"Well, here we are!" Howard said, all happy again. "Welcome to the Ocean View Resort." He nudged the engine again and put the boat into its slot, then wrapped a rope around a post.
As the Monkees gathered their gear, another man hurried down the path from the check-in center to greet them. He was a tan, middle-aged gentlemen of Samoan descent, wearing a grass skirt, sandals and a shirt and tie. A wreath of leaves circled his head and behind him he pulled a luggage cart with one hand and had a bunch of leis draped over one arm.
"Welcome, welcome!" The man exclaimed as the Monkees climbed up onto the dock, "You are most welcome to our resort! My name is Johnny and I will see you to the desk." Johnny then placed the leis over each of the Monkees' heads.
"Thank you." Peter smiled.
"Thank you for coming." Johnny replied, as he quickly put the Monkees' luggage onto the cart and began to push it up to the main lodge. The four men followed behind and looked at the beautiful plants and trees around them. Unknown to them, there were cameras hidden among the trees, recording everything.
"Nice place." Davy remarked, "Never saw anything like this in England."
Behind them, Howard untied the boat and quickly pulled away from the dock.
Soon, they were entering the resort's lodge. It was a tall, round structure with an atrium in the middle with all sort of exotic plants growing. Johnny quickly took the Monkees over to a desk that had a carved face on its front. Leaving the cart with the men, he walked around the to the back of the desk.
"You're the reservations man too?" Micky asked.
"Yes, there are not a lot of people working here right now." Johnny replied apologetically, "I am doing double-duty right now. Do you have your reservations?"
Mike reached into his shirt pocket and brought out the envelope with the reservations Judy had given him.
"Here you go, Johnny." He said.
Johnny took the envelope, opened it, and looked at the four vouchers.
"Oh, very nice sirs." He smiled, "You have luxury accommodations near the beach." His voice echoed in the large room, as they were the only ones there. Johnny reached into a side desk and pulled out four keys. "Here you are, sirs." He handed them the keys, "Now please follow me." Johnny grabbed the luggage cart and began to walk toward a different door than the one they had entered.
The Monkees looked at each other, then silently followed Johnny, their footsteps echoing inside the room.
They went outside and found themselves on a stone path that curved around smaller huts scattered around the area. Mike tapped Johnny on the shoulder.
"Where are the rooms?" He asked.
"Oh, you're looking at them sir." Johnny replied with a slight laugh, "Instead of rooms inside a big hotel, our guest rooms are separate and individual." He pointed at a door of one of the huts, "See, there is the room number."
A minute later, the group came upon a hut slightly larger than the rest. Johnny pushed the luggage cart to the door.
"Here's your suite sirs." He said with a slight bow.
Mike pulled out his key and opened the door. He went inside with the other Monkees close behind him. Johnny brought up the rear with the luggage cart.
The room had four Queen-size beds arranged around the curved sides of the room. Large windows let in the cool air. The Monkees could smell the sea breeze. Off to the right was a bathroom with a marble sink and golden faucets and to the left was a closet big enough to hold all of their clothes.
"Gosh, this place is nice." Micky commented.
"Yeah, it is." Mike said in awe.
Johnny quickly took the luggage from the cart and placed it in the center of the room.
"Is there anything you need sirs?" He asked.
"No, not right now Johnny." Peter replied. "Thank you."
"Then I will leave you now." Johnny said, "Please enjoy your stay."
"Here you go, Johnny." Davy said, holding out some money for him, but Johnny shook his head.
"Oh no, sirs." He smiled, "Your tips have been taken care of. Have a great day." Johnny then left the Monkees' room, pushing the cart in front of him.
Closing the door, Johnny's smile quickly changed into a smirk as he walked back to the main building.
"So what do guys think?" Peter asked his band mates. "Groovy place, huh?"
"It is nice." Mike replied, plopping down on one of the soft beds, "But it's just so quiet."
"You could almost say too quiet." Micky added.
"I didn't notice any other people besides Johnny here." Davy said, plopping down on another bed. "I think we're the only guests."
"Well, Howard did say business was bad." Peter put in, looking out the window, "Look at it another way: We have our own private island!"
"Leave it to Peter to find the bright spot." Davy said. He got up from his bed and picked up his suitcase. "I'm going to change and hit the beach."
"I think I'll take a nap." Micky said yawning. He lay down on another bed next to Davy's and was soon asleep.
"I'm going to take a look around the place." Mike said, "See what there is to see." "Micky has the right idea." Peter told him, "I'm going to take a nap too."
As the Monkees were talking, they had no idea they were being watched. In a small room inside the main lodge, Howard monitored what was going on inside the Monkees' suite via a TV set up against the wall. There were many other Tvs showing different parts of the resort The door to the room opened and Johnny came inside. Howard moved aside to let Johnny see the what was going on.
They're still suspicious, Captain." Howard said to him.
Captain Crocodile looked at the monitor. "It doesn't matter." He replied, picking up a towel and beginning to wipe the brown makeup off his face, "Those Monkees will soon be the special guests on my new Captain Crocodile show-whether they like it or not!" The Captain's maniacal laugh was deafening in the small room.