It was a Friday night and Peter Tork thought since it was a beautiful night he decided to take a stroll on the beach. Micky and Davy stayed at the house and watched some tv and Mike was out arranging for more gigs. An hour passed and Peter decided to walk back to the house, but when he got back inside what he saw put a look of horror on his face.
Mike Nesmith was driving home to the pad. He had a big smile on his face because him and the guys had been getting a lot of steady gigs at a couple of places. They have been making more then enough money to pay the rent, buy food, and even some stuff to decorate the house plus other luxuries. Him and the guys were even planning to celebrate by having a party with friends. All seemed right with the world as things were looking up for the Monkees, but Mike Nesmith's smile faded as he saw a couple of police cars at the pad. A feeling of horror suddenly took over. He stopped and jump out of car when he saw Peter coming out of the pad upset. Mike ran to Peter.
"Whoa, hold on there buddy we have an investigation going here." Said one cop.
"Wait officer I live here." Said the Texan.
"Officer, it's alright he does live here." Said Peter
"Peter what's going on here?"
"Oh Michael we had a break in, I was coming back from walking on the beach, and that's when I saw the place trashed."
"But where are Micky and Davy?"
"They were here when I stepped out, but now they're gone. Mike, I think they were kidnapped."
Mike started to really worry.
"My God, what happened to them?" He thought to himself.
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