"That's alright. I'll try to help you find him." older Davy said. "Did you try the beach?
Peter nodded. "We also tried the park, everywhere."
"I need to call Mike." Davy sighed.
"He's right over-"
"Not that Mike." Davy said.
"Oh."
Swallowing his pride Davy pulled out his cell-phone and dialed Mike's number.
"Mike?"
"Davy?" older Mike said sounding shocked.
"Yeah, it's me. Um my younger twin is missing. No one knows where he is. He's been missing since this afternoon. Can you help me find him?" Davy asked.
"Sure Dave. I'll help you."
"Thank you." Davy said.
A few minutes later older Mike and the other two older Monkees met the other four Monkees.
"This is all that stupid bartender's fault. He scared Davy away." young Peter sighed.
"He kept telling us we don't belong here." young Micky explained.
"He says that to everyone." older Micky laughed.
"Really?"
"Watch."
The seven entered the bar.
"You're not supposed to be here. You're gonna ruin everything!" The man barked.
"See?" older Micky chuckled.
They left.
"Where is he? A person can't just disappear?" young Mike sighed.
"Hey look! A gas station. Maybe he's in there." young Peter grinned.
"Station! Peter, you're a genius!" young Mike exclaimed.
"Thank you!" both Peters grinned.
"I don't follow." young Micky said.
"Station. Play station. Davy's addicted to play station and there's
one at Vicky's house. He's over there. Come on." Mike said.
Davy meanwhile was laying on Vicky's couch. He was all stuffed up,
his head pounding, and his throat felt sore.
"How you feeling?" Vicky asked.
"Okay."
"Liar. Your accent's thicker." Vicky noted.
Davy sighed. Vicky placed a hand on his forehead. "You're hot."
Davy groaned. "You got me. I feel terrible."
"Aww." Vicky said. She held Davy's beaded necklace. "That's a pretty necklace."
Davy smiled. "Thanks. They're me lovebeads." he frowned. "I mean..."
"Lovebeads. My mom had some of those. Those are what they called beaded necklaces of the sixties."
"Where's Josh?" Davy asked hoping to change the subject.
"Oh. He's at his friend Kevin's. Does Micky really like me or were you just saying that?"
"He really likes you." Davy said sneezing.
"Really?"
Davy nodded.
"Why do I get the feeling you're hiding something?" Vicky frowned.
"I'm not."
"I think you are." Vicky said. They heard someone pounding on the door.
"I'll get it." Vicky said.
Thank you. Davy thought to whoever had come over.
"Is Davy here?" young Mike asked.
"Yeah." Vicky said. All seven Monkees entered.
"Mike?" young Davy smiled.
Young Peter gave young Davy a big hug. "We've been looking everywhere for you. Are you okay?"
"I'm fine. I'm fine." young Davy insisted.
Vicky handed Davy a glass of orange juice. "I think he's catching a cold." she explained.
Young Mike placed a hand on young Davy's forehead. Davy had a mouthful of juice in his mouth when he sneezed. He accidently spit his mouthful of juice all over Mike.
"Sorry." he said giving Mike a sheepish grin.
"Well I had my shower for the day." young Mike laughed.
"I'm glad you found him. Guess I'll head on home." older Mike said.
"You can stay alittle longer." Vicky said.
"No it's getting late."
"Thank you Mike." older Davy said sounding sincere.
He nodded. "You're welcome Davy."
"Why don't we all go out to lunch tomorrow. Say pizzahut." young Micky suggested.
"Okay. I mean if Davy feels up to it. See ya tomorrow." All the older Monkees left.
"Hey Mike. Josh has a new game. Wanna play it?" Davy whispered.
"You're sick." Mike said.
"Yeah, David." Peter added.
"You guys are no fun." he pouted.
"Be right back." Vicky said. She came back and gave Davy a tea spoon of cough syrup.
"Um Micky can I talk to you a minute outside?" she asked.
"Sure." Micky said nervously.
"Remember don't tell her that your from the sixties." Mike whispered.
"Why can't he?" Peter asked.
"Well for two reasons. One she wouldn't believe him. And two it could mess everything up." Mike explained.
"How do you know that?" Davy asked.
"I seen an episode of the twilight zone that was simliar to this." Mike explained.
Micky rolled his eyes. He went outside.
"Do you like me? I mean I think you do."
"I do like you Vicky, but I can't date you. And I can't tell you why." Micky sighed.
"Why not? I'll understand."
"No you couldn't possibly understand." Micky shivered.
"Yeah, I could. Just tell me."
"We're from the sixties." Micky blurted out.
"What?"
"You know those guys that were over at your house earlier?" Micky asked.
"Yeah."
"That's us...we're from 1967. Some guy wanted to know if we wanted to see the future. And we woke up here."
"Wow!"
"Yeah wow." Micky said.
"So that's why Davy called his necklace lovebeads. And why you guys dress and act so different."
"Yeah. Please don't tell Mike I told you. Don't tell anyone I told you. Let's let this be our little secret."
"Okay. I won't tell anyone." Vicky smiled.
"It's also why we can't date. Sometime we will be back in the sixties and you'll be here." Micky sighed.
"Then that settles it."
"Settles what?" Micky asked.
"I'm going back to the sixties with you."