Rating: G
Summary: This is a little skit that I made up in another Monkees group. We were talking about the weather between where I live and where Ginny is and this is what I came up with. Ginny could probably give you a better explaination as to how I came up with this. Without futher ado, here it is.
Ginny's explanation: She and I were talking about the weather around Christmas. I mentioned that we had a couple of Christmases here in FL where it was in the 80s. That's how the story came about. lol.
Krista (Teeth chattering): I th-th-thought sh-eee said it was 80 de- greeees out here?
Mike: In Florida it's 80 degrees. In Pennsylvania, it's below zero you silly woman! Now get back inside 'for you catch your death fo cold! (Mike takes her back inside) There, now, sit down by the nice warm fire and warm up.
Krista: Next time warn me that she's talking about Florida and not Pennsylvania.
Mike: If you had paid attention, ya wouldn't have had to do that.
Krista: But I really wanted it to be 80 degrees out....it's cold here in the winter.
Peter: Hold it! I've got a bright idea! (Peter comes back with a bag of sand)
Micky: Um...what are you doing Pete?
Peter: It's sand.
Davy: Yes we figured that but what are you *doing* with it?
Peter (Smiling): You'll find out! (Peter poured the sand all over the floor)
Mike: I hope you 'tend on pickin' all that up! I just vacuumed the floor.
Peter: You won't need to after I'm done! (They watched as Peter spread the sand out. Then he went back to another room and came out with a nice lounge chair)
Davy: I hate to ask but...what is the chair for?
Micky: It's for flying with.
Peter: Um...no I didn't have enough room for the airplane. (Peter leaves and comes back with an umbrella)
Micky: Peter, what are you doing with the umbrella? It's not snowing inside you know?
Krista: I'm beginning to think he's nuts.
Micky: After all these years you just now figure that out? (Peter stuck the umbrella into the sand and it stood slanted a little from the chair. He leaves and comes back with a little stand) Oh this is getting outta hand. Peter, will you quit? If the landlord comes in here and finds all this stuff, he'll kick us out.
Davy: Um Micky? We're at Krista's home in Pennsylvania...she owns the house. There *is* no landlord.
Micky: Oh, well, make all the mess you want. (Peter left for the kitchen, came back with a jug of lemonade and five glasses filled with ice) Are you finished yet?
Peter: Just about. (Peter went back to the room and came out with a radio. He aimed the lamp toward the chair) There ya go! Now you're in Florida! (Krista sits down) Don't forget the suntan lotion. Gotta be careful of that sun
Mike: Sun..? What sun? That's a light! (Peter gave Krista a pair of sun glasses) Oh now this is just silly.
Micky: Next thing you know he's going to bring in the ocean. (Peter leaves and comes back with a huge thing of water and dumps it all over the four boys)
Peter: GOTCHA!! (Peter runs and they chase him)
Davy (Looking at everyone): This is just another day in the life of The Monkees. Tune in next time when Ginny comes to Pennsylvania and brings the beach with her.