#the monkees

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Hhhrrrrggg! You're right... i can't just copy what already happened.. Hmmmm!

PETER is the only one that sounds any good!! *Makes mickys voice sound like peters*

“Well, gee, if you wanted Peter to sing, all you had to do was ask! Instead of changing our voices!” Micky protested, his voice coming out like Peter’s.

“Yeah! I can sing anytime I want to!” Peter added, making his voice sound deep with a southern accent.

“Whatcha doing that for?” Micky turned to Peter.

“I wanted to have a funny voice too.” Peter folded his arms and pouted his lips.

[smeefy-smoofy]

hey do you have that picture of Mike in a wig and dress from Elephant/Television Parts ?

I can’t find it anywhere >:c

I do!

this is actually my contact picture in my mothers phone lmao

[smeefy-smoofy]

the feeling of just...haunting when daddys song starts playing just can't be put into words

[smeefy-smoofy]

non monkees fans will never understand watching a man dance and sing looking happily whilst I'm just sobbing hysterically out of sadness

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mike, do you ever plan on getting silver a counterpart?

“I’ve thought about it, but it’s hard enough hiding her from Mr. Babbitt as it is. Two kittens would just be too much.” Mike shook his head, “Besides, I already got my hands full with the guys.”

In the background, Davy sat at the top of the stairs with a cat toy of a feather on a string, dangling it in between Micky and Peter who playfully batted at it.

Mike let out a deep sigh.

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*ding dong ditchesthe pad*

“Hellooo? How can I help you?” Micky opened the door and looked outside, wearing the apron Mike wore in Monkee Mother. He kept looking around but even though the doorbell rang, nobody was there.

“Gahhh! You kids!” Micky raised a fist, shaking it at the air.

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Hey Micky, there's a show I think you'd like. It's called Circus Boy. The others should watch it too. ;)

“Uh oh.” Micky gulped.

“Yeahhh, Circus Boy…” Mike wrapped a casual arm over Micky’s shoulders with a smirk, “I’ve heard of that movie, it’s supposed to be really good.”

“Oh yeahh…” Davy caught on, smirking too, “I heard the kid in that movie did really good. It was Micky something, I can’t think of the name…”

“His name’s Micky? Maybe you guys are related.” Peter said next, oblivious.

“No, Peter…” Mike sent him a look.

“Don’t worry, Peter. We’ll show you.” Davy patted his back, smiling sympathetically.