Today of All Days!

Mugzy drug the Monkees into an old, run down house that was the gang's hideout.

"Why can't mobsters have nice hide-outs once in a while?" Micky asked no one in particular.

"That's what I would like to know." Mugzy answered. "What do you want me to do with them, boss?"

"Tie them up for now, well figure out what to do with them later." The boss answered. "And hurry up!"

"Ok, boss." Mugzy answered. Then he looked to the guys. "Now, let's make this easy on all of us." He said as he tied up the boys.

"Oh, man. Today of all days!" Mike grumbled to himself.

"Mugzy! Get in here!" The boss yelled from another room.

"Coming, boss!" Mugzy ran to his boss's call.

"Well, any bright idea's, oh great and wise leader?" Micky asked Mike hoping Mike had thought of something.

"Not yet, but give me a minute." Mike answered, deep in thought.

"What do we do until you come up with an escape plan?" Peter asked.

"I'm busy, ask Micky." Mike responded, slightly irritated. What, am I supposed to come up with everything? Mike thought to himself.

"Hows about we play a game?" Micky suggested.

"What game?" Peter asked, happy to get his mind off of being kidnapped by mobsters.

"Um, name that smell?" Micky said just as he realized that the rackety old shack that they had been dragged to had many assorted funny smells.

"Ok!" Peter and Davy agreed.

"I go first!" Peter said just as Mugzy and the boss came into the room.

"Oh, good, we have a volunteer." The boss said in response to Peter's outburst.

"Volunteer for what?" Davy asked, worried.

"For the firing squad waiting outside." The boss answered.

"You mean you're going to kill us?" Micky asked in a very frightened tone.

"Yup." The boss answered.

Peter, Davy, and Micky began to cry. Mike didn't because he hadn't heard anything that had been said past 'name that smell'. He figured, if the conversation was going that way, he would be better off toning it out in order to concentrate on getting his ropes loose and getting out of here.

"Hey, boss. Hows about they join the mob instead?" Mugzy asked, he may have been the muscle of the gang, but he had a heart.

"And how would you like it if I gave you a good kick?" The boss answered.

Everyone collectively cringed.

"Ok, untie them and take them out back." The boss ordered as he got up and left the room.

"Guys! I got it!" Mike excitedly whispered to his friends. "I have managed to get my hands loose. Now, when Mugzy unties the rest of you, attack! I saw where the keys to the car were put, so I will make a run for the Keys, and when I get them, I will come back to help you with Mugzy, then we make a run for it."

"That's your great plan?" Davy asked skeptically.

"You got a better idea?" Mike retorted.

"No." Davy answered after thinking.

"Ok then, ready?" Mike asked.

"Yup!" The other three answered.

Mugzy untied the Monkees, and their plan ensued. Mike got the keys; the guys made a break for the car and drove off.

"I can't believe it worked!" Micky said as he patted Mike on the back. "Now where are we going?"

"To the police, we are turning those guys in." Mike answered.

Peter and Davy had been trying to catch their breath in the back seat of the car when they noticed something was wrong.

"Hey, Mike, stop the car, man." Davy said.

Mike did, and they all got out of the car.

"The back is dragging." Peter said gesturing to the trunk of the car.

"Well, let's see why." Mike said as he unlocked the trunk and opened it.

The four gazed in to the trunk in awe. The mobsters had forgotten to get the money out of the trunk.

"There has got to be at least one million dollars there." Micky stated.

"And how much do you want to bet there is a reward for its return and their capture?" Mike asked.

The four piled back into the car and sped off to the police station where they told the police everything, and received an award of five thousand dollars for the return of the money and the capture of the gang that stole it.

"Good work, boys." The police chief said as he shook their hands. "Is there anything else I can do for you?"

Mike thought... there had to be something he was forgetting. Then it came to him. "Yeah, no one has happened to turn in some keys here, have they?" Mike asked, remembering having to abandon their Monkeemobile.

"Let's go see." The police chief said as he led the boys to the front desk. "Any turned in keys?" He asked the clerk.

"Sure, what kind of car?" She asked, looking at Davy, smiling.

"A GTO." Mike answered.

"Yeah, they just came in. These your keys?" She asked.

Mike had to smile, "Those are them! Thanks!" He took the keys and they all began to head out of the precinct, minus one.

"Davy! Get over here!" Mike called as they left the building.

Davy ran to catch up with them, "Well, I would have to say that this day turned out to be pretty good." He said with a wide smile.

"What makes you say that?" Peter asked, curious.

"Well, the award money, the keys to the Monkeemobile, and the fact that I have a date tonight with a beautiful police clerk." Davy practically danced down the street as the other three just walked, smiling and laughing at their friend's antics.

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