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tork tuesday!!
the monkees get suddenly transported to a racetrack without warning!
RACE TO THE END!!! OK!!! ONE, TWO, THREE, GO!!!
The four men gasped when they found themselves on the track, looking around and seeing they were surrounded by other racers. They babbled in confusion, pointing out various details and trying to piece together how they got there but there was no time to think. There was a gunshot so they all screamed and ran.
Peter stumbled on his footing and tripped, accidentally causing a few other runners to tumble down with him.
“Peter!!” Micky hollered, reaching behind him but Mike grabbed his arm, forcing him to look forward.
“It’s too late for him, man! He’d want us to keep going! Go!” Mike shook his head and kept running.
Davy tried to follow his advice, sprinting alongside them but he did a double take when he saw a pretty blonde off to the side. Abandoning the race, he went to the fence and immediately started flirting.
“Davy, no!!” Micky reached for him next, letting out a pained cry.
“You know what..? This is stupid. Why am I running? Why am I here? You know what, you go ahead.” Mike waved a dismissive hand and started turning around, “I’m going to get Peter and make sure he’s alright.”
“Mikeee!” Micky cried last but he kept going. He had to keep going!…he didn’t know why, but he did. He raced that much faster and broke through the ribbon at the finish line.
People cheered around him and confetti flew but Micky held a hand to his heart, sniffing as he thought fondly of his friends.
Silver, cats are like used to being near magic, right? Maybe you could help mama bring your friends back? And himself, of course. Here! I have a book on magic! It has pictures
Silver mewed then crawled over to the book on magic. She tilted her head, curiously and squinted at the pages but…she couldn’t read. Even if she could, she didn’t have the height or the opposable thumbs needed to use magic. She was going to need help. She went to the door and pawed at it until it opened then she went down the street to where Millie lived.
“🎶Come on-a my house, my house, I'm gonna give you candy🎶Come on-a my house, my house, I'm gonna give you apple a-plum and apricot-a too-a🎶” Millie sang to herself, washing dishes at the sink when she heard meowing…loudly.
She turned around and furrowed her brows, “Now what on earth is that?”
Millie turned off the water and opened the door, seeing Silver at her feet, looking at her furiously. She squealed with delight and picked her up, “Why, hello there! You’re Micky’s kitty, aren’t you? Goldie? No, no…Silver! That’s it! You coming to visit Mama Millie?”
Silver meowed again, squirming out of her hands.
“Well, don’t be like that! You’re the one who came over to me!”
Silver kept squirming until she jumped out of her arms. She looked at her a long time then took off.
“Well, where you going? You want me to follow you?” Confused, she followed her all the way back to the Monkees’ Pad. When she made it to the door, she knocked on it.
To her surprise, Mike answered the door, but he didn’t look like himself at all. He wasn’t wearing his hat, he was wearing a leather jacket, he looked pale, and he had dark circles under his eyes.
“What do you want?” Mike asked, flatly.
Millie’s eyes widened, “Micky? What happened to you? You look like a wreck!”
“It’s Mike.” He snapped then glanced down, seeing Silver at her feet, “Now where did you go off scampering to? You tryna leave me too?”
Not waiting for an invitation, Millie pushed her way inside the house and looked around, “What happened to your place?! Did you get robbed?!”
“We redecorated, mind you.” Mike replied simply, “Now would you kindly get out?”
Millie looked at him for a while, her brows furrowed. Then she raised a hand and promptly slapped him on the nose.
“Ooh!” Mike cried out and held his nose, tears stinging his eyes, “Now what did you go and do that for?!”
“You’re not being a very nice boy, Michael! I know you and this isn’t you.” Millie shook her head, wagging a disapproving finger, “Now tell me what’s going on.”
“Owww…” Mike whined and rubbed his nose but after the brief pain subsided, the fog had started to clear. He blinked a few times, beginning to think clearly again, “…what on earth have I been doing?”
“That’s what I’m wondering! Silver just came over to my house, meowing and bossing me around until I came here! Imagine my surprise when I see your place is in a mess and you’re acting like a degenerate!” Millie waved a hand at the whole room.
Mike looked around, his features flooding with horror, “Oh my gosh…oh my gosh!!”
“That’s what I’m saying!” Millie scoffed, shaking her head.
“Mr. Schneider!!” Mike hurried over to their dummy and took him down from where they hanged him, “Oh my gosh! What have we done?!”
Silver jumped up on the kitchen table, pawing at some of the cupcake wrappers, trying to give them a clue.
Millie went over to the wrappers and sniffed them before making a face, “Smells like bad apples. Did you boys eat these? Next time you’re hungry, just come over for some of my famous cheesecake. Maybe they won’t make you so crabby next time.”
Mike turned to the wrappers and picked one up, realization striking him all at once, “You’re right!! It’s the cupcakes! They made us bad boys! That’s why…oh goodness. We’ve been really bad…”
He cringed to think of everything they’d done. Mr. Babbitt, Davy’s poor girlfriend, Mr. Schneider, the Chimps—well, they kinda deserved it.
“Where is everybody, anyway?” Millie looked around.
“They all left! I got to stop them before they get themselves into trouble!” Mike tore off the leather jacket he was wearing then found his hat and shoved it on his head, “I got to go now, Millie! Thank you so much for your help!”
“My help? What did I do?” She had a hard time following him, he was talking so fast, he sounded crazy.
“For smacking me on the nose!” Mike replied then picked up Silver, seeing the magic book on the floor. He grabbed that too in case he needed it, then he dashed out the door to find his friends.
I love how Mike is “nobody’s pet” like he told that fae lady who tried to adopt him but then as soon as somebody plays with his hair then haha mind goes brrrr
“He’s just an overgrown cat…” Micky said, reaching for Mike’s head, who leaned away from him, “He acts tough but really, he just wants love and attention like anybody else…”
“Awww, Mike, you want me to play with your hair?” Peter loomed over him, reaching for his head.
“No.” Mike leaned forward and stuffed his hat over his head, “Nope!”
“We’ll get him eventually.” Davy reassured.
what’s davy’s favourite episode? :>
“Hitting the High Seas!” Davy’s face broke out in a huge grin, “I love the adventure of it, you know? I love getting to be outside and see the water. I also love the heroic bits, getting to stand up on a high place with my sword, fencing with the other guy. Felt like such a fun adventure. That was my favorite.”
I know silvy loves her mama nes but is there any monkee she prefers to hang out with more then the others?
“Probably Peter.” Micky admitted, “I love her, but I think I’m a little too hyper. When I get ahold of her, I wanna pick her up and play with her paws like she’s dancing or I wanna hold her up and spin her around. She tolerates me, but I think I can be a little much for her.”
“Silver says she likes me because I can understand her.” Peter said next with a smile, holding Silver up and petting her.
“She’s a good kitty, though. Whenever we have a moment, she’ll try to give the rest of us attention.” Davy reached over to pet her head, “Mike just isn’t good about sharing this one thing.”
Exceedingly off kilter peter day
EVIL monkees be like
Micky GOREenz
VILLAINOUS Davy
Peter HURT
Michael Nesmith
The Monkees had a new lease on life. Now that they didn’t have their pesky morals getting in the way, they truly didn’t feel so restrained anymore. Like anything was possible. The first thing they did was redecorate. Montage of the boys changing the beach house to the tune of, ‘Not Your Stepping Stone’ but with a harder rock sound than usual, mixing with their darker tones in their changed vibes. They tore up the beach house, putting up ripped black curtains to block the sun from coming in, they spray painted the walls, threw streamers around, and they even tied Mr. Schneider upside down from the second floor.
Silver hid underneath the couch, looking at all the chaos in fear, mewing weakly and trembling.
At the door, Davy talked with a girl.
“Davy, I don’t understand…this isn’t like you. Why would you stand me up for our date?” Asked a young girl with freckles and big eyes that were threatening to tear up any minute.
Davy was barely listening to her, holding up a mirror and playing with his hair, “To be honest, love, you’re a little boring. Call me when you’re ready to have some real fun.”
He slammed the door in her face then walked away, not even batting an eye when he heard her crying outside. Of course she was crying. Who wouldn’t be heartbroken at hearing they weren’t good enough for Davy Jones?
Peter was still redecorating, spray painting green dollar signs over their, ‘Money is the root of all evil’ picture. He snickered at the sight of it, happy with his work.
Micky looked at his sparkling potion and smirked. He poured it down the sink then hid behind the couch and covered his ears.
Mike walked up to it seconds later and was about to turn on the faucet when the potion did its work, exploding right in his face. As soon as it did, Micky cackled in satisfaction.
“I knew it would work!”
Mike grabbed him by his shirt and yanked him close so he could glare down at him, “What do you think you’re doing, idiot?!”
Micky blinked, shocked at the tone Mike was using and how he was talking to him. Mike had never talked to him like that before, not even on his angriest day, “I’m just trying to have a little fun! What’s wrong with that?”
“You’re trying to get your face rearranged!” Mike let go of him then turned away and ran a hand through his hair, “You know how suffocating you are, sometimes?!”
“Would you be quiet? How can I get any beauty rest with you lot shouting?” Davy rolled his eyes, going to sit down, still looking in the mirror and admiring his reflection.
“Don’t even start, your majesty.” Mike snarked back, “You’re lucky I never punched you in your perfect teeth long ago.”
When he turned, he bumped into Peter and his spray can. Even though he’d just been minding his own business, he was just in the wrong place at the wrong time.
“And you! You know how sick I am of seeing that dumb face?” Mike shook his fist by Peter’s chin, “Looking at me all helpless like you’re some wounded puppy needing saved! It’s pathetic!”
Peter looked hurt for a moment but the cupcake still in his system, he just glared back, “Maybe I don’t need you to save me all the time! You ever think of that?! Maybe you just poke your nose into people’s lives because it makes you feel needed! But we don’t need you! I don’t know anybody who does!”
Mike’s eyes flashed with rage, “Oh really? If I hadn’t been around to save your butts, you would’ve gotten killed long ago! Maybe I don’t care anymore if you do!”
“Fine by me! Who needs you anyway?” Peter stormed off towards the beach.
“I certainly don’t! You guys have gotten to be a real drag!” Micky went for the door.
“You’re really just holding me back! That’s all you’ve ever done!” Davy shouted next, also leaving for the nearest exit he could find.
“Yeah? Well, I don’t need any of you!!” Mike’s voice was the last one heard, echoing throughout the living room.
Three door slams later, Mike was by himself in their drab and darkened version of the beach house, left in the ruins of their discord. He picked up one of Peter’s spray paint cans then threw it across the room until it clattered in a satisfying way. So much for peace, love, and understanding.
