"Hey creep!" The teenage voice said. Peter turned around to see his brother, Nick.
"Hey dork! Come here and give me a hug," Peter said, pulling his younger brother in an embrace.
"Nick, where are Ann and Chris?" Ginny asked.
"I think they're still in the arcade," Nick said, pointing in the direction of the arcade.
"Peter, let's go round up your brother and sister," Ginny suggested.
"All right," Peter agreed.
Ann and Chris were deeply involved in a game of pinball and didn't even notice that their oldest brother had entered the arcade.
"Hey," Peter whispered behind them. Two kids turned around with delightful looks on their faces. They rushed to Peter's open arms.
"Peter! Oh Peter, I've missed you," Ann cried.
"I've missed you too dumpling," Peter said.
"I'm too big to be called dumpling," Ann said as she crossed her arms.
"Hey Pete, let's go swimming, no, let's ride bikes, no let's go looking for chicks," Chris said with excitement.
"Hang on Chris. We need to go get settled in before we do anything," Ginny calmly reminded her youngest son.
"Yeah, let's go. I can't wait to introduce all of you to Micky and Davy," Peter said, grabbing his mom's luggage.
After Nick, Chris, and Ann argued over whom was going to sit next to Peter in the Monkeemobile, Ginny finally assigned seating arrangements. Chris grinned from ear to ear as he sat next to his oldest brother. Nick and Ann groaned a complaint.
Getting home had been easier than going to the airport. The morning traffic had subsided and it became a lot easier to pass other cars. Soon, they were back at the pad. Without thinking twice, Mike had walked around to the other side of the car and opened the door for Ginny. He then extended a hand to help her out of the car. Then Mike and Peter got all of the luggage and headed for the door.
Davy, who had heard the car roll up, opened the front door for everyone and greeted them with a hello. Everyone entered the pad, except for Mike and Peter. Peter had motioned Mike over to his side and whispered, "Hey Mike, thank you for being so hospitable to my mom. I mean, you bought her coffee and everything. Well, I really appreciate it."
"Um, no problem," Mike said with an heir of guilt.
Once inside, Peter set down the bags and immediately began the introductions.
"Hey guys, this is one of my friends, Davy Jones. Davy, this is my mom, Virginia Tork; my brothers; Nick and Chris, and my sister; Ann," Peter said proudly.
"Very pleased to meet you," Davy said as he shook their hands.
"Hey, where's Micky?" Peter asked.
"Micky! Would ya get out here? Our company's here!" Mike shouted.
Micky came out of the downstairs bedroom with a handkerchief tied around his head, an apron around his waist, and rubber gloves on his hands. Immediately, everyone broke into laughter.
"Hey, what's so funny?" Micky asked. Peter pointed at him to indicate they were laughing at him. Micky looked down and noticed he was still in his cleaning attire. He became embarrassed.
"Ah! Excuse me," Micky said as he went back into the bedroom. Micky soon emerged again, this time normally clothed.
"This is Micky Dolenz. Micky, this is my mom; Virginia Tork, my brothers; Nick and Chris, and my sister; Ann," Peter said once again.
"Glad to meet you," Micky said, shaking their hands.
"It's so nice to meet you too," Ginny said, shaking his hand. Micky then shook hands with Nick, Chris, and Ann. When Micky shook Ann's hand, she stared up at him dreamily.
"Gee, do you have a girlfriend?" She asked.
"Um no, but I'll bet you've got dozens of pre-teen boys knocking down your door. I don't think you want to pass that up. I'm old and icky, bleech!" Micky said to make the girl laugh.
"You're funny, and handsome," Ann said to her curly headed prince. Everyone began to laugh.
"Gee thanks," Micky replied as he turned fifty shades of red. The guys obviously thought it was funny that Peter’s sister had a crush on him.
"Come on, I want to go do something!" Chris whined impatiently.
"Ok, let's get everyone settled in and I'll show all of you around the area," Peter said, starting to take his mother's bags to his room.
"Hey Peter, did you forget that you have a date with Mrs. Purdy's granddaughter tonight?" Davy reminded him as he looked at the calendar.
"Oh, that's right," Peter said, disappointed. "I guess I'll just have to cancel."
"I don't think that's a good idea Pete. Do you remember what Mrs. Purdy said? She said that Penny was a very sensitive person. You’re liable to hurt her feelings," Micky warned.
"I know, and Mrs. Purdy was so nice to set me up on a date with her, but what can I do? I haven't seen my family for a good six months," Peter protested.
"Now don't you worry son. You go on your date and we'll all go out tomorrow," Ginny told him.
"Or I could show you all around this evening. The offer still stands," Mike suggested.
"What offer?" Nick asked suspiciously.
"Mr. Nesmith offered to show me around town earlier today, but that was before he knew we were going to be his house guests," Ginny said, as she flashed a smile in Mike's direction.
"That Mike is such a good Samaritan all the time. You don't have to Mike, unless you really want to. You'll show them around town even without me being there?" Peter asked.
"You better believe it baby! What a stone fox!" Mike thought to himself. Mike was shocked at what he just thought. He tried to dismiss the idea, then answered Peter's question.
"Yeah, of course I will. I would not have offered other wise," Mike said.
"Whatever Tex," Nick sarcastically muttered, then he thought to himself, "You probably just want to pour the charm on the old lady." Nick didn't like Mike. He felt threatened, as if Mike would encourage his mom's skimpy attire and youthful ways.
"What Nick?" Peter asked his brother, after hearing him murmur.
"Nothing," Nick said, trying to pretend he hadn't said anything.
"Well, I guess it's settled then. Peter will go on his date," Ginny paused and gave Mike a warm smile, "and we'll tour the town with Mr. Nesmith."