Time passed, and Julie found a singing job at another club. Yet, when she wanted to tell Brian it was time for her to leave, she found herself unable to. As the days went on, Brian became more and more involved with his experiments, giving Julie little of his time. She wanted to see what he was working on, but after that first time, Brian never let her inside his lab again.
Julie found herself lonely and neglected, and Brian more and more out of touch, yet, for some reason, she could never tell him their relationship was over. Was he using mind control to keep her there? Julie had no idea and no way to find out. Occasionally, she would hear weird organ music come from the lab, the only sounds to come from there.
Finally, one evening, she had decided she had had enough. She would confront Brian and tell him she was leaving. For some reason, she found herself putting on the orange gown she had worn when she had first met him before heading down to his lab. Once again, she heard the weird organ music, but kept on walking down the steps to his lab. To her surprise, the door to the lab was slightly ajar.
Gathering her resolve, she pushed the door open and went inside.
She found Brian, now also wearing a dark orange gown, at his psychedelic organ. There was a bowl of apples sitting on the top.
Next to the organ was an object covered with a dark cloth. His three assistants, dressed in pants and boots, were standing off to the side. Brian stopped playing as Julie walked over to him.
Brian looked in Julie's eyes, and waited for her to speak. When she simply stared back at him, he decided to break the silence.
"Who are you?" He asked slowly.
"I...Am Woman!" Julie sang back forcefully, putting a strong emphasis on the `I'. Brian regarded her for a moment, and then chuckled to himself. He turned to his three assistants.
"It seems my Electro-Thought Machine works quite well!" He said, patting the organ affectionately. Brian and his assistants laughed again as Julie simply stood there watching them, totally oblivious at what just happened. The mad scientist reached over and took an apple from the bowl on top of the organ.
"Now to see if the antidote works!" He handed the apple to Julie.
She took the apple from Brian and took a bite from it. Instantly she glared at him.
"So I've been nothing but an experiment in mind control!" She said angrily, placing the apple down.
"Yes, you've been a lovely test subject, Julie." Brian replied coolly. "But why don't you stay longer with me? Be a partner in my plans?"
"Help you control other people?" She asked.
Brian began playing his psychedelic organ again.
"Yes, and I know just the ones I want to control. Look!"
He pointed to a TV set on a table a few feet away. The TV was connected to a camera that watched the front of the house. Walking along the sidewalk just then were four men whom Brian had noticed walked past his house often: The rock band that called themselves the Monkees.
Brian continued to play the organ and began his soliloquy:
We have the knowledge--evil though it be--
To twist the mind to any lunacy we wish.
Through this Electro-Thought Machine, I'll demonstrate exactly what I mean.
We'll take the means of mass communication, use them for commercial exploitation,
Create the new 4-part phenomena: four simple minds with talent (little or none),
And through the latest fad of rock and roll, conduct experiments in mind control!
On an unsuspecting public they'll be turned!
I'll brainwash them, and they'll brainwash the world!!!!
Brian, his 3 assistants and then Julie began to laugh. The mad scientist slowly began to work his hands up the keyboard of his machine.
"I conjure thee!" He shouted.
"I conjure thee!" Julie sang loudly.
"Ahhhhhhh!" Brian, Julie Clive, Gary and John sang, voices rising.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Outside, walking in front of Brian's house, the Monkees stopped when they heard a strange noise.
"What's that noise?" Micky asked, adjusting the poncho around his shoulders.
"I don't know." Davy replied, "Sounds like it's coming from this house."
"Sounds like some kind of funky organ." Peter said.
"Plus someone yelling." Mike added.
"Maybe we should..." Micky began to say then stopped when he realized he couldn't move! "Hey, I can't move!"
The others couldn't budge an inch from where they stood on the sidewalk either.
"What's going on?" Davy asked.
But there was no answer as the four of them slowly faded from sight?. And found themselves reappearing in a brightly-lit laboratory! The Monkees discovered they could move their heads a little, so now they could see the oddly-dressed people in the laboratory with them.
They tried to speak, but found they could not utter a word.
Brian stopped playing and turned to his assistants.
"Lower the tubes!" He commanded.
Clive flipped a lever and the four tubes that had been hanging from the ceiling slowly began to descend on the Monkees. Gary and John came over and made sure the tubes went over the four men. Finally, the tubes were around each Monkee. Just then, the paralysis that had affected them wore off and they began to bang on the tubes.
Paying them no mind, Brian turned back to his Electro-Thought Machine and began to play.
"What is your name?" He said to Micky.
"I am Micky Dolenz!" Micky shouted at him.
"Wrong! You are now Monkee number one!" Brian replied.
"No..." Micky started to say, but Brian hit a chord on his machine and Micky stiffened.
"I am Monkee number one." Micky said as if in a trance.
"Who are you?" Brian asked Peter, who was in the tube next to Micky.
"I am Peter Tork." He replied, a worried expression on his face.
"Wrong! You are Monkee Number two!"
"No..."Peter began to say, but once again, Brian hit a chord on his machine and Peter stiffened.
"I am Monkee number two." Peter said, zombie-like.
"Who are you?" Brian asked Mike, who was glaring at him from his tube next to Peter.
"I am Michael Nesmith!" Mike shouted angrily.
"Wrong! You are Monkee number three!" Brian shouted gleefully.
"No..." Mike tried to say, but he was cut off by an organ chord and he stared straight ahead.
"I am Monkee number three." Mike said in a monotone.
"And who are you?" The mad scientist asked Davy, who was staring wide-eyed from his tube next to Mike.
"I am Davy Jones!" Davy replied.
"You are now Monkee number four!" Brian shouted back.
"No, I'm..." Davy tried to say, but the organ chord once again came in and he stiffened up.
"I am Monkee number four." Davy replied, a blank look on his face. Brian stopped playing and looked with satisfaction at his captives.
"I see, very good." He said, "Now, let's hear what you have to say collectively."
Brian pointed to a brightly-colored box with a switch on one side.
Julie picked up the box and handed it to him. He pushed the switch to the middle and all four Monkee began to sing their theme song:
"Hey, hey, we're the Monkees..."
Suddenly, Brian pushed the switch up to `ON' and the men in the tubes began to sing faster like a record that had been speeded up.
"And people say we Monkee around, we're too..." Brian pushed the switch to off and the Monkee began to sing slowly, as if the power had been cut to a record player.
"Busy singing to...put...anybody...down."
The four men slumped in their tubes, eyes closed. Brian put the switch box down.
"Well done." He said to his captives, "Now I've got something to say: You're all in my power!"
With that, Brian picked up an apple and took a huge bite.