(this chapter is rated PG for blood, although there's only a little)
The three Monkees were just about to set up their instruments when they looked at the crowd of teenagers and from the looks on their faces it looked like it was going to be a tough crowd. When they arrived they were afraid that the owner of the club wouldn't want them anymore because their lead singer wasn't with them, but luckily Mr. Thornton was a groovy guy who understood that their friend was sick and needed to rest.
Davy had just grabbed the drumsticks when the young club owner, who was wearing groovy threads and large glasses, came onto the scene. "You cats ready?"
Mike nodded. "Almost Mr.-"
"Thorns!" Davy held up the drumsticks and stared at them with wide eyes.
"I thought his name was Thornton?" Peter looked confused.
"No, I mean thorns!" The British boy pointed at Micky's drumsticks for all to see.
Mike grabbed them and stared at the vines. "Where did those come from?"
"Maybe Poison Ivy likes your music." Mr. Thornton joked.
"Hey." Peter held up his bass. "They're on here too."
The Texan looked at his guitar to find more thorn covered vines that were rapped around the strings. Before they could wonder about them any further the vines on the guitar stretched out and grabbed Mike's hands, pulled his fingers to the strings and forced him to play. Everyone watched as Michael played that guitar of his like there was no tomorrow and as he did they all thought the same thing.
"Psycho-Jello! This guy is better then Jimi Hendrix!" Soon the vines stopped moving and so did Mike and everyone was silent, until the teenagers all stood and clapped their hands while screaming their little heads off. Mike couldn't understand it. How were the vines able to do that?
"Are you okay Mike?" Peter looked at Mike's hands, which were now bleeding.
"That was just outta-sight man!" Mr. Thornton slapped Mike's back, almost causing him to fall off the stage. "I didn't know you could play like that!"
"Neither did I." Mike looked at his hands then at his guitar.
Soon all the young people were crowding around Mike, congratulating him, asking him questions and some of the chicks even asked if he wanted to go on a date with them. After the crowd had calmed down a bit the three boys were ready to play some of their songs, but when they tried to get the vines off their instruments they grabbed The Monkees' hands and forced the three boys to play. The crowd yet wild as they played the best music you've ever heard in your whole life.
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Micky slowly walked out of the upstairs bedroom when he heard the front door open. "If you're a thief then rob our neighbors instead, they have more money then we do."
"Oh ha, ha, ha." Mike laughed sarcastically. "I see you aren't sneezing anymore."
"Yeah, but now I've got a killer of a headache. Do you think one of you could grab the mallet and knock me out?"
"It can't be that bad." Davy carried in Micky's drums.
"It can, and is." Micky put his hand over his forehead and tried to fight the pain.
"Valerie 2!" Peter ran to his plant.
"Who?" Micky asked. "I hope she's a pretty blond."
"Valerie 2 is Peter's plant." Davy told him. "And it's a 'he'."
"Darn it!"
Peter couldn't believe it. Yesterday Valerie 2 looked like he wouldn't survive the night and now he was as fit as a fiddle. Was it just Peter or was Valerie 2 bigger? That didn't matter, Peter was just happy that his plant was alright now.
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