How did all the treatments go? Did they help Nes relax a little? Are the guys even going to recognize him after all that?
“Bye-bye, boys! Make sure you give Micky that slice of cheesecake I made him! Hope he had a good, relaxing time! Bye-bye! And goodbye Miss Silver.” Millie scratched Silver’s head then waved the band off when it was time to get Mike back.
Peter, Micky, and Davy got into the Monkeemobile and drove off to the resort to pick Mike up. After the couple days they’d had, they were ready to go home and for things to go back to normal.
“Hey, guys!” Mike beamed brightly when he saw them in the lobby, only for them to walk right past him. He made a face, “…guys?”
“Excuse me, ma’am, we’re here for Michael Nesmith.” Davy told the receptionist, “We’re his ride to pick him up.”
The lady looked confused, “He’s…right behind you.”
They all three turned around, looking all over the room until they saw the man standing square in the middle and waving his arms.
“Mike?!” They all reacted in sync.
He laughed, “Well, yeah! Who’d you think it was? I’m gone just a couple days, I take off my hat for five seconds, and now you don’t recognize me?”
“B-b-but you look so different!” Micky went up to him, taking in all the changes, “You don’t have those eye bags anymore! They gave you a haircut! (Not too short, just a trim, just to freshen it up) you’re wearing resort clothes! Your face is glowing!”
“I think that’s all the egg facials they’ve been giving me. Maybe there’s something to that stuff.” Mike patted his cheek and smiled, “But I’ll tell ya what, I missed you guys like crazy.”
Mike and Micky hugged first then in came Peter and Davy, and Silver.
Once Mike had been checked out from the resort and they walked back to the car, they gave Silver to Mike who purred happily and nuzzled his chest.
“Man, did we miss you.” Peter shook his head as he got into the backseat, “Millie’s nice but it’s just not the same.”
“Yeah, Millie makes us work.” Davy laughed some.
“Good, you guys probably needed a little bit of that.” Mike smirked, scratching underneath Silver’s chin.
“We mowed the lawn, we watered her plants, we pulled weeds..” Micky counted on his fingers and let out a sigh, “I almost thought we were going to die a few times.”
“Not to mention the giant hawk that carried me away.” Peter frowned.
“Or the magical glowing cube somebody gave us.” Davy added.
“Some people keep accusing me of being a fae.” Peter rested his face in his hand, pouting now, “Or of not being human.”
Mike made a face, “Do you guys need a trip to the spa now? Do we need to take turns?”
They all laughed but quickly dismissed the idea.
“Millie gave us facials.” Micky replied, “Believe me. We got the spa experience. Besides, we missed you too much to go away.”
“Yeah, I hear that.” Mike smiled softly, “Well, it was a lot but I’m grateful for it. Thank you for making me go. And thank you to the Monkees fan who funded it!”
