The Runaway Leprechaun

Ginny: You know I always wanted to write a story with Davy and an Irish girl. You see, some of the English and some of the Irish don't like each other very well. I thought it would make a cute story.

 

Joleen: Oh that would make a good story

 

Ginny: *laughing* I even have it planned that she could nickname him "the leprechaun"

 

Joleen Montague: *laughing*

 

Davy: *rolls eyes* Why do I put up with this abuse? *starts packing bags*

 

Mike: Now, Davy...

 

Davy: No! I've put up with a lot in her stories! All kinds of violence, and abuse, and heartbreaks. I've taken it and kept me mouth shut! But I draw the line at being called a leprechaun!

 

Micky: Oh Davy don't be such a drama queen

 

Davy: *places cap on his head, grabs his suitcase and slams the door behind him*

 

Ginny: He wouldn't really leave, would he? I don't want to break up the Monkees. Besides...I'm kind of fond of the lepre...er...the little guy!

 

Peter: No, he's usually back in time for lunch.

 

Mike: He has to he has no other place to go

 

Peter: Also on money

 

Joleen: Yeah money always helps

 

Micky: Well, you know how he sits on the side of the road and tries to hitchhike home.

 

Ginny: Hitch...you can't hitchhike to England!

 

Micky: Yeah, but we haven't told him that. We find it kind of amusing. *snickers*

 

Ginny: Oh that's evil

 

Peter: It wasn't my idea. One time I tried to tell him and they tied me up and put me in the closet

 

Joleen: They did that to you?

 

Peter: And only feed me if I was a good boy

 

Ginny: Micky, how horrible! And Mike...I'm shocked!

 

Mike: Oh what? The other guys can goof off, but because I'm Papa Nez, I...

 

Ginny: I had expected you to have more sense!

 

Mike: *scowl* Now watch it, little lady!

 

Ginny: *pushes past Mike and Micky* I'm going to go apologize and bring him back in, and tell him that he cannot hitchhike back home.

 

*Mike and Micky look at each other and nod, as one they both grab Ginny's arms and carry her to the closet*

 

Ginny: No, no, not this again! Let me go!

 

*They lock her in the closet*

 

Ginny: Joleen! Peter! Help me!

 

Peter: I'm not getting in this again. I do not want to be locked in the closet again

 

Joleen: But Peter *gives puppy dog look* we have to help her

 

Peter: Like I said I will be pleased to help

 

Micky: *crosses arms* and just what to you plan to do about it?

 

*Mike steps in front of the closet*

 

Ginny: *bangs on the door* Listen, one of you go stop Davy. The other one...get me out of here!

 

Peter: Get you out of here...what?

 

Ginny: *rolls her eyes* Get me out of here, please!

 

Peter: *grin* That's better!

 

Joleen: *whispers in Peters ear* I'll go stop Davy you get Ginny out of the closet

 

Peter: Got it

 

Joleen: Fine keep Ginny in there I really don't care. I'm going home now *walks to the door*

 

Peter: Guys let her out. She won't try to stop Davy

 

Mike: Peter do you think we are that dumb?

 

Peter: Well yeah cus you just let Joleen leave to go stop Davy

 

Micky: WHAT?!

 

*Mike runs toward the door to stop Joleen, but the door flies open, smacking Mike in the head and knocking him out*

 

Davy: Why didn't you guys ever tell me that I couldn't hitchhike to England?

 

Micky: *sheepish grin* You never asked.

 

Joleen: Davy, they have Ginny locked in the closet!

 

Davy: They do?

 

Micky: *whistling innocently*

 

Davy: *grin* Good! Guess she can't write her story then.

 

The End

 

Ginny: No wait you have to get me out of the closet.

 

Davy: *winks at the camera* This Time - It's The End