Davy quickly changed into his swimming trunks, grabbed a towel and followed the signs to the beach. It wasn't far and soon Davy was walking on the white sand. A short distance away, he noticed a few beach umbrellas and to his surprise, there appeared to be people underneath them! Quickening his pace, Davy soon approached the nearest person, a blond girl wearing a red bikini.
"Hello, there!" Davy said, flashing his most brilliant smile, "My name is Davy, what's yours?"
But the girl stayed silent, in fact she didn't even move or give any indication that she had heard Davy. The young Englishman had been brushed off before, but never like this! He bent down to get a closer look at the girl. It was then he noticed that the girl wasn't even breathing!
Davy reached out and touched the girl's arm. To his shock, the girl fell over and her head fell off! It wasn't a live girl at all but a mannequin! Davy walked over to the other umbrella and touched the girl lying underneath. It was also a mannequin. A few feet away, hidden partly by a rock, was a video camera.
Slowly, Davy walked away from the umbrellas. When he got back onto the path, he broke into a run back to the suite.
Mike slowly strolled around the grounds, looking for signs of any other guests. Other than the far off music coming from the main lodge and the occasional bird call, it was quiet. Mike came upon a grove of trees, and attached to those trees were hammocks.
"That looks nice." Mike smiled, heading over to one of them. Kicking off his shoes, Mike laid down on one of the hammocks and started to drift off to sleep.
Just as he was dropping off, a leaf from one of the trees holding his hammock fell off and landed on Mike's face. Rolling his eyes, Mike pulled the leaf off of his face and looked above him at the offending tree. It was then that he noticed something odd about the tree. Getting to his feet, Mike looked up and focused on the object hidden among the leaves. It was a video camera! To Mike's surprise, the camera then turned and looked right at him!
Glaring at the camera, Mike pulled his shoes on and marched back to the suite as fast as he could.
Davy burst back into the suite, yelling for Micky and Peter.
"Peter, Micky! Wake up!" Davy shouted.
"What, what's wrong Davy?" Peter asked sleepily.
"I saw some girls on the beach," Davy said quickly, "I walked over and tried to talk to them, but they were dummies!"
"Davy, that's not a nice thing to call somebody." Peter chided, having been called one himself at times.
"No, I mean they were props, mannequins!" Davy replied, throwing his hands in the air.
That remark brought Micky fully awake.
"Why put mannequins on the beach?" Micky asked, "It doesn't make sense."
Just then, an irritated Mike marched back into the suite.
"What's the matter Mike?" Micky asked.
"We're being watched." Mike said angrily. "I was trying to take a nap on a hammock and I saw a camera recording my every move."
"Oh my." Peter replied, putting his hands to his mouth.
"As I walked back, I found other cameras recording what was going on." Mike continued. "I wouldn't be a bit surprised if there was a camera in here."
The four Monkees silently looked around them. Finally, Davy spoke.
"I was on the beach and there were two mannequins propped up like they were real." He said, "Why try to give the impression that there were other guests here?"
"This is altogether too weird for me." Micky said, "I want to go home."
"I second that." Mike replied.
"I third it." Peter said.
"And my vote makes it unanimous." Davy finished, "I'm going to change clothes and then we can get out of here."
Davy walked into the bathroom to change again, the other Monkees gathered up their belongings. Micky looked at a picture of sunflowers hanging against one of the walls. Acting on a hunch, Micky took the picture off the wall, and what he saw nearly made him drop the painting.
Right where the black part of the sunflowers would hang on the wall, there was the lens of a video camera looking right at him!
"Guys." Micky said quietly.
Mike and Peter joined him, silently staring at the camera in horror. Mike pulled his shoe off and slammed his the heel against the lens, shattering it on the first blow. Davy heard the noise and came running over.
"What are you doing...? His voice trailed off as he saw the broken lens.
"Let's get out of here." Mike told the others as he put his shoe back on.
The others nodded, and grabbing their luggage, left the suite without a backward glance.
As they entered the main lodge once again, they were met by a Chinese man wearing the same uniform the Monkee had seen Johnny wear earlier. The man was taken aback when he saw them with their luggage.
"What is wrong, sirs?" He asked in a clipped Chinese accent.
"Where's Johnny?" Mike demanded.
"Johnny is on break." The man replied with a slight bow, "My name is Lee, how may I help you?"
"We want to go back to the mainland, Lee." Davy replied, "Right now."
"Now, sir?" Lee asked in surprise, "Is there a problem? Have we failed to serve you?"
"Yeah, there's a problem." Micky snapped, "We don't like being watched in our room!"
"Or on the beach." Davy added.
"Or while we're trying to relax." Mike finished.
"But sirs, those cameras are for security reasons!" Lee protested. "And to let us know if you need something."
"In our own private room?" Peter asked. "No Lee, I don't buy that."
"Neither do we." Davy said and Mike and Micky nodded their heads too.
"Well..." Lee said with a sigh, "I must radio Howard and have him come back and pick you up."
"Then do it." Mike said, "We're going to wait here for him."
Micky sniffed the air. "Hey, do you smell that?"
The other Monkees sniffed too.
"Yeah, it's food." Davy replied, "Lots of it."
"Oh, the dinner buffet is now open, sirs." Lee said with a smile, "Please, go eat! It will be awhile before Howard can come back here."
Micky had already dropped his luggage and was folowing the sign that said `dining room'. Mike called after him.
"Micky, wait a minute!" He said.
"C'mon, Mike, we might as well get something out of this." Micky replied.
"I'm kinda hungry too." Peter said, putting his luggage down as well.
"Oh okay." Mike said, putting his luggage down, and shaking his head, "Can't argue with Micky's stomach in any case."
Davy put his luggage down and followed Micky, Peter and Mike over to the dining room.
When the three got inside, they found Micky with a plate in his hand, ogling all the food that had been laid out on a central table in the room.
"Wow, look at all this!" Micky exclaimed, grabbing a serving spoon.
The other Monkees had to admit it was quite a spread. There was chicken, roast beef and three kinds of soup, plus lots of pasta choices too. Mike, Peter and Davy grabbed plates and joined Micky at the table.
"I'll bet this room has a camera in it too." Mike quietly told the others.
"Yeah, but all they'll see is us stuffing ourselves." Micky smiled.
Soon, the four had loaded their plates and were seated at one of the dining tables. There were linen table cloths and fine silver cutlery on each table.
"You gotta wonder though," Davy said as the four of them ate, "Why set out all this food for just a few guests?"
Peter shrugged, "I guess they like to take make sure we have plenty to eat."
"But how can they afford it?" Davy pressed, "If there aren't any guests around..."
"Just eat, Davy." Micky said, "Worry about that later at the pad." He wiped his mouth and stood up. "Let's see what they have for dessert."
Micky took a few steps toward the table once again, when he began to feel dizzy. He grabbed the table to steady himself.
"What's the matter, Micky?" Mike asked.
"I think I ate a little too fast." Micky replied, trying to make a joke, but the fact was, the room was starting to spin. Micky's legs buckled under him and he sank to the floor.
"Micky!" The other three shouted, getting up to join him. But they began to feel dizzy too and had to grab the table to keep from falling.
"What's going on?" Peter asked, frightened. "The room is..." He slid to the floor.
"Lee! Lee!" Davy yelled as he sank to the floor, followed by Mike.
The Chinaman calmly walked into the room, totally unconcerned at what was going on.
"Yes sir?" Lee asked.
"Help...us..." Mike stammered as the room darkened.
Lee's leering grin was the last thing the four Monkees saw as they lost consciousness.