THE MONKEES SAVE CHRISTMAS

By:  Larrysgirl and Mickys411  Rated PG

It was the first week of December and the holiday season was in full swing, even in sunny California. People were busy shopping, decorating and making plans for Christmas parties. One place where it was swinging was the newly-opened Coconut Hotel and Resort. It was a large, gleaming place situated along the beach shore. A large crowd was inside one its many ballrooms dancing to the beat of a rock quartet called the Monkees. Everybody was having a good time among all the lights, tinsel and Christmas trees decorating the room, not caring that it was sand, not snow, that was just outside the hotel's doors.

The Monkees didn't care either. This week-long gig at the hotel couldn't have come at a better time. The hotel management was surprisingly generous. The Monkees had been given free room and board while performing, and the pay was good too. Finally, they'd be able to make the rent for their beach house on time, AND have enough left over to do some Christmas shopping. They even had been given uniforms to wear too: white shorts with loud Hawaiian shirts and Santa Clause hats.

With all this good luck, the Monkees played their absolute best (not that they didn't play their best other times) and threw themselves into each song. Right now the drummer, a young man with wild brown curly hair named Micky Dolenz, was singing one of his favorite songs:

"When I first met ya girl, you didn't have no shoes, now you're walking 'round like your front-page news. You've been awful careful 'bout the friends you choose, but you won't find my name in your book of who's-who! I.II..I..I'm not your steppin' stone! Not me!"

Silently watching from a table near the back of the ballroom was a rotund man with gray hair and a beard. He was wearing slacks and a loud Hawaiian shirt-tourist all the way. In his mouth was pipe which he puffed on occasionally while nodding in time to the music. Sitting next to him were two much shorter gentlemen, dressed about the same way he was. At first glance, you'd think they were the man's grandchildren, but they were adults. The taller man turned to the men next to him.

"Tic, Toc, I think I have the perfect way to boost everyone's spirits back up at the factory."

"How boss?" Tic asked.

The man pointed with his pipe at the Monkees performing on stage.

"I think I'll ask those fellows to perform for us."

"Them?" Toc replied, scrunching up his face, "You think all that loud music will do any good, boss? I'm starting to get a headache."

The man chuckled to himself, his stomach jiggling like a bowl full of Jell-O.

"You have to stay with the times, Toc. Look how fast things have changed. It was only a mere forty years ago, people were dancing to jazz. Now its rock and roll."

"Remember that Guy Lombardo fellow we had a few years ago, Toc?" Tic asked, "He put everyone to sleep."

"Yeah, yeah I remember." Toc replied, almost falling asleep at the thought of it.

"I think these boys are just what we need to take our minds off our troubles up north for awhile. I sense something special about them." The man said, getting up off his chair, "Wait here."

The Monkees had just finished their last song for the evening and were starting to take down their equipment. It was the last day of their engagement, and they were a little sad, since they had had so much fun over the past week.

"Well guys, I think I can truly say I'm sorry to see this gig over with." Mike Nesmith, the leader of the group, said, taking off his Santa hat and putting on a green wool hat. He liked to wear that hat, even in hot weather.

"You're right, Mike." The bass guitarist Peter Tork replied. "But now we can get ready for Santa Clause to come!"

"Oh c'mon Pete. Don't tell me you still believe in that..." He was interrupted by a tap on his arm by the singer and percussionist, Davy Jones. Davy did that partly to prevent another argument between the two about Santa and partly to get Mike's attention on the big man coming towards the bandstand.

"Hey, check out this guy." Davy whispered, "He looks the part of Santa."

"Yeah, right, Davy." Mike muttered.

The man stopped at the edge of the bandstand and looked up at Mike.

"Excuse me, sir, may I have a word with you?" He said politely.

"Sure." Mike replied and jumped off the bandstand.

"My name is Kristopher Kringle, and I really enjoyed your show tonight. I'm pleased to meet you." He held out his hand.

"I'm Mike Nesmith," Mike replied, shaking Kringle's hand. "What can I do for you?"

"I own a toy factory up north. I was wondering if the four of you would be interested in playing at our Christmas party?"

"Well, what day would it be?" Mike asked.

"December 20th." Kringle replied, "I'll arrange transportation to and from my factory."

"Where's your factory located, Mr. Kringle?" Davy asked.

"Its far north of here, In a secret location so my competitors can't spy on me. You fellows would probably have to stay overnight, but I'll take care of that too."

Normally, warning bells would be sounding in Mike's brain at all the secrecy, but the twinkle in Kringle's eyes somehow reassured Mike. Still, he had to be cautious.

Kringle saw the doubt in Mike's eyes. He then told Mike the amount of money he was willing to pay the group. Mike took a step back in shock. The amount Kringle offered was double the amount they had been paid here at the Coconut! Micky dropped his cymbal at that figure. The cymbal rolled across the bandstand and landed with a musical bang on the floor by Kringle's feet. Kringle chuckled and picked up the cymbal and handed it to Mike.

"You don't have to make a decision yet, gentlemen. I realize it’s close to Christmas and you may have made other plans." Kringle pulled out a card case out of his pants pocket, picked out a card and handed it also to Mike. "Here's my card. Let me know soon. Do you have a card?"

"Oh yeah, here." Mike said as he fumbled in his short's pockets. Finally he found one and handed it to Kringle.

"Here's where you can get a hold of us." Mike said. "There usually is someone home."

"Good, good." Kringle said smiling, "I hope to hear from you boys soon! Goodbye!" He winked at Peter, who was starring open-mouthed at Kringle.

"Goodbye!" Mike, Davy and Micky said together and watched Kringle walk back to his table.

"What do you think of all that?" Davy asked quietly.

"I don't know." Micky replied, walking over to Peter and closing his open mouth. "Hey, Pete. What's up?"

"That..was..Santa...Clause!" Peter said dumbfounded.

"What?!" Micky, Mike and Davy replied, turning towards Peter.

"It all makes sense, guys!" Peter exclaimed, "The toy factory up north, the secrecy, even his name! Kris Kringle is another name for Santa Clause!!"

Mike, Micky and Davy looked at each other and shook their heads. Peter was an excellent musician and a wonderful friend, but he needed to grow up sometimes.

"Pete, you're being silly." Mike said gently. "So he owns a toy factory and has the name of Kringle, but I'll bet he's just as ordinary as us." Mike looked at the card Kringle gave him. It seemed to softly glow in his hand, but that wasn't that that made Mike gasp in shock. The others noticed this and gathered around to see what the card said. Micky and Davy were shocked too but Peter had a smug smile on his face.

The card read:

The next day, the guys were hanging around the pad, still in complete shock about meeting Santa.

"So he really does exist, what did I tell you fellas," said a very happy Peter.

Mike took the card in his hand, and looked over it.

"I'm going to give "Santa" a call to see if this number is even real itself," he said.

Mike dialed the phone, and waited for an answer.

Just then, a feminine voice was heard on the other end of the line.

"Hell-o, Santa hotline, May I help you please?" the woman answered in a pleasant voice.

Mike cleared his throat, and spoke into the phone.

"Yes, uh, is Mr. Clause..Santa there?" he asked.

"Hold on one minute sir, I'll put you through."

"Man, it takes me ten minutes just to get a dial tone," said Micky.

"Hell-o, this is Santa," said the jolly man himself.

"Santa, yes this is Mike of the Monkees, yes the group you met last night," Mike spoke in the phone.

"Can I say hi to him?" asked Peter.

"SHH!" went Davy, putting a finger to his lips.

"Oh that was just Peter, Mike continued, oh really, hold on."

"Santa says hell-o to all of us, and we all made the good list this year.

Peter's grin grew bigger, while Micky and Davy's mouths drop to the ground.

Mike continued the rest of the call.

"Yes, yes, O.K. we'll be ready then.

Yes sir see you then."

He then hung up the phone.

"So, what was that all about?" asked Davy.

"Santa's gonna pick us up tonight to take us to the North Pole," Mike answered.

"Hey, we better get packing then, said Micky, by the way, how do you dress for the North Pole anyway?"

"Well we're heading north of course," said Davy.

The guys headed upstairs to pack for their big trip.

Later that evening, the guys, dressed in warm clothes sat outside the pad, waiting for Santa.

"I hope we got everything we need," said Peter.

Mike noticed Micky was putting on a pair of sunglasses.

"Why are you wearing those, we're going to the North Pole, not the South Pole," said Davy.

"Davy, there's snow in the South Pole as well, Micky said, but the sun's rays in the poles are very strong."

"Thank you for the fact Pro. Dolenz," laughed Mike.

"I wonder when Santa is getting here," Peter wondered.

Just then, the guys heard a noise that sounded like a car engine.

They looked up and down the roads, but the streets were quiet.

A bright light then shone down on them from the sky.

The Monkees looked up in the sky to see something that looked almost like a sports car.

The car was heading straight for the pad.

The bright, red, object made a perfect landing right next to the Monkeemobile.

It was indeed Santa himself.

"You ready boys?” Asked Santa removing his sunglasses, “Boy, the sun is pretty strong at the pole this time of year."

"You bet we're ready Santa!" said Peter.

The guys loaded their suitcases and instruments on to the sled car.

Peter sat up front with Santa, while Mike, Davy and Micky were in the back.

Santa then turns the key to his machine, and took off into the sky.

Along the way, everyone sang holiday tunes to pass the time on the long trip.

However, little did The Monkees and Santa know, they were being watched, on a screen that is.

In a dark castle, located in the South Pole.

"Go ahead and sing your happy little X-Mas tunes, for they will be gone forever, when I get rid of Christmas, forever!!" shouted the voice of the person looking at the screen.

The voice began to laugh.

The voice was the evil Wizard Glick.

Unaware of Glick's evil plans, Santa and the Monkees traveled north up to Santa's workshop. Despite the colder temperatures, nobody was cold. Santa explained that there was a force field around the car that kept the cold air out.

"Hold on boys, I'm going to change the vehicle around." Santa said as they neared the North Pole.

"What do you mean by that?" Mike asked.

In answer, Santa pushed a button on the dashboard and suddenly the sports car changed into a large snowmobile. Santa started to descend to earth and soon they touched down onto the snow. With the skis underneath the snowmobile, they easily covered the distance to the factory. They rounded a bend in the road and all four Monkees let out a gasp of surprise.

In front of them was Santa's workshop! It was a huge castle with several turrets pointing to the sky; all lit up like Christmas trees. Santa chuckled at the boys, especially Peter, who was wide-mouthed with happiness. This was a dream come true!

Santa pulled the snowmobile up to the front entrance and immediately Mrs. Clause and several elves, including Tic and Toc, came out to meet them. Santa and his wife kissed, while the elves, except Tic and Toc, started to unload the Monkees' gear from the back. The Monkees climbed out of the snowmobile and began to shiver, since they were no longer protected by the force field. Santa called the boys over.

"Fellows, I'd like you to meet my wife, Kristyl. Dear, these are the Monkees. They'll be playing at our party soon."

"I'm pleased to meet you boys." Mrs. Clause said warmly.

"We're glad to..to meet you too, Mrs. Clause." Mike said shivering.

"Oh my, come inside quickly and warm up." Mrs. Clause said. "I'll show you boys to your room and have some hot cocoa brought to you."

"Th..thank you." Peter said, teeth chattering.

The Monkees quickly followed Mrs. Clause inside, followed by the elves carrying the gear. Santa turned to Tic and Toc.

"I can tell by the looks on your faces that something's wrong." He said, "What now?"

"Well, boss..she's..back." Tic said, shivering, and not from the cold.

"She's in your study, waiting." Toc finished.

Santa sighed. "OK, I'll be right there. Take care of the Santa mobile." He walked inside.

Mrs. Clause led the Monkees upstairs, down a hallway and into their room. They gasped as they saw how large it was. It was bigger than their pad in California! They quickly chose beds and flopped down on the soft comforters.

"I hope you boys will be comfortable here." Mrs. Clause said.

"Oh yeah, this is nice!" Micky exclaimed.

The elves that had followed them gently put their gear in the middle of the floor and left.

"I'll have the cocoa brought up soon." She replied.

"Thanks again, Mrs. Clause." Davy said.

Mrs. Clause gently ran a finger down Davy's cheek. "You remind me of someone I read about many years ago."

"Really? Who?" Davy asked, surprised.

Mrs. Clause thought a moment, then she started to frown when she realized who Davy looked like. But she quickly caught herself and smiled again.

"It was a king." Mrs. Clause said, "He was...very bold, a leader of many."

"What happened to him?" Davy asked.

"Legends say he went off on a quest to a far-away land...but never returned."

"Oh." Davy replied, a little disappointed. The other three giggled behind him.

"Well, I'll see you later, boys. I'm sure my husband will want to talk to you about the party."

"Goodbye, Mrs. Clause." All four Monkees said as Mrs. Clause left the room.

As soon as the door closed, Micky, Mike and Peter started laughing.

"Davy looks like a king?" Micky said, laughing. "Maybe king of the midgets!"

"Watch it fuzzy, or I'll crown you." Davy said half-seriously.

"You gonna hit him in the kneecap again?" Mike said, trying to stop giggling.

Micky, Mike and Peter were rolling on the bed at that one.

"Very funny, fellows." Davy said with a smirk. "Just for that, I'm gonna tell Santa on you and have the three of you put on his naughty list." Davy started for the door.

"NO!!" Micky, Mike and Peter yelled as one and raced after Davy. He opened the door and almost ran into an elf carrying a tray of hot cocoa drinks and cookies.

"Your hot cocoa, gentlemen." The elf said, walking into the room. He placed the tray on a table and left.

The fight forgotten, the Monkees devoured the cocoa and cookies.

If Davy had gone to see Santa, he would've walked into a tense situation.

Santa was sitting behind his large wooden desk in his study, warily eyeing his visitors sitting across from him. Tic and Toc were standing closely behind Santa, as if afraid the visitors would attack them. Their fears weren't too far-fetched, for Santa's visitors were Grizelda, Queen of the Trolls, and her lackeys, Hither and Yon.

Trolls were smaller than humans, like elves, but that’s where the similarities ended. They were about four and a half feet tall, slightly taller than elves, but unlike elves, they were mean and cruel and liked to live and work underground. Trolls also had long noses and clammy skin and liked dark clothing. As such, Queen Grizelda sat facing Santa wearing a long, black dress and a scowl on her face. Hither and Yon wore matching scowls.

"So, what can I do for you, Queen Grizelda?" Santa asked, already knowing the answer.

"We want you to buy more, not less, coal from us!" Grizelda growled in a deep voice.

"As I've told you before, your majesty, there are less and less naughty children every year, so I don't need as much coal as I used to put into their stockings."

"Perhaps you need to raise your standards." Grizelda shot back.

"My standards are already quite high. No pouting, no crying, being nice to others all year, not just at Christmas time." Santa said, getting annoyed. "You know I can't export your coal to the outside world, because there'd be too many questions about where it came from. Neither of us can afford to be found out."

"You want us to perish!" Grizelda shouted. "We're just too evil for you, right?"

Santa shook his head. "No, no, your majesty. I still need your coal to run my factory and keep my house warm. I may not need as much coal, but I'll still need it. You and your people won't go without."

"Promises, promises." Grizelda said with contempt, "Someday, Santa, you won't be so smug. We Trolls will one day call the shots."

"Is that a threat, your majesty?" Santa asked quietly.

"No, it’s a promise." Grizelda replied. With that, she got up and stormed out of the room, Hither and Yon close on her heels.

Santa shook his head. He had enough to worry about getting the toys ready without the Trolls complaining and causing trouble. Santa had always had an uneasy agreement with the Trolls: They would supply him with the coal for the stockings and the factory and his house, he would give them diamonds that his dwarves dug in his secret mines. The arrangement had always worked well, but recently, with less naughty children in the world, he didn't need as much coal. Santa wished Grizelda would just accept that fact, but she came to his study often, demanding the same things over and over again. Grizelda, in fact all trolls, were stubborn, but recently she was even more mean and demanding than before.

"You OK, Santa?" Tic asked, coming from behind Santa's chair.

"Yes, I'm fine. Let’s go over these lists one more time."

Grizelda, Hither and Yon got into their tunnel car and traveled back down under the Earth. The queen ground her yellow teeth. Why did there have to be so many good topsiders (troll term for humans) nowadays? Maybe The Great One could help answer that. Then maybe she could find a way to change that.

The car came to a halt and another troll opened the door for her, then bowed down to the floor.

"Greetings my Queen!" he said, "The Great One wishes to speak with you."

"Very good, Crumble." The queen replied, "I'll take it in my chambers."

"Yes my Queen." Grizelda strolled off.

She walked down a dank, dark tunnel and into her chambers. She quickly sat in front of a large piece of coal, about the size of a desk. The coal began to glow and soon the face of The Great One appeared. It was the evil Wizard Glick.

"Yes, Oh Great One?" Grizelda asked.

"I have great news for you Grizelda." Glick said cackling, "It seems your great King Davius has returned!"

"What?!" Grizelda said, shocked. "It’s been so long..."

"Yes, but it seems he doesn't know who he really is. You see, Santa put a spell on him so that he'd think he was just an ordinary singer."

"Why would Santa do such a thing?" Grizelda asked angrily.

"He doesn't want you Trolls to be more powerful than he, that's why, silly!" Glick replied. "Like I've told you, this nonsense of less and less naughty children is just an excuse to keep you under his thumb!"

Grizelda's gray eyes narrowed. "What do you want me to do?"

"It seems that Davius is staying at Santa's castle right now with a few friends, supposedly to play that so-called 'music' of theirs." Glick shuddered. "I want you to bring Davius and one of his friends, say, the curly-haired one, to your domain. I'll come up to the North Pole and then release Davius from Santa's spell. With Davius by your side, the Trolls will have no problem rising up against Santa and destroying his toy factory! Plus, you'll get his diamond mines too!"

For the first time in years, Grizelda actually smiled. "Oh Great Wizard Glick, this is so wonderful! I will do what you say immediately...but why do you want Davius' friend?"

"Oh...because he helps Santa keep Davius in line." Glick said quickly. He didn't mention that Micky led the Monkees to victory against him last time and he wanted revenge. "Now here's a picture of Davius, taken as he went to visit Santa."

Glick's picture was replaced with a picture of Davy as he was riding in Santa's sports car.

"Now off you go, Grizelda!" Glick said.

"Yes, yes, right away!" Grizelda replied. The picture went dark.

Glick starred at his TV screen for a long moment, than bust out laughing. Grizelda was so easily manipulated! He not only would destroy Christmas but get revenge on those Monkees as well!

Back at the castle, Santa led The Monkees to where the concert will be held.

Micky, who was behind Davy, kept bumping into things, due to the fact he was still wearing his sunglasses.

"You know Micky, you can take the glasses off. We're indoors, you know," said Davy.

Micky gave his friend a sheepish smile as he removed the glasses from his face.

The guys were brought to a room that had bright red colored doors, painted on the front of them.

Santa opened the doors to show them what was inside.

It looked like the Coconut Club, except that it was brightly decorated, with icicle chandeliers, red and green cloths on the tables, and pines trees at every corner of the ballroom.

"Wow! Said Peter, Are we really gonna play in here."

"You bet!" Santa answered with a smile.

"This is really groovy," said Mike walking around the room admiring it.

"Last one to the bandstand is a melted snow cone!" laughed Micky rushing to the stage.

However, Santa failed to warn him about the floor being slippery with ice, and Micky slid across the floor, landing on his rear.

"You OK there, Micky?" Davy asked trying to hold back his laughter.

"I'm OK,” Micky replied giving a thumps-up sign, “Next time though, remind me to wear skates.”

Everyone, including Santa then broke into laughter.

Meanwhile, at Wizard Glick's dorm, the evil man, as well as Queen Grizelda were hatching a plan.

"We got to find some way to get that short one and fuzzy one to us," said the queen.

"I think I know what will bring them," said Wizard Glick.

He then clapped his hands.

Just then, two young ladies (a blonde and a brunette) wearing Santa mini-skirt outfits enter the room.

"How are they gonna help?" the queen asked.

Wizard Glick whispered into her ear.

The two then began to laugh out loud.

By this time, The Monkees were hanging around outside Santa's castle.

However, being at the North Pole with Santa brought out the kids inside the group, and soon, they had a snowball fight.

Mike and Peter vs. Davy and Micky, who were losing.

The guys didn't care as long as they were having fun.

Just then, the girls from Wizard Glick's castle came right up to Micky and Davy.

"Hi, I'm Davy," said Davy getting up to greet the blonde.

"And I'm Micky," Micky said to the brunette.

The girls giggled, and took the guys by the hand leading them away from the castle, leaving behind Davy's hat and Micky's sunglasses.

"Hey, where're we goin'?" Davy asked the blond holding his hand.

"Oooh, someplace nice and warm." she replied.

"Sounds good to me!" Micky exclaimed and the four of them went off.

Mike and Peter, who were waiting to ambush Micky and Davy with snowballs, began to wonder where their two friends went.

"They must've gone back inside." Mike said.

"Yeah, not a bad idea." Peter shivered, "The wind is picking up again."

The two Monkees went inside Santa's castle and back up to their room. Davy and Micky were not there. Puzzled, Peter and Mike went downstairs. Maybe they were watching the elves make toys. No luck there either. Becoming concerned, Peter stopped Toc as he was leaving the work floor.

"Toc, have you seen Davy or Micky?"

"No, I haven't. I thought the four of you were together."

"Thanks, Toc." Mike said, then to Peter, "Let’s go back outside."

The two walked back out into the cold and started to walk around the castle. Still no sign of their two friends. With the cold and snow out here, it wouldn't take long for them to get frostbite.

"DAVY! MICKY!" Mike yelled.

"MICKY! DAVY!" Peter yelled in another direction.

No answer, just the howling wind. Just then, Peter saw something black sticking out of the white snow. Peter pulled it out of the snow. It was Micky's sunglasses. Peter dug a little more and came up with Davy's hat.

"MIKE!!" Peter yelled, "Look!"

Mike ran over to Peter and saw the objects in his hand.

"Oh no..." Mike breathed, fearing the worst. "MICKY! DAVY!!" He screamed into the wind. Peter did the same thing.

They frantically clawed at the snow, hoping to find their friends, but they couldn't find either one. The wind really began to howl now and it was beginning to snow again.

"Let’s go back to the castle!" Mike yelled, "Maybe Santa can help us find them!"

"We can't stop looking!" Peter wailed.

"We'll find them, Pete, but if we're caught in the storm ourselves, how will that help Micky and Davy?" Mike asked. He pulled Peter up and dragged him back to Santa's castle.

The blond and brunette girls led Micky and Davy into a cave, just as the storm was starting.

"Looks like we just made it in time." Davy said.

"Yeah, but the others will be worried about us." Micky replied.

"Don't worry, they'll have other things to worry about soon!" A cackling voice yelled at them.

Micky and Davy spun around to see Queen Grizelda and several trolls coming towards them.

"AHHH!" Davy and Micky yelled in fright. They tried to run, but the two girls grabbed them.

"Seize them!" Grizelda yelled to her minions.

The girls were able to hold Micky and Davy just long enough so that the trolls could grab them. The trolls pulled Micky and Davy to the ground, chained them up, and dragged them to the tunnel car a little ways down the cave. The two men struggled, but there were too many trolls to fight off.

"Go easy on the shorter one." Grizelda called out. Soon, everyone was piled into the car and it began its descent into the earth.

Peter and Mike ran into Santa's study out of breath.

"Santa! You've got to help us!" Mike panted, 'Davy and Micky are lost out in that storm!"

"WHAT?!" Santa yelled, "TIC,TOC!"

"Yes boss?"

"Get a search and rescue party ready NOW!"

The tunnel car quickly made its way into the earth. Soon they were back at the troll's lair. Micky and Davy were dragged into the Queen's throne room and pushed to the ground. Grizelda took her place on her throne.

"What's going on here?" Micky demanded." Why are we here?"

"You're here because you're going to help us destroy Santa and Christmas!” Said a new voice-a voice the two men knew too well: Wizard Glick.

Glick stepped from behind Grizelda's throne. Micky and Davy looked at him in shock.

"Glick!" Davy yelled, I thought we had gotten rid of you!"

"You thought wrong!" Glick yelled back. He turned to the two girls standing on the side.

"Lisa and Laura, you did well, thank you." Glick smiled. The two girls walked away.

"Now, doesn't the small one remind you of Davius, Grizelda?"

"Yes he does. He's smaller than most topsiders, but larger than most trolls."

"He's not a troll, he's human!" Micky yelled.

Glick turned to Grizelda.

"Do you have a nasty little dungeon to put him in? I need for him to be far away from Davius so he can't influence him when I work my magic."

"Yes I do." Grizelda smiled evilly. "Take the Curly haired one away!" She called to her guards.

Micky was picked up and dragged away, fighting the whole time.

"What do you want with us Glick?" Davy demanded.

"You are going to become King Davius of the Trolls, young man. You see, Santa has put you under his spell and you think you're a singer from Great Britain."

"But I am!" Davy exclaimed, "Queen Grizelda, please listen! Glick is your enemy, not us! Not Santa!"

"See how much he is under Santa's spell?" Glick said to the Queen.

"Yes, I do." She answered.

"Could you leave us alone now? I'll need some privacy to do my magic to undo the spell."

"Yes, of course, Great One." She left the throne room, followed by the rest of the trolls.

When they were alone, Davy growled at Glick, "You won't get away with this! I won't help you destroy Santa!"

"I think you will, boy." Glick said, "If you don't, just think of the nasty things the trolls will do to your friend."

Glick walked over to Davy and place his hand on Davy's forehead. "Now just relax."

Micky shivered in the cold, dank cell, he had been thrown into. It was a small cell, not even high enough for him to stand up. It didn't matter anyway, since he had been chained by his wrists to the floor with a short chain. He passed the time trying to pull out the ring holding his shackles, but the ring seemed to be embedded in rock. Suddenly, there was a shadow near the door. It was Glick.

"Aww, look at the curly Monkee trying to break free." Glick sneered.

"Come to gloat, Glick?" Micky spat.

"Yes, of course I did, but I want you to also meet the new ruler of the Trolls." He opened the cell door.

Glick stepped aside to show Davy wearing all black, plus a black cloak with sparkles on it. On his arm was Grizelda.

"Davy?" Micky exclaimed. "What happened to you?"

"My name is not Davy!" Davy yelled, "My name is Davius, King of the Trolls, and soon the whole world will tremble at my feet!"

At the castle, Santa led Peter and Mike into a top-secret room that was located in the basement of the palace.

Right by the door, there was an object that looked like a calculator and shown off a blue light.

"Please turn around, Santa asked Peter and Mike, I know the code, but it's top secret."

Mike and Peter did as Santa told them.

As Santa dialed the numbers, it sounded almost like Jingle bells.

With that, the door opened.

Inside was full of high tech equipment, screen monitors, and all kinds of control buttons.

"Golly, won't you look at this place," said an amazed Peter.

"Is this where you check to see who's naughty or nice?" Mike asked in curiosity.

"Plus, weather and climate all the parts of the world," Santa replied taking a seat at a screen.

He then began to type something in.

"This can help you find out where your friends are located."

Mike and Peter watched over Santa's shoulder, as a map appeared onto one of the screens.

A large red dot showed up on to the center of the map.

"They've been captured by the evil trolls" Santa said.

"We gotta save Micky and Davy!" cried Peter.

"First we gotta come up with a plan," said Mike.

Meanwhile, back where the Queen, Glick and the evil trolls were, Davy was tying up Micky, who was sitting uncomfortably on the cold ground to a pole.

"Davy! What are you doing? Snap out of it!" Micky called to his friend.

Davy however ignored it.

"How many time do I have to tell you, I'm not Davy, I'm Davius!" he answered back.

Just then, the queen entered the room.

"Excellent my king," Grizelda told Davius with an evil grin.

"You'll never get with this!" Micky shouted to the queen.

"How dare you speck to my bride like that!" Davius shouted, pulling the ropes on Micky harder.

"Bride!"

"That's right, your ex-friend and I are to be married on Christmas eve," Grizelda said with a laugh.

"You can either join us or pay," Davius said.

"Never!" Micky shouted.

"Then," Grizelda said pointing a laser beam right at Micky's face.

Micky wished he knew where the heck his sunglasses were at a time like this.

Santa, Mike and Peter looked at each other, trying to think of what to do next. Mike was the first to speak.

"Why would the trolls capture them?" He asked, "What would they do with them?"

Santa sighed. He hadn't wanted to get the Monkees involved in his problems, but now he had no choice.

"I've been having problems with the trolls for several months now. You see, I have an agreement with them that they would dig coal for me that I use to put in the naughty children’s' stockings. In exchange I would give them diamonds from my diamond mine. I also use coal to run the machinery in the toy factory and to keep my castle warm." Santa stood up and walked over to the window. "But it seems that there are more and more nice children on my list each year and so I need less coal from them."

"And they're not happy about that." Mike said.

Santa nodded. "Trolls are pretty mean by nature, and the fact that there are more good children or 'topsiders' as they call humans who live above ground, that are causing the decreased demand for coal really bothers them."

"But you'll still need coal for your factory and castle, don't you?" Peter asked.

"True, Peter, but-now don't tell anybody this-I've also been looking at cleaner ways to power things, like wind and solar power. Coal creates a lot of air pollution and makes things dirty."

"So maybe the trolls heard the Monkees were going to be performing for you and the elves, so they captured Micky and Davy for revenge." Mike ventured.

"I think Queen Grizelda and her trolls might have something more sinister in mind, Mike." Mrs. Clause said from the doorway. In her hands she held a large leather-bound book. She walked into the room.

"What do you mean, dear?" Santa asked.

"Earlier today I told Davy that he reminded me of someone I had read about many years ago. I didn't tell him who since I didn't want to hurt his feelings. Afterwards I went into the library and found this volume of troll lore and found this story." Mrs. Clause opened up the book and began to read:

Many, many years ago the trolls were ruled by one called Davius. He was taller than most trolls, but shorter than the topsiders. A cruel and evil ruler he was, and soon all of the underworld knew his name. Davius was not content to rule just the trolls, he wanted to rule over all the creatures that lived on top and underneath the earth. So, he traveled to a distant land called Britannia to learn magic from evil topsiders so that he would be even more powerful than before."

"Not a nice dude." Mike whistled.

Mrs. Clause continued, "However, Davius never came back, even though he promised he would return someday." She paused, not wanting to show anybody this, but she had to. "Here is the only known drawing of Davius." Mrs. Clause turned the book around to show Santa, Mike and Peter.

Davius looked exactly like Davy.

"That's Davy!" Peter exclaimed.

"No, that's King Davius, Peter." Santa said, shaking his head, "I understand now. The trolls think Davy is Davius and that he'll lead them to greatness."

"But Davy won't do that!" Mike said.

"Not willingly," Mrs. Clause put in, "But they have Micky too, and they won't hesitate to harm him if they don't get their way."

"Oh, no..." Peter moaned. "Davy is also from Britain, once known as Britannia."

"Mrs. Clause," Mike asked, "Does the book give any clue as to what happened to Davius?"

Mrs. Clause shook her head. "There are other books that insist Davius turned to the side of good but died before he could return home. Still, this doesn't bode well."

Mike turned to Santa. "Santa, could you give us maps of where the trolls have their underground entrances? Perhaps a map of the troll caves themselves?"

"I can easily show you where the entrances are, but as for the troll caves, only the trolls know their way around them."

"You got a plan, Mike?" Peter asked.

"I'm starting to form one, Pete, and I hope it works."

Queen Grizelda pointed a small square box at Micky's face and pushed a button on the side. A red laser beam hit Micky on the chin. His head snapped back against the pole.

"OWW!" Micky yelled, "That hurt!"

"Good, it was supposed to!" Grizelda laughed, "Ready to join our side?"

"No way!" Micky growled, tugging at his bonds. But Davius had done a good job of tying Micky up so he couldn't budge. Grizelda pushed the button again. This time the laser beam hit Micky's throat.

"AHHH! Stop that!" Micky pleaded, wincing in pain.

"Or else what?" Grizelda mocked.

"Or I'll be sorry!" Micky exclaimed.

"Where did you get that device from anyway?" Davius asked Grizelda.

"The Great One gave it to me. He's such a clever man."

"Yes he is," Davius agreed, "And I'll always be grateful to him for removing Santa's spell so that I can take my rightful place once again as King-and you as my Queen." Davius kissed Grizelda's hand.

"Please, Davy," Micky begged, "You're no more a troll than I'm a nuclear scientist."

"Are all top-siders stubborn and stupid as this one, Davius?" Grizelda asked.

"I'm afraid so, my dear. They seem to latch on to one idea and stick to it." Davius replied.

"Well, maybe another jolt will get through his thick head." Grizelda said and aimed the box at Micky. But this time, Micky was ready. Using the pole he was tied to as leverage, Micky brought one of his legs, which weren't tied, straight up hitting Grizelda's hand and knocking the box out of her grip. The box flew several feet than smashed into a thousand pieces as it hit the ground. Grizelda grasped her hand in pain.

"OW!" She yelled. Instantly Davius was at her side holding her injured hand while other trolls raced over and grabbed Micky's legs. They chained Micky's legs together, then chained them to a ring on the floor. Davius rubbed and kissed Grizelda's injured hand then turned to Micky.

"Filthy top-sider!" Davius raged, his eyes dark. "How dare you hit my Queen, my bride to be!!"

"I..I didn't mean to hit her," Micky stammered, "Just knock the box away!"

"SHUT UP!!" Davius roared. He bent down and back-handed Micky across the face. Micky's head snapped to the side.

Tears rolled down Micky's cheeks, not because of the pain, but because it was Davy that had hit him. Micky realized that Davy was truly, deeply under Glick's control since Davy would never hit him.

Glick now entered the room.

"King Davius, its time for you to give your speech...is there a problem, your majesties?" He asked smoothly, noticing Davius' rage.

"The top-sider knocked your box out of my hand and the box is broken, Oh Great One." Grizelda replied.

"Oh that's OK, my Queen. I prefer the old fashioned methods of torture anyway. Don't you agree, King Davius?" Glick asked, sneaking a sidelong glance at Micky.

Davius matched Glick's evil smile. "Yes, you're quite right, Oh Great One." He turned to the trolls gathered in the room. "Beat some manners into the top-sider, then put him back in his cell. I have a speech to make that will change the destiny of our kind."

"Yes, my king." Several of the trolls answered, evil smiles on their faces too.

Then without another word, without even a glance at Micky, Davius gently took Grizelda's arm and led her away. Glick followed them, chuckling evilly. His hold on Davy was greater than he had hoped. Davy was even ordering the torture of one of his best friends!

Behind Glick, several trolls, holding short wooden clubs, walked over to Micky. Terrified, Micky tried to get away, but the chains and ropes had him helpless.

Davius, Grizelda and Glick didn't even bother to look back as Micky's screams echoed down the tunnels.

Armed with the maps of where the Trolls' underground entrances were, Mike and Peter raced back to their room. Once there, Mike began to rip through Micky's belongings.

"What are you looking for Mike?" Peter asked.

"The last time we fought creatures like this is when the evil wizard Glick used the Frodis to hypnotize people. At the time, Micky had a book which we used to fight off a two-headed Org."

Peter nodded. He had been under Frodis' hypnosis for most of that adventure, but he remembered what the others had told him.

"So you're looking for that book?" Peter asked.

"Right, Pete. AH HA! Here it is!" Mike said triumphantly, holding up a small paper-backed book, "This will-I hope, help us defeat any creatures we encounter down below!"

"I hope so Mike. I'm afraid for Micky and Davy." Peter said quietly.

Mike put a hand on Peter's shoulder. "I am too, shotgun, I am too. Now lets get ready."

Davius stood on the balcony overlooking the great hall, the largest room in the troll underworld. There were hundreds, if not thousands of trolls down below him waiting expectantly for the king to speak. He and Grizelda stepped to the railing and were greeted by a roar of welcome. The great King Davius has finally returned. Glick stayed back from the railing, silently watching his puppets. Davius raised his hands for silence. It finally came, and Davius spoke.

"Greetings, my fellow Trolls! Today is indeed a great day for our kind! I have been freed from Santa's evil spell and have finally returned to you!"

Great cheering erupted from that. Davius raised his hands for silence.

"Now is the time for us to get revenge on Santa for oppressing us all these years! Now we will use his love of coal and our tunnels to our advantage! Right now, the engineers are starting to dig tunnels right underneath Santa's castle and workshop, and when the time is right, we will bring down Santa to our level: Quite literally! HAHAHA! Think about it, fellow trolls, no more Santa, no more.." Davius made a face, "Christmas...no more happy top-siders! This is only the first step in controlling the world! Now go and dig those tunnels, we must be ready before it is Christmas again!"

The gathered trolls cheered mightily, then charged off to the mines. Glick laughed his head off. Everything was going fine! Nothing was going to stop him from destroying Christmas!

At Santa's palace, Mike and Peter were stuffing backpacks given to them by Tic and Toc, with all sorts of equipment.

The two had planed to head to where the evil Trolls, Glick and Grizelda were keeping their friends.

"I wish I can go along to help, I have to stay.

Christmas is just a short time away," Santa said.

"Don't worry, Santa we'll be OK," said Peter.

"I just hope we can get to Davy and Micky in time," said Mike.

The three then headed outside, along with Mrs. Clause as well.

"I packed you boys up some Cocoa to keep you warm," Mrs. Clause said, handing some thermoses to Mike and Peter.

"Thank you Mrs. Clause, that's very groovy of you," said Peter taking a thermos with a smile.

Just then, Tic and Toc came out, from the sled garage driving two snowmobiles.

"It's a long walk to get to the evil trolls," said Tic.

"You may need these, you'll get there quicker," said Toc.

"Thanks guys," said Mike climbing on of the mobiles, while Peter jumped on the other one.

The two then took off in search of their friends.

"Good luck," Santa called back.

"And be careful," said Mrs. Clause as she and her husband waved from a distance.

Back at the dark, dreary castle, Micky was being held prisoner locked below in the dungeon.

His coat, gloves, sweater and long sleeved shirt were taken from him.

So he was just clad in jeans and his T-shirt, and he was very cold.

Micky blew into his hands to keep warm, but his breath was almost ice.

Just then, he heard footsteps coming down stairs.

Micky hid his face in his hands, because he was afraid to know who was coming.

"Cold enough for you yet?" asked a voice.

Micky uncovered his face, it was Davius standing right before him.

"You! What have you done to my friend!" Micky shouted.

He tried to grab Davius, but his wrists were chained to the wall, as well as his ankles.

Davius just stood there and laughed.

"You don't feel that strong anymore, you poor little weakling." He chuckled in an evil tone of voice.

Micky then began to shiver from begin cold, and began to sneeze.

"You know, you can be nice and warm up there, if you join us." Davius said.

"Never, I rather freeze down here." Micky said with a cough.

"That's too bad."

Davius turned his back, and headed back up the stairs.

As Davius left, a small tear trickled down Micky's check, which then froze on his face.

He then began to cough some more.

Mike and Peter sped off toward what Santa's map showed was the closest of the troll's underground entrances. It made sense that Micky and Davy were probably taken below from there, and so that was where they'd begin their search. The two men parked their snowmobiles behind a hill that was near a cave. They got off their rides and while Peter put on his backpack, Mike looked through his. Mike pulled out a pair of binoculars, then slowly climbed up the snowy hill. Using his binoculars, he made out a pair of trolls guarding the entrance to the underground. They both were carrying nasty-looking spears and looked very alert for trouble. Mike scrambled down the hill.

"It’s one of their entrances all right." Mike said quietly. "There's two armed guards we have to get past."

"I know how we can do that!" Peter exclaimed.

Mike looked at Peter dubiously. "How?"

The two troll guards were silently walking back and forth across the entrance to the cave. All they had heard so far was the wind blowing. Suddenly they heard a clucking noise a little off to their left.

"Cluck..cluckcluckcluck..cluck!" Went the sound.

"What is that?" One of the trolls asked the other.

"Might be a top-sider." The other said, "Let's go see."

The two trolls followed the clucking sound to a large rock. One troll went around one side of the rock, the other troll went around the other side. They found a top-sider wearing a green wool hat sitting behind the rock making the clucking sounds. He looked up and smiled at the trolls.

"Uh...Hi guys?" Mike said uncertainly. This was his first close-up look at a troll, and didn't like it. "Like my imitation of the Texas Prairie Chicken?"

The two trolls aimed their spears right at Mike's heart.

"You will come with us, top-sider!" One of the trolls snarled.

"Um, I don't think so...now Peter!" Mike yelled.

Nothing happened.

"Peter!" Mike yelled again. The trolls advanced on Mike.

Suddenly, there was a mini-avalanche of snow falling on the two trolls. They were knocked unconscious.

"Sorry Mike," Peter said from the hill above the rock, "The snow wouldn't budge at first."

"That's OK, Pete," Mike said, relieved, "Lets drag these two beauties into the cave and go inside."

Mike and Peter did just that. Inside the cave there was a weapons closet. The two trolls were soon inside that too.

The two Monkees walked down the cave a little further and came upon a tunnel car.

"I guess this is our ride down, Pete." Mike said.

"Wait, Mike," Peter said, "Lets see what's in our knapsacks. Maybe something's in them to help us find Micky and Davy."

So Peter and Mike quickly opened up their sacks and found not only Mrs. Clause's cocoa, but extra clothes and a small hand-held device. It looked similar to the machinery Santa had used to locate Micky and Davy before. Mike read from a small piece of paper that was attached to it.

"Use this to locate your friends in the tunnels. Its a mini-radar detector. Humans will show up as red on the screen. Good luck. Santa."

Mike turned the detector on. It hummed softly and a small screen lit up on one side. It showed two dots to indicate Mike and Peter. Mike smiled and turned it off.

"Hey Mike." Peter said.

Mike turned around but didn't see Peter anywhere.

"Where are you Pete?" Mike said, looking around.

"I'm right in front of you Mike!" Peter said happily.

"Quit playing games, Pete!" Mike said annoyed, "Now come out from hiding!"

To Mike's astonishment, Peter appeared right in front of Mike's eyes! Peter smiled and closed Mike's open mouth.

"I'm wearing an invisibility cloak!" Peter said happily. "When you put the hood up, nobody can see you!"

"Good old Santa thought of everything!" Mike said getting his own cloak out of his sack, "Now we can walk through the tunnels and nobody will see us!" He put on his cloak. "Now lets get below."

Mike and Peter climbed into the tunnel car. Mike released the brake and the car started its journey into the earth.

Davius slowly paced back and forth in his private chambers. Grizelda was out making preparations for their marriage. He held in his hand the latest report on the tunnel digging. The digging was coming along quite well, faster than expected in fact. Yet Davius was troubled. Not because of his impending marriage to Grizelda or the rate of digging; no, he was quite pleased by both things. He was troubled about himself.

Things kept coming up in his mind, images of people, things he had known while he thought he was a top-sider. One thing bothered him the most though; if he was under Santa's spell, why can't he remember anything of his troll life before he was spell-bound? It seemed to him that he had always been a top-sider his whole life. The Great One had assured him all his memories would come back soon, but that hadn't happened yet.

Then there was the top-sider prisoner down in the dungeons. No matter how much he wanted to believe the man had been deceiving him for so long, something told him the prisoner was telling the truth; that he was this Davy that was a singer from Britain. Certainly this prisoner believed it bad enough to refuse to join him, bad enough to want to freeze instead. Davius was even starting to feel regret he had ordered the top-sider beaten. His musing were interrupted by a knock on his door.

"Enter!" Davius called out.

Wizard Glick swept into the room.

"Hello, your majesty. I hear everything is going well for you."

"Yes, yes it is, Great One." Davius said distractedly.

"Are you still having doubts about this?" Glick asked.

"I..I just wish I could forget about my life as a top-sider. Its making it hard for me to concentrate."

"Ah, you've been with the top-siders so long, you're still under their influence. Let me help."

Glick reached out and touched Davius' forehead.

"You are King Davius of the Trolls. You are NOT Davy Jones. You are not, nor have you ever been a top-sider."

"Yes, Oh Great One." Davius answered.

The empty tunnel car came to a halt at the end of the rail. Two trolls walked over to it and opened the door.

"How did this get down here?" One of them asked.

"I guess the brake let loose and it came down by itself." The other one replied.

What the trolls didn't know was that the car wasn't empty. It held two invisible Monkees who quietly jumped out of the tunnel car and ran into the next room. When they were sure nobody was around, Mike took off his hood and turned on his radar-detector. The screen only showed the two red dots indicating Mike and Peter.

"No new red dots showing, Pete. Lets try and head down deeper. Micky and Davy are probably in the dungeons."

"OK, Mike." Peter said softly.

The two walked on, stopping every so often to get their bearings. Eventually they started to go down deeper and deeper into the earth. Surprisingly, they didn't encounter too many trolls along the way, and the ones they did, seemed to be in a big hurry to dig in the mines. Mike and Peter pulled off to the side and Mike looked at the radar-detector. To his delight, another red dot showed up on the screen, along with their own!

"Hey Pete!" Mike whispered excitedly, "We found one of them!" He showed Peter the screen. "He's not too far from us!"

Peter's smile lit up the dark cavern. "Lets go!" He whispered.

Micky shivered and coughed again. He was lying down and curled up facing the stone wall he was still chained to in his small cell. Micky still hurt from the beating he had received earlier and now it seemed he was being left to freeze to death. Perhaps he'd die of pneumonia first. Either way he didn't care anymore, he was feeling such despair, such loneliness. Micky drifted off into an uneasy sleep...

Suddenly he heard his cell door open, but Micky didn't have the strength to turn to see who it was. Not that it mattered, anyway. But instead of the small, rough hands he was used to grabbing him, soft, gentle hands unlocked his chains and carried him out of his cell. Micky kept his eyes closed. This must be a dream, so why spoil it? He then felt those same soft hands and arms hugging him, trying to get him warm again, caressing his hair. Micky imagined he heard Mike and Peter telling him it was going to be okay, that he'd be fine, except he knew he wasn't going to be. Those voices kept calling his name, telling him to open his eyes, to say something, so finally Micky opened his eyes, expecting to find himself back in his cold, dark cell. To his shock, he was lying in Mike and Peter’s arms. They were holding him close, big smiles on their faces. He was no longer in his cell, but in another chamber nearby.

"Welcome back, shotgun." Mike said with a smile.

"Mike, Peter?" Micky said, then coughed.

"Yes, its us, Micky." Peter said, holding a thermos cup in his hand. "Drink some of Mrs. Clause's cocoa. You'll feel better." He brought the cup to Micky’s blue lips.

Micky drank a little of the cocoa. Immediately, he did feel better, and he didn't cough or sneeze anymore.

"Some cocoa." Micky said with a smile.

"Where's Davy?" Mike asked.

Micky's smile faded.

"Guys, there's a lot you need to know."

Peter reached into his bag, pulled out an extra sweater, and handed it to Micky.

Micky thanked Peter, and put the sweater on.

He then explained to Mike and Peter what Queen Grizelda did to Davy, as well as the up-coming wedding.

"You're joking?!" mike said in surprised.

"No, the wedding is gonna take place tonight," Micky said.

"Should I call a florist?" asked Peter.

"Peter, this is no time to joke.

Davy's in serious trouble!" said Mike.

Just then, a thought popped into Micky's head.

He wasn't sure if it was the cocoa talking, but he knew he felt something come to him.

"You know Peter, you may be right this time," Micky said.

"Thank you," Peter answered sounding proud.

"What a minute, I don't get it," Mike said sounding confused.

Micky then called Mike and Peter in a huddle.

That night, the big event was here.

The place was decorated almost like a Halloween party, than a wedding.

Davius stood at the altar, dressed in his entire black suit, waiting for his bride to come.

Just then, three funny looking strangers entered the room, holding different arrangements of what looked sort of like flowers.

It was really Mike, Micky and Peter wearing disguises, so they won't get recognized.

One of the trolls got up from his seat, and went up to the strangers.

"What do you what?" he asked in a grinchy tone.

"That's not very nice to address people at all," Peter said to the troll.

"Shhh!" went Micky and Mike.

"We're the florists," Mike said in a deep voice.

"You have to see to the groom, cuz we ain't orderin' no flowers!" the troll snapped back.

"Where can we find the groom?" Micky asked in a weird sounding voice.

The troll pointed to where Davy was, without saying a word.

The three then walked up to the altar, to meet Davius.

Just then, the organ began to play the wedding march.

At that moment Grizelda appeared, wearing not a white wedding gown, but a black one, complete with a matching veil.

At that moment, Mike gave Peter and Micky a quick nod.

They then dropped the 'flowers", grabbed Davius, and raced out of the room.

Grizelda called out to them.

"Come back here with my king!" she shouted.

Everyone turned to her.

"Well? Don't just sit there, stop them! Don't let them get away!"

A few trolls got up, and began to chase The Monkees, who were now about to exit the castle.

"Unhand me at once! Davius commanded, Return me to my bride!"

"Man, he's still under the spell," Micky whispered to Mike.

"Peter, get the rope out of your bag!" Mike said.

Peter did that, and the three tied up Davius with it.

Mike got back on his mobile, with Davius tied up with a handkerchief in his mouth as a gag, while Micky drove with Peter.

Mike then radioed Santa on the walkie-talkie.

"Santa, we found them, we're heading back to the Palace."

Santa picked up his walkie-talkie and pushed the button.

"That's great news, Mike." He said happily, "We'll be waiting."

Mrs. Clause, Tic and Toc entered Santa's study.

"What happened?" Mrs. Clause asked.

"Mike and Peter found and rescued Micky and Davy and they're on their way back now."

"Wonderful!" Mrs. Clause exclaimed, "I was so worried about them!"

"Hey boss," Tic said, "You need to come down and see if the new shipment of tricycle wheels are the right size or not."

"I'll be right down, Tic." Santa replied, "Toc, make sure you have a warm welcome ready for the Monkees when they return."

"Right, boss."

With everybody being so busy, nobody noticed the cracks on the basement walls. The trolls were getting close. Very Close.

The Monkees raced back to Santa's castle on their two snowmobiles. It was very dark out, however, and it was snowing again, so they had to be careful. Davius was still growling through his gag. Mike hated to have his friend tied up and gagged, but it was for his own good. Micky, sitting behind Peter on the other snowmobile, occasionally looked over at Davius, sadness in his heart. Micky knew Davy was under an evil spell when he ordered him beaten and chained in a cell to freeze; he had already forgiven Davy for that. But, once Davy was out from Glick's spell-if his spell could be broken-would Davy be able to forgive himself for all the evil he had done? Suddenly, Mike raised his hand for all of them to stop. Once they stopped, Peter looked over.

"What's wrong, Mike?" He asked.

"I just want to check the map to make sure we're on the right track." Mike replied.

Davius finally was able to spit out his gag. "You top-siders will be sorry you kidnapped me!"

"We'd be even more sorry if we hadn't, Davy," Mike said sadly, "We want our friend back the way he was. He's still in there, if you'll just let him come out."

"Quit calling me Davy!" Davius shouted. "I am Davius, King of the trolls!"

"You don't look like a troll to me." Peter answered. "You don't have a long nose, you're not ugly like them."

The first flicker of doubt appeared in Davius' eyes. He had seen the portrait of himself on several walls, and noticed he DID look different than other trolls. Before he could respond, though, all four of them heard and felt the ground rumble beneath them.

"What's that?" Micky asked.

"I think we're being followed." Davius said with a smug smile.

"Well, I don't think your troll buddies are gonna catch us with their short legs while we got these snowmobiles." Mike said smugly too, then to Peter, "Lets get going again."

"Who says we're running?" Davius replied, "You're also forgetting the extensive tunnels my trolls have been digging towards Santa's castle. There's probably one right under us."

Suddenly, the ground shook again, harder than last time. Then, the ground opened up right in front of them and out of the hole climbed a giant, black, three-headed mole! Climbing out behind the mole was a very angry Queen Grizelda, still wearing her all-black wedding dress, followed by dozens of spear-carrying trolls.

The Monkees, except Davius, screamed at the sight of the mole. Davius seemed well pleased, his doubts forgotten-for now.

"AH, my Queen, I knew you'd rescue me!" Davius exclaimed happily.

"I'd move the whole underground for you, my love." Grizelda replied, then glared at the Micky, Mike and Peter, "Your noisy top-sider machines led us right to you. And now to your deaths!" Grizelda tapped the Mole on the side. "Kill the top-siders!" She yelled.

Davius kicked Mike off his snowmobile then scrambled off to the side. Peter started up his snowmobile and tried to swing around and pick up Mike, but the mole caught the tip of his claw on one of Peter's snowmobile's skis. The snowmobile upset and Peter and Micky crashed to the ground. Mike picked himself up and ran over to Micky and Peter. The mole advanced on them, growling. Off on the side, Grizelda untied Davius and they watched what the mole would do to the top-siders.

"Oh, man," Micky breathed, "What I wouldn't give for that book we used to defeat Glick's two-headed Org."

"I have the book!" Mike yelled, quickly digging in his knapsack. He pulled it out along with a flashlight so he could see what to do. "I'm glad I brought it!"

"So are we." Peter said frightened, "Hurry, what does it say to do with a three-headed mole?"

Mike quickly looked through the book, all the while the three of them were backing up from the mole.

"Let's see, giant aardvark, giant cow, giant four-headed lizard, giant two-headed mole, AH!" Mike exclaimed, "Giant three-headed mole! It says we must run counter-clockwise three times, fall on our knees and throw a thermos of cocoa at it!"

"Good thing I have some cocoa left." Peter said, pulling out a thermos out of his sack.

The three men quickly ran in a counter-clockwise circle three times, fell to their knees, and Peter threw the thermos of cocoa at the mole's feet.

Nothing happened.

"Maybe the book said 'clockwise'?" Micky ventured.

Suddenly, the mole began to shake and with a roar rolled onto its back, dead.

The trolls, especially Grizelda gasped in shock. She had raised that mole from infancy and now it was dead! Davius was shocked for another reason. He remembered clearly the first time he, Micky and Mike had used that book on a two-headed ogre. Glick had sent that ogre after them! If Glick was his friend, why did Glick try to kill him? Things weren't making sense to him anymore! How could he be Davius and Davy at the same time?

Micky, Mike and Peter took advantage of the distraction of the mole's death to sneak back to Mike's snowmobile. They had almost made it when Glick appeared, sitting on the snowmobile.

"Going somewhere, boys?" Glick asked.

"You just don't give up, do you Glick?" Mike asked angrily.

"Never did, never will." Glick said with a smile, then yelled to the trolls, "SEIZE THEM!"

Micky, Mike and Peter turned and ran. With their long legs, they could've easily outrun the trolls, but Glick waved his hand and the snow turned to ice. The three Monkees slipped on the ice and went down. Before they had a chance to get up, the trolls were on them.

"Chain them up tight, now," Glick called out gleefully, "and gag them. We don't want them speaking anymore lies to King Davius." Glick got off the snowmobile and walked over to Davius and Grizelda.

"My king, are you all right?" Glick asked, feigning concern.

"Yes, I'm fine, Great One." Davius answered trying to sound normal. He was having more doubts about his life than ever, but for some reason, he didn't want Glick to know that. "They tried to make me think I'm this Davy person, but I refused to believe them."

"Good, Good, my king. I'm sorry your wedding was interrupted, but perhaps you can have it on the night you originally planned, Dec. 24th."

"Yes, that would be good," Grizelda said, "I'll need the time to plan an even better wedding, and...." she pointed at the trolls carrying Mike, Micky and Peter towards them, "to take care of some wedding crashers."

The trolls' procession stopped by Glick, Davius and Grizelda. Micky, Mike and Peter were roughly dropped to the ground. They were wrapped up in chains from their ankles to their shoulders, with gags in their mouths. Unable to move, the three men could only look up at Davius, but Davius somehow couldn't meet their eyes, and looked away. Grizelda stood over the helpless men.

"You three ruined my wedding, stole my groom and killed my pet mole!" She yelled, "You…will...pay!" She growled slowly. "Take them to the dungeons!"

The trolls hauled a squirming Micky, Mike and Peter onto their backs, and carried them down into the earth. Davius finally looked up, but by then, they had already been taken below. Not wanting to show any sign of doubt, Davius looked at Grizelda and Glick.

"While you take care of the top-siders, my dear, I think I'll go see how the digging is progressing."

"Good idea, your majesty." Glick agreed smiling.

The three followed the other trolls back into the earth.

Back at Santa's castle, Toc stood outside the door with a lantern along with other elves, waiting for the Monkees to come back. Even with the bad weather, it shouldn't have taken this long to get back from the trolls' lair. Toc shook his head and went inside to Santa's study. Santa was at his desk, looking over the latest weather reports for Hong Kong when Toc came in.

"Well, did the Monkees come back finally?" Santa asked.

"No, Santa, and I'm worried." Toc replied. "They should've at least called."

"Well, I'll call them and see what's going on." Santa replied, picking up his walkie-talkie, "Santa to Mike, Santa to Mike, come in please."

All Santa got back was static. Santa repeated the call. Static answered him. Santa closed his eyes. If the trolls got all four of them, things would be very bad indeed.

Things were already very bad for Micky, Mike and Peter. They were carried deep into the bowels of the Earth and into the troll dungeons. Once there, Grizelda proved herself to be just as cruel and mean as Davius when it came to torture. The three men tried to explain, between screams, that Davius was really named Davy and was being influenced to do evil by Glick.

"Grizelda please listen," Mike begged, pulling on his chains, "We've dealt with Glick before. He's evil!"

Even Peter, generally considered the weakest, softest of the Monkees, kept insisting, even under the lash, that Davius was not a troll.

"Would we go through this for Santa is he was evil?" Micky asked tearfully. "If we didn't love Davy?"

But Grizelda loved Davius and would only see their words as lies, but down deep she admired the courage they showed. She didn't know top-siders had such qualities. What shocked her the most was the willingness of each human to undergo extra torture if the other two were left alone.

Eventually, Micky, Mike and Peter stopped trying to talk to Grizelda, and simply concentrated on trying to stay conscious. Finally, the three beaten, bruised and exhausted men were chained up in their small cells, far away from each other, and left to wonder if they’d ever see the sun again.

Mike woke up from a very unpleasant sleep, he realized he was still locked up in a cell, by the evil Wizard Glick, and Queen Grizelda.

"Peter! Micky! Where are you guys?!" he shouted.

"I'm right here!" Peter cried out from the cell across from him.

"Me too!" Micky replied from the cell next to Peter.

"How are we gonna get out of here to save Davy?” Mike asked

At that moment, two small trolls entered the dungeon.

"Please don't hurt us!" Peter began to cry.

"We were down here the whole time, honest!" Said Micky.

The trolls then removed their robes.

It was Tic and Toc in disguise as trolls!

"Tic! Toc! How’d you find us?!" Mike asked.

"We located you on the screen, followed a map," said Tic.

"And he we are." Toc finished him off.

"That's great that you found us." said Peter.

"One problem though, how do we get out of here?" Mike wondered.

Tic and Toc pulled candy canes out of their pockets, and began to cut the bars open with them.

The bars split apart like magic and the guys were free.

"How did you do that?" Micky asked in surprised.

"That's an elf secret," Tic said.

Toc then handed the guys robes.

"Put these on, and no one will recognize you," he said.

The Monkees put the robes on, and followed Tic and Toc in the lead out of the dungeon.

As they were leaving the castle, Davius stopped them.

The gang halted as well.

"Carry on!" Davius commanded.

As they did.

However, Peter's robe got caught, and it ripped right off him.

"Stop! Fakes!" Davius shouted.

It was no use, for they all raced out of the castle, with Davius following them.

He chased them on to a pond that was frozen over.

The guys, and Tic and Toc made it, but when Davius ran across, the ice began to crack.

Suddenly, he fell through.

"Help! Davius shouted ,“Help!"

They all thought about going on, but it was their friend underneath that bad guy.

Micky then began to rush onto the pond, but Mike stopped him.

"Micky, if run out there, you'll fall in too," Mike warned.

"But how are we gonna save Davy?" Peter wondered.

Mike thought for a minute, then something came to him.

"We need to form a human chain, he said.

He then turned to Tic and Toc and said, "You two go back to Santa and tell him to get here immediately.

The elves did just that.

Mike then explained to Peter and Micky how to make a human chain.

First, Mike lied down on the ground as the base chain, since he weighed the most. Peter then, carefully crawled on to the ice. Micky was the last, and got to the broken piece of ice where Davius was trying to get out of.

"Come on, swim closer," Micky said reaching his hand out.

Although Davius was cold, he did, and took a hold of Micky.

"I got him!" Micky called to Mike.

Mike then, carefully pulled Peter's ankles, while Peter did the same with Micky, and they all got back to shore, just in time for Santa's arrival.

However, Davius was completely frozen, and his eyes were closed.

Santa looked at him.

"Let's get him back to the castle to warm up," he said.

They all piled onto the sled, and headed back to the castle.

Davius awoken to find himself on a bed, in Santa's palace, surrounded by the guys.

"Hey fellas," he said in a weak voice.

"Are you OK Davius sir?" Peter asked.

"Peter, you know my name is Davy."

"That fall through the ice must have brought his memory back," Micky said.

"What the heck are you guys talking about?" Davy said.

Mike explained to him about Glick, the Queen and the trolls, as well as stopping Christmas forever.

Davy couldn't believe it.

Just then, Mrs. Clause came in with a drink on a tray.

"I'm happy to see you're awake. I must go tell my husband," she said handing the tray to Davy.

"Try some, it may help."

"Is that some kind of potion that prevents colds and gives strength?" Mike asked.

"Actually, its peppermint drop tea, but it will make him feel better.”

After just one gulp, Davy did feel better,

And the guys were glad to have their friend back too.

Davy laid his head back on the soft pillows of his bed. The last thing he remembered clearly was when he and Micky were in Queen Grizelda's throne room. He had a hard time believing what Mike had told him. Glick made him think he was King Davius of the trolls? He almost married the troll Queen? Davy would've thought Mike was crackers any other time, but this was real. What made his head spin was the fact he had told the trolls to dig tunnels to undermine Santa's castle! The castle would've been destroyed and Santa would be dead! Anger started to form up inside Davy had how he had been used, like a toy, for evil.

Micky reached over Davy's bed to bring the covers up to his chin, when Davy saw Micky's cut and bruised wrist. Davy gently but firmly took Micky's wrist in his hand and looked at it. It was injured on both sides. He had a bad feeling about how Micky was injured.

"Where'd you get the bruises, Mick?" Davy asked quietly.

"Oh..um..I got it from," Micky hedged. He didn't want to tell Davy he got the bruises from being chained and tied up several times, once from Davy himself.

But Davy already guessed the answer. He used his other hand to gently push back Micky's shirt sleeve to find several more cuts and bruises.

"..being tortured." Davy finished tonelessly, looking Micky in the eye.

Micky looked down at the covers, then nodded his head. Davy looked over at Peter and Mike. They quickly put their hands behind their backs, proving they too had been tortured.

Davy released Micky's wrist, then shut his eyes. This was too much.

"It wasn't your fault, Davy." Micky said quietly.

"Yeah, it was Grizelda who had us tortured the last time when we kidnapped you from your wedding," Peter put in quickly. "Not you."

"The last time?" Davy put in sharply, "What about the first time?"

"You weren't yourself, Davy," Micky replied, "You were being controlled by Glick."

"Yeah, weak little Davy, so easily manipulated!" Davy shouted, "You three should've left me in that pond!"

"Davy don't say that!" Mike exclaimed, "We still love you."

"We even told Grizelda that in the dungeon," Peter said, "She tried to make us say you were Davius and that Santa had been controlling you, but we didn't."

"Pete, I don't think Davy needed to hear that right now." Mike whispered, "He's feeling poorly about our torture as it is."

After a long pause, Davy finally spoke. "Please, fellas, I need some rest."

"OK, shotgun," Mike said, squeezing Davy's hand, "We'll check up on you later."

Micky, Mike and Peter walked out of the room and closed the door.

Davy waited until their footsteps faded before he burst out crying.

Little did Davy know that Glick had watched the entire scene play out on his television. He was furious that the Monkees had escaped and that Davy was out from under his spell, but still happy that Davy was going to be feeling guilty about this for a long, long, time. The door opened and Queen Grizelda walked in. She looked at Glick's TV and saw Davy crying. She started to cry too.

"Oh, my poor Davius! Look how sad he is!" Grizelda exclaimed. She didn't know the real reason Davy was crying, and Glick wasn't going to tell her. "We must get him back, Great One!"

"Yes, yes, of course we must, and we shall, my queen!" Glick replied, "He has his destiny to fulfill! He needs to be here when Santa's castle crumbles to the ground!"

"How do we rescue Davius, Great One?" Grizelda asked.

"I must work some more of my magic, my queen, so I can sneak Davius out of the castle. Will you excuse me? This will take concentration." Glick asked.

"Yes, Great One." Grizelda replied, then started for the door, "I want him back so we can be married, too! After 150 years, I finally find a mate, and he's taken from me." She left the room, closing the door.

"Silly little insect." Glick muttered to himself. Then, he clapped his hands. Lisa and Laura entered the room from another door. They were wearing matching black mini-dresses.

"Yes, Wizard Glick?" They both asked together.

"I need you two to work your charms on two of the Monkees again." Click said.

"Is that all we're good for?" Lisa asked, "I have a degree in journalism you know."

"And I have a degree in retail." Laura said.

"And look how far you two had gotten with those degrees," Glick sneered, "Perhaps you two would like to go back to those dirty factory jobs working 12-hour days making wallpaper."

"No." Lisa replied, hanging her head.

"Good." Glick replied, all smiles, "Now here's what you two will do."

Micky, Mike and Peter came downstairs and walked to the cafeteria. They got some cocoa and settled themselves down gingerly on the too-small tables and chairs near a window. The elf doctor had done a marvelous job in patching up their injuries, but they would be sore for awhile. For a few minutes, they drank their cocoa, then Micky said what was on all of their minds.

"Davy sure is down right now." He said sadly.

"Yeah," Mike agreed, "I wish he'd realize what he did wasn't his fault."

"You know, guys," Peter said, "We might've saved Davy, but what if the trolls are still digging those tunnels? What if Glick comes back for Davy? Our problems aren't over yet."

"He's right." Mike said, "We gotta find a way to take care of Glick. But how do you fight a wizard?"

"What about that book we use against the giant mole?" Peter asked.

"It’s gone." Micky said simply, "It was lost when we were captured again by Grizelda."

"No it's not." A voice came from behind them. It was Santa. In his hand he held Micky's book.

"Santa!" Micky exclaimed, taking the book from him, "Thanks! Where'd you find it?"

"Right next to a giant, dead mole." Santa replied, wincing a little, "Those trolls keep such awful pets."

"Are you having any luck with shoring up the walls?" Mike asked. They had told Santa of Glick's plan to collapse his castle, so Santa was doing what he could to keep his castle up.

"Yes, the walls aren't cracking anymore. I hope the trolls stop digging now because their king is gone. By the way, how is Davy?"

The three Monkees looked at each other. Mike finally spoke.

"Davy's having a hard time handling what he had done, Santa. We told him it wasn't his fault, but he saw what the trolls did to us and he's feeling kinda low right now."

"I'll go talk to him. We can't have him feeling sad over something he couldn't help." Santa turned to go.

"Thanks Santa." The three men said as Santa walked away. Micky put his little book in his shirt pocket.

"I'm gonna get a refill." He said, "You guys want one?"

"No, that's OK, Mick." Mike replied, and Peter shook his head. Micky walked away. A few seconds later, Peter happened to look out the window, and saw two human girls in green elf costumes walk past.

"Hey Mike!" Peter exclaimed, "LOOK!" He pointed out the window.

Mike looked out the window at what Peter was pointing to. "Hey I think those are Glick's chicks."

"They sure look like the girls Micky described." Peter agreed. "They might be after Davy! Let’s go after them!"

Mike and Peter quickly got up and ran out the cafeteria door. Micky, carrying a fresh cup of cocoa, saw them leave.

"Hey guys, what's up?" he yelled, but his friends were already gone. Micky put his cocoa down on a table and followed them out the door. He soon saw who his friends were chasing: Lisa and Laura, the two girls who had led Davy and himself into a trap!

"Mike! Peter!" Micky yelled, "Don't follow them! It’s a trap!"

Fortunately, Mike and Peter heard Micky and stopped running after the girls. Lisa and Laura, however, realizing they weren't being followed, walked back to Micky, Mike and Peter.

"Hi guys!" Laura chirped happily.

"Don't 'hi' us, you two." Micky said angrily. "We know you're working for Glick."

"And you're coming with us." Mike said, "Santa's gonna have some questions for you two."

"Don't be mad at us, Micky," Lisa said. "We have to work for Glick, or its back to a horrible factory job for us."

"Cry me a river." Mike replied with a snort. He, Micky and Peter grabbed the girls' arms, but Lisa held up a small box she had been hiding in her hand and pushed a button. There was a popping sound, then, with a blue flash of light, all five of them disappeared.

Santa knocked on Davy's door and then went in. To his surprise, Davy wasn't in bed, or anywhere in the room for that matter. Santa knew Davy was still weak from his dip in the pond, so he became concerned for Davy's whereabouts. Plus, Davy was feeling bad about his turn as Davius, so that wasn't working in Davy's favor either. Santa quickly left the room, hoping Davy hadn't gone far.

Davy wasn't too far at all. He had gone into the barn where the reindeer were kept and up into the loft. He needed some quiet time to think about what he had done. True, he didn't know what he was doing at the time he was Davius, but it was still him. How could the other three be so kind to him after all the pain they had gone through, most likely ordered by him? He didn't deserve such good friends. After they got back to California, he would have to try and find a way to make it up to Micky, Mike and Peter. Worse was the thought that he had almost destroyed Christmas for the whole world! Davy shuddered at the thought of all those kids not getting presents on Christmas morning.

Davy was so focused on these glum thoughts that he almost didn't see the figure appear next to him: Wizard Glick.

"Hello Davius, oh, that's right, you're Davy again, aren't you?" Glick said sarcastically.

"Glick, you filthy rotter!" Davy screamed and charged the wizard. But Davy passed through Glick's figure like it was a ghost, and he landed on a bale of hay.

"Before you foolishly charge me again, Davy, I think you should see this." Glick said calmly.

Glick snapped his fingers and a TV set appeared with them in the loft. The screen showed snow for a second, then a picture came into focus. Davy's jaw dropped in shock.

On the screen were Micky, Mike and Peter lying bound and gagged on the floor of an underground tunnel. Worse, next to them was a troll drilling machine, its sharp, pointed spikes whirling away. Davy's friends were about to chewed up by the machine!

"NO!" Davy yelled frantically, "No, Glick, please don't kill them!"

"I won't....if you agree to act like King Davius again. But any treachery from you and...."

"You're a fine one to talk about treachery!" Davy shouted.

Glick moved a finger, and the drilling machine came closer to Davy's friends. Davy could see the terror in their eyes from where he stood.

"NO! I'll do it, I'll do it!" Davy said frantically. "Just take that machine away!"

Glick moved the machine back. "Just remember, that they'll stay there until I no longer need you as Davius. This will be much easier for me than putting a spell on you."

"I'll do as you say, Glick." For now, Davy thought.

Santa went back into the cafeteria to see Micky, Mike and Peter. They were no long at the table they were sitting at, or in the cafeteria at all. Santa noticed the empty cocoa cups and the full cup sitting at the table. It seems the boys left in a hurry. He asked the nearby elves, and they told him the three Monkees had quickly run out the door after two women in elf costumes. Fearing the worst, Santa hurried back downstairs to his secret tech-lab and tried to find the men. In a few seconds, he had his answer: All four of them were underground in the troll mines. It was seldom that Santa got angry, but he felt his face grow red thinking about the trolls, or rather this Wizard Glick person who was controlling them. It was time to take serious action.

"TIC, TOC!" Santa yelled. They came running.

"Yes Santa?" They asked.

"The trolls have the Monkees again. Its time to call out the troops. Put operation snow flake into action."

"Right away, boss!" Tic and Toc exclaimed and ran off.

Santa shut off his machines and walked out of the room. It was time to show Glick that he wasn't the only one who knew magic.

Lisa and Laura helped Davy into his royal black cloak. Glick had transported Davy back to Glick's chambers so he could become 'Davius' again. Davy stood stiffly at the mirror as the girls brushed the cloak with their brushes. Neither of them spoke. Davy nudged them away with his elbows.

"I hope you two are proud of yourselves." Davy said coldly. Glick had told him it was the girls who had captured his friends. He didn't want them around him.

Lisa and Laura looked at the floor and moved away. Glick, all in black, swept into the room.

"Ah, you look splendid, King Davius." Glick soothed, then to the girls, "That will be all." They left the room.

Glick reached out and touched Davy's temple with his finger.

"There. You now can remember all that happened while you were Davius." Glick said, laughing, "I'm sure you won't want to forget a single detail."

Davy shut his eyes against the memories Glick had brought back. It was worse than what the other three had let on! He had actually hit Micky, ordered him beaten, then laughed and mocked him as he froze in the dungeon! On top of that, he did nothing to stop Grizelda from brutally torturing his friends!

"I hate you Glick." Davy said tonelessly after several seconds.

"I don't care." Glick said with a shrug. "You'll need those memories to fool Grizelda anyway, who's on her way here, to welcome back her king. Ah, here she is now, and please... remember our earlier discussion about your friends."

Queen Grizelda came into the room. "Davius!" She shouted happily, "You're back!" She ran over to Davy and gave him a big hug and kiss. Davy was appalled, remembering that she had tortured his friends, but did his best to return the hug and kiss.

"Thank you so much, Great One, for bringing him back!" Grizelda exclaimed, "How did you do it?"

"I waited until Davius was out of Santa's sight and zapped him right back here!" Glick said proudly. "I hope his majesty won't go outside by himself anymore."

"Oh, I'll have guards around him all the time now!" Grizelda promised.

"Good, good." Glick beamed, "Well, If you'll excuse me, I think I'll take a nap. I'm sure you two have some catching up to do. Goodbye!" With that, Glick bowed and walked out of the room and into his bedroom.

After hearing the bedroom door close, Grizelda took Davy's hand and led him over to the couch. They sat down, Grizelda still holding Davy's hand. Davy wanted to pull his hand free, but was afraid to do anything to let on that he wasn't Davius anymore.

"I'm so glad you're back, my king, the workers were wondering where you were and the digging had slowed down."

"Is that the only reason you're glad to see me?" Davy asked coolly.

Grizelda laughed nervously. "No, No, of course not, dear, I wanted you back so we can be married." She hung her head, not knowing how to proceed. Davy noticed this, and wondered what was bothering her. Maybe he could use this against Glick.

"What's wrong my Queen?" Davy asked, trying to act kind.

Grizelda looked at the door, then moved closer to Davy. "I've been thinking a lot about the three humans who used to be your friends." She said quietly.

"What about them?" Davy asked, trying to keep his voice neutral.

"Well, it was when I had them in the torture chamber, after they had tried to kidnap you."

Davy nodded curtly, remembering how he had fought against his friends. "Go on."

"I asked them again, and again, why they did such a thing. They answered that you were their friend Davy, that Glick had put a spell on you, not Santa." Grizelda paused, "Even under the lash, the rack, and my favorite, the hot poker, they kept insisting it was the truth. They said it with such conviction that I.." Grizelda's voice dropped even lower, "I...began to believe them. Forgive me Davius. But is it true?"

In answer, Davy shot his hand up and gripped the troll queen's throat. He slowly pulled it away when he saw the sad look in Grizelda's eyes. Those eyes were eyes of regret and remorse, not anger or glee.

"Its true, isn't it?" Grizelda said. "That we've both been deceived by Glick?"

Davy starred at Grizelda for long seconds, then nodded his head. "I was put under a spell to make me think I was Davius, since I look so much like him. Now Glick has my friends tied up somewhere in the tunnels next to a digging machine. If I don't pretend I'm Davius, my friends will be killed."

Grizelda shot to her feet. “I’ll have my guards put Glick in the dungeon!’ She said angrily.

Davy stood up quickly as well. “No, your majesty.” He said. “As much as I’d like to see Glick stretched on the rack for what he did to me and my friends, he still has my friends hostage. We have to go along with his game until we can think of something.”

Just then, Davy and Grizelda heard the tapestry hanging against the wall rustle. Putting a finger to his lips, Davy tip-toed over to the tapestry and quickly pulled it back. Behind the tapestry was Lisa and Laura. They were back to wearing all-black mini-dresses, and looked ready to cry.

"Spying for Glick, right?" Davy spat.

"Yes, he told us to eavesdrop, to make sure you keep your end of the bargain." Lisa said, frightened.

"I should have you two flayed for this!" Grizelda said angrily, joining Davy.

"Please don't, Queen Grizelda," Laura begged, "We don't want to work for Glick anymore. We didn't know Davy's friends would be tortured, or that Glick would try to destroy Christmas!"

Davy thought a moment. "Would you two know where Glick keeps his magic spell book?"

The two girls nodded their heads.

"Good. Glick's asleep." Davy answered, "Get his spell book, and bring it to my chambers. Glick's gonna get a dose of his own medicine."

Lisa and Laura quickly left the room to do what Davy said.

"Can we trust them?" Grizelda asked.

"Can I trust you?" Davy answered.

The troll queen nodded her head. "I'm sorry for what I did to your friends, and I will help you get Glick out of the North Pole."

Davy took Grizelda's arm and led him back to his chambers, hoping Lisa and Laura could bring the book back to him. Christmas depended on it.

Santa stood on the balcony of his castle overlooking the plain. Below him, in neat rows, were hundreds of toy soldiers. Elves were frantically getting them ready, winding them up, straightening their hats, making sure they had ammo. Finally, Santa got the all-clear from Toc. Santa pushed a button on a box in his hand. Immediately, the soldiers came to life and stood at attention.

"Men," Santa shouted down to the soldiers, "Our land is under attack by the trolls. They are being led by their queen and an evil wizard! Your orders are to march on the troll lair and stop them from digging their tunnels. There are also four male humans that are prisoners. You must rescue them as well. Now, be off and good luck to you!"

The soldiers turned and marched away into the troop carriers that would take them to the trolls.

Glick walked in without knocking into Davy's chambers. Lisa and Laura had been keeping an eye on the door, so that Davy had plenty of time to hide Glick’s spell book before he entered. Grizelda had gone back to her own chambers.

"Hello, your majesty." Glick said smoothly, "I've come to tell you, Davius, that it’s almost time for your moment of glory!"

"What do you mean?" Davy asked slowly

"Why the moment you push the button that explodes the last of the rock underneath Santa's castle! The moment that Santa's castle crumbles to the ground! The moment Christmas is no more! HAHA!" Glick laughed hysterically.

"Before I do anything, I want to see Micky, Mike and Peter!" Davy demanded. "In person!"

"You can see them just as well from my TV." Glick answered sharply.

"How do I know it’s not a trick?" Davy demanded. "How do I know they're not already dead?"

Glick sighed. "Very well, I'll give you a few minutes. But remember, I'll be watching!" He pointed a finger at Davy and Davy disappeared.

The three Monkees sat against a cold, stone wall in one of the trolls' tunnels. After Lisa had pushed the button on the box she had, they had appeared here, surrounded by trolls. There had been no chance of escape. The digging machine was turned off right now, but sometimes it would roar to life, scaring them half to death. They were sitting bound hand and foot and gagged at the end of the tunnel, with the digging machine blocking the only way out. To pass the time, they tried to untie themselves and hum Christmas carols. Right now they were humming an old carol named 'Riu Chiu'. It helped keep their minds off what must be happening up above: that Davy was probably being forced to be 'Davius' again, and leading the trolls against Santa.

Suddenly, with a flash of blue light, Davy appeared in front of them! The three of them, jumped back in fright at first, then they sagged in relief. Davy dropped to his knees in relief that his friends were OK.

"Hi, guys," Davy said quietly, "Don't get up on my account." He joked weakly.

"MM!" Micky said and nodded with his head at Davy's clothes.

"Yeah, I have to be Davius again for Glick. Otherwise, you three would be dead." Davy said quietly. "I have my memories of my life as Davius again, and after what you three have been through…” Davy paused, looking down, “I won't let anything else happen to you."

Micky, Mike and Peter shook their heads at Davy. They didn't want him to help Glick, even at the cost of their own lives.

Up in Davy's chambers, Glick carefully watched what was going on. Lisa and Laura decided to make their move so Davy could talk freely to his friends. They came up on either side of Glick and began running their fingers through his short, reddish-brown hair.

"Oh, great Wizard Glick," Lisa said sweetly, "Is there anything else you want us to do?"

As they hoped, Glick turned away from the TV and to them.

"Um, yeah, keep doing that, it feels good!" Glick exclaimed.

Hoping Lisa and Laura did their job, Davy crawled over to his bound friends.

"I told Grizelda what's going on, and she's on our side now." Davy whispered, "So is his two birds, Lisa and Laura." Davy pulled something out of his cloak. It was the diamond ring he had given Grizelda when they became engaged. He reached behind Micky and put the ring into his bound hands.

"I don't have much time left, fellas, so I can't cut you loose. Maybe Grizelda's ring can help."

"Mm..MM!" Micky said pointed with his chin at his pocket.

"What, Micky?" Davy asked.

"MMM!" Micky insisted, looking at his shirt pocket.

Davy reached into Micky's shirt pocket and pulled out the little book he had used to kill the giant mole. He quickly put the book into his cloak.

"Thanks mate." Davy said, then gave Micky a hug. Davy did the same with Mike and Peter. With their hands tied behind their backs, they couldn't return the hug. There were tears in their eyes. Davy's eyes were wet too. If his plan went wrong, he’d never see his friends again. Suddenly, Davy popped out of sight. It was time to go.

Davy, Grizelda, Lisa and Laura stood in a side tunnel chamber near where the digging was nearly complete. Pretty soon, the tunnels would be done under Santa's castle. All that was needed was a little bit of TNT to knock away the support beams and Santa's castle would collapse under its own weight. Lisa and Laura assured Davy that Glick had been distracted long enough for him to talk to his friends. Now, all they had to do was wait for the big moment when 'Davius' would make his speech and order the support beams blown.

Suddenly, running down towards them was Grizelda's lackeys, Hither and Yon.

"Your majesties!" Hither said, bowing down, "Terrible news!"

Davy and Grizelda looked at each other.

"What?" Grizelda demanded.

"Santa's toy soldiers are on their way here!" Yon replied, "They'll be here soon! What are your orders?"

Davy smiled. "Your orders are...to do nothing. Let them come!"

"Wh..what?" Hither gasped. "Do nothing?!"

"Something wrong with your hearing?" Davy snapped, "It’s too little, too late for Santa now! His toys can't stop me! HAHA!"

"But, we must close the above-ground entrances!" Yon exclaimed.

"No, I don't think so." Davy said.

The truth dawned on the two trolls.

"You're not Davius!" Hither shouted.

"I never was." Davy said calmly. Then suddenly, he grabbed Hither and Yon's heads and bashed them together. They fell to the floor unconscious. Lisa and Laura ran over and dragged the two trolls out of sight to another tunnel.

"Santa's soldiers couldn't have come at a better time." Davy whispered, "They'll draw the workers away from the tunnels."

Glick walked into the chamber, looking quite pleased.

"Ah, your majesties, it's time to go! The hour is at hand to destroy Christmas forever!" He bowed and swept his hand out. "After you."

Davy took Grizelda's arm and walked out. Glick followed them, with Lisa and Laura bringing up the rear. They walked into a larger chamber with hundreds of trolls standing around. Troll guards cleared a path and the procession made its way up to a rocky shelf. Davy and Grizelda climbed up, while Glick, Lisa and Laura stayed below. Opposite of where Davy and Grizelda stood was a large tunnel. Above the end of that tunnel, was Santa's castle. A few stone support beams were all that stood between Christmas and disaster.

Glick nodded at Davy. Davy nodded back, but not at Glick. He nodded to Lisa and Laura standing behind Glick. They silently moved away and out of the chamber. Glick was too busy watching Davy to notice. Davy stepped forward on the shelf and raised his hands for silence.

"My fellow trolls," Davy shouted, "today will go down in troll history as our greatest day ever!"

Huge cheers greeted this remark. Davy waved his hands for silence again.

"Today will be the day we throw off the chains of tyranny, to realize our own destiny, to no longer be led astray!" Davy cried happily, flicking his eyes over to Glick, who was beginning to wonder where Davy was going with his speech.

You'll find out soon, wizard. Davy thought.

Several tunnels away, Micky was slowly cutting through the ropes around his wrists. The diamond ring Davy gave him was sharp, but the rope was thick and tough. Finally, the last thread cut apart and he slowly, painfully, pulled his hands to the front. He took the gag out of his mouth and shook his hands back and forth to get the circulation going again. After rubbing his sore wrists, he untied his feet, then took the gags out of Mike and Peter's mouths.

"I'll get you guys free in a sec." Micky said, reaching behind Mike.

"Hurry, Mick." Mike said, "Who knows how long that digger will stay off."

As if to answer Mike's question, the tunnel digger roared to life and started to move toward the three Monkees.

Glick was getting impatient. 'Davius' was going on and on about the great destiny of the trolls and how well things will be from now on. He realized Davy was stalling for time, not that it was going to do any good, anyway. Davy would eventually have to order the tunnel supports blown, or his friends would die. Glick planned on killing Davy's friends anyway, but Davy didn't need to know that.

Davy talked until he ran out of things to say. He hoped he had given Lisa and Laura enough time to do what they had to do. Finally he raised his hands and said:

"In conclusion, fellow trolls, I will now start the process to end the evil in our lives."

Instead of ordering the tunnel supports blown, Davy turned and looked down at Glick, a wide grin on his face. Davy closed his eyes, hoping he remembered the spell correctly.

Glick immediately sensed something wasn't right somewhere.

"What...did...you...do?" Glick said slowly, eyes narrowing.

"Why don't you phone home, Glick?" Davy replied with a laugh.

Glick looked down at his wrist TV and pushed a button. His jaw dropped to the floor at the picture that appeared on the screen.

Glick's castle at the South Pole was crashing to the ground!

The tunnel digger was getting closer and closer to the three Monkees. Micky was free, but Mike and Peter weren't, so he pulled them up and pushed them against the wall. He covered them with his body in a futile attempt to protect them from the sharp rollers. Suddenly, when the digger was less than a foot away, it stopped and backed away. Micky, Mike and Peter breathed a huge sigh of relief. Why did the digger pull away? Was Glick playing games again? In answer to that question, the top of the digger opened and out popped Lisa and Laura!

"Hi guys!" Lisa said, "Need help?"

"AHHHH!" Glick screamed, "MY CASTLE!!" My beautiful, dark castle!" Glick glared at Davy in undisguised fury. "Your friends will pay for that! I already had the digger start up again!" He pushed another button on his wrist TV, expecting to find the other Monkees being chewed up by the machine, but what he saw made him scream again. The Monkees weren't tied up in the tunnel anymore! In fact, they were free, and climbing into the digger followed by Lisa and Laura!

"NO! NO! Those treacherous females!" Glick howled. "How could they?!"

Davy smiled triumphantly. It seems Lisa and Laura got to his friends on time! Now there was nothing holding him back!

"Trolls of the underworld, listen to me!" Davy shouted at the crowd, "I am NOT Davius! My name is Davy Jones! Glick put a spell on me to make me think I was your king!"

Davy got no further because Glick had flown up to the shelf Davy was standing on and knocked him down. He picked Davy up by the throat, slammed him into the wall and held him there. Davy's feet dangled off the ground. Grizelda jumped on Glick's back, but he effortlessly threw her off. She fell to the floor stunned. Glick began to squeeze Davy's throat, his eyes dark with hate.

"You've annoyed me for the last time, boy!" Glick growled, squeezing Davy's throat harder. Davy tried to fight and kick back, but Glick was too strong. Darkness appeared around the edges of Davy's vision...

Suddenly, a digging machine charged through the wall near Glick and Davy. Glick dropped Davy in shock as they both fell to the ground. Davy gasped for breath. Out of the machine popped Micky, Mike, Peter, Lisa and Laura!

"Hi there!" Micky said happily, "Did we miss the party?"

Just then, hundreds of toy soldiers came through the tunnels and began fighting with the trolls. The soldiers were taller than the trolls, but not quite as strong, so the fight was evenly matched. Grizelda finally got her head cleared and stood at the edge of the shelf.

"STOP! Trolls, stop fighting!" She yelled, "Listen to your queen!"

Slowly the fighting stopped, and Grizelda continued.

"Davy's right! He really isn't our King Davius! Glick is our enemy! He's been fostering hatred between us and Santa Clause for months now! He put a spell on Davy to make us think he was Davius so he could make us destroy Santa!" Suddenly Grizelda was pushed off the shelf by an invisible force. She screamed and landed on the ground, not moving.

"Grizelda!" Davy shouted, shocked to the core. He turned to rush Glick, but Glick had in his hand the detonator to blow the tunnel support beams.

"No further, Jones, or anyone else!" Glick shouted, "Unless you want Santa's castle turned into rubble!"

"You've lost, Glick." Mike said, "Give it up."

"NO, NEVER!" Glick screamed, "I'll see Santa and Christmas destroyed!"

"Why, Glick?" Peter asked, "Didn't you get that magic set you wanted for Christmas years ago?"

"I never got anything for Christmas!" Glick yelled. "I always got coal!"

"Because you were always bad, Glick." A new voice said behind him. Glick spun around. It was Santa. "Even as a child, you used your power for evil."

"I used my power to change the world to MY liking, Santa." Glick growled, "If you didn't like that, too bad."

Santa shook his head at Glick's arrogance.

"Now, I think I'll change the world again by destroying your castle, and all those toys. No toys, no Christmas." Glick said.

"Just because you destroy my castle, you won't destroy Christmas, Glick." My castle can be rebuilt, and I've taken the liberty of moving my workshop to another location and storing the toys someplace else. But I'd like to avoid the hassle of building the castle again, so...."

With that, Santa snapped his hand out and threw a magic candy cane at Glick. The candy cane hit the detonator and turned it into a fruitcake!

"NOOOO!!" Glick howled, dropping the fruitcake.

"He's been saying that a lot, hasn't he?" Davy asked the others, smiling. "Lets get rid of Mr. Negative once and for all, shall we?"

"Fools!" Glick spat. "My spell book might've worked against my castle, but not against me!"

"Who said anything about using YOUR spell book, Glick?" Davy asked. "Ready?" He asked the others. The other three Monkees, plus Lisa, Laura, Tic and Toc, nodded their heads. Davy got out the book Micky had given him and opened it up to the right page.

"To get rid of an evil Wizard," Davy read, "First jump up and down twice, point your finger at him and shout "Loser!"

The four Monkees, Lisa, Laura, Tic and Toc did just that. Glick disappeared in a burst of red light.

"Where did he go?" Mike asked.

Santa pulled out his magic snowball and rubbed it. After a few seconds, it showed Glick sitting on the remains of his castle, shivering in the blowing snow, and being snapped at by penguins. Everybody laughed. Their joy was short-lived when one of the toy soldiers ran over to Santa.

"Santa sir! The tunnel underneath your castle is collapsing under its own weight!"

"Start filling in the tunnel!" Santa shouted, "Soldiers and trolls, both!"

Santa jumped down off the shelf and went over to Grizelda, followed by Davy. She was awake, and one of her medics was bandaging her ankle.

"Are you OK, your Majesty?" Santa asked.

"Yes, I'm fine, Santa." Grizelda said. "I'm sorry for all the trouble we trolls have caused you over these last few months. Don't worry, we'll accept what you give us for our coal."

"I'm going to look into finding a buyer for some of your coal, Grizelda." Santa replied, "I think I'll find someone who won't question where it came from."

Santa and Grizelda shook hands. They then watched as the trolls and soldiers filled the tunnel back up. Soon, Santa's castle was safe again. Davy came over to Grizelda.

"I hope you feel better soon, your majesty." Davy said.

"Thank you Davy." Grizelda replied, "I..I know you're not Davius, but...you could still rule the trolls with me."

Davy smiled and kissed Grizelda on the cheek. "Thank you, but this isn't my world. I couldn't live underground, just like you couldn't live above. I hope you do find someone, someday soon."

Micky, Mike and Peter approached, with Lisa and Laura on their arms. Grizelda looked up at them sadly.

"Boys, I'm sorry for what I did to you. Will you forgive me?"

Micky, Mike and Peter nodded their heads.

"We forgive you, Grizelda." Micky replied.

"Ready to go back up, Davy?" Mike asked.

Davy looked down. He still remembered what he had done to his friends while he was Davius. "Do you guys still want me around?" He asked quietly.

"Of course we do, Davy," Peter replied, "We love and forgive you. None of it was your fault."

Micky, Mike and Peter gathered around Davy and gave him a group hug. Davy felt very lucky to have such good friends. They slowly walked up to the surface.

The Monkee concert at the toy factory went right on schedule. Elves and trolls were in attendance and even Queen Grizelda was there, sitting next to Santa. Everybody had a good time, dancing and eating the food. With a little bit of TLC and Mrs. Clause's cocoa, Micky, Mike and Peter quickly recovered from their injuries. Now all four Monkees, dressed in matching Santa suits, sat next to Santa, Mrs. Clause, Grizelda, Lisa and Laura during a break. Mike looked at the two girls.

"What are your plans now, Lisa and Laura?" he asked.

"We've been offered jobs here at the factory." Lisa replied. "I'm going to use my journalism skills writing instructions on how to put the toys together."

"I'm going to use my retail skills to make the toys look attractive." Laura put in.

"The working conditions will be much better than where they were before." Santa said. "Oh by the way, here you are." Santa handed Mike an envelope. Mike opened it up and his jaw hit the table. Inside was twice the money Santa had promised for the gig!

"Santa, I think you've made a mistake..." Mike began.

"No, I didn't, Mike." Santa chuckled. "That's only a small token of appreciation for how you boys helped me. My castle would be rubble, and Christmas ruined if you four hadn't helped me. And don't worry, you'll find lots of neat stuff under your tree when I come in a few more nights!"

The smiles the Monkees wore lit up the room. Soon, break was over, and the Monkees tore into their songs once again. They finished the set with a song that everybody, even the trolls, sang:

Let there be peace on earth,

and let it begin with me!

Let there be peace on earth,

the peace that was meant to be!

THE END-Merry Christmas!!

"I'll be home for Christmas, I hope

By:  Mickys411 and Larrysgirl   Rated G

It was a cold snowy day in the big city of NY.
Micky looked outside his hotel window to see that there was another 2-3 inches of snow since last night.
"I've heard of a white Christmas, but the way this weather is, I prefer a green one," he chuckled to himself.
The TV was on, playing the news, and the meteorologist was giving the weather report.
"And in the weather today, we're still predicting about one or two inches of more snow, with temperatures in the high 40's to low 50's," the report said.
"Yea, yea, did you have to remind me?" Micky said turning the TV off.
He was visiting the north east to promote some upcoming projects he has planned for the upcoming year.
He did not only daytime and night time talk shows, but he was also scheduled to appear at Radio City Music Hall for a Christmas eve charity show.
Micky was sitting on a chair sipping on some coffee to keep himself warm, when the phone rang.
He answered it, it was his wife, Donna, who just called to tell him that his kids had just flew in this morning.
He got a chance to hi to them, and said he'll be home in time for Christmas.
After hanging up the phone, Micky picked up a piece of paper to see what he had to do today.
He had a photo shoot and an article that was going to appear in an upcoming magazine, then do a talk show on an noon news program, then have the rest off the day off, plenty of time to do some last minute Christmas shopping.
Micky sighed to himself and said, "I can just imagine the stores 3 days before Christmas.
"I might as well get it done now."
He grabbed his coat, placed some gloves on his hands, and a hat over his head.
"Boy this is gonna be fun," he said heading out the door.
When Micky returned to the hotel later that day, he had some trouble opening the door with his hands full of items.
He managed to get through the door after sometime.
He placed the bags on the table, and looked through them to see if he got everything he needed.
Micky took out an item from on bag.
It was a small, black, velvet box, he opened it.
Inside was a silver bracelet, with sapphire and aquamarine chips all around it.
"Donna's gonna love it," he said to himself with a smile.
He was just about to wrap the gifts, when all of a sudden the phone rang.
"Rats, I wonder who this can be?"
He answered it, it was the manager of one of the concert halls. It turns out an MC, who was supposed to do a show at the venue canceled at the last minute, and asked Micky to fill in.
Between all the TV interviews, photo shoots, and performances, not to mention all the holiday shopping he did, Micky was feeling kind of exhausted.
However, he took a deep breath and accepted the offer.
Later that night, it was actually well after midnight, when Micky came back to his room after the show, he decided since he was sort of awake from the show, he wrapped up his gifts.
After that, he collapsed on his bed, and fell fast asleep.

Micky was wakened from his sound sleep by a hand shaking his shoulder.
Odd, I didn't ask for a wake-up call. Micky thought to himself.
"Hey, lazybones, ya gonna sleep all day?" A man's voice with a British accent said. A very familiar voice...
Micky's eyes flashed open. Standing over him was his old friend Davy Jones! But something seemed wrong. Maybe it was because he was half-asleep, but it seemed that it was the younger version of his friend looking down at him. Micky blinked his eyes several times, but Davy was still young!
"Davy?" Micky said uncertainly, "Is that you?"
"Yeah, of course it is!" Davy laughed, "Did you expect Paul McCartney?"
"What are you doing in my hotel room?" Micky asked. "Why are you young?"
"Why am I...?" Davy asked, puzzled. "That must've been some dream you were having."
"Dream?" Micky repeated, sitting up, "I was...."
Micky stopped in shock. Instead of his hotel room, he was back in the bedroom he used to share with Davy and two other guys, Peter Tork and Mike Nesmith! Almost 40 years ago, he and the other three had been in a rock group called the Monkees, and they had lived together for several years in a beach house in California. The group had become pretty successful, but personal and creative differences eventually pulled them apart. Micky went on to become a successful TV producer, while the other three had various success in the TV and music fields. Now it seems Micky had been transported back to when the four of them were still struggling to earn a living. Was this a dream, or had he been put here for a reason?
Micky got up off the bed and ran into the bathroom. He looked at himself in the mirror and smiled. He was young again too! Instead of the straight, thinning hair, he once again had thick, curly hair! Maybe this wasn't going to be so bad after all!
"Are you OK, Mick?" Davy asked from the bathroom door.
"Oh, I'm fine, Davy." Micky replied, still smiling, still looking at his wrinkle-free reflection.
"Well, that's a relief," Davy said dryly, "Pete's got breakfast on the table then we have to rehearse."
"I'll be right down." Micky replied.
Davy nodded and walked away.
Micky chuckled to himself and then went to find some clothes to replace the striped pj's he was wearing. If he was being given a chance to do his life again, he was going to make the best of it.

Micky was looking in the closet to see what to wear.
"Man, did I have a weird taste in clothes," he said to himself.
He noticed a black shirt among the rack of out-of-sight looking ones.
Micky picked that and a pair of black slacks.
He then came downstairs to see that it was really Davy, Peter, and Mike just how they looked in the past, sitting around the table having breakfast.
Micky began to look around the pad, and gave himself an amazed stare.
"You OK there Micky?" Peter asked.
Micky snapped out of his trans.
"Oh yea, sure Peter."
He then sat down with the others.
The guys noticed the clothes he was wearing.
"Why are you guys staring at me like that, you know I always pour OJ on my cereal," Micky said pouring Jo on to a bowl of corn flakes.
"It's just, why the black?" Mike asked.
"Uh?"
"A change of pace from that poncho?" Davy wondered.
Micky thought for a minute, he hasn't seen the poncho in 34 years, but he finally answered.
"Yea, that's it."

When they finished eating, Peter put the dishes in the sink to wash them.
After that, they began to rehearse. As they played, Micky remember how much fun it was hanging out with the guys.
However, it didn't feel right.
He looked to where is life is now.
A new husband, a father of four wonderful daughters, and new career as a children's book writer, and a play actor.
Not to mention a director as well.
He felt happy, yet sad at the same it.
After practice, Micky said something to get it off his chest.
"Say fellas, what year is this anyway?" he asked.
"Micky, it's 1967." Mike said.
"You know Micky, you're acting strange, even for you." said Davy, picking up his tambourine.
"Yea, first the clothes, and now you don't know what year this is," said Peter.
"Are you sure you're feeling well?" Mike asked.
"I'm sure, it’s just one minute I fell asleep in a hotel room in NY, and now, here I am back here," Micky said.
They all looked at Micky, as if he lost his mind.
"I was in NY doing a performance, then I went back to my hotel room, and I feel asleep, and I'm dreaming all of this.” Micky went on.
Mike, Davy and Peter then began to laugh, but not a joking laugh, but a loud sounding one at that.
"I'm serious!" Micky said.
"Sure you are, man!" laughed Peter.
"Man, have you really lost it!" Davy laughed.
"Yea, I was visiting the planet Mars, and woke up here too!" Mike laughed, which was the loudest out of all of them
Micky covered his ears and closed his eyes.
What was going on here? This was more a nightmare than a dream.
Just then, an alarm clock went off.
Micky woke up for real.
"Man, that was weird," he said.
He got up out of bed, still wearing the same clothes as he did last night, and he was in his hotel room.
He raced to the bathroom mirror to see that he looked like the way he was now, not the way he was in the past.
He looked see that the TV was on, it was playing TVLand, which was having a Monkees marathon.
“I guessed I must have turned the TV on before I dozed off," Micky said to himself.
He looked at his watch, then dialed a number on the phone.
"Hell-o, Davy, Hi it's Micky, how's it going buddy? Great, I'm just calling to wish you a Happy Holiday season. Sorry to cut you short, but I got a busy schedule ahead of me. I’m actually in NY right. Thanks, my love to everyone too, bye.”
He hung up the phone.
Micky then called up Peter. He wasn't home so Micky left a message similar to his call with Davy. He tried to get in touch with Mike, but the operator told him that the number was disconnected.
"You moved without telling me again there, Mike," he chuckled to himself.
He checked his watched again to see if he had enough time to call Donna and the girls, but it was to early in CA now.
He then quickly cleaned himself up and changed his clothes.
Micky had to be at another TV news show to do a morning interview, and he didn't want to be late. Just as he was leaving, he looked to see that the TV was still on the same station.
"We hoped you enjoyed last night's Monkees Merry Marathon.
"I sure did.” Micky said with a smile as he turned off the TV.
He still had it in him, despite the fact that it snowed another inch last night.

Micky walked out of the hotel and wrapped a scarf around his face. He quickly walked down the block and found a small cafe. He went inside, had a quick latte and a bagel, then went back outside. He hailed a cab which took him to the TV studio. On the way there, Micky thought about his weird dream. It had been nice to see his friends again, but that part of his life was over, it was time to move on. The cab came to a halt outside the studio. Micky paid the driver and quickly ran inside the building. It was beginning to snow again.
Micky stamped the snow off his shoes and walked over to the receptionist.
"Hi, I'm Micky Dolenz. I'm supposed to do a interview this morning."
The receptionist checked her schedule.
"Yes, Mr. Dolenz. You'll be interviewed in studio 1A."
She handed him a security badge and a sign-in sheet.
"Please sign here and swipe this badge through the reader to get to the studio. Once inside, you'll take the elevator to the third floor. Someone will be there to help you."
"Thank you." Micky smiled. He signed the sign-in sheet and took the badge from the receptionist. "Merry Christmas to you."
"And to you too, sir." The receptionist replied, smiling back.
Micky swiped his badge through the reader and went inside. He had no trouble finding the elevator and took it up to the third floor. Micky straightened his tie as the elevator door opened, hoping the interview would go on with out a hitch.

During the interview, besides talking about his projects, Micky also sang a few holiday tunes in between questions.
When he finished, Micky decided to take a quick stroll through Central Park. While walking past Strawberry Fields, he whistled the song. Micky was walking, and thinking his thoughts, when suddenly, he was hit on the back with a snow ball.
"Hey! who threw that?" He said.
He turned around to see some kids were throwing some snow balls at one another, and one of them flew in another way.
"Sorry mister," one of the kids said.
"It's OK, but you call that a snow ball," Micky answered back.
A grin appeared across Micky's face.
He then placed his hand in the snow, and scooped up a large amount.
The kids knew what Micky may do, so they ran off, pretending to be scared, but laughed anyway.
That made Micky laugh as well.
"Kids today," he chuckled.
He dropped the snow and checked his watch again.
"Man, I'm gonna be late for my radio interview!"
He raced, but almost slipped on some ice, he decided to take his time getting there.
Micky made it to his interview.
He left the radio station, and decided to check out the city.
He was stopped a few times by some people that recognized him, and he signed autographs.
Micky didn't know however, that he standing on top of a stop sign.
Just then, a police officer enteredthe crowd.
"All right sir, this is a no loitering area." said the officer.
"I'm very sorry officer, I didn't see it," Micky said.
The policeman then took his glasses off and got a better view of who he was talking to.
"Hey, you're Micky Dolenz!" the cop said in a glad tone of voice.
Micky gave the officer a grin.
"Wow! I can't believe it! I'm talking to a member of The Monkees! I grew up with you guys!"
"Cool, said Micky, I'm in town doing some promotion for some projects."
The officer then took a pad and pen out his pocket.
"You mind signing this?" he asked.
Micky did just that.
"You know, I don't think my wife will forgive me, if I arrested Micky Dolenz at Christmas.
Micky then began to laugh, as did the crowd of people.
"Don't worry officer, it won't happen again," he said.
"We can't wait to see the show tomorrow night," Said a woman who was in the crowd.
Micky then remembered he had to be at Radio City Hall to rehearse for the show.
He told the crowd he had to get going, and headed to the concert hall. Just before he starting rehearsing, Micky gave his wife and girls a quick call, telling them he can't wait to get home to see them, and sends his love

Micky took the mike and walked onto the stage. Behind him some stage hands were putting up the last of the Christmas decorations. He looked out at the empty theater...well not quite empty as there were sound engineers checking out the sound system, and musicians in the orchestra pit. The director nodded to Micky.
"OK, lets hear it, Micky." He said.
"Testing, one, two three!" Micky spoke into the mike. "How's that?"
"Nice and clear!" One of the sound engineers replied. "Lets hear you with the orchestra."
Micky cleared his throat and began to sing:
Silent Night, Holy Night
All is calm, all is bright,
'Round yon virgin, mother and child
Holy infant so tender and mild.
Sleep in Heavenly Peace,
Sleep in Heavenly Peace.
Micky sounded beautiful backed up the string quartet. Everybody clapped when he was done singing. Micky smiled in thanks. He loved doing that song.
After doing a few more carols, rehearsal was over. Micky put on his coat and headed back out into the snowy city. Word must have spread that Micky was inside the hall because he was surrounded by fans as he went out the stage door. Micky cheerfully signed autographs and posed for pictures.
"I'm glad somebody still remembers me!" Micky joked to the crowd. Everybody laughed at that.
Soon everybody was satisfied and Micky was free to walk around the city again. The snow began to come down harder, so Micky decided to go back to his hotel.
"Will this snow ever end?" Micky thought as he pulled his scarf closer around his face.

That night, Micky called home again to tell them beware the weather, because all the snow may delay his flight tomorrow.
The next morning was Christmas eve, Micky was woken by a chill, though he was covered up in layers of blankets.
He hopped out of bed to see that the windows were covered in frost.
"Holy Moly! Micky said in a funny sounding voice. “That sure is a lot of frost."
He turned on the TV to get a weather report.
"And in the weather on this Christmas eve, the good news is no more snow for awhile, but the temperatures dropped at least 5 more degrees since yesterday, and we have a good amount of frost now," said the meteorologist.
"Yea, I kinda figured that out," Micky said turning off the TV.
He checked his luggage to see if he packed everything, including the presents.
Although they were secured in the suitcases, Micky placed the bracelet for Donna in his pants pocket for safe keeping.
Micky really dressed warm that day, which include about three layers of shirts, and two pairs of socks.
"I know they'll look at me as if I'm crazy, but I'll be warm," he said.
He then checked out the hotel, and headed to the concert hall for last minute sound checks and the show.
Backstage, Micky met up with Clay Aiken, who was performing at the event as well.
"Cold enough for you Mick?" laughed Clay.
"Real funny, pal," Micky chuckled as well.
After hours of prepping, the show was ready to go that evening.
The event included a dance number or two, some songs done by Clay, as well as Brian Seltzer, Nick Carter and his brother Aaron, plus a few other singers , a magician, and a comedy act.
"I wonder if it's to late for me to take up juggling?" Micky thought to himself watching from backstage see how well the other acts were.
Finally, it was Micky's turn to go on stage.
To his surprise, the crowd thought he did a fantastic job. Everyone came out on stage at the end of the show, and sang together. The concert was a huge success.
After the show, their was a party for the performers as well as an appearance by Santa.
However, Santa was nowhere to be found.
The promoter was on the phone and he had a nervous look on his face, when he hung up.
"I can't believe it, the actor I hired to play Santa was over booked, and I can't get a replacement," He said in private to the performers.
"I wish there was something we can do," Micky said.
"Maybe there is."
The promoter asked Micky if he can play Santa.
He thought for a minute or two, but decided yes.
The promoter thanked Micky many times.
"The costume is in your dressing room Mr. Dolenz," said a stage hand.
Micky entered to see a red Santa suit folded neatly on a chair.
"Man, this guy is huge," Micky said inspecting the costume.
But he didn't want to disappoint the crowd, so he put it on.
The suit was kind of loose fitting, but he put some pillows in the jacket to fill it out.
And he wore his own shoes, because the Santa boots were two sizes too big.
He then placed the beard and hat on.
"Here goes nothing," he said leaving the dressing room to greet the crowd in his Santa entire.

"HO HO HO! Merry Christmas!" Micky boomed in a deep voice as he entered the room.
"Yeah! Its Santa!" Someone yelled.
Everybody gathered around Micky as he put his sack on the floor. The management had been nice enough to give all the performers each a small gift.
"Has everybody been good this year?" Micky asked.
"I've been good, Santa!" Clay said, laughing.
"Good, good, I've got presents for all you good little boys and girls." Micky replied.
Micky opened up the sack and pulled out green boxes for the guys and gold boxes for the ladies. Micky quickly emptied his sack of the goodies, and kept a green box for himself. Inside the green boxes was a silver key chain/money clip. The gold boxes held a silver bracelet. Several ladies came over to Micky and kissed him on the cheek for the gift. One lady gave him a kiss on the lips.
"Thank you Santa!" Jessica Simpson said.
"You're welcome." Micky replied, blushing.
Santa's appearance really livened up the party and everyone had a great time. Micky snuck over to a window and looked outside. It wasn't snowing (for once) but the frost was deep on the ground. Micky hoped he'd be able to catch his plane on time. He wanted to be home for Christmas with Donna and his kids. He left the party, took off his Santa suit, and began to put his layers of clothes on again. He felt in his pants pocket for Donna's gift, but to his horror, his pocket was empty! Micky checked his other pants pocket and came up empty.
"Oh, no!" Micky thought to himself, "Where's Donna's gift? I can't go back home without a gift for her!"
Micky frantically checked all the pockets in his pants, coat and sweater. No bracelet.
"It must've dropped out of my pants pocket while I was playing Santa." Micky said to himself. "I'll go back and check the party room."
Just as Micky go to the door, he was met by Nick Carter.
"Micky!" Nick exclaimed, "I'm glad I found you! I think you dropped this." In his hand he held the box containing Donna's bracelet.
Micky gave a sigh of relief and opened the box to make sure the bracelet was still there. It was, all nice and shiny.
"Thanks a bunch, Nick." Micky smiled, "I would've been in deep trouble if I had lost my wife's Christmas present."
"You're welcome, Micky." Nick replied. "And thanks for playing Santa."
"No problem, Nick. Merry Christmas."
"Same to you." Nick replied, and then walked away.
Micky put the bracelet box back in his pants pocket and finished putting on the rest of his winter gear. After saying goodnight to the promoter, he left the hall and hailed a cab for the airport.

Micky reached LaGuardia airport, paid the cab driver, grabbed his suitcases out of the trunk, and entered the building.
The whole place was busy with activity of people and planes deporting and arriving.
Micky took his ticket out his coat pocket to see what gate he his plane was taking off.
He checked the board to see where he can find it.
"Yes, I made it just in time," he said happily.
As Micky walked to the gate, he whistled "We wish you a merry Christmas."
He got to the gate just in time.
In fact, he had a few minutes till boarding time.
Micky tripled check to see if he still had Donna's bracelet.
"Good, it's still there," he said to himself.
"Attention all passengers, flight 2156 to Los Angles, CA will be boarding now," called a flight attendant.
"That's me."
Micky gathered his belongings, and headed for his plane.
The line he was on was cut short, by a young man in his mid 20's, who looked quite upset.
"Excuse me miss, I know this is last minute, said the young man, I'm here on business, but I have to get home tonight, my wife is gonna have her baby any minute now!"
"I'm terribly sorry sir, but I'm afraid the flight has been sold out," said the same flight attendant.
Micky, who heard every word of the conversation stepped in.
"Excuse me.” he said to the young man, “But if you want, you can have my ticket."
The man and the attendant were surprised by this.
"Are you sure?" the man asked.
"Yes, after all, it is Christmas," Micky said with a smile handing the man his ticket.
"Thank you, sir, this means so much, Merry Christmas."
"You too, and congratulations, I can tell already you're gonna be a great father."
The man boarded the plane.
"That was the most generous thing I saw this evening,” the flight attendant said to Micky, I like to thank you for your kindness, on behalf of that passenger."
"Well, what I really would like is when the next flight to LA leaves."
"Let me check, it's pretty hard to get a flight this time of night on Christmas eve.
She typed in something on her computer and came back to Micky a few moments later.
"The earliest flight I can get you on is at 11am with a 2 hour layover in Dallas."
"Anything besides that?" Micky asked.
The attendant checked once again.
"The next flight is at 2pm," she said.
Micky thought for a few minutes, before making up his mind.
"I'll take the 11am flight," he said.
The attendant typed out his ticket.
Micky then took his wallet out and was about to pay, but the attendant stopped him.
"On the house for what you did," she said.
"Thanks," Micky said.
He thanked the attendant once again, and told her to have a happy holiday season, as she boarded the plane.
"I better call and explain this to everyone."
Micky was concerned about what his family may think of this news.
He also thought that by the time he left NY, stop in Dallas, and got to LA, Christmas would practically be over.
He dialed his cell phone to call home. His daughter answered.
"Hell-o, Emmie? Hi honey, how are you? Is Donna there? She is? Could you please put her on the phone? Thanks sweetie. Donna, Hi, listen, I can't get home tonight, something came up."
Micky explained about the passenger he met, and the new flight home he was taking.
"I'll try to get home as soon as I can, I love you, and say goodnight and Merry Christmas to the girls for me, bye."
He shut off his phone and took a deep breath.
His wife was almost in tears on the phone, and Micky was just about to feel choked up as well.
He then put his phone back away and tried to get his room or any other place to stay at till morning, but all the hotels were booked for Christmas.
"This is one heck of a Christmas.” Micky said in an almost angry tone of voice, “I might as well stay here for the night.”
By that time, everyone was gone, and except for one or two janitors, Micky was the only one at the airport.
He converted some chairs to a place to sleep.
He then used his duffel bag as a pillow and his coat as a blanket, and fell asleep just as the clock struck midnight.
"I can't believe I'm going to miss Christmas this year," Micky said as he was shutting his eyes.

Micky was awoken the next day, Christmas day with a very loud chime that was playing something that sounded like "Joy to the world."
In fact, it was so loud, he fell off the chairs.
"Whoa," Micky said landing on the ground.
He looked at his watch. It said 7am.
Micky then picked himself up, rubbed his knee, which he banged during his fall, and dusted himself off.
He checked his pocket to be sure he still had the bracelet, as well as the other gifts.
"Good, they're all here," He said.
But instead of being glad, Micky was angry, disappointed, and sad that he wasn't gonna get home in time to spend Christmas with his family.
He scratched his chin, Micky had stubble on his face. He then went into the restroom to wash his hands.
Micky looked in mirror, not only did it look like he was growing a beard, but he had dark circles under his eyes as well.
"Come on, wake up, he said to himself while pinching his arm, No I'm still here."
Micky was trying to convince himself that it was some sort of bad dream, however, he really was at an airport by himself on Christmas day.
"Maybe if I get some coffee , I can wake up."
He found some vending machines by the restrooms, and one of them was for coffee.

Micky took a dollar out of pocket, and placed it in the machine, but it spit the dollar up.
"Come on, he said, I'm in no mood for this."
Micky managed to cram the dollar into the slot.

He then pressed a button to dispense the coffee but nothing was coming out of the machine.
"Aw, son of a!"
Micky then began to bang the machine in anger.
Just then, someone approached him.
"Do you know that hitting on of those machines is a federal offense?" the person said in a feminine voice.
"Lady! Micky shouted, I had to spend the night here, and I enjoyed it as much as I enjoy getting my teeth pulled!
I'm having a horrible morning, and I'm gonna miss Christmas with my family!
I don't need this now!"
"What kind of a Christmas greeting is that?"
Micky turned to the person.
"I'll tell you what kind of Christmas greeting this..."
He stopped talking.
He looked directly at the woman, he rubbed his eyes thinking he was dreaming and looked again.
It was Donna, standing right in front of him.
"Please, tell me I'm dreaming," Micky said.
Donna reached over, and kissed Micky on the lips.
"OK, I'm awake now," he said taking his wife in his arms.
"I bet you're wondering how I got here," Donna said.
"You took the words out of my mouth."
Donna explained that she asked an old friend of hers who was a flight attendant to book an emergency flight to NY.
Micky was very touched by this.
"I wasn't about to spend Christmas without you," Donna continued.
"This maybe the best Christmas present I ever received, well next to the telescope I got when I was 13," Micky said.
Donna noticed something in her husband's eye.
"Why Micky, is that a tear of joy in you eye?" she laughed.
Micky wiped his eye and said, "Must be the weather."
"Well, I think everyone will be quite surprised if they saw it.”
"You mean, when we get home?”
"No, we all took the flight, come on, everyone's on the plane waiting for us."
Donna walked on, but Micky stopped her.
"Now this really tops the telescope.” He laughed, then kissed Donna once more, “Merry Christmas."
"Merry Christmas," she whispered in his ear, as the two boarded the plane.
Micky was going home for Christmas after all.

The End