This Just Doesn't Seem To Be My Day

by Lucky Lady Bug
Rated PG

Micky blinked in surprise at the philosophical thoughts Peter was expressing. "Yeah, I guess that could be true," he said slowly. "But they just hung up when Mike said that no Amy lived here."

"That doesn't mean that something else wouldn't have happened if they'd stayed on the line," Peter replied. "It was a missed opportunity." He settled back into his hammock and closed his eyes.

He was just starting to doze again when he heard a loud commotion outside the Pad. Immediately he leaped up, stunned and looking half-asleep. "What's that?!" he exclaimed.

Davy barely looked up from where he was now doing his nails. "It sounds like a car having trouble," he said with a shrug.

"Well, then maybe we should help." Peter stood up and went to the window, looking out. "Hey," he said then, "there is a car out there. And it looks familiar, too." He frowned, scratching his head. "Where have I seen it before. . . ." Try as he might, he could not seem to place it. But perhaps that was because he was still half asleep.

Micky abandoned his books and came over out of curiosity. "Tan Plymouth. . . . Black roof. . . ." He groaned, turning away from the window and looking ill. "You've gotta be kidding. . . ." This was the last thing they needed right now! Micky had hoped that their paths would never cross again.

Again Mike emerged from the bathroom, this time patting his face dry. "Who's gotta be kidding about what?" he demanded, seeing Micky's stricken expression and Davy's and Peter's bewildered ones. He blew out his breath in frustration. "I'm not going to like this, am I?"

Micky shook his head. "No, I really don't think so," he said with a weak smile.

All four of them jumped at the resounding knock on the door. "Who's gonna get that?" Mike frowned, and then sighed. "Nevermind, I will."

But just as he reached to the door, it was thrown open by Mugsy. Mike jumped back, startled, and stared as the mobster entered, followed by Tony and their other friend. Micky cringed, while Davy did not pay much attention and Peter blinked. Finally Mike spoke.

"Well, uh...hi!" the Texan greeted, waving weakly. "It's been a long time...How have you guys been?"

Tony looked at him coldly. "No small talk. You guys are coming with us," he ordered.

"Now, just a minute!" Davy said indignantly, standing up and going over to Tony. They were about the same height, and Davy glared into the criminal's eyes. "Why should we go with you?!"

"Don't ask questions." Tony nodded to Mugsy. "Take 'em."

For the next several minutes the Pad fell into an uproar as Monkees and gangsters alike wrestled, flew across the room, and ended up in a heap on the floor. The Monkees were absolutely baffled by the entire thing. It was not like Tony to suddenly take such an interest in abducting them. He had never wanted to before.

Peter frowned, moving away from the others as they furiously grappled. "Come on, guys, let's not fight," he pleaded. Then he groaned and fell over as something hard hit him on the head. One by one the other three Monkees were also overpowered.

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Micky was the first to begin to wake up. He moaned softly, moving his hand across a rough surface, and then opened his eyes. It was dark all around him. Slowly he sat up, running a hand through his hair and brushing it out of his eyes, and realized that he was in a cell with Mike and Davy. He stared, appalled, and then grabbed each of them by the shoulder. "Hey! Come on, guys, wake up!" he exclaimed.

After a moment the other two groaned. "Don't do that," Mike mumbled, and Davy followed suit.

"We've got trouble!" Micky persisted. "We're locked in a cell and Peter's missing!"

Immediately Mike and Davy snapped to attention. "He's missing?!" Davy cried in alarm. Shakily he stood up and went to the bars, gripping them as he looked out into what appeared to be a laboratory. "Holy frogs' legs!"

Suddenly they heard a raucous, familiar cackle and they all froze. "Doctor Mendoza!" they gasped.

The lights came on, and Doctor Mendoza was standing near the doorway. Peter was standing next to him, a calm expression on his face. The mad scientist laughed again. "Tony and the others did well. You're all going to be part of my experiment!" he declared.

"Experiment?!" Mike said in disbelief. "What experiment?! Come on, man, what's going on here?!"

"What's Tony got to do with it?!" Davy gasped.

"They've all been brainwashed! And now I will demonstrate how even the sweetest person can turn against his friends," the doctor smiled eerily. "I've been making wonderful progress with Peter." He rubbed his hands together. "Show them, Peter."

Peter began moving toward the cell, holding a knife in his hands.

"Wait!" Micky yelped. "Peter, stop! You can't do this!"