Monstrous Monkee Mash

Gonna Buy Me A Dog

It's that time of year again, Halloween. The time for sweets and scary costumes. It's October 29th of 1967 and The Monkees are finishing dinner up at the dinning table. Well, minus Micky of course. He's always at it with those experiments of his in his secret laboratory in the lesser known basement area in the Pad. It seems that Micky is so busy on his experiment at the moment, he completely forgot about dinner . . .

Peter finishes his salad covered in ranch and crackers. "Hey fellas? Do you think Micky is gonna come down to eat soon? He seems mighty busy with his experiment . . ." Peter says with a touch of worry.

Mike is in the middle of his chore of doing the dinner dishes. "Oh he'll come up here later, he never misses dinner." He continues focusing on his plate he is washing over the sink.

Davy starts to wipe down the counters and table with a wet rag. "Are you sure Michael? He's been going at this experiment for weeks and he's nearly finished." He smiles. "We all knows how he gets when he is close to the end."

Mike shrugs his shoulders as he puts the dishes in the cupboard. "Yeah, I know. I've learned just to leave him to whatever crazy stuff he's got goin' for 'em and wait till he messes up." He says casually.

"Should we make sure he's okay? I know he gets this way but we haven't seen him since breakfast!" Peter starts to noticeably worry now.

Michael shrugs and frowns not looking at Peter. "I mean, you can go if you want to." He replies while making his way to the Television set.

"He'll be alright, mate." Davy assures his blonde friend. "He'll get his dinner once he gets at a stopping point." He says as he makes his way to the couch.

This didn't do the job for Pete, he had to find out for himself. "Well, I'm gonna check on him. I'll be back." He walks over to the dining table and picks up a cold plate of food in Micky's spot. He walks to the kitchen and grabs a spoon and a fork and heads down to the secret laboratory under the Pad.

Mike looks at Davy with his wool hat a bit crooked. "I'm just waitin' for the explosion." He sighs.

"It shouldn't be long now that Peter is interrupting his work." He chuckles lightly and nervously.

"Brace yourself." He swings his head in the direction of the lab.

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The Laboratory
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Peter knocks on the door leading into the lab with his free hand. "Can I come in?" He raises his voice.

"Sure, Pete!" Micky says muffled by the door.

The blonde walks in and looks at Micky sitting at his desk. "Hey Mick!" He goes to the desk and places the plate and utensils in a small, free space on the desk. "You missed dinner!"

Micky shoots his head up and looks at Peter with a slightly worried expression. "Oh, I did?" He quickly shrugs and looks down at his work as if Peter weren't there. "Ah well." He casually smiles.

Peter peers over Micky's desk. "Whatcha working on?" He smiles.

"Oh nothing really, just a flea cure for dogs with some dog DNA in there and . . ." He rambles on and on about things Peter doesn't understand.

"Groovy!" Pete replies but he shortly gets an idea. "WAIT! MICKY! DO YOU KNOW WHAT THIS MEANS?!" His vocal chords fill with excitement.