A few days later, it was Halloween. After a quick rehearsal, the guys changed into their costumes.
"We ready to go?" Mike asked the others as they put on their helmets.
"Yeah, I think so..." Peter said, and then looked at his helmet. "My helmet looks a little different than the others." He shrugged and put it on, then tightened the chinstrap. Just then, one of the horns on his helmet came loose and dropped so that the tip of the horn was pointing down.
"You gotta loose horn, Peter." Micky smiled.
Peter grabbed the horn and pushed it back up...and a second later, it fell down again. Frowning, Peter pushed it back up and the horn fell down again. The other three Monkees tried not to laugh.
Peter twisted the horn back and forth several times, trying to get it to stay up, when all of a sudden there was a popping noise and lots of gray smoke filled the room.
"What's going on?" Davy asked.
When the smoke cleared, the Monkees found themselves, not in the pad, but outdoors in a small clearing. A stone grotto was behind them. In front of them however, looking on in total shock, were several other men...all dressed in Viking costumes as well.
The Monkees looked around, but nothing seemed familiar to them.
"Looks like these are very popular costumes, everyone is wearing them," said Peter, indicating the men dressed in Viking apparel like the guys.
"I don't think they're wearing costumes Peter," said Mike.
"And it doesn't look like were in our time either," said Micky, looking around.
"Where are we anyway?" asked Davy. None of the guys knew exactly where they were. The only thing they knew was, they were nowhere near home.
The guys took a chance and decided to try and talk to the Viking men still staring at them.
"Ah, hi!" Mike said with a smile on his face. The other Monkees waved at the Vikings. To the Monkees' utter shock, the Vikings went down on one knee and bowed their heads! After a few seconds, the Viking man in the front spoke in a low voice.
"We give thee thanks, Great Odin, for sending us help for our journey. May our quest be successful and I become the greatest Viking Chief ever!"
The Monkees looked at each other.
"What's he on about?" Davy whispered to the others.
"Excuse us," Micky said, walking toward the Vikings. "Can you tell us where we are?"
The Vikings stood up and the man who had spoken gave Micky a big bear hug. "Greetings oh emissary from the Gods." He said, "Welcome to Earth."
"Where...on Earth?" Micky gasped.
The man let go of him. "You are in the land of the Norsemen!"
"You mean Norway?" Mike asked.
"If that is what you want to call this land, then so be it." The man replied. "Come back to our village and we will have a feast tonight before we go on our quest."
"Wait, who are you and what quest are you talking about?" Davy asked.
"Forgive me, my name is Ivor." He said, "Ivor the boneless."
"The boneless?" Peter asked this time.
In reply, Ivor sat on the ground and calmly put both of his legs behind his head.
"That's great, Ivor." Mike said, "But what quest do you want us to go on?"
"We shall journey to the far, far north." Ivor said, unwrapping his legs and standing up. "There to slay the giant that lives in a cave. For many days, my men and I prayed for some sign the Gods were with us, and then you appeared in our sacred grotto! With the giant's head in my possession, I shall be called the greatest Viking Chief that ever lived!" Ivor's men cheered behind him.
"But we got a Halloween gig to play tonight." Micky protested.
But Ivor and his men led the Monkees back to the Viking village for the feast.
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