"Come along now." Brian said as he led the group over to a dressing room. "John, Julie and Monkees, the six of you will wait here until it is show time."
"You still haven't told me what's going to happen." Julie told him.
"Oh very well." Brian sighed as they went inside the dressing room. He motioned for the Monkees to sit down on the couch and they obeyed, but they did it slowly, reluctantly. If Brian noticed, he said nothing. Turning to Julie, Brian explained his plan.
"It's going to be very simple, Julie." Brian said. "First, though it seems Clive and I had spent only a short time away, we were here in 1956 for several weeks. I rented this theater, hired the Monkees' supporting acts and then did some re-wiring of the sound system."
"For your thought control devices." Julie finished.
"Exactly." Brian replied, "Through the voices and music of the Monkees, I will instruct the crowd to vote me in as Mayor of Los Angeles in next year's election."
"You can't sway an election with just one performance..." Julie said.
"One performance?" Brian interrupted, laughing. "There will be several performances over the next several days! After this, the Monkees will perform on the radio and TV, telling people-through my electro-thought machine-to vote for me!"
"Once you're mayor, then what?" Julie asked.
"After that, Governor of California." Brian smiled, "Ronald Reagan will stay a B-movie actor! Then, with the Monkees' music to brainwash the crowds, I will have no trouble convincing people that a new form of law and order is best for America!"
"One where you rule?" Julie said acidly. Brian looked over at the door to make sure no one was listening , then turned back to Julie.
"Yes, my dear, I'll start with America. By the time we get back to our 'old' time, March 1969, I will be in control of the world!"
"What about the Monkees?" Julie asked.
"They will be the biggest rock and roll stars ever." Brian said, "Even bigger than the Beatles, who are still teenagers in Liverpool right now." Brian replied.
"What about me?" Julie demanded.
Brian looked thoughtfully at Julie for a moment, then said, "How would you like to be the next Queen of England?"
Julie could only stare back at Brian, her mouth open in shock.
Brian chuckled and caressed her cheek.
"Now, be a good girl and stay here with the Monkees, hmm? Oh yes..."
Brian grabbed Julie's purse, opened it and dumped the apples inside into a garbage can. "No antidote for them, dear." He smirked.
Brian knew Julie had the apples in her purse the whole time. He looked over at John.
"Look after them, will you?" Brian asked.
"Of course, sir." John replied.
Brian strode out of the room. Julie despaired as she looked over at the silent Monkees.
"Sit down and relax, Julie." John told her, "There's nothing you can do."
"He's mad, you're all mad!" Julie retorted.
"As long as I get to rule Canada, I don't care."
John replied with a shrug and began to pace around the room, talking to himself. "I think the first thing I'll do is have the money printed with my face on it..."
Julie rolled her eyes and went to stand in front of the Monkees.
They sat there silently, staring straight ahead, blinking every once in awhile. Fighting back tears, Julie ran her hand through Micky's curly hair.
"Oh Micky, please wake up, please." She whispered as John walked over to her.
"It's no good, you know." He said, "They're quite deep under Brian's spell. You can do anything to them and they wouldn't know it." He bent down and slapped Micky's face. Micky's head turned a bit with the blow, but there was no other reaction.
"See what I mean?" John asked.
Julie responded by slapping John's face. "Leave him alone." She demanded.
John rubbed his cheek and put his hand up to slap Julie, when a voice stopped him.
"Hate to interrupt the fun," Brian said from the doorway, "But I'll need John to help me for a moment."
John glared at Julie for a long second, and then followed his boss out of the room. Julie took the opportunity to grab an apple from the garbage can and place it against Micky's lips.
"Eww, Julie." Micky said, pulling away, "Why would I want an apple from a garbage can?"
"Micky!" Julie exclaimed, kissing his cheek, "You're free!"
"Yeah, I am." Micky smiled at her. "That slap from John must've done it."
"Maybe it will work on the others." Julie suggested.
Micky quickly slapped the other Monkees. After a few seconds, Mike, Peter and Davy awoke from their trance. Peter began to cry.
"Why did you slap me, Micky?" He whimpered.
"To free you from Brian's spell." Julie replied, patting him on the shoulder.
"Thanks Julie, now we have to get out of here." Micky said.
"Where's here?" Mike asked.
"The Paramount Theater in Los Angeles." Julie said.
"But that place has been closed for years!" Davy exclaimed.
"Not in 1956." Julie said.
"What?" The Monkees said together.
"Yes, we're back in time." Julie said, "December seventh to be exact. You're going to perform at a show tonight and start his plan of world domination."
"That's what he thinks." Mike stated, a smile forming on his face.
"What can we do?' Julie asked anxiously, "If the four of you run away, Brian could just get another group to do the brainwashing."
Mike motioned the others to gather around him and they began to hatch their own plan.