Holy monkee mania batman!!! The jokers here!!
“Thank you, guys, you’ve been a wonderful audience. We’re going to take a quick five, I think your host, Mrs. Ruth Ritchie, has some things she wants to say.” Mike said into the microphone then the band started to walk offstage.
“Yes, everyone, we’re going to move into the dining hall for our dinner! Don’t worry! If you enjoyed the music, they’ll be coming back after we eat.” Mrs. Ritchie who invited the band, took the mic to update the audience.
The Joker snarled his upper lip. If only it had been that simple. If they’d stayed in the ballroom then he could’ve just used his device and been done with it but there weren’t any speakers in the dining room. Curse those Monkees!
The Clown Prince of Crime turned to his henchman and whispered something to him before taking off his flower on his suit jacket and handing it to him, “You know what you need to do.”
His henchman nodded eagerly then moved to go inside. Where the Joker was more obvious in his clown makeup, his henchmen just wore turtlenecks, vests, and flat caps. So it was easier for Rocko to go up to the Monkees without raising the alarm. It didn’t take much either, the band was just walking by when Rocko used the flower, now pinned to his vest, and sprayed it into Davy Jones’ face.
“So I said, ‘You’re the rat that killed my brother! I’m going to get you…you dirty rat!’” Micky did his favorite impersonation of James Cagney that the Monkees had heard a million times before.
Mike and Peter just exchanged unamused looks but Davy erupted into a fit of laughter.
Micky smiled, “Well, hey, at least someone thinks I’m funny!”
Davy wasn’t just chuckling or briefly laughing, he was laughing hard. He doubled over and held his ribs, “Oh gosh! Micky—ahaha!!”
Micky’s smile faded, “I mean…it wasn’t that funny.”
Davy coughed a bit and held his throat, but he couldn’t stop laughing.
Mike furrowed his brows, “Okay, Dave, uh, you can stop laughing now…”
“I-I can’t!” Davy choked out through the ‘haha’s. Even though he was smiling, his brows were furrowed because he knew something was wrong.
“Sheesh, and you guys got on me for my hiccups.” Peter commented.
“I think something funny—sorry, poor choice of words—I mean something fishy is going on here.” Mike pulled the guys into one of the rooms in the hallway Mrs. Ritchie said would be their dressing room.
“Guys, ahaha—I can’t stop! Hahaha!” Davy held his head, almost having trouble breathing.
Micky awkwardly patted his back, unsure what to do here, “Uhh maybe think of sad things! The Vietnam War! How poorly Head did in theaters!”
“That time Veronica May tricked Mike, used a love potion on him, and manipulated him!” Peter added.
“Too soon?” Peter smiled sheepishly.
Davy laughed through it all, holding his sides that were starting to hurt. He couldn’t calm down!
“Okay, something is clearly wrong…” Mike furrowed his brows.
The guys all jumped when they heard a knock at the door. Realizing they had company, Micky stuffed a cloth in Davy’s mouth to muffle the laughter then he and Peter stood in front of him to block him while Mike went to the door and opened it.
“Boys, you are just sensational!” Mrs. Ruth Ritchie came in, wearing long string pearls and a fluffy white hat with feathers, “All my girl friends are talking about you! Especially that little British one, they love his singing! They just think you’re too cute!”
She reached up with a gloved hand and took Mike’s cheek, tightly pinching it even until his gums flapped.
“Mrs. Ritchie, that’s terrific…” Mike wobbled some and held his cheek after she let go, “But, uh, what were to happen if say, one of our bandmates got sick? Would we be able to go? If it was something of an emergency?”
“Go?” Her expression went from pleasant to wrathful in seconds, “If you boys back out of your contract, you won’t see a penny from me! I don’t care if you’ve already played a few songs, our agreement was that you’d be here the entire party! And I’ll tell all my friends how unreliable you are! Oh, this lazy generation! No respect for their elders!”
“Wait, wait, wait, wait!” Micky and Peter both protested.
“Yeah, wait!” Mike went to stop her before she stormed out, “Aha, it’s a good thing we’re not calling off! Isn’t that right, fellas?”
“Right! Right!” Micky and Peter both nodded eagerly.
Mrs. Ritchie squealed in delight, “Oh, marvelous! I’m so glad! You boys were just playing a harmless joke then, were you? How adorable, you guys just…monkey around!” She laughed at her little joke, as if it was the most original one she’d ever made.
The rest of the band awkwardly chuckled so Micky took out Davy’s gag so he could laugh along with them. Once the laughter died, Micky stuffed his mouth again.
“Well, I’ll let the talent rest! Ta-ta, darlings!” Mrs. Ritchie left, almost bumping into Bruce and Dick in the hallway, “Oh! Excuse me, Mr. Wayne! I hope you’re enjoying the party!”
“Yes, it’s very lovely, thank you.” Bruce humbly nodded then they passed ways, “I think the Monkees are down here. I’ll knock on the door and see if they’re accepting any visitors.”
“Holy bananas! I can’t believe I’m getting the chance to meet my favorite band!” Dick held one of their records in his arms, practically giddy with excitement.
Bruce went to knock on the door, when he heard the band speaking inside.
“What are we going to do?!” Micky cried, “They want Davy to perform, but he can’t stop laughing!”
“All this started when that fella in the cap held a flower on his vest. I wonder if something sprayed from it…” Mike rubbed his chin, thinking aloud.
“You think someone sabotaged us?” Micky asked.
“That could be but who would do that and why?” Mike asked.
Bruce gasped when he overheard this. He held an arm out to stop his ward from approaching the door, “Dick! The Monkees are in trouble!”
“What’s wrong, Bruce?!” Dick’s brow creased with worry.
“Here are all the clues…laughing gas from a flower and sabotage.”
Dick thought for a moment then gasped, “It’s the Joker! He escaped from jail and came all the way to California! Holy hijinks! What are we going to do?”
“It’s a good thing to always be prepared, Dick. I brought us a little thing for just such an occasion.” Bruce led Dick into the back alleyway behind the event hall, “Go to your watch, Dick, and tap the bat-shaped icon in it.”
He and Dick both pushed the button, their clothes changing from their evening attire to their brightly colored spandex as Batman and Robin!
“Golly, Batman! You think of everything!” Robin grinned.
“Like I said, Robin, preparedness. Always be prepared.” Batman held a finger up then the pair rushed back inside to warn the Monkees.
They returned to their dressing room door and knocked.
“Now who could that be?!” Micky threw up his hands, “Don’t they know we’re going through a crisis? If I see another person behind this door, no matter who it is, I’m gonna—!” He opened the door, his jaw dropping when he saw Batman and Robin standing there. His knees nearly buckled beneath him, “I’m gonna…shake their hand! Gosh-a-Rooney! It’s Batman and Robin!”
Micky hurriedly shook both their hands.
“It’s very nice to meet you.” Batman nodded his head courteously, “But there is no time to lose! Your band is in grave danger!”
“I thought we were in Hollywood…” Peter furrowed his brows, causing the guys around him to shush him.
“I may have overheard that you boys have a problem.” Batman shook his head, “Concerning unwanted laughing?”
“Ahah—what—haha—makes you—hehe—say that?” Davy giggled through the words.
“We think it might be the work of the malicious fiend, the Clown Prince of Crime himself—the Joker!”
The Monkees all gasped and echoed at the same time, “The Joker?!”
“I wonder why they call him the Joker.” Peter wrung his hands together, getting worried now.
“Uhh…because he, heh, doesn’t joke around.” Micky replied.
“That he does not. Not when it comes to mischief.” Batman’s expression was grim—but his mask was always painted that way, “He must have some plan concerning this party here tonight. If I were to bet on it, I’d say a heist. And for some reason, your band is in his way so he’s attacked you first.”
“Then what are we going to do?” Mike asked.
“He wants to stop you boys from playing…so for that very reason, we can’t let you. The show must go on!” Batman rested his hands on his hips, “But don’t worry…I have a plan.”
What will be Batman’s great plan? What will the Joker do next? Fans, this is no laughing matter! Find out soon, same bat time! Same bat channel!
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