Every horror story starts with a peaceful day and this story is no different. It all started on a very hot summer day in a place called Los Angeles. A young rock 'n roll group, who were known as The Monkees, were doing whatever they could to keep cool. Even Micky, the only member of the group who was born and raised in L.A., felt like he was standing in an oven.
Micky put his hand to his throat. "Please, tell my loved ones how I was done in!" He let out a cough then fell onto the floor.
"Stop clowning around Mick." Mike grabbed a nearby magazine and started to fan himself.
"Please take off that wool hat Mike," Davy begged. "Just looking at it is making me sweat."
"Sorry Davy, but the hat stays on."
Before an argument about the green wool hat could start the front door opened and in stepped Peter, who was holding a small potted plant. "Guys! We need to get some water for this plant, he might be dying!"
"HE might be dying?" Michael continued to fan himself.
"Besides Peter, you know that Mr. Babbit hasn't gotten around to fixing the sink yet." Davy told him.
"Can't Micky fix it?" Peter asked before seeing Micky laying on the floor. "What's wrong with him?"
"I'm dead." He answered. Then he grabbed his throat again, making choking noises.
Peter started to cry. "You're dead?!" Soon the plant was watered by Peter's tears. "But you were my best friend!"
Micky jumped up. "It's okay Pete, I'm alive again. See?"
Instantly a smile appeared on Peter's face. "I'm so glad you're back Micky."
"What have you got there Pete?" Micky stared at the plant. "I hope it isn't an okra plant."
Davy rolled his eyes. "Why do you hate okra plants so much?"
"Long story."
"Guys." The worried look was back on Peter's face. "He needs water."
"Don't worry Big Peter," Micky cracked his knuckles. "I'll get the sink to work."
"Just don't flood the Pad again." Mike warned.
"It's a cinch man." Before anyone could say another word Micky had grabbed his tools and started fixing the sink.
"Where did you find it?" David asked his friend.
"Right outside our door. Maybe it's a gift from someone." The dirty blond haired boy carefully placed the plant on the table.
"Maybe it's from Valerie."
"Yeah," Micky joined in the conversation while he worked under the sink. "I bet she dumped Ronnie and wants you back."
They had all thought that Valerie was the one for Peter, but it became obvious that she saw Peter more as a little brother then as a boyfriend. Peter's friends felt sorry for him. All girls always thought he was cute but not datable. Actually, Mike and Davy sometimes thought that Micky was more upset about this then Peter was because they learned that Valerie was with Ronnie again. They all didn't like Ronnie but Micky seemed to loathe him. Once Micky and Ronnie even sang 'What Is This Feeling' when they ran into each other in the park.
"Just thinking about that guy makes me wanna-!" Micky slammed his wrench against one of the pipes, causing it to break and send a wave of water pouring out.
"Micky!" Davy stayed clear of the small version of Niagara Falls.
Mike, being the strong and powering Texan that he is, stepped into the chaos, grabbed the duct tape and taped the pipe back together. "I thought I told you to not flood the Pad this time."
Micky spit out the water that was in his mouth. "Sorry Mike."
"Guys, he looks worse." Peter stared at his plant again and started to cry again.
Mike, being a leader among men, grabbed one of the cups from the cupboard, removed the tape from the pipe then filled up the glass. After it was full he put the tape back on and handed the cup to his buddy. "That'll take care of it for now."
"Thanks Mike." Peter poured the liquid onto the plant then sat down and watched it, like a mother watching her sick child.
"While you're doing that I'm going to-" Micky let out a loud sneeze. "Get out of these wet clothes before I catch a-aaahhh-CHOO!! A cold."
"I think you've already got one, shot-gun." Mike watched Micky walk up the staircase, who was sneezing with every two steps.
"Did anything happen while I was gone?" Peter asked, his eyes not leaving his plant.
"Yeah, we may have a gig." Davy grabbed the magazine and started to fan himself. "Let's just hope Micky gets better before then."
Right after Davy said this they heard another sneeze come from upstairs. Mike just shook his head while Davy continued to fan himself and Peter petted the plant like it was a new pet.