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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.
The monkees as ice cream flavors!!
Micky as Superman flavor, Mike as mint chocolate chip, davy as happiness wedding and Peter as banana split or Neapolitan
Going to the beach in a week or two!! Yayyyy
thanks for holding my cube man!! means a lot :)
“Oh yeah, no problem! It’s a very lovely cube too. The light reflects in your eyes well.” Peter gave the cube back and smiled warmly.
Davy and Micky exchanged incredulous looks. Well, that didn’t go quite like they expected. Though they still had so many more questions.
“You mean…it’s not some cursed cube that’s going to send us to another dimension or make a bunch of bad guys want to come after us?” Davy asked, still wary of it.
“Or, uh, turn us into frogs or awaken some dark master?” Micky smiled sheepishly, “Or maybe it’s just a toy. That’s it! It’s a toy! We were getting all worked up over nothing.”
“See, guys? I told you I’m not a complete dummy.” Peter scoffed, “Just a perfectly ordinary, nice person with a pet glowing cube.”
“Oh yeah, totally normal.” Davy looked up at the ceiling.
“I think we’re just paranoid since Mike isn’t here.” Micky scratched the back of his head, “It feels like every time he’s gone, we get into some kind of trouble.”
“We get into some kind of trouble even if he’s here.” Davy pointed out then frowned, “Then again, he normally gets the brunt of whatever trouble because he’s too busy shielding us from it.”
“We just got to make a point to be on our best behavior while he’s gone.” Micky nodded with determination, “We can take a vacation, too! Just have some tea with Millie and maybe read a book or something.”
“Yeah, it’ll be relaxing.” Peter agreed, it seemed like sound logic.
“Oh, boys!” Millie called, coming up with some gardening tools in her hands, “Larry’s out with his mom and there’s still a ton left to do in the house. Could you do me a tiny favor and just mow the lawn for me, pull out the weeds in my garden, and water the plants?”
The guys started to protest and make excuses for why not but two seconds later, all three of them started to vigorously work in her yard, doing the tasks she set them to do. Even Silver was digging in the garden, the little kitten playing with a worm or two. She was probably doing the best job.
Meanwhile, no matter how much Mike protested, he still couldn’t get out of all the treatments the staff put him through. They must’ve been familiar with his kind. The overworked. How many workaholics came in here needing to be gently led to getting some time off? Businessmen who traveled? Busy mothers who never took care of themselves?
“Pardon, I’m a bit of a rookie to this ‘relaxing’ business, but exactly what is all this goop on my face supposed to do?” Mike eyed the esthetician that cracked some eggs on his forehead and started rubbing the raw stuff into his skin.
“The protein from the eggs and the natural ingredients help nourish and brighten the skin.” She replied with the utmost confidence.
It didn’t actually do anything for the skin, but in the 1960s, they believed that.
Mike shrugged, taking her word for it. She probably knew more about this than he did. At least it was an excuse to have another massage. He closed his eyes and sighed. Having learned that fighting was futile at this place.
If there was anything good this lady could do, it was rub. Circles on his cheeks, repetitious motions on his forehead, through his brows and down his nose. It smelled like egg, but he didn’t mind the massaging part.
“I wonder how the guys are doing back at home. I hope they’re getting to relax too.” Mike thought aloud.
Back at the house, the boys all rested against each other, panting and sweating profusely after all they did for Millie.
Silver went over to Davy, licking some of the sweat off of his ankle.
“My arms are sore…my legs are sore…my bones are sore…” Peter mumbled.
“Man, I’m so tired, I think I’m gonna die.” Davy held a faint hand to his forehead.
“Ditto.” Micky sighed.
“Boys! What are you doing standing around for in the hot sun? Didn’t you put any sunblock on? Come on inside, I made you lemonade with mint!” Millie hollered, calling them back inside.
The guys sighed in relief then trudged back inside, Silver hopping behind them and attacking their messy shoelaces.
I say we all make a point of writing to the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame and bombard them, demanding they let the Monkees in. What do you say, men? Will we rally on behalf of our goofy guys?! Who’s with me?!
