It was well after midnight when the party began to break up. Peter and Davy decided to go home too, but couldn't find Micky or Mike. Candy directed them to another room and they found Micky asleep on one of the couches. The two Monkees were tempted to join him, but knew they had to get home.
"Micky, wake up!" Peter yelled at him.
Finally, Micky stirred and sat up. "What's the matter?" He asked groggily.
"It's time to go home, sweetie." Candy said with a giggle.
"Do I have to?" Micky whined.
"Yes, Micky." Davy replied, "We gotta go home."
"We just have to find Mike now." Peter said.
Just then, Mike and Julia came inside from the garden. His band mates stared at him.
"Mike...where's your sweater?" Davy asked, raising an eyebrow.
Mike looked down to see he was bare-chested. He quickly covered his chest with his arms.
"It was hot...so Julia..." Mike stammered as he quickly went back outside to retrieve his sweater.
Micky bust out laughing and collapsed back down onto the couch. The other people in the room laughed as well. Peter and Davy just looked at each other.
A few seconds later, Mike came back inside, wearing his sweater.
"What's the matter with you Mike?" Peter asked him quietly, but angrily, in Hebrew, "We need to make a good impression here."
"Oh, don't worry about it." Jynger said, walking over to them. With her was Maggie. "It was an honest mistake."
"Thank you, Jynger." Mike said, then looked curiously at her. "You understood what we were saying?"
"No, but I could guess Peter was scolding you for your behavior." Jynger lied.
"Well I think it's time we headed home, though." Mike said, "Thank you for inviting us. We had a great time."
"Glad to hear it." Jynger replied with a smile. "Let me know when you have a few more songs."
"Sure, Jynger." Micky said, getting up off the couch. "I have an idea for one already."
"Great!" Maggie said. "Let us escort you fellows out."
"How about a goodbye kiss, Micky?" Candy asked him.
Micky took Candy in his arms and kissed her, while Julia, Denean and Kali did the same to Mike, Davy and Peter. Arm in arm, they followed Jynger and Maggie to the front door, where Al was waiting for his vehicle to be brought around by the valet.
The vroom of a motorcycle was heard as a valet brought around a huge silver and black Harley. Mike, who always loved bikes, stared in awe at the machine. Al started to walk over to it.
"That's your bike, Al?" Mike asked, eyes open wide.
"Yep. It's my pride and joy." Al replied, "Just bought it a few weeks ago."
"What a bike." Mike said, shaking his head.
"You like motorcycles?" Al asked.
"Yeah, I have an old one at home I'm always trying to fix up."
"Wanna ride to your home?" Al said, straddling the bike.
"Sure!" Mike exclaimed, walking over to him.
"Where you going, Mike?" Peter asked.
"Al's gonna take me home." Mike replied, "You take the Monkeemobile."
"Why can't I drive it?" Micky asked, a goofy grin on his face.
"No, I think I better drive." Peter answered him.
Mike waved to everyone as Al put the Harley in gear and roared down the driveway. A few seconds later, the Monkeemobile was brought around and the three remaining Monkees climbed in. Davy had to help Micky a little.
"Bye, Candy. Bye Jynger." Micky waved.
"Goodbye, and I'll talk to you soon." She replied.
Peter put the Monkeemobile in gear and pulled away, slowly driving down the long driveway. Myra and Keith joined the group as they waved to the retreating Monkeemobile.
"This has been a fun night." Keith said to them.
"They have nothing on their minds but fame, fortune and luxury." Myra said.
"And love." Kali said with contempt.
"That Nesmith's nothing but a country cracker." Julia sneered.
A butler walked over to them. He features suddenly changed to that of Satan. Jynger, Maggie and Keith bowed to him. The other, younger witches, never having seen their dark master in person, almost fell to the ground in fear.
"Oh get up." Satan said happily, "You all played your parts well tonight. Especially you, Julia. My gargoyles tell me you and Nesmith put on quite a show."
"Thank you, master." She breathed.
"In just a few days time, their souls will be mine!" He laughed, as the clouds above him rumbled.
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Mike made it home a little while before the other three did. He left the front door unlocked and literally fell into bed, falling asleep instantly. Micky, Peter and Davy came home and were barely able to make to their beds before falling asleep as well.
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The alarm clocks rang for seven a.m. It was Sunday morning, time to go to church. But the Monkees turned off the alarms and went back to sleep.