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Now that mikes getting a break, its the other monkees turn to get into situations
“Don’t say that..” Davy worried.
“Oh no, we lost our shield.” Micky started biting his nails, “What do you think is gonna happen to us? Vampirism? Tonsillitis? Mike got a lot of requests before he got made to go to the spa!”
“You think they’ll want us to bring back faeries? People are starting to get suspicious of me.” Peter frowned.
“Best not to give them ideas, aha…” Davy smiled nervously.
Whats mike dreaming about?
Mike sat on a lounge chair by the pool, working on his tan when one of the staff members brought him a card.
“Sir, we have a message for you.”
“Oh, thank you. I still get these way out here, huh? Groovy.” Mike unfolded the note and read the ask then he sat up straighter to address the audience, “Oh, uh hello. So, apparently a Monkees fan has asked what I dream about. I assume this is because you guys caught me snoozing on the massage table.
“I have a wide range of dreams. Sometimes I get nightmares. Let’s face it, we’ve had a lot of crazy adventures my mind goes back to. Other nights, I don’t dream at all and I wake up reciting a grocery list or to-do list because my brain doesn’t shut off. Then when I have a real trip of a dream—there was one memorable one about dueling guitarists. One is in a suit and is a real city slicker while the other is a full blown, rhinestone cowboy. The city slicker sings quick and the rhinestone cowboy sings slower, more drawn out. Then they both get shot. Very memorable dream. Hope this answers your question!”
monkees on tour WIN
Yeah ok theres no way peters fully human, at the very least hes a human with powers or like half human or something
“Why does no one believe that I’m human?” Peter frowned and looked at the others, “Am I not convincing enough? What am I doing wrong?”
“You make a very nice human, Pete.” Micky patted his back, “I know you try very hard.”
“I do.” Peter pouted.
Peter!! You gotta be more careful!! Now the birds don't have a home 😢
“Don’t worry. The hawk is rebuilding the nest.” Micky reassured, hiking a thumb back in the direction of where the catastrophe occurred, “I think mama bird got some nest fixings from Peter’s hair…and his beads.”
“I didn’t do it on purpose…” Peter frowned and rubbed his head, looking nearly about to cry, “They had some very not nice things to say to me…”
“You sure you’re not a faerie, man?” Micky squinted at his friend.
Whoops
i made this really late last night and it was honestly a bit funnier then
WOAH A GIANT HAWK
*Big hawk swoops down and grabs peter and flies away with him*
“Gaaahh!” Peter kicked his legs out, his eyes wide in surprise. He looked up at the hawk, “Hey! Hey! Mr. Or is it Mrs…? Uh, Hawk! I don’t know if you know this but I—I got to be down there! We’re having lemonade with Millie! Please don’t keep me, Hawk! Please let me go!”
He should’ve been more careful what he wished for because he was instantly dropped into a tree. He grunted when he fell on a branch with a bird’s nest in his hair, baby hawks squawking and flapping their wings angrily in protest.
Micky and Davy ran after him, screeching to a halt when they found his tree.
“Peter! Don’t worry! We’ll get you down!” Davy cupped his hands and called out to him.
“What are you doing up there?!” Micky asked.
“Enjoying the view!!” Peter screeched, with panicked sarcasm as he tried to get the nest out of his hair.
“I’ll go get a ladder!” Davy zoomed back for the house but Millie went past him, coming up with an umbrella.
“Peter! Now’s not the time to be climbing trees! You’re going to miss dinner! Come on!” She used the hook of her umbrella and took Peter’s ankle before yanking him down.
“Wait, wait, no—ohh!” Peter fell to the ground, the bird’s nest flying out. Stars clouded his vision until he shook his head to snap out of it, “I wasn’t climbing trees, Millie! There was a giant hawk and it grabbed me and—“
“Oh you boys and your stories again.” Millie helped him to his feet then patted his back, “Come along before the ice melts in the lemonade and the food gets cold.”
Davy and Micky turned to each other and shrugged then followed them.
When they got back to the house, Davy went to the phone, “I’ll be right back. I want to call the resort and see how Mike is doing.”
“Ooh, good idea!” Micky grinned.
Davy used the red rotary dial phone then held the device to his ear, “Hello? This is Davy Jones, I’m Mike Nesmith’s friend. We helped check him in to the resort. How’s he doing? Is he doing okay?”
“Mike Nesmith…that’s the fellow in the wool hat, right?” The receptionist nodded in understanding, “Well, he was a little stubborn when he first got in, but I think he’s getting with the program now. So far he’s had a massage and an egg facial. Now he’s taking a steam bath with aromatherapy.”
“Egg facial?” Davy made a face but smiled when he heard about all the different treatments, “That’s really swell. He deserves it. Thank you so much.”
He hung up the phone then went back to the table with Millie and the guys, relaying what she just told him.
“Egg facials?” Peter and Micky looked at each other across the table.
“Oh yeah! I heard about that in the magazines. Supposed to be really nice for your skin. If you boys want, we can have our own little spa day here!” Millie grinned, “I got eggs. I also got avocado for face masks and cucumbers for our eyes! It’ll be fun!”
“Oh no, no, we really couldn’t do that, Millie…” Davy began, the rest of the guys protesting too but after dinner, they all found themselves on the plastic-covered sofa with avocado on their faces and cucumbers on their eyes.
“Wow, it’s like we’re at the spa with Mike.” Peter giggled.
Silver meowed, sitting on the sofa and nomming on a cucumber of her own.
