

"Where?"

Peter pointed to some bushes. The movement that he saw was gone.

"Look, nothing is gonna happen Pete. Okay? Not to you or me or Micky or Davy. We got each other to keep safe."

"Your right Mike."

"Of course I'm right. Dont you ever forget that either."

That only made Peter smile and give a small chuckle.

Davy left. None of them knew that Davy wasn't going to return home. Mike had waited for Davy for several hours while Peter and Micky were down at the beach. Once it hit 4 o'clock, that's when Mike got worried.

He checked out in the driveway and the MonkeeMobile was still gone. So he had to walk there.