"We have a surprise for you." announced young Peter.
"You do?" asked older Micky.
"Yep." the four young Monkees grinned.
The four walked onto a stage.
"Mary,Mary." young Micky whispered.
The young Monkees began to play.
The four older Monkees watched as wonderful memories filled their heads.
"I was quite the little dancer wasn't I?" older Davy smiled.
"You could still dance like that if you tried." older Peter grinned.
"You know Davy when you went back to England, that really hurt. I mean I know we weren't exactly on speaking terms but a goodbye would've been nice." older Mike said. His tone was different from before. He didn't sound angery, but hurt.
Older Davy sighed. "I hate goodbyes."
Where have I heard that before? older Mike thought. Then it hit him.
"I hate goodbyes." a young Davy said. He was close to tears.
"Okay. Welcome to America Davy." a young Micky said close to tears himself.
After shaking his hand Davy moved to Mike.
"Goodbye Mike."
"Be good."
"Be what?" older Davy asked.
"Huh? Oh sorry. My mind was somewhere else. You have a hard time with goodbyes don't you?" older Mike asked. His tone was soft.
"Well I had to say enough of them. I'm sorry Mike. I should've said goodbye. I just didn't know how. You guys meant the world to me. You still do."
Older Peter squeezed Davy's shoulder. "That's sweet Davy."
Davy smiled. "It's true."
The young Monkees seen this and beamed.
"You're a genius Pete." young Mike grinned.
"Yeah. This was a good idea to play for them." young Davy smiled.
"Thank you." young Peter grinned.
The older version of the Monkees smiled.
"You guys thinking what I'm thinking?" older Micky asked.
"Let's do it." older Peter grinned.
The four walked on stage with their young twins and began to perform with them.
The people in the resturant loved them.
"One more!" a woman begged.
"Sorry." older Davy said politely.
"Oh come on ole chap. One more." young Davy grinned.
"If you weren't my younger twin I'd slap you for that!"
Young Davy laughed.
"Alright! One more!" older Peter yelled cheerfully. The crowd cheered.
"We're more popular than the pizzas! Can you believe this!" older Micky exclaimed. The eight beamed.
"Hey Mike?" young Mike called.
He turned around.
"Still think you've lost the magic?" young Mike grinned.
Older Mike smiled. "Not so much."
The eight played three more songs for the crowd then sat down to eat.
Both Davys sneezed at the same time.
The other six looked scared.
"Like we can help it!" older Davy said laughing.
The others laughed as well.
"Micky." Vicky called.
The two walked outside.
"About going back to the sixties with you. I changed my mind."
"What?" Micky sighed.
"I'm sorry. But I kept having these nightmares where I'm in a store and I go to pay for something, and all my money has the year 2000 or 2001 and I get arrested. The cops said they were counterfied bills. Besides what if I can't come back here. I couldn't leave Josh like that."
"What about your parents?" Micky asked.
"Josh and I are moving in with my Aunt Rose and Uncle Frank. They're really nice. That should make my parents happy. They can do what they want now." Vicky said bitterly.
"I'm going to really miss you." Micky said softly.
"I'm going to miss you too." Vicky said. Her voice cracked.
"Goodbye." Micky said hugging her. He gave her a gentle kiss.
"Bye." Vicky said. She walked away.
With tears in his eyes Micky went back to Pizzahut.