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Monkees text posts part 2
That one Monkees Zine never really came out so here was my drawing.
Whats that puppet thing you guys have in the pad, its kinda creepy
“Well, this is Mr. Schneider. We got him at a garage sale. I thought he was funny and Peter liked the philosophical wisdom he spews out every once in a while.” Micky answered, patting their dummy on the head.
Who blinked.
Welcome home mike!
“Thank you, it’s nice to be home.” Mike replied, drying off the dishes he’d finished cleaning, “Where I can just relax, not worry about tomorrow. You know, and just take a day off. Ugh, Micky left his comic books out again.”
After finishing the dishes, he started picking up some odd things lying around the house where he paused and held his throat, starting to cough some. Weird. His throat was starting to hurt. He shrugged it off,
“Now as I was saying, it’s refreshing to be able to have a lazy day after all the crazy hijinks we’ve been through.”
The rest of the guys watched from the other room and gave each other looks.
“Do you think Mike knows how to relax?” Micky chuckled sheepishly.
“I’m surprised he even knew the word.” Davy retorted.
“I think this is how he relaxes…” Peter added with a worried expression.
Now that mike is back and your rent is paid, i think you all should take some time for yourselves and relax a bit before you inevitably have to go on another adventure or deal with some menace, what do you guys do to relax?
“Kiss a pretty girl.” Davy said, sitting at the kitchen table. He lowered the newspaper he was reading then went to kiss a random girl sitting at the table with him.
“Watch Davy kiss a girl and feel jealous.” Peter rested his face in his hand and pouted.
“Some just light experiments.” Micky answered, going back to his chemistry set and mixing some chemicals together. Stuff had started smoking so Mike took the chemicals and tossed them out the window.
“Stop Micky from doing some, ‘light experiments’ and catch up on some of the chores that need done.” Mike sighed and started on the dishes.
me when i’m fucked in the head (1968)
@henrysblake
I know Micky is getting TESTED with how much Mike is gone recently. If Mike's gone any longer they're liable for another 99⁰ Weakling or Monkees watch their feet episode 😒
“Yes! Here, here, gentlemen!” Back at the Pad, Micky held up a glass bottle.
“Wait!” Peter held up his hands then turned to the audience, “Previously on the Monkees, a mysterious woman has given Mike a love potion so he’d abandon the group right before the Battle of the Bands. The Monkees need to win this so they can pay their rent, and save their friend from natural disaster.”
“We’ve just stolen a bit of Mike’s milkshake that this Veronica May has spiked,” Davy added, “Now Micky is analyzing it with his…scientific abilities.”
“And now back to our show, brought to you by Kellogg’s.” Peter grinned.
“Not really.” Davy shook his head before both guys turned to Micky again, “Say, Mick! What was in that milkshake Mike had back at the dance club?”
“Just as I suspected…a love potion!” Micky shook his head, “Potent stuff. Designed to make even the most hardhearted men turn to absolute Romeos. But don’t worry! I made us a cure! We just need to give this to Mike before he goes to the train station to meet with Veronica May!”
The guys all paused after this thought then turned around, looking everywhere for Mike. They all gasped then turned to the audience again, “He’s gone!”
“Here, guys.” Davy found a note stuck on the fridge. He picked it up then started to read it,
Dear fellas,
By the time you read this note, I’ll be gone for the train station to meet up with my soulmate, a swell girl named Veronica May. I’m sorry for y’all to find out this way, but I’ve never been good with goodbyes.
I think Davy was right. I’ve been too hard on all of you and you deserve a better leader. I’m sure I’ll hear the Monkees on the radio someday and I’ll smile, remembering all the memories we made. Y’all are destined for great stuff, but my destiny is with the most beautiful girl I’ve ever met. Please forgive me, and I wish you the best success in the business.
Your friend,
Mike Nesmith.
“Oh, Peter, don’t cry…” Davy patted his friend’s arm.
Peter sniffled, “W-what about Micky?”
Micky had tears running down his face, “I-I’m not crying! All the chemicals from my chemistry set are just stinging my eyes is all!”
“Oh, who am I kidding!” Davy tossed the note over his shoulder then burst into tears of his own, all three grown men breaking into sobs after reading that note, “I shouldn’t have said all that stuff to him the other day! I’ve always been too prideful for my own good!”
“I should’ve gone after him when he left the Pad…” Micky furiously wiped his cheeks.
“I should’ve donated to that charity commercial I saw on TV..!” Peter cried.
“Stop, stop!” Davy wiped his face off with his sleeve, “W-we can’t let Mike go through with this. We still got time until that competition! We’re going to get Mike and we’re going to give him that antidote Micky cooked up! Right?”
Micky and Peter hurriedly dried their tears, “Right!”
All three men jumped into the Monkeemobile and zoomed to the train station. The place was mostly empty, except for one tall guy in a wool hat, holding a suitcase and checking his watch. Veronica was supposed to have met him already. Where was she?
Mike looked down the street, hoping to see a cab drop her off but instead, he saw his three knucklehead friends in their car.
“Wha—fellas! What are you doing here? You’re going to scare off Veronica May!” Mike looked around them and chewed his lip.
“No, Mike! You can’t do it!” Micky tried to stand up, pausing when his shoe got caught on the seatbelt. He reached down to fix it then awkwardly got out of the car, “Veronica May isn’t who you think she is! She’s used a potion to warp your brain and make you fall madly in love with her!”
Mike made a face, “…run that by me again?”
“It’s true!” Peter said, jumping out of the car next, “She’s a no-good, dirty liar. And she’s just trying to get you out of the way so we won’t make the battle of the bands tonight.”
“What time is it?” Mike checked his watch again, “You guys still have 15 minutes left, you can make it!”
“We don’t care about the battle, Mike! We care about you!” Davy threw up his hands, “So what if we don’t make rent? So what if our landlord throws us out? Or better yet, who cares if we win and make money and become huge stars? It doesn’t…ugh, it doesn’t mean anything if you’re not there with us.”
Mike froze in place, his brows furrowed as he processed what all they were telling him, “What?”
“We love you, Mike.” Micky smiled sadly, “We can’t lose you. Maybe you’ll find a girl someday who isn’t, you know, crazy and trying to deceive you, but until that day comes…we’re just happy being in this band with you.”
“That’s worth more than any girl.” Davy said, genuinely.
Peter nodded in agreement, “Please don’t go, Michael.”
Mike hesitated, looking around for Veronica again. Was what they were saying true? But he loved her. She was beautiful, smart, funny, and everything he’d ever wanted. He thought on her, her face clouding his vision—but the clouds in the daydream faded away to reality, seeing his three friends standing right in front of him. He smiled and checked his watch,
“We have 13 minutes to get to this battle of the bands. Come on, fellas.” Mike told them, taking his stuff and throwing it in the car.
The rest of the Monkees cheered and followed his example, getting in the car and ready to go.
“Oh, Mike, drink this.” Micky reached over his shoulder and handed him the potion, “It should cure your blind love for Veronica. Side effects may include nausea, headaches, and tonsillitis.”
Mike looked at the vial a long time then shrugged and chugged it, pausing when he heard the side effects, “Cause what?”
“Shh, nothing.” Micky twiddled his thumbs and looked off, whistling innocently.
When they got to the concert hall, they saw Veronica May on stage with the rest of her girl group. Except she didn’t have blonde hair this time, but auburn.
“There’s Veronica May! Shoot, fellas, you were right. She was just trying to get me out of the way.” Mike frowned, “…did she change her hair?”
“That’s that girl I was on a date with before I got home!” Davy’s jaw dropped, “She’d been trying to play us from the very beginning!”
“Well, we made it. So, we’ve already foiled her plans. Now all we got to do is what we do best.” Mike smirked at his friends, who took up their instruments and got ready.
Just as the girls were getting offstage, the boys were passing by to go onstage.
“Mike!” Veronica’s eyes widened when she saw him, “It’s you! But you were…”
“Supposed to be waiting on you?” Mike gave her a sarcastic smile, “Yeah, well, I don’t think this is working out. I have a different destiny waiting for me.”
“And don’t think I don’t recognize you.” Davy folded his arms, “Trying to trick me too. Well, you messed with the wrong band, Mary.”
‘Veronica’ rolled her eyes and groaned, “It’s Marie!”
The Monkees just laughed and went onstage where they performed No Time. Thanks to the power of friendship and plot convenience, the Monkees won the battle of the bands and the money to be able to pay their rent.
Later that night, Mike didn’t sleep. He sat on the back porch, looking at the waves and processing everything that happened in the past few days. He couldn’t wrap his head around the fact that he’d been so close to making such a huge mistake.
Davy walked up behind him, his hands in his pockets, “Hey, man, I just…wanted to say I’m sorry about Veronica.”
Mike nodded some, “Yeah. Well, it’s no big deal. It was all pretend anyway, right? Those feelings weren’t real or anything.”
“But I know they felt real.”
Mike laughed humorlessly and sniffed, keeping his eyes on the moonlight reflected on the ocean’s waves, “Yeah. Yeah, they did. I’ve acted like such an idiot these past few days, I’m surprised y’all put up with me. I’m sorry for being such a pain.”
“It’s nothing.” Davy patted his shoulder, “You would’ve done the same for me—I mean—you have done the same for me.”
Mike laughed, this time, genuinely, “I guess so. That’s just what we do, huh?”
Davy nodded, “That it is.”
They ended the conversation with a hug then they walked back inside together.
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