The Monkees Part 2

Chapter 9

The pain finally receded and he took a deep breath and continued to fix up his hand and to stop the bleeding.

"Okay, enough thinkin'. Let's get to bed. Mike needs to cool off some steam and calm down and Micky, you had quite a day today. Let's sleep it off and we will talk about this tomorrow morning." Davy suggested.

"Davy's right. We're all beat from today's events, we need to relax and try to forget about this." Mike said as he stood up and walked over to the spiral staircase.

"Okay. See you all in the morning." Micky said already heading upstairs.

"Alright. See you both tomorrow." Peter said walking to his and Davy's room that was located downstairs.

Mike followed Micky closely as they both practically stomped upstairs while Davy followed closely behind Peter.

Once inside the bedroom upstairs, Mike had quickly changed into his pajamas and plopped on his bed and covered his eyes with his pillow.

"How's the hand Mike?" Micky asked also getting into his own bed.

"Its alright." He kept balling his fists and then opening his fist. He hadn't broke anything. It had become a little sore though. He couldn't have his right hand broken just like his left wrist had been.

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah. Look, its fine. Get to bed. We need to be refreshed for tomorrow."

Micky turned off the light and they both drifted off to sleep. Micky first, then later on Mike got to sleep.

The next morning

Micky woke up and he took one glance on Mike who had somehow ended up on the floor. Micky couldn't help but chuckle. But he had to admit, Mike did look comfortable. He was wrapped in his own blanket and had a pillow with him that he kept his head on.

Mike turned over so he was now faced up. He knew he was on the floor. Heck, he put himself there! Mike had gotten a drink in the middle of the night and didn't find the energy to get back to bed so he slept on the floor.

Mike looked over at Micky who was staring at him from his own bed. "Can I help you Micky?"

"Hey Mike. How ya doin'?" Micky kept a grin on his face.

"Not bad." They both just stared at each other for a few minutes.

"So, uh, why........" Micky moved his hand in a fast motion while pointing it at Mike.

"Why am I on the floor?"

"Yeah. Exactly. That's what I meant to ask."

"Well, I just went to get some water in the middle of the night and I just didn't find the energy to get back into bed. I was too tired."

"Uh-huh." Micky nodded slowly.

Mike stood up and made his bed. Then he went to the bathroom and brushed his teeth while Micky went downstairs and met with Davy and Peter who were already awake and waiting for him and Mike.

"Ey Micky. Where's Mike?"

"He'll be down in a minute. He's just brushing his teeth."

"Okay."

Mike came down a few minutes later. "Hey guys. How's it goin'?"

"Waiting for you big guy."  Peter spoke up and they each got up and sat at their big meeting table with Mike sitting at the front of the table. Micky was at the right of him and Peter on the left while Davy was at the other end.

"Okay. Now, what do we got?" Mike was the first one to speak.

"Well, nothing much. We don't know who we are dealing with right now." Micky said.

Mike folded his arms in front of himself as Davy spoke up: "Is there any evidence that will lead to who this guy is? Micky? Remember anything from what happened yesterday?"

"Well, I didn't get to see his face but I did manage to see that he had some identifying tattoos on his arms and a spider web one right on the side of his neck. It barely showed through his shirt though."

"Okay. That is a little helpful. Anything else that will help us identify who this creep is?" Mike once again spoke.

"Negative Mike. Hey, wil they come after me next?" Peter said looking over at Davy and Micky and then back at Mike.

"Not if we can help it Pete."

Peter smiled. He knew his friends weren't going to let anything happen to him.

"So, is there anything else anyone wants to add?" Mike spoke up with a huge gavel in his hand ready to adjurn the fake court they set up.

"Nothing more from the floor." Peter said with his ear up to the floor.

Mike nodded and slammed the gavel against the table and broke the tip of the table. "Court adjurned." He said and stood up.

"Okay. So, what now?" Davy asked also standing up.

"Well, we could rehearse some music for our next gig at the Vincant Van Gogh Gogh." Mike suggested.

"That's a good idea!" Micky ran up to his drums and beat on them a couple of times while everyone else went to their own personal instruments.

"We start off with singin' Circle Sky." Mike suggested. It was a fairly new song that Mike had recently wrote.

He started the music and began to sing

Circle sky, telling lies. Here I stand, happy man.
And it looks like we made it once again!
Yes it looks like we made it once again!
Colors sound, all around. Wing-tip smiles, sees for miles.
And it looks like we made it once again!
Yes it looks like we made it once again!

Its a very extraordinary scene, for those who dont understand.
But what you have seen you must believe, if you can. If you can!

Hamilton, smiling down. Telling more, than before.
And it looks like he made it once again!
Yes it looks like we made it to the end!

They finished the last instrumental.