Back at the pad, Mike was awakened by his friends knocking on his bedroom door.
"Mike, are you okay?" Micky called out.
"I'm fine, come on in." Mike replied.
Micky, Peter and Davy came inside.
"You feeling okay, Mike?" Peter asked, "You've been up here for awhile and its getting dark."
"I'm fine, my headache is gone." Mike said.
"What's really wrong, Mike?" Davy asked, "You haven't been yourself recently. Is it because it's Memorial Day?"
"Yeah, are you thinking about your Navy buddies?" Peter put in. "You miss those days?"
Mike nodded his head. "Every Memorial Day makes me a little sad." He said, "But this year...I dunno, it just hurts more."
"Well, you can always talk to us, Mike." Micky said, patting his friend on the shoulder.
"If you're feeling better, do you want to go see the fireworks tonight?" Peter asked hopefully.
"No, but you three go on ahead." Mike insisted, "I've never been interested in fireworks."
"But they're so pretty!" Peter exclaimed.
"I know." Mike laughed, "But you three go on ahead, I'll be fine."
"Are you sure?" Davy asked.
"Yes, now go and get yourselves a good viewing spot." Mike said, gently pushing his friends out the door. Finally, Micky, Peter and Davy left the pad for the park to see the fireworks. Mike wished he could've gone along, but seeing Boris and Madam today worried him. The Veteran's office being robbed and then seeing those two spies made him wonder if they were responsible.
Mike had more to worry about, given his military record. If what he had done ever came to light...it could put his friends in danger. That was why he seldom spoke about his time in the Navy. The less his friends and family knew, the better.
Mike went downstairs, and after making sure all the doors and windows were securely locked, he closed the curtains and sat down to watch TV.
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Micky, Peter and Davy got to the park, just as the sun was about to set.
"Looks like we got here just in time for the show," said Davy.
"Yeah, but I wish Mike came with us," said Peter.
"Me too, but he told us he's not into fireworks, plus I think he still feels bad from earlier," said Micky.
"Come on, let's go find a good spot to see the show," said Davy.
Before picking the perfect spot to sit, the three went to a snack stand where Peter got an ice-cream cone, while Davy and Micky each got a flavored soda.
They then choose to sit by some trees.
Once the sun went down, the fireworks began.
All the people in the park went ooh and ah over the amazing displays in the skies.
"I really wish Mike was here to see this," said Peter, eating some of his ice-cream.
"Cheer-up Peter, I'm sure Mike will be ok," said Davy.
"Davy's right," said Micky, finishing his orange soda, "I'm going to throw this empty bottle away."
"Do you mind throwing out mine while you do that?" Davy asked, handing Micky an empty bottle that his cherry soda was in.
"Not at all since you handed me the bottle."
As Micky was walking over to a trash can, he couldn't help but have this feeling he was being watched.
He looked around, but couldn't find anything or anyone around.
Shrugging off his uneasy feeling, Micky took his trash to the nearest trash can. The nearest trash can was some distance behind the spectators, near a grove of trees. Close by was a public works truck.
Micky opened the trash can flap...and a hand holding a small silver pin flashed out, scratching the top of Micky's hand!
"What the...?" Micky said, jumping back and dropping his trash.
Micky looked around to see if maybe he was on Candid Camera, when he suddenly began to feel dizzy. The world spun around him and he began to fall...right into Boris' arms. Boris easily picked Micky up and carried him over to the truck, where Chinese men dressed as park employees jumped out and opened the back doors for him. The spy placed Micky inside the truck and the other men closed the doors.
Meanwhile, Peter and Davy were wondering what had happened to Micky.
"Do you suppose he lost his way coming back over here?" Davy wondered, "It is rather dark."
"Naw, he'll be okay." Peter replied, looking up at the fireworks.
"I'm gonna go look anyway." Davy said, getting up off the ground and walking away.
"Wait, don't leave me here in the dark by myself!" Peter exclaimed, getting up and running after his friend.
It didn't take long for the two Monkees to find the trash can and notice the garbage around it.
"Look at that." Peter said, shaking his head, "A trash can right here and people still throw their garbage on the ground." He picked up the two bottles Micky was trying to throw away.
"Wait, Peter." Davy replied, "Those look like the bottles Micky was going to throw away."
"Why would Micky throw them on the ground instead of putting them in the trash?" Peter said, opening the trash can flap.
Once again, a hand shot out of the can and scratched Peter on the back of his hand.
"Hey!" Peter shouted, dropping the bottles. "Davy, the trash can scratched me!"
Davy stood there open-mouthed as he had seen the whole thing. Suddenly, Peter began to wobble.
"Peter, what's wrong?" Davy shouted, grabbing his friend.
"Dizzy..." Peter whispered as he sank to the ground.
"Hey, somebody help!" Davy shouted behind him to the crowd, but the loud fireworks drowned out his voice.
Just then, a handkerchief-covered hand closed over Davy's face. Davy could smell a foul odor coming from the cloth and within seconds, he lost consciousness.
When Davy was out, Madam climbed out of the trash can.
"Good work, Boris." She smiled, "Let's get back to Dragonman."
Boris picked up Davy while two Chinese men ran over and picked up Peter. The two Monkees quickly joined their band mate inside the back of the truck, followed by the two chinese. The whole incident was unheard and unseen by the crowd, who was just starting to leave.
Boris and Madam climbed into the front of the truck and Boris drove away. He wrinkled his nose, looked over at Madam and then opened his window.
"Just drive, Boris." Madam snapped, hoping Dragonman's hideout had a shower so she could wash.
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