"We gotta go after 'im." Davy said.
Stephanie was already running to get her coat. Her three sisters followed suit. Mike, Davy and Peter were putting on their coats near the front door when the four girls joined them, pulling on and zipping up their coats.
"Stephanie, you should stay here." Chris said as the girls ran back into the foyer, "Its too bad out. I don't want you falling and getting hurt."
"I'm going to rescue Micky!" Stephanie stated with as much conviction as a seven-year-old could muster.
Despite the serious situation, everyone had to smile at that.
"Well, we'll come along in case you need help." Peter said.
"I found a few extra gloves and scarves." Chris said to the three Monkees. "You'll need them."
Since nobody had expected all the snow, everybody had only light jackets to wear. Still, they bundled up as best they could and headed out the door.
Micky tried for the hundredth time to climb up the steep slope he had slid down only a few minutes before. And for the hundredth time, he failed to get a hand or foot hold and slid back down to the bottom of the ravine. If he wasn't so worried about freezing to death, he would've been cursing the bad luck he'd been having so far. Fortunately, Micky didn't hurt himself when he first landed in the semi-frozen stream, but his limbs were getting stiff from the cold air. He had tried to find another way back up onto the road, but the steep side seemed to extend for a long way in either direction. Plus all the snow and ice made it hard to walk much further from where he fell. Micky tried once again to climb up, only to slide back down.
In desperation, he called out, hoping maybe a passing car might hear him.
"HELP!" Micky shouted, "Somebody help!" Just then, the head of a small girl poked over the edge of the road.
"Don't worry, Micky!" The girl called down, "We'll save you!"
"We who?" Micky asked.
Mike's head joined the girl's. "We the Monkees and the Anderson girls!" He said, "That's we who!"
Micky laughed with relief. "Glad to see you Mike. How you gonna get me up there?"
"We're gonna form a human chain and pull you up." Peter replied, poking his head over the edge.
Mike stood as close as he dared to the edge of the road. Chris, Arlene, Marcia and Stephanie put their arms around him to steady him. Being the tallest and the strongest, he would be the anchor.
Next, Peter took Mike's hand and slowly let himself down the slope until his and Mike's arms were extended. Davy, being lighter, let himself down the slope, holding onto Peter's jacket.
He then took Peter's other hand and continued down the slope until his and Peter's arms were extended. With his free hand, Davy reached down to Micky.
"Grab on, mate." Davy ordered.
Micky reached up, but couldn't grab Davy's hand. He dug his feet into the slope, but still couldn't push himself high enough to grab his friend's hand.
Stephanie saw what was happening. Without a word, she let go of Mike, and started to climb down the slope, hanging on to Peter.
"Steph, please be careful!" Chris said. She didn't' want her youngest sister to go down there, but realized Stephanie was the lightest of everyone. She tightened her grip on Mike to make up for Stephanie's absence.
Stephanie slowly climbed down the slope, hanging on to Peter, then Davy. She took Davy's hand and let herself go down further. Micky was finally able to reach her hand and he quickly pulled himself up to Davy. He grabbed Davy's arm.
Gently taking Stephanie's arm, he pulled her past him up the slope until she got a grip onto Peter's jacket. Stephanie continued to pull herself up the slope until she was safely back up onto the road. Only when she was safe, did Micky start to pull himself up the Monkee chain and onto the road. Davy pulled himself up holding onto Peter, then Peter grabbed Mike's shirt and got himself back to the roadway too.
Everybody let out a collective sigh of relief. Micky smiled at his rescuers.
"Thanks everybody. I thought I was a goner." Micky said, teeth chattering.
"Let's get you inside." Chris said, "Can you walk?"
"Yeah, but I...I'm so cold..." Micky replied.
Peter and Mike put their arms around Micky and began to walk him back to the Anderson's house. Peter took his scarf off and put it around Micky's neck. The Anderson girls and Davy followed behind.