Monkees meet the Beatles

Chapter 1

It turned out to be a normal day for the monkees in Malibu, California. They each were having their own bit of fun on the beach. Jumping around, playing, basically having alot of energy. Mike was basically laying in the sand, Peter was burried by Micky deep in the sand with his head sticking out, and Davy was catching a surf in the water.

Mike was laying next to Peter, their head close together when Micky looked up and said: "Hey, look over there."

"What?" Curious as to what Micky was pointing at, Mike looked behind him and saw 4 other guys walking along the beach talking and laughing in forign accents, but they were too far away for the accents to be recognized.

"Micky, they are just 4 guys taking a walk on the beach. Nothing strange about that." Mike said turning back around and laying his head down again as he looked up at the sky with his hands folded over his stomach. It wasn't until right after he shut his eyes that Micky spoke again: "They look familiar."

"Do they? I don't recognize them. I don't even know where they're from."

Micky listened to their accents. He wasn't trying to hear what they were saying but he did hear bits and pieces of their conversations. "They're from England. Uh, Liverpool to be exact."

"How on earth could you possibly know that from listening to their accents?"

"I don't know. I can just tell. Davy!" He yelled over to Davy. Davy turned around and swam back to shore and walked up to Micky and picked up a towel and started drying himself off.

"What is it? You're ruining my swim time."

"Those 4 guys over there. Where would you say they're from?"

"Uh, from the sounds of it, Liverpool."

"Told ya so." Micky bragged and Mike just rolled his eyes. Then, he looked at Peter.

"How long do you wanna stay like that Pete?"

"I think its safe to say, I wanna get out." He said looking down at the sand, then back up at Mike. Mike stood up and helped Peter unburry himself and helped him out. Peter sat down as he dusted the sand off himself.

Then, they heard a voice behind them. Once the four of them turned, they saw four strangers. But, they knew exactly who they were.

"Excuse me sirs, but you four look all to familiar. Do I know you?"

"Come off it John. They are what the world calls 'The Pre-Fab Four'."

"The beatles?" Micky asked as he jumped up.

"Yeah. That's one way to put it."

"Why don't you four sit down?" Mike offered.

"Sure why not?" John said as each of them sat down next to each of the monkees.

"So, what brings you to America?" Peter asked.

"We're on tour around America. Our next tour is in New York in several weeks." Paul spoke up.

"Yeah. We decided to stop by and see if we could meet the Pre-Fab four. It turns out, we succeeded." Ringo said as he looked over at all four of the monkees.

"That brings up a question. George, why are you so quiet?"

"I've been waiting for a chance to speak. Ye all talk too much!" George mentioned with a smirk.

"That's Georgie for ye." John said patting George on the head.

"Ey! Knock it off John." George said moving John's hand away harshly.