Wild Monkee Ride!
On a bright sunny day in River Heights four young men rode around in their red GTO.
"I still don't think Mr. Babbit shoulda kicked us out like that." Davy Jones, a young English boy with brown hair, brown eyes and a short height thought aloud to himself.
"Well, he's been warning us for 6 Months now and we weren't able to pay it." Mike Nesmith, the tall Texan with dark brown hair, brown eyes, a wool hat and a slow drawly voice said while driving the Monkee-Mobile.
"It sure is a good thing Millie remembered about this Carson guy." Peter Tork, the boy with blondish brown hair, brown eyes and a dimple said as he looked at the scenery.
"Yeah, if she hadn't we would be on the street." Micky Dolenz, the fourth boy with brown hair and brown eyes said.
They thought about the day they were kicked out.
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KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK
"OKAY MONKEES, OPEN THE DOOR!!"
"It's Mr. Babbit again." Peter said while he was sitting on the couch while watching TV.
Mike opened the door and Mr. Babbit walked in.
"Hi there Mr. Babbit, what's going on?" Micky said, putting on a big smile.
"Where's the rent money?" Mr. Babbit asked them.
"We have a gig coming up," Said Mike. "We'll have the money soon."
"When is this gig?" Babbit asked him.
"We're not sure, nobody's asked us yet." He chuckled then stopped when he saw the look on Mr. Babbit's face.
"I've had it Monkees, OUT!!"
"You don't mean it." Peter said looking away from the TV.
"Yes I do, OUT!! And never come back!!"
Mr. Babbit left The Pad, slamming the door behind him. What were they to do?
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"Kicked out?!" Asked their friend Millie over the phone. "He can't do that to you boys!"
"He can." Mike said. He was calling her from a pay phone. "And he has."
"Well don't worry boys; you can stay here until you find a place."
"No Millie thanks but you've got enough on your hands right now."
Millie's two friends, Judy and Arthur, were on vacation and their kids were staying at her place. The Monkees loved Millie but wanted to stay away from the kids who had tied them up before and chased them with toy guns.
"Wait, I remember Herman telling me about a lawyer friend of his." Millie said. "Maybe I can find out where he lives and you can stay at his place."
"Would he?"
"Of course, he has a big house and a lovely daughter, she was 5 the last time I saw her. She must be 18 now."
"Are you sure it would be okay to stay with a father and his Daughter?"
"Did you say daughter?" Davy and Micky asked at the same time.
Mike rolled his eyes at his two girl crazy friends.
"Come over and I'll find his address for you, and I can make you some of my home-made cheese cake."
"Okay Millie, we'll be right over." Then Mike hung up the phone.
"Are we staying with a cute girl?" Davy asked.
"I hope she's a blonde." Micky put in.
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"Come on in boys." Millie said as she let them in.
"Where's Larry?" Peter asked.
"He's moving furniture for some singer who moved next door named Vince Furnier. Sit down and I'll bring you some cheese cake."
"Where are the little...kids?" Mike said, pausing for a moment to try to think of what to call them.
"They're asleep." She called out from the kitchen.
The Monkees breathed a sigh of relief, and then Millie returned with four plates of cheese cake.
"You boys have some of my cheese cake and I'll look for the address."
An hour passed and they were still waiting.
"Do you think something's happened?" Micky asked.
"We can go see." Said Mike and they all got up and headed for the attic. They opened the door and saw Millie looking through some stuff in a trunk.
"Hello boys, sorry I'm taking so long."
"That's okay Millie." Davy said. "Want us to help you?"
"That would be great."
They all started looking through the different trunks, boxes and other places the address might be while 'I'm A Believer' played.
"Would you look at that?" Millie said
"Did you find it?" Mike asked.
"I found Herman's lint collection; I haven't seen this in years."
After an hour or two of looking through the dust and clutter and Millie remembering many of Herman's things Millie found a notebook.
"Here it is. Herman always wrote down the phone numbers of all the people he knows."
"That sounds like Mike." Said Davy, remembering the time when Mike was calling everybody about his song and he even called somebody he met on a bus 5 years ago.
"We'll give him a call and see if he can help you out."
They went downstairs then they heard footsteps.
"Don't tell me." Micky said. As he feared it was the four kids, holding their toy guns. They were two sets of twins, Michelle and Clark were the two oldest and Alice and Adam were both the youngest.
"Will The Monkees play with us?" Alice asked, the younger Sister with long brown hair. "We came down here to play with them."
"How did you know we were here?" Mike asked.
"We left a walky-talky down here so we can hear everything that's going on." Adam replied, the youngest boy with brown hair.
"Sure you can play with them." Said Millie, The Monkees put on faces of terror. "I have to call Carson anyway, have fun."
The chase began.
"Excuse me Merton." Said Millie as she moved her toy Poodle, then picked up the phone and started to dial.
Davy tried to hide under the table but Adam was already there. Michelle chased Micky outside and he climbed up the ladder to the roof and leaned agenst the chimney.
"When I said I wanted to be chased by blondes all day I didn't mean 10 year olds." Micky said aloud to himself.
"BOO!!"
Michelle's BOO caused Micky to fall down the chimney. Clark chased Peter around and around the table and Alice already had Mike tied up and gagged.
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"Boys, I've found out where he lives. What happened here?"
Peter and Clark were on the floor, dizzy from going around and around the table, Alice got bored with Mike and fell asleep on top of him, Davy and Adam were asleep on the table and Micky and Michelle were so tired from running up to the roof they both fell asleep near the fire place, Micky covered in soot.
"Isn't that sweet? They should come over and play with them more often. Come on boys, you gotta wake up."
Millie went to each Monkee and woke him up and they all helped get the kids in bed.
"Why do you love getting dirty?" Millie asked Micky, and then she pulled out her piece of cloth and tried to clean off Micky's face. "Why do you get so dirty? Micky never gets dirty."
They chuckled, Millie always calls Mike Micky.
"We have to go now Millie." Micky told her, she was still wiping his cheek.
"You can't go there all dirty like this; they'll think you're a thug or something."
"Don't worry Millie; I'll get cleaned up when we get there." The truth was he didn't want to be mothered over.
"Alright Micky, here's Carson's address, have fun boys. And remember to get cleaned up."
"I will."
"Bye Millie." They all said, and then they left to find Carson.
"Say goodbye Loin." Millie told her toy Parrot.