After two hours, Peter quietly woke Micky, who after his two hours were up, woke up Mike for his shift.
As Mike's two hours came to an end, he noticed the top edge of the sun was just beginning to make its way over the horizon. It was time to go.
Carefully, he crept over to Peter and shook him awake, putting his hand over Peter's mouth in case Peter cried out. When Peter indicated he was awake, Mike went over to Micky and did the same thing. Micky finally nodded his head to say he was awake too. Finally, Mike went over to Davy to get him up. He shook Davy's arm and had his other hand ready to put over Davy's mouth in case Davy made any noise. However, Davy wasn't responding at all.
"Davy, wake up." Mike whispered in Davy's ear after several seconds. Still, Davy gave no indication of hearing Mike or having his arm tugged.
"Davy, we know you're tired, but we have to go." Micky said quietly, tugging on Davy's other arm. Still, there was no reaction from Davy whatsoever.
"Oh no." Mike breathed, bending down to put his ear on Davy's chest. To his relief, Mike could hear Davy's slow and steady breathing and heartbeat.
"He's alive, at least." Mike said.
"What's wrong?" Peter asked, beginning to panic, "What's wrong with Davy?"
"I don't know." Mike answered, "Did he wake you for your shift? Was he ok then?"
"Yes and yes." Peter replied, frightened, "He seemed to be ok."
"Lets sit him up." Mike ordered the others. As they did, Davy's canteen, which was near his hand, slid to the ground. The three Monkees looked at each other.
"Do you think...?" Micky asked.
Mike picked up Davy's canteen and shook it. The water sloshing around told Mike it was only about half-full.
"He must've drank from his canteen." Mike stated, his face getting dark, "I told him not to."
"You were right, Mike." Peter said, hand over his mouth, "The Captain did drug our water."
"What are we gonna do now?" Micky asked, "Those guys are going to come after us again soon."
"Davy. Davy!" Mike said, louder than before. "I hate to do this…" Mike whispered, then slapped Davy across the face.
Mike was rewarded with a groan from his English friend.
"Davy, you gotta wake up!" Micky cried.
"So...tired..." Davy whispered, his eyes closed.
"You drank some water, didn't you?" Mike demanded, shaking Davy, "I told you not to drink anything."
"Sorry." Davy whispered, "So...thirsty."
"We can talk about this later...if there is a later." Peter said, "It's getting lighter outside."
"We'll have to carry him." Micky said.
"I got an idea." Mike told the other two. He grabbed his canteen, opened it, then poured its contents on Davy's head. Micky and Peter did the same with their canteens, along with Davy's as well, making sure none of the water went into Davy's mouth.
The cold water bath helped Davy a bit. He was finally able to open his eyes and move a little.
"Any better, Davy?" Peter asked.
"I can barely keep my eyes open." Davy replied, "And my body feels like lead."
"Must've been some powerful drug in that water." Micky remarked.
"You three go on without me." Davy told his friends, "I'll just slow you down."
"Not a chance, Davy." Mike said, "We're going to make it out of this together." He looked at Peter and Micky. "Let's gather up our stuff."
Down below, John was taking the last shift before dawn, when his dog sat up and began to growl. John grabbed his gun and aimed it where his dog was looking.
"Get up." He told the man closest to him, nudging him with the toe of his boot.
The other man was up instantly and woke the other two.
Suddenly coming into the clearing was none other than Captain Crocodile, Howard and Stu. The Captain and Howard had gotten up long before dawn and took the long way to get around the large canyon. The insane kiddy-show host and his companion were dressed in camoflage, wearing backpacks, and carried machine guns.
"Put your gun down, it's only us." The Captain ordered, "I even brought you friend back to you."
"You ok, Stu?" John asked, lowering his gun.
"Got a lump on my head, but I'll be alright." Stu replied.
"Now that the pleasantries are over, where are the Monkees, hmmm?" The Captain asked.
"Up there, boss." John replied, pointing to the mountain in front of them. "No doubt hiding from us."
"No doubt. So let's get moving."
"You're coming with us?" John asked in surprise.
"Oh yes. Seeing how they eluded your grasp yesterday I figured it would be best If I took charge of the matter. The cameras are still rolling. Besides..." The Captain's eyes gleamed, "This is one show I would just love see in person."
"Whatever you say, boss." John replied.
"Oh and another thing." The Captain added, "I'll give a one thousand dollar bonus to whomever kills the first one."
"Sounds good to us, boss." John smiled and then quickly gathered up his gear with the others.
Within a minute, the party was on its way. Far above, Mount Boring Boring gave an ominous rumble.