"Alright lady! What the heck did you do to us?!" Micky demanded.
"Whatever do you mean?"
"I went to bed an American and woke up British! That's what I mean!" Micky yelled.
"And I went to sleep short and woke up tall! I keep banging my...I mean his head!"
"You will not change back until you have learned your lesson." the woman explained.
"And that is?" Micky asked.
"That's what you have to figure out. Bye bye." the woman waved.
"Bye bye." Davy said sarcastically.
"Great. So I'm stuck being a midget until this thing ends." Micky grumbled.
Davy gave him an angry look. "Oh yeah. Well I'm stuck being Shirley Temple so get used to it."
"Oh yeah! Well...well-"
Micky was cut off when he noticed a pretty girl was looking at him. Aw man. She's flirting with me. Micky thought. He hid behind Davy.
"What are you doing?" Davy asked.
"I'm spoken for."
"So. You're in my body. Go talk to her." Davy said.
"No! And don't you go talking to her either. Let's go."
"Yes master." Davy said in a deep hoarse voice.
"You're a funny little man Davy." Micky sighed.
"No I was. Now you are." Davy whimpered.
"Where'd you two go?" Mike asked when they entered the pad.
"To try and fix a little problem." Davy explained.
"Did you?"
"No." both guys whimpered.
They left the room.
"Those two are acting so weird." Mike sighed as Peter entered the room.
"At least they're talking to each other."
"True. But they're acting like they switched places!"
Peter laughed. "You've been watching too many movies."
Mike also laughed. "Yeah. You're proubly right. I'm sure it's
nothing."
"Okay. We need to learn our lesson. We do that, and we'll be back to
our normal selves. Davy sighed as he ran a hand through thick curls.
His fingers got caught.
He again sighed as he picked up a brush to re-comb Micky's hair.
"I'm sorry. I wasn't listening." Micky said flipping through a magazine.
"Micky!" Davy barked angryly.
Micky scoffed. "Davy!"
"My life is falling apart here!"
"You, you, you! It's always about you isn't it Davy?"
"Guys! Lunch!" Peter called knocking on his and Davy's bedroom door.
"Did you fix it?" Micky asked.
"No."
"I'll be right there." Micky grinned.
"You know. That was very rude what you just said to Peter." Davy said sounding a little annoyed.
"Who cares? They're going to think you're the one who said it." Micky laughed.
The two sat down.
"I made your favorite Micky. Hot dogs and beans." Mike grinned.
Davy made a face. He didn't care much for hot dogs.
Mike frowned. "Something wrong Mick?"
"Nothing." Davy yelped.
He glanced at Micky who was half done. Davy kicked him.
"Slow down!" he hissed.
Micky glared at him. Then smiled.
"I'm Davy Jones. Everyone thinks I'm sooo cute and sooo sweet. But what they really don't know is what a jerk I am." Micky smirked.
Davy glared at him.
"Okay." Mike said sounding confused.
Peter was in shock. "That's not a very nice thing to say about yourself David."
"Oh yeah! Well I'm Micky Dolenz. Everyone thinks I'm sooo funny and sooo sweet. But what they don't know is how self centered I am. And by the way my James Cagney impressions are not that funny!" Davy folded his arms glaring at Micky.
Micky glared at him again.
"Micky. Please eat. Davy you too." Mike sighed.
"I'm not hungry!" Davy snapped.
He got up and left the table. Micky sighed.
"I'm not hungry either." he said also leaving the table.
"Micky just left in the middle of a meal." Mike said in shock.
"What is going on with those two. All they ever do is fight." Peter sighed.
"After we eat I'll talk to Davy. You can talk to Micky. We'll figure it out."
"Did you know Micky called me mate today.
"That's weird. Only Davy does that." Mike frowned.
"Well like you said. We'll figure it out after lunch." Peter said with a slight smile.