It seemed like just another day for the boys at 1334 North Beechwood Drive. The sun was shining brightly in the sky and the beach was full of sunny faces. The Monkees were all a part of this seemly ordinary day.
Mike the leader of the group sat in the sand watching his short British friend Davy romancing yet another girl. Micky was in another volleyball game with their bassist Peter, all ordinary pleasures for these boys. Peter served the ball only to have Micky hit it right back over, the ball sailed right over Peter's head and right into the head of a blonde girl that sat close by. As Peter ran over to fetch the ball from the girl he relized that the girl was knocked out cold.
"Micky I think she's hurt badly." Peter cried. Micky ran over to Peter's side to see what had happened.
"Peter don't be silly, she'll be just fine." Micky scooped up the girl and starting carrying her to their pad, Mike and Davy had seen what had happened and quickly followed Micky and Peter back to the pad, Davy totally forgetting about the girl he was once so interested in. Once inside Micky placed the girl on the couch.
"Davy get me some ice stat" Micky said. A moment later Davy returned with the ice. Micky placed it on the girl's forehead where a lump was starting to form. Suddenly the girl's eyes fluttered open. The guys crowded around her.
"What, where am I" The girl sat up with a bolt. She landed back down when she found that she was to dizzy to sit up straight.
"Easy babe, you got hit in the head pretty hard" Mike said.
"It's all my fault mama. I should have been able to get that ball but like always I missed." Tears formed in Peter's eyes once again. The girl grabbed Peter hand.
"It's okay, really I'm fine but who are you all?"
"Were the Monkees, Davy"
Hello!" Davy sang.
"Mike"
"Hello!" Mike sang
"Peter"
"Hello!" Peter sang.
"And Micky" Micky pointed to himself.
"It's nice to meet you all but I have no more question who am I?" The boys all looked at each other with puzzled expressions.