"Micky's Magical Dream"
By: Mickys411, Lisa and Phoenix Doll Rated PG
One cool fall day, Micky was sitting in his home studio working on some songs for his new album.
However, he couldn't seem to concentrate.
"I just can't seem to come up with a good song," he said to himself chewing on the edge of his pen.
He took a scrap piece of paper, crumbled it up and tossed it into a waste basket.
Micky then stretched his arms out and let out a big yawn.
It turns out he was up late last night coming with some new tunes, and he was still stuck with a case of writer's block.
"Man, I hate when this happens." He said twirling the pen in his fingers.
He yawned once again, and since he felt a little tired, he decided to take a short break.
"Maybe if I shut my eyes for a few minutes, something will come to me."
Micky then placed his head on the desk and shut his eyes.
Sometime later, a tambourine fell off from a shelf, landing right on Micky's head
"Ouch," he muttered waking up and rubbing his head.
He then looked to see that he wasn't in his studio, in fact he wasn't even in his home.
Micky was on the sand of a beach
"Whoa, how did I get here?" Micky said looking around feeling very confused.
Micky walked along the sand figuring out how did he end up where he was.
"This doesn’t make any sense at all." He said.
Just then, something came to Micky.
"Wait a minute, this is Ocean Shore Beach. The only question is, how did I get here if I was in my studio?"
When Micky stopped at a boulder to shake some sand out of his sneakers, he still couldn't understand what was happening.
Just then, a volleyball landed right by his feet.
Within that second someone came over where the ball landed to retrieve it.
"Sorry, I was in he middle of a game and I guess I spiked the ball a bit too hard," said the person picking the ball up.
"That's OK," Micky answered
When the person stood up, it turned out to be a young man in his early 20's. He was dressed in retro looking clothes, and
had brown curly hair.
"Well, I gotta get back to the game," said the young man
As the young man was leaving, Micky couldn't help but find something familiar about him.
"Excuse me, sir, but haven’t I seen you somewhere before?" Micky asked.
"You might." Said the young man, "I've lived here all my life."
"What is your name?"
"George Michael Dolenz Jr., but everyone calls me Micky."
"Wait a minute, that's my name." Micky said
"It's my name as well." the young man said.
He pulled his wallet out of pocket and showed it to Micky.
Micky looked at the ID card and then it hit him.
"It's me,” he said, “Oh my God, I traveled back in time!”
"Hold on there, you said you're from where?" Asked a very confused young Micky.
"I'm you 37 years into the future," replied Micky
"So I'm gonna look like that in the future? Man that's old."
"Watch it, buddy."
"Which reminds me, how in the world did you get here?"
Micky explained that he was trying to write some songs but fell asleep and wasn't sure how he ended up to where he is.
"Man, that is quite some story,” said young Micky, “Can you tell me about this thing called the Internet again?"
"Later, right now I gotta figure out how to get back to the present time," said Micky.
Micky then began to walk off.
"Hey, where ya' going?" Asked young Micky.
"I'm heading back home." Micky replied.
"Where's that?"
"Sherman Oaks."
Young Micky began to laugh.
"What's so funny?" Micky asked.
"There's nothing in that area, but trees, trees, and..."
"More trees?"
"Yea, that's what I was gonna say."
"Well I am you, or you me, whatever I'm trying to say. I'm so used to how the area looks today, I forgot how it used to
be."
"Welcome back to the 20th century."
"Very funny."
"Tell you what, why don't I take you to my place or your place. Great, now you got me confused."
"Thanks, maybe we can figure out some way to get me back home."
Young Micky was still having a little trouble accepting this "older" Micky as being him 37 years into the future. But curiosity
was getting the better of him.
Micky was trying everything he could think of to get himself to wake up. He even went as far as pinching himself very hard,
bringing a small bruise, to his arm and still he was in the past. He started fidgeting with his fingers the exact same time
his younger self did. Catching themselves and a bit embarrassed they stopped at the same time.
"Heh, that's pretty funny", the younger said nervously. He thought he would try something to see if this man was the real
him from the future (in his mind the fidgeting was pretty weird as they were seemingly mimicking each others nervous habit).
"Yeah, it is, in a way." Said Micky.
"Umm, will you excuse me for a bit? I'll be right back."
"Yeah, sure."
Micky figured he would kind of "sneak" a peek around just to take in the living room and see if he remembered any of the
things. Sure enough, he found a diary the younger had left on the sofa table earlier that morning. Micky could just guess
some of the things he'd wrote he was about to pick it up when his younger self walked back in.
Young Micky had seen the older man eyeing his diary, 'Idiot! I can't believe I left that laying out again.' It nearly got
him in some trouble not too long ago when he had invited some of his friends over and forgot it. He decided to leave it for
the moment so not to arouse suspicion that he knew.
"Hey, I got someone for you to meet, if you don't mind". The younger said.
"Yeah?"
"Here kitty kitty...Shorty..."
The sleek black cat strode into the room as if he owned the entire universe.
Micky's eyes became a big as saucers when he saw the cat. He missed that cat something terrible. Bending down, Micky called
to Shorty.
"Come here Shorty B." Micky did some sort of weird click-purr that he trained the cat on in his day.
The cat strode right up to Micky and jumped into his lap purring.
"Well I guess you are me because no one else can do that and get Shorty to come."
"Oh, a test. To see if I was telling you the truth."
"Hmm, yeah, sorry." The younger grinned sheepishly.
"Well, can't say I wouldn't have done the same thing. Because I would have."
"Duh, you're me."
They laughed, settling on the couch.
After about 20 minutes, the two finally managed to keep their laughter under control.
Just then, there was an knock at the door.
"Who's there?" Young Micky asked.
"It's Davy, can I come in?" Said the person behind the door.
"Man, I forgot we were suppose to go to Mike's place and work on the new album."
"Don't worry, I'll just hide and come out after you leave," said Micky.
"Where though?"
Micky got up from the couch and dashed for a nearby door, which just happened to be the bathroom.
"Man, when was the last time you cleaned this room?" Micky shouted walking out of the room.
"I've been busy, so sue me." Young Micky said sarcastically.
"Micky, come on we're gonna be late!" yelled Davy from behind the door.
"Boy, what a pain," muttered young Micky to himself.
"He can be more then that at times." said Micky.
The two began to chuckle.
Just then, an idea came to Micky's head.
"Just open the door."
"But..."
Trust me, I know what you're doing...I'm mean I know what I'm doing.”
Young Micky then answered the door.
"It's about time you answered,” said Davy, “What took you so long anyway?"
"I'm sorry 'bout that Dave, but I have company over."
Micky politely smiled at Davy.
"I don't think we've ever met before." said Davy.
"No you haven't this is...my Mother's cousin from Sandusky, Ohio."
"Pleased to meet you," said Micky.
"Same here." said Davy, "For distant relatives, you sure do look like skillet face here."
Both young and present Micky gritted their teeth through their smiles.
Both Mickys climbed into Davy sports car, and went on their way to Mike's place to see him and Peter to discuss the new
album.
"By the way I forget to ask you what your name was?" Davy said the present Micky.
"It's Steve," Answered young Micky before present Micky could open his mouth.
"Well, we're not too far away Steve, we should be at Mike's place soon."
"Why did you called me Steve?" Micky asked his younger self.
"I like that name, the young Micky said.
"Man, did I really act and think like...the way you are now?"
"Hey don't blame you, I'm just the young, crazy you."
"You sure are."
Moments later, the car stopped in fronted a large, gated yard.
"Here we are,” said Davy taking the keys out of the ignition, “Wait till you see this place, it's groovy looking.
"I know.” said Micky.
Davy turned to look at him in a confused way.
Micky had to come up with a quick line.
"I mean Micky's told me so much about it."
"No I haven't, said past Micky.
Micky gave his past self an elbow jab in the stomach.
"Shut up." He gritted through his teeth.
Davy pressed a button that was on the gate that had a speaker attached.
"Mike," Davy spoke into the speaker, "Micky and I are here, and I hope you don't mind, but we bought a guest with us."
"Who is it?" Mike asked through the speaker.
"A relative of Micky's, do mind if he joins us?"
"Sure, come right in."
Just then the doors of the gate began to open and the three of them walked in.
The two Mickys and Davy walked along the narrow driveway up to Mike's house.
As they got up to the house, a huge, German shepherd dog that was lying on the porch stood up and placed it's eyes focused
on the visitors.
"Easy now, Frak it's only us." said Davy looking directly at the dog.
The dog then seemed more relaxed. Just then, the front door opened and Mike appeared.
"Come on in guys,” he said.
He looked up at present Micky.
"So you must be that relative of Mick?"
"Yes I am." Micky answered.
Mike turned his direction to his dog.
"That's strange, Frak usually growls at strangers."
"Oh really?" asked Micky pretending to not know.
He then remembered when Mike first got Frak, and how he almost got bitten the first time he saw the dog.
"You should have seen what happened when Sonny and Cher where here," laughed past Micky.
Present Micky tried to think for a minute, and he thought about the time when Frak chased Sonny up a tree, and tore up
Cher's jacket to shreds.
"How can I ever forget that night," He said to himself.
Mike then invited the guys inside.
Micky looked around the house, it looked exactly the way it was when he came to visit.
Sitting on the living room floor was a little boy about 3 playing with some toy cars.
Micky knew right away that the boy was Mike's son Christian.
Christian looked up when he saw people entering the room.
He ran up to Davy and Micky.
Ever since Mike first bought Christian to the set, the guys have been like part family to the young boy.
"Who's that?" Asked Christian pointing to present Micky.
"I'm..Steve, and you must be Christian," answered Micky kneeling down to the boy's height.
"Yep I am," laughed Christian.
Micky remembered when ever Mike bought Christian to the set, he always told jokes and sing a few songs to him.
As Micky stood there looking around the room and at the guys, a lot of memories were coming back to him.
"Come on guys, we better ready for rehearsal, Peter will be here soon," said Mike.
"Knowing Peter, he's either stuck in traffic, or has his nose in a book," Davy said with a laugh.
The three gentlemen then followed Mike into his home recording studio.
As the guys were getting ready for rehearsal Peter ambled in.
"'bout time you graced us with your ever charming presence, Pete." Mike said.
"Sorry, traffic was crazy. There was an accident and it took two ambulances and four cops just to get it under control."
"Whoa." Present Micky said.
Peter then noticed the new addition. "Hello, who are you?" he asked looking at Micky with a look of intense knowing.
Young Micky spoke up again. "Oh sorry, Pete, this is my cousin from Sandusky, Steve."
Peter just nodded his head, "Uh huh..." He seemed a bit suspicious for some reason. Present Micky smiled and held out his
hand for Peter to shake. He took it with some reservation but quickly warmed up to the new person. He had a feeling there
was something young Micky wasn't saying about his relative. The similarities were just way too uncanny.
Then Frak walked in with Christian in tow. They strode right up to the older man as if they hadn't just met. "Hi, Frak
wants to play, he wants you to play with us. Can you play with us?" The toddler asked with wide innocent eyes.
How could older Micky refuse that? He always loved playing with the boy.
"Um, well, don't you think you should ask your daddy if it's okay first?"
With eyes wide and pleading he walked up to Mike, "Please Daddy..."
"Okay, buddy, if it's all right with Steve, it's okay with me."
Christian and present Micky played till it was time for his nap. Then after the child had begged him to sing him a song
before going to sleep, present Micky was free to go back to the studio where the rest were rehearsing.
After rehearsal, they all ambled out to the pool.
Peter pulled young Micky to the side while Mike and Davy chatted with present Micky.
"So, Mick, that's your cousin, huh?"
"Yeah, Pete, that's my cousin." He stopped and looked at his friend, the look in his eyes was telling him he didn't believe
him.
"Uh, why don't I get us some drinks? Said past Micky to the gang, “Say Peter, why don't you give me a hand?"
"Now wait a minute..." said Peter.
Before he could finish talking, Micky pulled Peter by the arm and took him in to he kitchen that was connected to the pool
area.
"OK Mick, spill it." said Peter.
Micky sounded a bit confused.
"'Bout what?" he asked.
"You know what I'm talking about."
Micky took a deep breath and began to explain everything.
"You're right, Peter, Steve isn't my cousin. He's my long, lost uncle."
He looked at Peter in the eye, but he still had a suspicious stare.
"OK, here's the deal, that's not my uncle, cousin or any member of my family."
"Then who is he?" asked Peter.
"He's...me from he future."
Peter stood there in shock for quite sometime before he could say another word.
"You're joking right? It's another one of your jokes?" said Peter.
"Do I look like I'm joking?" Said Micky who had a real serious look on his face.
He then told Peter of how present Micky got to their time, and he was also keeping the secret from Mike and Davy.
Just then, the two heard a voice came from behind them.
"Hey, Davy is wondering what happened to his drink." Said present Micky entering the room.
He saw that Peter was giving him a glare.
"What's going on here?" he asked.
"That's what I want to know Micky Dolenz, if that is your real name?" said Peter.
Present Micky began to gulp and some wiped some sweat that began to trickle from his forehead.
"I...I...I better be going now," said present Micky dashing through house and out the door.
Just then, Davy and Mike entered the kitchen.
"What's all the commotion in here?" asked Mike.
"And where's Steve? I thought he came in here looking for you?" Said Davy.
"Why don't you ask Micky?” Said Peter.
The guys turned to past Micky.
"Guys, there's something I have to tell you." Said Micky.
"He's what?!" exclaimed Mike, after Micky explaining everything to the guys.
"He's me 37 years into the future." said Micky.
"I know the image was uncanny." said Davy.
"We got to find him, before he changes the past, present, and future." said Peter.
"No,” said Micky, “I have to take of this myself."
"Then we're coming along to help." said Davy.
"I'll stay here in case he comes back," said Mike.
At that moment, Davy, Micky and Peter went out in search of the present Micky.
Present Micky ran down the driveway, past a silent Frak, and out onto the road in front of Mike's house. He looked up and
down the street, then started at a jog down the hill. Present Micky didn't want to just run out on his younger self and his
friends but somehow Peter had caught on to him. How could Peter have known he wasn't a 'cousin'? Present Micky didn't want
to stick around to find out. By now his younger self probably had told the others the truth and it was anybody's guess if
they would believe the younger Micky. For all he knew they might be calling the police right now-or a sanitarium-and report
him as a loony. Present Micky knew there would be no way to explain how he ended up in the past and he might be committed.
Scenes from the as-yet unfilmed One Flew Over the Cookoo's Nest starring his friend Jack Nickelson flashed in his head. Present
Micky shook his head. He had to concentrate on where he was. He had already decided to go back to the beach where he had met
his younger self and hope something will happen. He wanted to go back to his time.
"Pete how did you know something was wrong with 'Steve'?" Davy asked as he and Peter and the younger Micky stood on the
street outside Mike's house seeing if they could spot Micky's older self.
"I just got a bad vibe I guess you could say." Peter replied, "Reading the I CHING and other oriental writings has made
me more aware of a person's aura."
"Can we stop the mystical teachings and see where my older self went?" Younger Micky said looking up and down the street.
"He couldn't have gotten far being so much older than us." For most young people during the '60's, anybody over 30 was old.
"Well, he probably went down the street, back to the main highway, where he could catch a bus or something." Davy replied.
"Good thinking." Younger Mickey replied, "Let's take the car and see if we can catch up to him."
The three young men jumped into the car, Peter taking the wheel, and sped off down the road. They soon reached an intersection
and debated what to do next. The older Micky was nowhere to be seen.
"Where could he have gone to so fast?" Peter asked.
"If he's heading for the main road he would've gone right." Davy replied pointing to his right out the open window. "He
sure can move fast."
"If he even came this way." The younger Micky replied.
"Let's go to the right." Davy said. "He might be walking in the back woods behind the houses."
Peter checked for traffic and turned right. Several seconds after the car had left, the Present Mickey poked his head from
behind a large tree that grew at one of the intersection's corners. He had heard the roar of a car engine coming from behind
and guessed-rightly-that the younger Micky and his friends were looking for him. Fortunately the tree he ducked behind was
still alive during this time. In his own time, the tree had been hit by lightning and cut down. Present Micky allowed himself
a small smile. He eluded his pursuers-for now-but was no closer to getting back to his own time. He remembered there was another
street that ran parallel to the one the younger Micky and his friends had taken. He'd take that street to the highway and
hopefully find a bus or a cab that could take him back to the beach. Making sure the car hadn't come back around, Present
Micky set off once again for the highway.
Micky kept running, until he stopped suddenly.
"What's this?" Micky then looked down to see that he stepped into some cement, which was begining to dry.
"Ah, man." he sighed.
He tried to break free, but he was completely stuck in. Just then, Micky heard a noise that sounded like a car.
"I gotta get out of this stuff."
A few seconds later, a car did pull around the bend. It was indeed past Micky, with Davy and Peter.
"I thought I saw him coming this way." Said Davy sitting in the back seat.
The guys looked around the area and saw nothing but a pair of sneakers stuck in a freshly made pavement.
"Must have been some movement in the bushes." Said Peter, driving down the street.
As the car drove off, present Micky poked his head out off some bushes he was hiding in.
"Whew, that was close." He said climbing out.
It turned out, the only way he could get out of the cement was to slip out of his shoes.
Micky didn't bother to get them out, getting back to his own time was more important then losing a pair of sneakers.
As he was running up the street, he saw that his jean shirt was caught on some branches.
"Please wake up," he said to himself.
He pulled, until he broke free. However, he ripped part of the bottom half of the shirt, reveling a white T-shirt he was
wearing underneath it.
Micky didn't care about his tattered shirt either, as he continued to run.
He ran for quite some time, when he entered a small town. He was walking down Sunset Blvd.
"It such a big town, I doubt they'll find me."
Despite, walking around with rips in his clothes, and no shoes, he felt pretty secure. However, that soon changed when
he saw the guys drive up the road.
"Here I go again." Micky sighed.
He looked around, and spotted a retro clothing shop. That gave Micky an idea.
He dashed into the shop, and came out seconds later wearing an out of this world type of outfit that consisted of a long
suade coat, dark glasses, a hat, a pair of bellbottoms, and a knee high cowboy boots.
"This takes me back to my time.” He laughed, “Wait a minute, I'm back in my time."
Within that minute, the guys drove by and stopped in front of Micky who they thought was a street person.
"Excuse us, but have you seen a middle age man dressed in modern day clothes?" Past Micky asked the stranger.
"He went that way." Answered Micky in a deep voice, pointing northward.
"Thanks," said Davy.
The car drove off.
"Worked like a charm," Micky laughed to himself.
But this was no time to laugh, Micky had to get back to his own time and soon.
Peter, Davy and Past Micky slowly drove along the road in the direction the disguised Present Micky had told them. Of course,
Present Micky was nowhere to be seen.
"We've gone this way for several blocks now and can't find 'im". Davy said disgustedly, "That guy must've been crackers."
"Maybe he didn't know what we meant by 'modern day clothes'." Past Micky replied.
Just then Peter slammed on the brakes. Fortunately he hadn't been driving too fast or Davy, who was sitting in front, would've
gone through the windshield.
"What's the matter Pete?" Davy yelled, "Did you see Micky?"
Peter looked at Davy then at Past Micky.
"How did that guy know what Micky meant when he said 'modern day clothes'? 'Modern day' is right now! The older Micky is
wearing clothes that haven't even been designed yet!"
Silence reigned for a few seconds as what Peter said soaked in. Then they all said in unison:
"THAT WAS MICKY!"
Peter stomped on the gas and made a U-turn in the middle of the road, ignoring the honks and shaking fists of the other
drivers. Past Micky shook his head and smiled at his older self's subterfuge.
They quickly drove back to where they last spotted the now-disguised Micky. Figuring Present Micky would be walking in
the opposite direction of where he told them to go, Peter slowed the car and the three men kept a lookout for a man wearing
a long suede coat and a hat. Despite other people wearing far-out clothes, it didn't take long for them to spot Present Micky
ambling down the sidewalk.
"There he is!" Davy exclaimed.
"Keep your voice down, Davy!" Past Micky said. "We don't want him to start running again."
Just then, Present Micky heard a car moving slowly behind him and he turned around. Davy and Past Micky ducked down in
their seats and Peter put his sun visor down to hide his face.
Present Micky let out an exasperated sigh. Can't they just leave him alone? At least they didn't have the cops or the men
in white coats with them, but he just didn't want to face anybody right now. He wanted to get back to the beach and try and
figure out how to get back home. Present Micky walked over to the street corner where there were other people waiting for
the bus. He looked at the sign that said what bus stopped there but couldn't remember if that bus went to the beach.
Peter, Davy and Past Micky watched Present Micky as he walked over to the bus stand.
"Do you think he spotted us?" Davy asked.
"I'm not sure." Past Micky replied, "But he did walk over to that bus stand pretty quickly."
Just then a bus drove past and stopped at the bus stand where Present Micky and a few other people were waiting. The bus
door opened and Micky piled in along with the other people.
"OH NO!" Past Micky shouted. He jumped out of the car and ran onto the bus just as the doors were slamming shut.
But Past Micky didn't notice, but Davy and Peter did, was that Present Micky had jumped out the back door of the bus as
the doors shut. As the bus took off, Present Micky hid behind a hot dog vender's stand, hoping his pursuers followed the bus.
After a few seconds, Present Micky stood up and looked after the bus. He waved to it and turned around...to be confronted
by an angry Peter and Davy. They each grabbed one of Present Micky's arms and shoved him against the building.
"Aw man..." Present Micky began.
"Shut up!" Peter snarled.
"Do you know what you just did?" An angry Davy asked Present Micky.
"Yeah, I just tried to give you Three Stooges the slip. Guess I failed."
"But you succeeded in giving your younger self an express ride to the worst part of L.A!!" Peter yelled.
Present Micky looked at Peter in shock.
"You...you mean the Tenderloin area?"
Peter and Davy nodded their heads.
"I don't know how that area is in your time," Davy growled, "But in this time its full of porn theaters, 'gentlemen's clubs',
adult stores and inhabited with the people who work in those places. Plenty of things for a innocent young lad like Micky
to get into trouble."
Present Micky could tell that neither man was joking. He bowed his head and closed his eyes. His little game of cat and
mouse just gotten his younger self into potential trouble. Going back to his own time would have to wait. If something happened
to his younger self, he himself would no longer exist. He looked up at the still-angry Davy and Peter.
"Let's go get Micky." Present Micky said quietly.
Meanwhile, past Micky sat in the bus, looking around to see if he could find his present self and noticed that the people
aboard weren't either the friendly nor nice type.
"What are you staring at punk?" a man growled at Micky.
"Hmm, nothing, sir." said Micky.
"You better watch it, you long haired freak.”
The man then grabbed Micky by the collar of his shirt.
"Hey, put me down! Let me go!" Micky screamed.
Just then, a woman wearing a small, tight fitting outfit got up from her seat and cut in between the two men.
"Hey, leave the kid alone, Frank!" She shouted.
The man let go of Micky who fell back in his chair.
"You OK, kid?" the woman asked.
"Yea, I'm fine. By the way thanks." said Micky
"Name's Wanda, what's yours?"
"Micky, I was in the middle of chasing a person, when I ended up on this bus."
"Who are you looking for, sweetie?"
Micky then began to tell Wanda about present Micky, and how this was ruining his day.
"Don't you worry about a thing, sugar, I'll take care of you."
"Thanks, but I think I can take care of myself. By the way where is this bus going to anyway?"
"Why, to the tenderloin area."
“Maybe when I get there I'll wait for the next bus to take me back."
"I’m afraid you can't."
"Why not?"
"This is the last commute for the day."
"On second thought, maybe I'll stay with you.”
Back on the other side of town, Davy, Peter and Present Micky were driving down the road as fast as they could, without
getting pulled over by the cops.
"You know this is all your fault.” Said Davy in an angry tone to present Micky.
"What did I do?” He asked, “All I did was fall asleep, while trying to write some songs, and when I woke up,
I ended up here."
"If you didn't come from whatever time you're from, this never would have happen!" exclaimed Peter.
"You guys better watch. I’ve seen you two in the future, and if you think you look scary now, wait till you see when
you're at my age."
The three didn't say a word for the rest of the ride.
The bus carrying Past Micky and his new friend Wanda entered the Tenderloin area of LA The neighborhood quickly became
terrible, with boarded-up buildings and abandoned cars. A few people hung around the street corners smoking cigarettes. The
bus went on for a few blocks then pulled over to the side of the road next to a graffiti-covered bus stand.
"End of the line folks!" The bus driver called.
Everybody climbed out of the bus and the driver quickly pulled away from the curb, in a hurry to get back to the safety
of the garage. Frank shot Past Micky a dirty look as he walked past but didn't say anything. Wanda saw Past Micky watching
Frank walk away. She shook her head.
"Don't you worry about Frank, Honey. He gets those sudden mood swings. They only last two or three years."
Past Micky and Wanda laughed at the joke.
"Come on," Wanda continued, "Let's go back to my place. I have a spare bed."
Past Micky hesitated. As tempting as it was to go with Wanda and her tight-fitting leather outfit, he knew he should try
and get back to the better part of town. Peter and Davy might be trying to find him now instead of his future self and he
didn't want to worry them. Besides, he wasn't so naive not to realize that Wanda might have a 'night' job he didn't want to
know about.
"Um, I appreciate your offer Wanda, but I have to get back to my part of town." Past Micky replied, hoping he wouldn't
offend her.
Just then, two doors down, there was a loud crash of glass breaking. Someone had just got thrown through the front window
of a saloon. The man who was thrown got shakily onto his feet and charged back into the saloon.
"You can see this is a rough area, Micky," Wanda replied. "At least come to my place and make a phone call."
Past Micky quickly nodded his head and followed Wanda.
Peter, Davy and Present Micky sped as fast as they could to the tenderloin area of town. After Present Micky's jibe, everybody
was quiet, lost in their own thoughts. Suddenly, Peter pulled over to the side of the road.
"What are doing Pete?" Davy asked, "We're almost to the Tenderloin area!"
"I know Davy," Peter replied, "That's why I'm calling Mike to let him know what we're doing and ask him to meet us at the
corner of Ninth and Market, where I think the bus ends its run. I have a bad feeling about this."
"Sounds familiar." Present Micky muttered under his breath. Fortunately, Davy didn't hear him as he was replying to Peter.
"Its that 'vibe' thing again?"
"Yeah it is." Peter said as he walked over to a pay phone. He doubted there would be any working phones in the Tenderloin
area. Maybe in the future Micky's time, people will have their own phones-sort of like walkie-talkies and talk to each other.
Something to ask about later. Peter put a nickel in the slot and called Mike's house.
Mike was sitting in his living room playing with Christian when the phone rang. He quickly got off the couch and answered
the phone on the second ring.
"Hello?"
"Hi Mike, Its Peter. Listen, we found the future Micky but our own Micky ended up on a bus going to the Tenderloin area."
"Oh boy," Mike rolled his eyes, "That's not good at all. What can I do?"
"Can you meet us at Ninth and Market? I get the feeling we're going to need some back-up."
"All right." Mike said without hesitation, "I'll leave Christian with my neighbor lady and..."
Just then Mike's wife Phyllis came into the living room followed by the ever-loyal Frak. She put down the packages she
had been carrying from her shopping trip and scooped up a delighted Christian into her arms.
"Never mind, Phyllis just came home. She'll be with Christian and..." Mike looked down and spotted Frak looking expectantly
up at him. "I'm going to bring Frak with me."
"That a good idea." Peter replied, "We'll see you soon."
"Bye." Mike answered and hung up the phone. He turned to see his wife looking at him with concern.
"Where are you going?" Phyllis asked.
Mike realized he didn't have the time to tell the whole story about the future Micky ending up in the 1960's-He wasn't
sure he believed it himself yet. So he decided to tell his wife just what was happening now.
"Micky somehow ended up on a bus going to the Tenderloin area. I'm going to join Peter, Davy and a...relative of Micky's
to search for him."
"Do you really think you'll need Frak?"
"I hope not, dear, but in that area it never hurts to have some protection."
Mike walked over and gave his wife a quick kiss.
"I'll be back soon. Christian, look after Mommy, OK shotgun?" Mike ruffled the boy's hair.
"Bye Daddy!"
"C'mon Frak!" Mike called to the German Shepherd. "Time's a wastin'."
On the way out to his car, Mike made a quick stop to the music room where they had rehearsed and picked up a cloth that
Micky had used to wipe his hands while playing the drums. Then he and Frak got into the car and drove as fast as they could
to the Tenderloin area, praying Micky would be all right.
Past Micky followed Wanda down an alley, carefully stepping over a few drunks sleeping it off, and onto another street.
This street looked the same as the others, filthy, with abandoned cars and shut-up store fronts. Past Micky wondered if this
area would be any better in his future self's time. Probably not. He hung back a little when he saw a pay-phone coming up.
He picked up the dirty receiver...but there was no wire attached to it. Past Micky put the receiver back on its hook and wiped
his hand on his shirt. A few seconds later they were in front of a saloon.
"Here we are dear." Wanda said proudly.
"You live...here?" Past Micky asked, trying not to sound too incredulous.
"Yeah, on the second floor. Where do you live?"
"In a house facing the beach." Past Micky replied.
"Ohhh...you must have some money then, or a rich dad." Wanda commented.
"No, not really," Past Micky replied, getting a bit rattled by Wanda's remark, "My landlord lets me have it pretty cheap
for some reason."
Wanda smiled a small smile as if to say 'sure he does' but said nothing. She walked into the saloon, closely followed by
Past Micky. There were a few patrons at the bar, some of them giving Wanda an appraising look, confirming Past Micky's suspicion
of what Wanda was. He decided to make a phone call to Mike then get the heck out of there and take his chances on the street
until he was rescued. Past Micky followed Wanda up a flight of wooden steps and onto the second floor. They stopped at the
first door on the right and Wanda paused to open her purse and get her key. Finally she found her key, opened the door, and
turned on the light. Wanda let Past Micky go in first. Past Micky suddenly gasped.
Sitting on the living room couch facing the front door was none other than Frank.
Peter, Davy and Present Micky were now at Ninth and Market, next to the graffiti-damaged bus stand, waiting for Mike to
arrive. They leaned against the car, trying to blend in with the rest of the denizens of the area. They were only partly successful.
Only Present Micky, with his long suede coat, dark glasses and hat really looked like he fit into the area. Peter and Davy,
with their gray bellbottoms and button down shirts, looked like geeks.
"I hope Mike's here soon." Davy remarked, "I don't like the way people keep eyeing us."
"They're probably looking at the car," Present Micky replied, "You don't see too many working sports cars in this area."
Even though he had much more life experience than the other two, Present Micky was also uneasy being around such an unsavory
area. Had his quiet life in a nice part of town softened him?
To everyone's relief, Mike drove up and pulled up behind Peter's car. Even better, Mike had brought Frak along, so now
maybe they could look for Past Micky in some safety.
"Hi everyone." Mike shot Present Micky a glare. "Any sign of Micky?"
"No, none." Peter replied. "We were hoping he would've stayed close to the bus stand."
Mike brought out the cloth Past Micky used earlier that day out of his pocket. He bent down and let Frak sniff it.
"Clever." Davy said approvingly, "Let Frak sniff Micky out!"
After Frak had sniffed the cloth for several seconds, Mike pulled it away.
"OK boy, go find Micky!"
But instead of charging off somewhere, Frak simply walked over to where Present Micky stood.
"No, boy!" Peter exclaimed, "Go find the other Micky!"
Mike cursed under his breath. He thought this might happen. The two Mickys had the same scent! Mike had hoped that because
they came from different times, the scent might be a little different, but he was wrong.
"There is no 'other Micky' for him, Peter." Mike said sadly. The scent is the same for both of them."
"Great, just great." Davy remarked sarcastically. He was about to say something nasty to the Present Micky for getting
his younger self into trouble when he was interrupted by crashing glass. The same guy that had been thrown through the window
before obviously hadn't learned his lesson and now broke the rest of the glass in the window.
The four men and dog rushed over to him.
"Are you all right, man?" Peter asked as he helped him up.
"They keep trying to push me aroun'" The man said with slurred speech, "But I keep coming back for more." He made to go
back into the saloon.
"Wait, maybe you can help us." Mike asked "Did you see a young man with brown curly hair around here? He was on the express
bus that came here a little while ago."
The drunk thought a moment. "Yeah, I did see some young fella as I was picking myself off the ground after the first time
I took a flying leshon. He was with....what's her name? Oh yeah! Wanda! Boy, your friend doesn't have good taste does he?
<hic> She'll rob him blind and she's got a real mean pimp! Well, I've had enough, I know when I'm not <hic> wanted!"
"Wait! Present Micky said. "Where does she live?"
"You don't want to go there..."The drunk answered.
"Yes we do!" Micky shouted, "I'm his...father...and we're concerned about him!"
The drunk pointed an unsteady finger down the alley.
"Go down that alley and turn right, then go down a few doors to the Chestnut Inn. She has a room on the second floor."
"Thanks a lot buddy," Mike said excitedly and put some money in his hand, "We really appreciate it!"
With that, the four men and dog took off down the alley. The drunk watched them go.
"Good thing they have a dog," he thought to himself, "they might need it."
"What's going on?" Past Micky demanded, looking confused.
"Oh Frank," Wanda demanded from behind Past Micky, "Couldn't you wait until we had..."
"I don't like no long-haired freaks being with my women!" Frank snarled.
"Since when did you care who I was with?" Wanda retorted.
"Since I found out most of them long-haired freaks don't have any money!"
"This one must have some, he lives in a house by the beach!" Wanda shouted.
Past Micky was beginning to panic. He had to get out of there. Now.
"Hey, I just wanted to make a phone call to one of my friends, then I'll let you two love birds alone."
"You're not going anywhere now, kid, until we see how much dough youse got." Frank snarled.
Past Micky turned quickly and pushed Wanda out of the way. He tried the door, but it was locked. He fumbled with the lock
and had just unlocked it when Past Micky found himself being thrown backwards from the door. Frank grabbed him by the shoulders
and yanked him into the living room. Past Micky lost his balance and fell onto to the floor on his backside. Frank once again
grabbed Past Micky by the shoulders and threw him onto the couch. Past Micky tried to get up but was stopped by Frank who
was by now holding a large switchblade.
"I don't have any money!" Past Mickey said in fright. "I'm just a drummer!"
"Well that's going to be too bad for you." Frank said with an evil look on his face.
Just then the door burst open and there stood Davy, Mike, Peter and Present Micky.
Past Micky almost fainted with relief.
"What do you want?" Frank demanded. "Wait your turn!"
"We want our friend Micky." Mike said in a slow deliberate voice. "Let him go. Now."
"Or you'll do what?" Frank said with a sneer. "I've got a large knife in your friend's face."
The corner of Mike's mouth upturned a little.
"Frak!"
Frak came charging in and stood next to his master. Mike pointed at Frank.
"Him."
Immediately Frak bared his teeth and growled at Frank. Frank turned whiter than white.
"I suggest you drop that knife on the floor and let Micky go, or I'll tell Frak to bite your hand off at the wrist."
"Do it Frank." Wanda said quietly, "There's other guys."
"Yeah but..." Frank began
"Take a step forward, Frak." Mike ordered. Frak, still growling, took a step toward Frank. Frank finally realized he was
beaten and dropped the knife on the floor.
"Come on, Micky." Mike said. Past Micky got up on shaky legs and walked over to his friends.
"Come back now Frak." Mike ordered and Frak started to back out of the room behind the five guys.
As soon as they got into the hallway, Davy closed the door.
Only then Mike said "Enough", and Frak stopped growling. Turning on their heels, the men and dog ran as fast as they could
back to their cars. Once back by the cars, Frak barked at several people to get them away from the cars, and then he and Mike
got into his car while the others climbed back into Pete's car. Fortunately, the cars hadn't been touched yet, and they started
their cars and got out of the Tenderloin section as fast as they could.
The two cars drove for quite some time, before they reached back to Mike's house.
The five entered the house where they saw Phyllis watering some plants by the pool area.
She looked up, when she heard the gentlemen come through the door.
"You're back,” she said coming into the living room, “I was beginning to worry."
She rushed to her husband, when Present Micky wearing his funky disguise caught her eye.
"Excuse me, I don't believe we’ve met before."
Present Micky took off his sunglasses.
“Oh, forgive me,” he said, “I'm Steve the relative of Micky's your husband might have mentioned about.
And you must be Phyllis."
He looked directly at her. Micky remembered Phyllis the way she was when he first met her.
"Forgive the clothes, I'm from the country, and I'm trying my best to look as you young people say ‘groovy’.
With all the commotion, no one noticed that Christian had walked out to the open door leading to the pool.
All of a sudden there was a splashing sound, followed by a loud, high pitched scream.
"Help!" shouted the voice.
"Oh my god! Where's Christian?!" Phyllis said in a paniced tone of voice.
Everyone looked around, till they found out the sound was coming from outside.
They were right, for when they got there, Christian was in the deep end of the pool, trying to stay afloat.
Phyllis began to get scared.
"Davy! Get me the pool skimmer, Peter! Grab the life preserver!" demanded Mike.
"My baby!" Screamed Phyllis.
"Calm down, Phyllis, we'll get Christian out safely," said past Micky trying to comfort her.
Present Micky could no longer watch in horror.
"I gotta do something," He said.
He then took off his hat, jacket and boots, and dove straight into the water.
"Hang on Christian, I'm coming!" He said, swimming to the child.
Everyone stopped what they were doing to watch what was happening.
Within that moment, present Micky reached the tot and grabbed a tight hold of Christian.
He then climbed out of the water, still holding Christian, who was no longer screaming, but softly crying.
"You're goona be all right, buddy." He said. brushing some hair out of the child's eyes to see better.
Phyllis and the guys ran up to Present Micky and Christian.
She then took her son in her arms.
"You saved my baby!" She said to present Micky.
After witnessing this person from the future save his child, Mike had second thoughts about present Micky.
As did Davy, Peter, and past Micky himself.
Sometime later, the six of them were sitting in the living room talking.
Christian was wrapped in a blanket and on Phyllis’ lap, Present Micky had a towel around his shoulders and was using
another one to dry his hair.
"I can't thank you enough for what you did," said Phyllis to Steve (AKA present Micky.)
"It was nothing." He said trying to sound modest.
"Nothing? You saved my son." said Mike.
Just then Peter cleared his throat and looked up at Present Micky.
"Listen, I just want to apologize for how I acted earlier today." he said.
"Yeah, me too." said Davy.
"Well, I should be sorry too.” Said present Micky, “For not being honest."
"Honest about what?" asked Phyllis.
Just as present Micky opened his mouth, there was a knock at the door.
"I'll get it." said Phyllis.
She gently lifted Christian off her lap, and he went straight up to Preset Micky. He climbed onto his lap.
"Thank you." he whispered into his ear.
"You're welcome," Present Micky answered with a grin upon his face.
Meanwhile, Phyllis looked through the peep hole on the door to see who was there.
"Ma'am.” Said a voice from the outside, “Mind if we come in?"
"Who is it?" asked Phyllis.
"The Police. We'd like to ask you a few questions.”
Everyone was now panic stricken.
"Who do you suppose called the cops?" asked Davy.
They all thought for a minute, then something came to past Micky's mind.
"I bet it was Frank, Wanda's pimp." He said.
"What should we do?" Peter asked.
Present Micky looked around the room looking at the guys' faces, which were pretty troublesome. Just then, he spoke up.
"Listen, I cause you guys enough problems, I'll take the blame." He said.
"But, then you'll be stuck in the 60's forever," said past Micky.
"I will, but not you."
This made past Micky very confused.
"I don't get it."
"You'll see in the future."
Present Micky then took some pieces of paper and a pencil that was on the table from rehearsal earlier that day, and began
to write something down on both of them.
He placed one in his shirt pocket, and handed the other to his past self.
"What is this?" past Micky asked.
"Read it, then put it in your pocket," present Micky answered.
Past Micky did what his future self told him to do.
Mike then looked up to present Micky.
"You can escape over the gate, by the pool area," he said.
"Are you sure?" Present Micky said.
He looked at the guys, even his past self gave him a nod of yes.
Just as Micky was turning to leave, he turned to the guys, and said," Thanks."
Mike then told Phyllis to open the door.
She did, and sure enough, three police officers stood at the doorway. Mike got up from his seat, and went to the door by
his wife.
"Yes, can we help you?" He asked.
"Sir, I received a call from a Mr. Frank Collins of Tenderloin and he said that a group of people crashed into his house
this afternoon," said the first officer.
"What does it have to do with us?"
"You see, Mr. Collins gave us a license plate number, we looked it up, and it was a match to yours." Do you mind if we
come in?" Asked the second officer.
"No, not at all, please come in."
The three officers then entered the house and began to search the place.
Just then, one of the officers looked out by the pool area, and noticed present Micky putting the suede coat on.
"Chief, I see him, the one with the coat who Mr. Collins described to us." Said the third officer to the first policeman.
The chief then looked in that direction.
"You're right, he is.” said the chief, “After him!"
The officers raced outside, and present Micky looked up.
He was only able to put the jacket on, he had to leave the other items (the hat, boots and glasses) behind.
He tried to climb over the wall, but as he was doing it, one of the officers grabbed him by his leg, pulling him off the
gate, landing on the ground.
"Come on get up!" Demanded the chief.
He and the other police pulled him up and grabbed him by his arms, pulling him inside the home.
"Come on, stop it, let me go!" Micky yelled.
But the cops wouldn't listen to him.
"Let me go!" he continued.
Just then the scene changed from the outside of Mike's house to the inside of Micky's home office.
"Let me go, no stop, let me go, no, no, let me go." Micky muttered in his sleep.
With that he twitched, waking up and making him fall off his chair.
"Ow." He said to himself, getting off his seat.
He shook his head, and looked around to see where he was.
He looked to see that he was not on some beach, but in his home studio.
"Whoa, what a strange dream."
He went into his bathroom, and splashed some water on his face. As Micky looked at himself in the mirror, something came
to his head. He went back into his studio, and began to write. He wrote a lot.
Later that day, he had a large pile of new songs, as well as a case of writer's cramp. Micky was glad he had some new material
for his album; he just doesn't know how they came to him so easily.
He then saw something in his pocket. It turned out to be a piece of paper.
He took the paper out, opened it up, and looked at it.
It was the note he wrote to himself, as his past self, which was:
"Take care of yourself.
It's OK to make mistakes.
I already lived through it all, so don't change a thing."
"But that can't be, I thought I dreamed it all." He thought to himself.
He walked out of his studio and into his living room, if it was even his own house.
He saw his wife Donna just hanging up the phone. She turned to her husband.
"Any luck writing those songs, hun?" she asked.
"Yeah, much better luck then last night.” He answered, “You can say they came to me in a dream.” He slightly
chuckled to himself.
He looked down at the piece of paper for a minute, then crumbled it up and threw it in the trash.
"What was that you just threw away?" Donna asked.
"Nothing, darlin', nothing at all." He said with a smile on his face.
That’s The End
