The next morning, the four Monkees drove over to the WXIU studios. They warily entered Junior Pinter's office. Judy was alone in her office and was at her desk waiting for them.
"Oh, you're on time." Judy said, pulling an envelope out of her desk drawer. "Here you go." She said, handing a large envelope to Mike.
Mike took the envelope and looked inside at the contents. Micky, Peter and Davy looked over his shoulder. There were four coupons with the Boring Boring logo on them. On each of them was printed: Good for seven days stay at the Grand Boring Resort, including luxury accommodations, all food, taxes, and gratuities.
"What about transportation to the resort?" Micky asked.
"Look further in the envelope." Judy told Mike.
Mike riffled through the envelope some more and pulled out four more coupons that read: Good for round-trip transportation from Malibu marina to the Grand Boring Resort.
There was also a small brochure with pictures of sandy beaches and grass huts along the shore.
"Satisfied now?" Judy asked, hands folded on her desk. "Any other proof you need?"
"Well..." Mike hedged, looking at his band mates. They looked hopefully at him. "When can we leave?" He finally asked.
"You can leave tomorrow if you want," Judy replied with a smile, "Now that you have the tickets."
"Let me talk it over with the others." Mike said, pulling his band mates to the side.
"What do you guys think?" Mike whispered.
"Sounds cool to me." Micky whispered back excitedly, "We can do our gig tonight and go to paradise tomorrow."
"I thought we were going to Boring Boring." Peter said.
"Yeah, after tonight we don't have any gigs for a few weeks." Davy added, "This would be a great time to go there."
"Ok, let's do it then." Mike said, then walked back over to Judy's desk. "We'd like to go tomorrow, Judy."
"Excellent!" Judy smiled, "Let me call the resort and have them send a skiff for you tomorrow morning at Malibu Marina."
Judy dialed a number and soon was talking to the reservations desk. After a few minutes, she hung up and looked up at the Monkees.
"There will be a boat coming to take you four to the island at eleven o'clock tomorrow morning." She said, "The trip will be about an hour and then you'll be at the resort."
The Monkees jumped up and down in excitement.
"Thanks so much, Judy!" Davy said, running around her desk to give her a hug. The other Monkees followed suit.
"Please, please!" She said, getting flustered, "I need to get back to work. I hope you four have a good time."
"Thanks, Judy! We will!" The Monkees exclaimed as they hurried out the door.
Judy leaned back in her chair, closed her eyes and shook her head. The door to Junior's office opened.
"You did very well, my dear." A voice said, causing Judy to start. It was the man who was in Junior`s office yesterday. He had been inside Junior's office listening to the whole conversation. "They don't suspect a thing."
"I always did want to be an actress." Judy replied, sitting back up, "But I end up working in a TV station for the boss's kid."
"Things don't always work out as they planned, Judy." The man replied with a rueful laugh as he walked over to her desk. "I could've been the most popular kiddies show host in the country, more popular than Howdy Doody or Captain Kangaroo, but those Monkees had to come on my show." He growled, "They ruined me!"
"Yeah, yeah." Judy said. She'd heard this all before many times, "They're on their way to Boring Boring. Now where's the rest of my money?"
"Oh yes, I did promise you'd get what's coming to you, didn't I?" The man said. With that, he pulled a gun out of his coat pocket. He quickly attached a silencer to the barrel.
"What are you doing?" Judy shouted as she pushed her chair back, her eyes wide.
"I'm sorry, but I can't have loose ends. There is too much at stake." The man said, sound mildly apologetic, "Believe me, your sacrifice will help open the door to a new kind of TV programming."
Before Judy could say another word, the man shot her once in the chest. Judy's body stiffened, then slumped in her chair. The man took the silencer off his gun and put both gun and silencer away. He then pushed Judy's chair back up to her desk as a crimson spot appeared on her chest. Tipping his hat to the secretary, the man left the office.
Once outside, the man jumped into his car and sped away. Laughing manically, Captain Crocodile peeled off his fake mustache and threw it out the window. His plan was coming along fine.