Mike now had to explain the situation about Micky to Davy, although he didn't get a chance to think about how to explain this to him because he was too preoccupied with Micky.
"Davy you better sit down because a have somthing heavy to lay on you." Said the Texan. The englishman sat with a worried look on his face.
"O.K. Mike lay this heavy thing on me."
Mike told Davy about the argument between Micky and Mr. Babbit, and about his uncle sending him the gun and Micky fooling around with it causing it to go off. Davy was taking aback by this, although he knows Micky can do some crazy things, but nothing foolish like this.
"Micky how could you be so foolish? You've must've been out of your mind to play around with a gun."
"I didn't know it was loaded though, man."
"Hey look Davy, lets get on Micky later we have to see if Babbit is alive or not right now. It's getting late, but we can at least watch the window even if we have to be here all night."
"That's a good ideal Mike." Peter agreed " We'll just put the couch by the window, and sit all night."
"And if Babbit don't imerge from the house we might as well be good as dead." Said Micky.
The others glared at him and then they started to move the couch and all four monkees sat down in it.
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Next morning the monkees were all asleep on the couch. The taller three sat up right while Davy lay on Peter's lap. Mike was the first to wake up.
"Hey guys wake up."
"What's up Mike?" Asked Micky
"Look; you know that the lights were on when we first saw Babbit's window?"
"Yeah."
"It's still on that means he didn't move an ounce to turn it off"
"Oh no this might be it. We're all going to jail."
"What do you mean we?" Said Davy " I just walked in on the situation myself."
"Well I don't want to take a murder rap by myself."
"Yeah Dave, Micky even wanted to drag my uncle Lester all the way from Texas into it just for sending me the gun."
"Well that's not fair; like he knew what you were going to do with it."
"Hey Mike maybe we should go over and knock on the door. Maybe Babbit wasen't shot, maybe he was knocked unconscious."
"Maybe you're right Pete. Micky, Davy you stay here while me and Peter check on that."
"Right." Said Davy
While they left Micky had an idea.
"Hey Davy I was thinking, I should get rid of that gun, and I think I'll pawn it."
"You must be out've your bird Micky. Pawn the gun at a time like this? Look, why don't you let Mike take care of it?"
"Davy he's already doing enough, and I'll be careful."
"But people will notice you."
"We'll wear disguises."
"WE!!! What do you mean we, I didn't say I would go with you."
"Please Davy I need you to go with me. I'm afraid something might go wrong."
"I don't know Micky."
"Please Davy pleeeeeeeeeeeese." Micky being close to tears with that Famous Dolenz face
Davy siged " Alright I'll go with you."
"Thank you."
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Micky and Davy went to Thompsons Pawn shop. Inside was a heavy set black lady in her mid forties and she was talking to her brother who was co-owner of the shop.
"Now Ron so far I haven't had any trouble walk in here yet, but I get nervous at night by myself. You know that there were three robberies around here this week? So you'll be down here tonight? Alright thank you."
The two Monkees were at the door, and they discussed their plan.
"O.k. Davy when we go in there I'm an elderly man, and you're my son, got it?"
"Yeah got it."
They went in and the Lady turned to them.
"Yes how can I help you?"
Micky in an elderly british voice. "Blah ha ha look here me lady, me and my son here have a gun." Micky pulls the gun out. " And we want to know....."
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAhhhhhhhh" Screamed the lady, and she fainted
"Blah ha ha What a minute. Madam, madam?" Seeing the lady faint, Micky turn to Davy.
"Let's get out of here Dave." Both Monkees fled. When they ran to a alley they got rid of their disguises. They waited a bit until the coast was clear.
"What do we do now micky?"
"Ruuuuuuuuuuuun"
Both ran as fast as they could until they were far away from the pawn shop, and at the alley they slowed down.
"That was a terrible ideal Micky I knew we should have let Mike take care of it."
"Yeah man I know now. Especially with the was my luck's been going."
They were walking when a cop stopped them.
"Hey you two."
The two Monkees stop dead in their tracks.
"Who us?" Micky said wide eyed
"Yeah you two."
"Is there a problem officer?" Davy said
"You know you two can get a ticket for that."
They looked, but realized that they just jay walked acrossed the street.
"Oh we're sorry officer." Micky said smiling
"Yeah we'll watch for that."
"Better see that you do."
Both breathed a big sigh of relief, but when they got home they were faced with an angry Mike, so the had to explain where they were and what they tried to do.
"What were you two thinking?" Said the texan "That was real dumb Micky, real dumb. I could've gotten rid of the gun, you're in enough trouble possibly, and you drag Davy into this scheme of yours.
"What a minute Mike don't just blame this on Micky I decided to go with him; it's not like he put a gun to my head...I mean it's not like he threaten to shoot me if I didn't go...I mean; he didn't twist my arm. Davy was making an embarrassing face while saying these things. While the other three monkees were glaring at him.
"Sorry Micky I'm just shooting off my mouth and putting my foot in it."
"And you just did it again." The drummer mentioned to him. Davy hid his face in his hand.
"Look it's obvious we're all nervous here; I should have gotten rid of this gun, but I'm gonna do it now so I'm gonna throw it in the river far away from here, and tear up my uncle's letter and get rid of it. Now you two don't go nowhere anymore. Peter you stay here with them." As Mike was leaving he turned to them to say, "It's a good thing you guys thought of wearing disguises, other wise you would of been in jail for sure Mick; you too Dave."
Mike then left while the other three sat around pondering about what might happen to them.