Author: Kaye
Rating: G
Genre: Comedy
Archive: Yes
Summary: Micky and Petra, Peter?s younger sister plot revenge for a punishment.
A/N: This is my first attempt at a little fun. Hope you like!!
Micky was being his usual energetic self; keeping up a lot of noise in the Pad. Now, however, the noise was doubled because Petra, Peter's look-a-like, younger sister who was there for a visit, was just as energetic. They ran through the Pad squirting water guns at each other.
Can it get any quieter? thought Mike as he tried to concentrate on the newspaper. Just then, the first biggest mistake on record was about to take place. Petra and Micky were aiming to ambush Peter with the water guns. Knowing they had him, the two raised their guns and fired full blast, laughing as they did so. However, their world was about to turn upside down. Peter ducked leaving Mike the lone target.
After the drenching, Mike's flip flopped, needless to say. He looked as if he had just stepped from the shower. His hair was plastered to his head and the upper part of his body, newspaper included, was soaked.
Wide-eyed, Peter looked in the direction of the shooters and said, "You're in a lot of trouble!"
Micky and Petra, water guns still aimed, found they could not move.
"UH-OH," Davy managed as he backed up the staircase.
All were tense, waiting for the Texan to make a move and it seemed like an eternity passed before he did so. His eyes narrowing, he folded the soggy paper and slowly stood from the chair to full height. He made Mickey look like Davy and poor Petra even smaller and she is 5'8"!
"That tears it!" he finally said. "Dolenz!! Tork!! C'mere! NOW!!!" he bellowed in a deep Texas drawl.
Petra cast a pleading glance at Peter and barely managed to squeak out "Help." Peter threw both hands up and backed toward the stairs and shook his head. He wasn't about to tangle with Mike, today or any day!
"I said NOW!!" Mike roared.
The two took baby steps to the giant who stood with his hands on his hips and a frown on his face. Once in front of Mike, they both, still holding the water guns, started pointing at each other talking at the same time. When they realized they were holding the weapons, they both threw them down and continued babbling.
By now you could see steam coming from Mike's ears. Even the top of his head looked steamed. Davy, wide-eyed, leaned forward from his perch on the stairs to get a better look at the action unfolding.
"You two have been causin' nothin' but havoc!! Micky, you're a bad influence on Petra. She's actin' jus' like you!! One of ya is enough!!"
The two hung their heads and dropped their shoulders.
"There's jus' no 'xcuse,." Mike continued in his lecture. "Petra!!" Upon hearing her named called in such a manner, Petra's head snapped to face Mike. "Get in that corner!!" Petra followed Mike's pointing finger to the far side of the Pad and slowly walked to her appointed spot. "Turn around!! All the way around and face the wall!!" Without any hesitation, Petra spun to face the cracks of the Pad's wall.
"Dolenze!! Over there!!" Mike was pointing to the opposite side of the room and Micky quickly scooted to his place.
"Turn AROUND!!!" bellowed Mike. Micky almost gave himself a concussion when he turned too fast. The loud "whack" prompted a giggle from Petra and a muffled "not funny" from Micky.
"Silence!!" Mike drawled in a heavy Texas accent. In a much more normal voice, he contimued, "Since you two are bound and determined ta act like children, then I'll punish ya like children!! You're to stay in the corner for an hour!! An' I don't wanna hear one word from either of ya!!"
Mike then stormed out of the room to the bathroom to get a towel and to his bedroom to get a dry shirt. He was muttering something under his breath about already having one shower that morning.
Peter went over and stood behind Petra, "You really got him steamed! What were you thinking??"
"Aw, Pete!! We were just funning. Besides, you moved!!" Petra whined.
"Yeah," Micky added. "It was just a little joke. . ." and Micky's voice trailed off. Mike was standing beside Micky. He had caught them talking. At the unexpected silence, Peter turned and saw Mike just staring.
"Gotta go, Petra!!" he whispered as he made a hasty retreat. He finally stopped perched next to Davy in the middle of the stairs. Davy hadn't moved the entire time.
This time the Texan didn't say a word. He boxed Micky's ear as a warning. "Ow! Ow!! OW!" Micky yelped in pain. He looked in Petra's direction and the young lady stood ramrod straight. Satisfied that his mission was accomplished, Mike went back to the sofa to finish reading the soggy paper.
An eerie silence spread through the Pad. In that hour's time, for once, Davy could have a conversation without weird sound effects. Peter could peacefully read his novel without being interrupted by "Cowboys and Indians." Mike could work riffs on the 12 string after he finished the paper, and Petra and Micky probably knew every crack in their perspective corners.
Stretching, from bending over his guitar, Mike looked around the room. Davy was hanging up the phone from girl #1,678. Peter had completed reading a chapter in a book, and it was time enough for those youngsters to leave the corners. At least there was some much needed quiet time at the Pad.
"OK you two, punishment's over. Try to keep the noise level down and stay out of trouble!" Mike said at their dismissal.
"Hey Petra, race ya to the beach!" Micky shouted.
"I'm there!!" Petra called back.
The two created a blur as they raced to the door and promptly jammed each other as the struggled to get out.
"Back to normal" Davy said, as he watched the two figures race to the beach.
But was it?
Two figures sat hatching a plan on the beach as the sun slowly sank.
"We gotta do something BIG to get back at them," Micky sighed.
"Placed in the corner like kids . . ." Petra said, but she was interrupted by Micky's idea.
"That's it!" he said. As if laughing at his own joke, Petra turned to look at him confused. Then, that "Tork smile," with a hint of devilment, broke through.
"Love!" they both yelled. Then, by the beautiful ocean with the setting sun, a delightful plan was born.
Davy looked toward the beach. "It's sure quiet 'round 'ere. Wonder where th' kids are?" he asked.
"They went playin' on the beach. They should be headin' back by now." Mike said as he strummed his guitar.
"Well, they should hurry. Dinner's almost ready." Peter added as he checked the contents of the oven.
Micky and Petra walked hand in hand towards the Pad.
"Ready, Petra?" Micky asked.
"Ready, Micky!!" smiled Petra.
The two walked into the Pad and the show began.
"Good, you two are back! Dinner's almost ready." Peter said without looking at the two. He didn't see what Mike and Davy were staring at.
"Guys? uh, guys..." Peter started, but he too was stopped by the weird performance.
"Dinner? Dinner?? What is food when I live off the food of love?" Petra said as she gazed into Micky's eyes.
"Ah, my love! 'Tis your love I need to survive!!" Micky said with a flourish.
My good men, we shan't (Davy and Mike mouthed ?shan?t?) be dining with you tonight. George Michael and I have already dined. Furthermore, we shan't (Again, Davy and Mike mouthed ?shan?t?) dine with you tomorrow. We shall formally dine on the beach!" Petra announced.
With hands clasped, the two shared a long, loving gaze. Davy blinked his eyes to make sure he was seeing what he saw. There were stars in their eyes!!! His trademark!! How could this be???
Peter was having trouble seeing what he saw. Petra, who did have the "Tork smile," but always with a hint of devilment, was now smiling the full-dimpled, innocent smile. The "Tork smile"!!
The two dropped hands and cast a longing glance at each other. Eyes sparkling and dimples flashing, they began the "departure act."
"Goodnight, George Michael. Until the morrow!" With that, Petra danced to the room she shared with Peter. Davy agreed to sleep on the sofa during her visit because the siblings had a tendency to talk in to the late hours of the night.
As she danced to the doorway, she stopped and blew Micky a kiss. She turned and promptly tripped though the door. As the door began to close, a soft "Ow" could be heard coming from the room.
Micky "caught" the kiss and held it to his heart. He bounded the stairs to the top bedroom he shared with Mike. It was a beautiful execution, until he tripped at the top of the stairs and fell head first into the bedroom.
"What in the world?" asked Mike scratching his head.
"'Ow in the world did 'e get me trademark?" asked Davy.
"It...it's a joke! You know Micky!! You know Petra. The two of them are. . .well. . .they like to kid around. . .I'll talk to her guys. Let's just eat." Peter finally sighed.
"Well, let's hope things get back to normal, whatever that is, 'cause that was jus' weird," Mike said.
"I'll say!" Davy added. After dinner as he prepared for bed, he just could not figure how Micky got his trademark. This would cause him to have a sleepless night.
In the bedroom, Petra pretended to be asleep. She was in her blue Dr. Denton's with the orange rabbit, the exact opposite of Peter's. She held her teddy bear close and pretended to sigh. Peter stood over her and saw she was smiling, but the devilment in her smile was gone. It was again the full-dimpled, signature smile. Sighing, Peter brushed her hair from her face and softly said goodnight and he retired to Davy's bed. He would talk to her in the morning.
Petra's eyes opened and devilment was back in her smile. "How Peter keeps that dimple action going is beyond me." she thought as she drifted off to sleep.
Upstairs, Mike was preparing for bed. He thought he'd be greeted by the sound of Micky sawing logs, but the drummer lay still in his bed.
"Nice change," thought Mike. "Maybe I'll get a good night's rest."
Just then, Micky began to "talk" in his sleep. Mike sat up in his bed.
"Great!! Davy talks, now Micky!" he thought. Slowly the mumbling began to make sense. The Texan sat up and turned his full attention toward the "sleeping" figure.
"Ah, my love, after we dance the Dolenz dance, we will start our lives anew!! Tomorrow!! Tomorrow!!" Micky recited then he started to snore.
"Unbelievable!! I'm gonna be up all night! Dance the 'Dance of the Dolenz?' Start anew?' I just hope this don't mean what I think It does!!! Oh man, Peter!! Micky for a brother-in-law?? Oh man!!" thought Mike. The rest of the night Mike Nesmith stared at the ceiling. Micky fought to contain his giggles and continued to "snore."
The next morning Peter was preparing breakfast. It was his famous blueberry pancakes. He called to his roommates that breakfast was ready. Davy was the first in. Mike and Micky came down the stairs and joined Davy at the table.
"Petra! I'm not gonna do room service." Peter called to his sister.
Petra appeared in the kitchen. Peter almost dropped his plate as he stared at her newly acquired "Tork smile."
Petra had sat beside Micky and as they glanced at each other, they turned away blushing. As they both reached for the milk, their hands touched. Once again, they turned away and once again they blushed.
"Wait a minute! Whut's goin' on with you two? It's too sweet for wurds!!" Davy said, a little jealous that Micky had his stars.
"Petra! You come to your senses or - - ," Peter threatened.
"Or what my dear brother?" Petra asked ever so sweetly. She then turned to Micky and as they stared into each other's eyes, the stars came back.
"Knock it off Petra," Peter said as he prepared to eat.
'Ey! 'Ey!! Micky, tha's enough!!" Davy huffed.
"Can we all just eat?" Mike asked, and the rest of breakfast was eaten in silence.
After breakfast, Petra and Micky left to go into town. This gave the guys a chance to talk.
"Guys, I've always wanted a big brother, but I had someone like you in mind Mike!" Peter whimpered.
"Well, Micky was talkin' in his sleep last night and said some strange things. It keep me up most of the night. He said something about after they do the Dolenz dance, they were gonna 'start anew.' Whatever that means." Mike said.
Wha'?!," gasped Davy. "The Dolenz matin' dance!??"
"What do you know about this?" Mike demanded.
"Micky told me it's been in 'is family fo' years. It's a matin' dance. The males only do it when they find.." Davy's voice trailed off.
"The perfect mate," Peter finished. Then he began to cry. Davy and Mike could only stare at each other. They had to think of something! Big Peter was a mass of nerves.
Later that evening all the roommates were at home. Mike, Peter and Davy had eaten dinner and cleared the dishes. Mike sat reading through the mail. Davy and Peter were in a tense game of "Go Fish."
Suddenly, Micky appeared at the top of the staircase. He graciously came down the steps, not tripping once. He was dressed in a black tux. He looked the very picture of a gentleman. He held a picnic basket in one hand and a yellow corsage in the other. He stopped in front of Petra's door. As if on cue, Petra stepped out of the room. She wore a yellow formal and she looked like an angel with her hair in golden ringlets of curls framing her face. To top it off she still had that "Tork smile" in tact.
Micky pinned the corsage on his date and offered her his arm. Together, without a word to the shocked roommates, they walked out of the Pad toward the beach.
"Guys!!" Peter cried and began to sniffle.
"I say we follow 'em!" Davy jumped up and said.
"That may be a good idea, shotgun." Mike agreed. And the three, careful to keep their distance set off for the beach.
The setting was romantic. There was a full moon that cast its light on the waves of the ocean. A small fire burned and the table was set with picnic goodies, and a small tape recorder sitting on the side. The two sat looking out toward the water. They had their heads together. From a distance it looked as though they were lost in love thoughts. They were really planning the grand finale.
"Are they here yet?" Petra whispered.
"Yeah." Micky whispered back and drew her near. "I can hear Davy shushing Peter. He's sniffling." With that Micky put his arms around Petra. "Gotta make this look good!" he said.
Petra snuggled closer to Micky and began to giggle.
"I would not believe it if I hadn't seen it. They're really in love!!" Mike gasped.
"Micky, my brother-in-law! Guys!!" Peter wailed.
"Shhh," Davy said. "Ya want 'em to 'ear us??"
Micky stood and pressed a button on the tape recorder. He turned to Petra and extended his hand.
"M'lady, shall we dance? Tonight we shall dance the Dance of the Dolenz," Micky said with a flourish.
"Tis an honor, m'lord!!" answered Petra as she took his hand and allowed him to lead her toward the dance area. ("Randy Scouse Git" plays and the two danced a semi Charleston, then a wild dance to the drums.)
"I always wondered 'bout that song!" Davy said.
"Girl in yellow dress! Oh Petra!!" Peter sniffled.
"Well that's it!! You've got a brother, shotgun. They've done the Dolenz dance!!" Mike said.
"Let's get back to the Pad and greet the happy couple," Davy said as he got up from their hiding place and dusted the sand off his pants.
Mike put his hand on Peter's shoulders as the three walked back to the Pad.
As long as she's happy," Peter managed to say "Oh, but mom!! She sends Petra here for a visit and I get her married!!"
The boys went back to the Pad and tried to resume as naturally as they could before Micky and Petra came back.
"Here they come! Act normal!" Mike ordered.
The two walked through the Pad once again staring at each other. Stars and dimples in tact.
"Now wait uh minute! 'Ow did ya get me trademark?" Davy, who could stand no more, demanded.
"What happened to your smile?" Peter also demanded.
"Hold on!" Mike quickly said. "That's no way to greet these two. Uh, do you guys have anything that you might want to tell us?" Mike continued in a much softer tone.
Petra's smile made her look more like an angel.
"Yes! Yes we do! The most wonderful news!" she gushed as she ran to the chair where Peter sat.
"Peter," she continued, "George Michael and I did the Dolenz dance!! Do you know what that means? We're gonna be related!!"
Peter began to cry.
"Peter! I thought you?d be pleased!" Petra said, pretending shock.
"M'love, he will understand." Micky said. "Give him time to accept us (and then he made a dramatic pause) me!!"
Peter began to cry louder.
"Now hold on! Somethin' here ain't right. You two have been actin' like a couple of kids and now you expect us ta believe you gonna get hitched?! What gives here?" demanded Mike.
"Well, it was you who threw us together," Petra answered Mike flashing her best smile. "That day you made us stand in the corner, we had time to think. You know how well we get along. So, when we went to the beach, we just knew it was to be!!"
"Hey, don't go blamin' me for all this!" Mike sputtered as he put up his hands in defense.
"But, it's true!!!" Petra insisted
"No it ain't!!" Mike continued to protest, turning red.
"Well," Peter said, trying to sound noble, "I accept it. Welcome to the family. . . brother." With that he stood full height and extended his hand to Micky.
Petra and Micky looked at each other and keeled over laughing!
"Wha's so funny?" Davy asked, thinking the behavior of the two rather odd.
"You three are," Micky laughed. "The Dolenz dance!! Guys, you have just been set up by the master.."
"And mistress of pranks!!" Petra added. Micky took a low bow and Petra did her best curtsey. Mike, Davy and Peter slowly began to realize that this was a grand plan for revenge for punishing them like children. They had turned the tables by seemingly acting more mature.
Petra and Micky were so busy laughing that they didn't notice they were laughing alone. The three roommates looked at each other and at a couple of straight back chairs in the kitchen. Without a word spoken, amid the hysterical laughter of the pranksters, Davy and Peter got the chairs and Mike got the rope.
In a quick move, Davy had placed the still laughing Petra in a chair and Peter had done the same to the snickering Micky. Mike tied them together back to back. When they had realized what had happened to them, they began to protest.
"Hey!! What gives?" yelled Petra, wide-eyed and quite serious.
"Man! C'mon guys. Can't you take a joke?" Micky asked after gaining his composure.
"Yeah, we can," Mike said matter-of-factly. "Well, it's time for bed. G'night you two!"
The three Monkees started to their bedrooms. Peter and Davy headed to their room and Mike, looking forward to a quiet night without snoring, headed up the stairs to his room.
"Surely you're not gonna leave us here like this?" Petra asked with a little fright to her voice. "Peter, please help me!!" she pleaded.
"Oh yes we will, Miss Mistress of Pranks, and don't call me Shirley." Peter simply said.
"Man, it was a joke!!" Micky blubbered.
"A good one too, mate," Davy agreed. "By the way, this will give you time to tell me 'ow ya got me trademark in the morning."
"And how you copied that smile," added Peter.
With that, Peter turned off the lights in the front of the Pad and all the Monkees retreated to their rooms.
"It's all your fault, George Michael Dolenz!," Petra said as she struggled with the ropes.
"Me? You went along, Petra Elizabeth Tork!" Micky huffed. The two kept up a great deal of noise blaming each other and scuffling against the ropes.
Just then, the second biggest mistake on record was almost about to take place. Mike's full Texas voice drawled from the top floor.
"Ya'll better lighten' up on the noise. Don't make me come down there!!" he bellowed.
There was instant silence. The two gave up trying to struggle against the ropes. There was nothing to do but try to sleep and face the music in the morning. After all, who knew better than how to tie a rope than a Texan?