As Micky pulled Davy’s jeep into the Pad’s driveway, they both let out a heavy sigh. There was no major black out and the guys were not out. They were in the Pad waiting. Even the Monkeemobile seemed to smirk at them as they walked to the front of the Pad. Dutifully, the two great game show contestants walked in and sat on the sofa. The “I-Told-You-So” concert was about to begin.
“Well,” Mike began, “I hope you two have learned your lesson this time! Not one question answered correctly!”
“B-but we got the last one!” Micky offered.
“Didn’t count, mate. Petra dunked herself,” Davy said.
“Well, at least nobody got hurt,” Micky countered.
At that remark, Petra slowly turned and looked at Micky. The poor girl tasted enough cream pie for a lifetime, and she still had water coming out of ears.
“So, Miss Petra Elizabeth, what have you got to say for yourself?” Peter asked his sister. Whenever he used her first and middle names, she knew he was serious.
“It’s not our fault they switched the questions!” Petra answered in defense.
“Yeah!” Micky added.
“Besides, we did win something,” Petra announced.
“Money?” Mike asked.
“Actually, the title of being the most incompatible couple in game show history and a book on how to build relationships,” Micky answered sheepishly.
“This just goes to show that you can never come out on top with deceit,” Mike began. “There was a wise man who once said, “To thine own self be tru---”
“Please, Mike. No morals,” Micky interrupted as he placed his hands over his eyes. He knew that when Mike got into the “Papa Nez” mode you just had to ride it out to the end.
In the middle of the lecture, the phone rang and Davy went to answer it. Peter had joined in with Mike and by now, the lecture was in full swing.
“Uh, excuse me, but Micky, Josh is on the phone. He says it’s important,” Davy said as he held out the phone to Micky.
“Go on, take it. But make it quick Micky. I ain’t finished with you two,” Mike said.
Micky went to the phone a bit relieved, but then again he felt sorry of Petra as she sat through the lecture in stereo alone.
When Micky returned, there was a large smile on his face.
“And just what are you so happy about?” Mike asked a bit annoyed.
“There’s a new game show. It’s about incompatible couples! Petra and I would be a shoe-in! Ya see, if they switch the questions, at least we know about compati---”
Before Micky could finish his sentence, Petra hit him in the face with a cushion from the sofa.
“Ow! Hey! What did ya do that for?” Micky asked rubbing his head.
“Why do you think? I’m not gonna participate on anymore of your get-rich-schemes,” Petra yelled as she shook a few more drops of water from her right ear.
“That’s gratitude for ya!” Micky yelled back.
“Gra—now you listen here!” Petra yelled. And the argument was in full swing. As the two became immersed in their “discussion,” the three other Monkees retreated to the veranda.
“Mike, are we gonna finish the lecture?” Peter asked.
“No. I think things are back to normal.” Mike said as he sat on the beach chair.
“Yeah, I agree,” Davy added. “Everything is back to normal.”
And so, the three roommates sat on the veranda and took in the spectacular scenes of the beach as the sounds of the world’s most incompatible couple serenaded them from the Pad.
The End