"I'll tell you later."
"Well I hate to eat and run but I better head out of here. Are you guys free tomorrow?" older Mike asked.
The older three Monkees looked at each other.
"Yeah. I'm free." older Peter grinned.
"We might not be here tomorrow." young Peter whimpered.
"I'm gonna miss you guys. I don't think we grew up to bad." young Mike smiled.
"Yeah. I still have dimples. You still have some of your fro, and Davy's-"
"Still short." young Micky grinned.
"I'm moving away from you Micky." young Peter backed away as both Davys shot him alook.
"I was kidding! Just kidding!"
After hugging their youngerselves and saying goodbye the four Monkees left. Soon it was just the younger Monkees.
"I agree with you Pete. We don't look so bad." Mike smiled.
"No we don't." Davy added with a grin.
"I always pictured myself weighing four hundred pounds because I eat alot. Nice to know that's not gonna happy." Micky laughed.
They seen the crazy bartender come in with some other guy.
"That's them! They're not supposed to be here!"
"Oh no!" Davy groaned.
"You guys are supposed to be the year 1967!" the bartender barked.
The four Monkees gasped.
"I say they were sent back here to spy!" the other man yelled.
"Achoo!"
"Aha! That boy is sending a code." the bartender said.
"No. He has a cold." Mike explained.
"Oh. So you admit he has a code." the bartender said.
"Achoo!" Davy again sneezed.
"See he's doing it again!" the bartender yelled.
"I have a cold. Can't you hear how stuffed up I am?" Davy asked.
"Let's get out of here." Micky whispered.
The four slowly got up from the resturant and ran.
"Get those kids!" the man with the bartender yelled.
"Run!" Micky yelled.
The four ran. Davy struggled a little bit but soon picked up the pase.
"You okay Davy?" Mike asked.
"Fine."
"That's that guy! The guy that sent us here!" Peter yelled.
They seen a guy with white hair.
"Okay! You sent us to the future now send us back!" Micky yelled.
"What'd you think of it?" the man asked.
"I thought it was really groovy for the most part. Can I take home a playstation?" Davy asked.
"NO!" the other three Monkees yelled.
"Sorry son. You can't take anything back." the man smiled.
"Darn it." Davy muttered.
"Thank you." Peter said. Davy shot him alook.
"Are you ready to go back?" the man asked.
"Yes!" Mike, Davy, and Peter said eagerly.
"What about you son?"
"Micky. Come on." Mike said.
Micky sighed. "I'm ready."
"This will all seem like a dream. You will wake up in five seconds. Five..."
"Davy! Davy! Wake up!"
Davy slowly opened his eyes. He glanced at Peter.
"Peter man. I had the craziest dream. I dreamed that we were in the-"
"The year 2005" Peter grinned.
Davy gave Peter a really scared look. "How did, how did you know that?" he stuttered.
Mike and Micky rushed in the room. "You guys will not believe the dream we had. We were in the year 2005 and Davy was addicted to oh what was it?" Micky asked.
"Playstation." Davy choked out.
"Yeah, that was it." Micky grinned.
"We seen our olderselves. I don't think we looked too bad." Mike grinned.
Davy looked horrified.
"Are you okay?" Peter asked sounding concerned.
"Fi-fine." Davy again stuttered.
"You're not acting fi-fine. What's wrong?" Micky asked.
"We all had the same dream. Am I the only one who finds that strange?"
"He has a point. He also sounds stuffed up, just like my dream." Peter shivered.
They heard a knock on the door.
The four walked out of Peter and Davy's bedroom and answered.
"Hi. I'm-"
The man looked exactly like the crazy bartender. The four screamed and slammed the door.
"All I was going to tell them was their car lights were on. Kids today." the man said shaking his head.