Fifteen minutes after Mike left, Micky still nervous thought that he could go outside and just sit on the steps. But it just seem to be a bad day for him all away around.
"Man I'm going outside."
"Micky you're not going anywhere are you?" Asked Davy
"No I just going to sit on the bottom of the steps."
"Why don't we go with you." Said Peter
All three were going outside. Micky went out first then he lost his balance and fell down the stairs. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Said the curly haired drummer as he was falling
"MICKY!!!" Peter screamed
He and Davy ran down the stares horrified that their friend might of ended up killing himself.
"Micky, Micky are you alright? Please be alive." Said Davy frightened. Micky woke up crying.
"AAAAAWWWW...Man I swear the stairs are against me."
"Do you need us to call a doctor?" Said Peter
"No Peter I'm fine physically, I'm just a mess emotionally."
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So Peter and Davy helped Micky back in the house. Micky still crying his Micky cry. They sat him on the couch and Peter went to the refrigerator to make a ice bag for Micky as he fell on the side of his face. Micky now feeling defeated hanged his head.
"Why did I had to mess with that gun? Why do I always do stupid crap? Maybe I deserve to be be punished for being an idiot."
"Don't talk like that Mick." Said Peter " We all did things without thinking. Especially me."
"Aw Peter you don't know any better."
Peter made a puzzling look.
"Look I might as well face the music, even if it means being in prison all alone, by my lonesome, and being chasing around by some guy name Big Bruiser." He cringed while imagining it.
"Oh Micky don't even think about that. You'll get through this remember when you, me and Mike went to prison for robbing a bank when we thought we we're shooting a movie?" Davy reminded him
Then Peter add. "Or when we we're stuck in that ghost town, and The Big Woman, and her men were going to kill us. We escaped that."
"I know, but this is different; this is some stupid mistake that I did, you know you guys don't have to be involved in this. I'll just face the music by myself. You guys might have to make signs that will say free Micky Dolenz."
"No Micky we all in this together."
Then Peter came over,give Micky the ice bag for his face, and put his hand on his friends Shoulders.
"That right Mick we'll get out if this. Me Davy, and Mike will be accessories to this, but we'll find a way."
Davy Said, "We all make mistakes Micky." and then added in a softer voice. "I ought to know you know, and you've been there for me many times that I've gotten into trouble."
"I don't think I deserve friends like you guys. I can be selfish and sneaky sometimes."
"Nobodys perfect Mick." Said the blonde
"Yeah you can be at times, but you really are a good person Micky." Added Davy.
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A little later Mike came back in after getting rid of the gun.
"O.K. I got rid of everything. The gun is in the bottom of a river five miles from here, and I tore up my uncle's letter and threw that in there too. Anything happen while I was gone?"
"Well I fell down the back stairs."
"You fell down the back stairs? You alright? What happened?" Mike looking wide-eyed as he notice a couple of bruises on Mickys face.
"Oh, never mind that Mike. That might be telling me that I needed to stay my butt inside."
"So now what do we do Mike?" Davy asked
"We just sit back and wait."
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A half hour later there was a pounding at the door, making the four monkees jump.
"O.K. guy lets keep our cool." Whispered Mike
"O.K. YOU GUYS OPEN UP!!!" Said a familier voice.
"My God it's Mr. Babbit." Said Peter
"Mr. Babbit he's alive I didn't shoot him. Oh thank God. Now I wont go to jail. I wont be harassed by Big Bruiser."
"Hey hold on good buddy. By the way he's pounding on the door this time I say your not out of the woods yet." Mike went to the door then thought about what Micky just mentioned. "Big Bruiser?"
"It's just...just a name I made up for those kind of guys that corner you in prison."
Mike open the door, and there stood Babbit with a suspicious look on his face.
"Hi Mr. Babbit we were just talking about you."
"Oh were you now?"
"Oh yeah weren't we just talking about Mr. Babbit guys?"
All three, "Yeah sure."
"Yeah I'll bet you were."
"Is there something wrong, er, besides the rent being due?"
"Yeah there is. I happen to be over my sister's. She needed some help with the plumming so she called on me, and I stayed overnight. But when I came back you know what I found? My window was broken. Then I was looking over my things, I looked at my hat, and you know what I found. A BULLET HOLE!!! And it wasn't there before."
"Aww man must have been some crazy maniac that shot off a gun."
"Yeah some maniac is right, and I could be looking at him." He looks at Micky.
"What a minute Mr. Babbit you don't think Micky had anything to do with what happen to your window?" Said Mike
"Well everytime something happens it's always leads to you guys." The land lord snorted
"Now just a minute Mr. Babbit we don't own a gun, and besides It may be some crazy person you never know." Said Davy Babbit looked at Micky again and notice the bruises on his face and arm.
"Hey, what happened to you?"
"He fell down the stairs."
"How did he fall?"
"Then Davy thought of how say this.
"He was just going to the beach and relax until the steps caused him to loose his balance and fall. You know Mr. Babbit, you said you were going to fix those stairs." Davy then winked at Mike.
"I did?" Babbit asked.
Then Mike chimed in "You sure did. And that's what we were talking about when we were talking about you. We were going to call a doctor to look at his bruises. You know Mr. Babbit, we could sue for this, because there is evidence. Stand up Micky." Micky stood, and showed him other bruises on his leg.
Just then the police arrived and knocks on the monkees door. Mike answered.
"Yes officer, may we help you?"
"We're here about a shooting at the Babbit place."
"Yes that's my place officer. Someone shot out my window. I know because I found a bullet hole in my hat here." He showed the hat to the police officer.
"Do you have any ideal who could have done this?" The Monkees did their best to stay cool on the outside even though they were scared on the inside because Babbit was looking at them at first. Then he turned the the officer and said.
"No I'm afraid I have no ideal who did this."
"Well you know I think we have a good ideal who could have."
"You do?"
"Yeah just a half hour ago we came from this pawn shop and talked to one of the owners that work there. It seems that two men came there waving a gun at her. One was an elderly man, and the other one was younger with a mustache."
"You don't say."
"Oh yeas it's true. And this was over an hour ago in broad daylight. People today."
Micky and Davy looked at each other.
"We'll come over and take a look at your place Mr. Babbit."
"Thanks officer. I just need to talk to my tenants for a minute."
"I hope you find the guys." Said Mike
The police left and Babbit turned to the guys. Now knowing he has no proof that Micky shot out his window he's playing nice.
"O.K. look guys I'll make you a deal I'll give you more time on the rent. As a matter of fact I'll let you have free rent for one month; Just please don't sue." He said nervously
The guys though it over and said
"It's a deal."
"Good, now Dolenz do you need me to call a doctor for you?"
"I would like that thank you Mr. Babbit."
"You're welcome." He then left, and the Monkees breathed a big sigh of relief.
"WooooooooWee we dodged that bullet good." Said Mike. He then caught what he said. "Aw man, sorry Mick."
"Hey that's alright Mike I'm just glad it's over.
"I was shakin' in my boots." Said Davy
"I almost went in my pants." Said micky
"I think I just did." Said Peter
"Oh Peter." Said the three
Peter went to change his pants.
"Well micky I hope you learn something, and I hope you stay out of trouble from now on."
"I will, Mike. I, Micky Dolenz, will stay out of trouble."
"Good."
But as soon as Mike and Davy left the room Micky turned and said. "I hope."
The End