Weird Monkees fic!

Monkee hands for feet!

It was a laid-back kind of day in the Pad, so the boys were just doin' whatever and lounging about.

Micky was plopped on the sofa, reading the latest teen magazine to see what it had to say about Joe Beatle's new girlfriend or whatever.

Mike was strumming his guitar, trying to figure out chords for the latest song he was working on.

Peter was "playing" cards with Mr. Schneider, and winning!

But Davy was plain bored and needed something to do.

Something... mischievous, perhaps.

The maraca-shaking 5'3" Englishman looked around the room for any pranks he could play. Mike seemed pretty focused on his music, and anyone could tell you that you do not want to break Nez's focus. The towering Texan might very well destroy him. So that was out of bounds. Peter was also pretty invested in his one-sided card game with the dummy, and it would be cruel to interrupt him now. But Micky wasn't really engaged in much; in fact, he looked almost as bored as Davy felt. He thought for a moment, scanning the scene. Micky had his feet up on the arm of the couch as he was reading... and they were bare. "Bingo," thought Davy. A devious, impish grin crossed Jones' face as he quietly approached Dolenz. He crouched down so he was out of Micky's field of view, hidden behind the magazine, and reached one hand out with wiggling fingers toward Micky's foot.

It was only seconds until...

"AIEEE!!"

Micky jumped from his resting position on the sofa, flinging the magazine in the air as he felt an unexpected jolt on his exposed sole. Peter and Mike turned toward the source of the yelp. Davy made a run for it before anybody noticed him near the site.

"What was that?!" inquired a bewildered Mike.

"Someone was tickling my foot!" Micky exclaimed.

"Well it couldn't have been me," said Peter, turning to look at Mr. Schneider as he took on a sour expression. "Was it you...?!" he interrogated the dummy.

"Pete, it couldn't a' been him, his hands don't work", said Mike.

"Then how could he be playing cards with me right now? ...Go fish."

Micky sighed, rolling his eyes.

Then the three all looked at each other for a moment.

"DAVY!" they shouted in unison.

Hearing his name, Davy felt a wave of shock hit him. He started sweating and hyperventilating in his hiding spot in the closet. Micky, Peter, and Mike got up to look for him.

And at that moment, there couldn't have been a worse time for dust to get in Davy's nose. As much as he willed himself not to sneeze, it happened anyway.

"Hah-CHOO!!"

Micky's eyes flashed in the closet's direction, and he grinned. "We got him now!" The three Monkees made their way to the closet and yanked it open. Inside was Davy, cowering in their shadows.

"Come on outta there, man," said Mike.

"Yeah, we just wanted to know where you were," added Micky.

"There's no need to hide from us!" offered Peter.

"Thanks, fellas... I guess I just worried you guys were gonna come after me. And, Micky, it's true it was me who tickled your foot." Davy looked a little dejected as he confessed.

"I'm not mad, Davy; it's OK." Micky pulled Davy into a quick hug.

But there was a glimmer in his eye.

"I just might have to get back at ya for it," the taller man whispered.

Davy jumped back immediately.

"YaaaAAAAhhhHH!!!!!"

He started running while Micky chased him with both hands ripe for tickling. Mike and Peter stood back and laughed. "That settles it, I guess," said Wool Hat to Pete. The two watched as the chase continued.

"Micky, this isn't fair! I've got little legs; I can't run as fast as you!"

"So?! It's payback! You caught me off guard with your sneakin' around! Hey, look, there's a cute girl on the beach!"

"Ehh? Where? ... GAH!!" Micky's hands descended onto Davy, with one tickling his neck and the other his armpit. Davy crumpled to the ground with laughter.

When Micky finally let up, Davy caught his breath.

"Man, you are a good tickler! If you ever have kids you'll be the best around!"

"Heh heh, thanks!" Micky flipped his hair confidently. "Comes from having three younger sisters, I guess! We always chased each other around, roughhousing, stuff like that."

"Lucky! With older sisters, I was always the one getting tickled. Guess that's still true, ha ha."

With that, the romp was over, but there would be many more to come in the wild world of these 4 musicians.