Through the Looking Glass

By:  Larrysgirl   Rated G

The Monkees were in the recording studio working on their new album.
Mike counted off then started to play his guitar quietly. The other
three Monkees were waiting for their cue to come in. Lester Sill,
the producer, sat in the control booth behind the glass watching
Mike. Mike began to sing:
"They told me what you'd do, if I ever stayed with you. They told me
that you'd laugh, while I cried. They told me what you'd say, that
you'd turn and walk away and find another place to play-while I
cried."
Mike looked up from his guitar to see Lester turned away from the
control panel, coughing. The other Monkees saw it too. Mike stopped
playing and hit the talk-back button.
"You OK there, Les?" He asked concerned. Lester had recently been
in the hospital with bronchitis and was still feeling a little under
the weather. He had wanted to take more time off, but his bosses
wanted another Monkee record out, so he was obliged to come in and
produce the record. The Monkees knew all this, and were angry over
the callous treatment of their friend.
Lester stopped the recording and flipped the switch for the talk-back.
"I'm fine, Mike." He answered, "It’s just that I have to take my
cough medicine and I left it at home."
"Want to go back home and get it?" Davy asked, "We'll wait."
"No, Davy, I called my daughter Vallery. She's coming here to bring
it to me. Thanks anyway."
Just then, the phone inside the booth rang. Lester picked it up,
said a few words, then hung up and hit the switch.
"That's my daughter. She brought her little sister Joanne with her
too." Lester said, "I'll be right back."
"Take your time, Les." Mike answered, "I need to work on the harmony
with Pete."
"OK." Lester answered and flipped the switch off. The Monkees sat
down in a circle watching Mike show Peter what he wanted played.
After a few minutes, Micky glanced up and saw through the glass
Lester and two young girls, one about seventeen and the other about
twelve, obviously his daughters. He didn't give it another thought
and went back to watching Mike and Peter play. Peter, a smart and
fast learner, was already picking up on what Mike wanted to play.

Inside the booth, Lester's older daughter Vallery handed him a bottle
and a spoon inside a plastic bag.
"Here's your medicine, Dad." Vallery said.
"Thanks honey." Lester replied, and then looked at his younger
daughter. "Keeping your big sis company?"
"We were going to the movies when you called." Joanne replied,
looking around, "I'd never seen the inside of a recording studio
before and....AHHHHHH!!"
"What?!" Lester and Vallery said together.
"Is...that...the...Monkees?" Joanne stammered, pointing through the
glass at the four men sitting in a circle. Fortunately, the booth
was soundproof, so they didn't hear Joanne scream.
"Yes, that's them." Lester smiled. He knew his daughters were huge
Monkee fans, "I didn't know until the last minute that I'd be working
with them *cough*."
"You better take that Medicine, Dad." Vallery said, looking wide-eyed
at the Monkees. "We'll wait here."
"OK, but DON'T bother them!" Lester admonished, "They're working on
a new album and they're behind schedule already."
"Alright." The girls replied, a little disappointed. They really
would've liked to meet the guys, to tell them how much they liked
their TV show, how wonderful their records are.
Lester left the control booth to take his medicine. Vallery and
Joanne leaned over the control panel to get a better look at their
idols. Unfortunately, Vallery didn't notice that the edge of her
wide-sleeved blouse caught on the talk-back switch and turned it
to "On". They didn't know that everything they said would now be
heard by the Monkees on the other side of the glass.
"Oh, aren't they just gorgeous?" Vallery said dreamily.
On the other side of the glass, Mike and Peter stopped playing when
they heard that. The talk-back switch was "Off" on their side, so
they girls couldn't hear what the Monkees were saying.
"What was that?" Peter asked.
Micky glanced up at the booth then back down to the others.
"It's Les's girls. Must've hit the talk-back switch."
Davy gave the others an evil grin.
"Let’s pretend we can't hear them. Then we'll know what they really
think of us."
The others nodded their heads in agreement, laughing to themselves.
Unaware of what was happening, Vallery and Joanne kept up their
conversation.
"Oh, yeah." Joanne was now saying, "I'd love to run my hands through
Micky's curly hair."
Micky kept his head down, trying not to laugh.
"You're sweet on him, aren't you?" Vallery asked.
"Yeah, but I love them all." Joanne replied. "Don't you love Davy?"
"You bet. He's just so sweet looking! That face! That accent! He
looks even better now since his hair is shorter."
"No wonder he gets all the girls on TV!" Joanne said.
Davy put his head in hands, laughing.
"Mike should get a girl once in a while." Vallery stated. "Even
sweet Peter got a girl once."
"Well...Mike's married, don't forget." Joanne answered.
"Yeah, I know." Vallery said, disappointed.
Mike rolled his eyes, while Peter just shook his head.
"I wonder how Peter feels having to play a dummy on TV when I heard that he isn’t one?” Joanne said.
"I think you have to be smart to play someone dumb and do it well."
Vallery replied.
"True." Joanne remarked.
Peter raised an eyebrow and looked at the others, then pretended to
play his guitar again.
"You think Dad will let us say 'hi' to them? To tell them how much we
love them?" Vallery.
"I hope so." Joanne said. "They are so gorgeous, talented, smart,
funny..."
Just then, Lester walked back into the control booth.
"Thanks for bringing my medicine...hey be careful!" He said
quickly, "You gotta watch the controls. They're in just the right
positions."
Vallery and Joanne moved away from the panel, while their Dad sat
back down in front of it. He quickly scanned the controls and saw the
talk-back switch was to "ON".
"Did you girls flick this switch?" Lester asked, pointing to the
talk-back switch.
"No." Both girls shook their heads.
"Well, that's the intercom or talk-back, where you can talk to
whoever's in the studio. They can hear what we're saying."
"WHAT?!" The girls shouted.
Lester quickly flicked the switch to "OFF". Inside the studio, the
Monkees were almost on the floor in laughter. Lester saw that, and
realized what happened. He turned back to his horrified daughters.
They had their backs to the door that led from the studio to the
control booth, so they didn't see Monkees leave the studio and make
their way to the control booth.
"What's wrong? Did you girls say something you didn't want them to
hear?" Lester asked, smiling.
"Oh my...GOD." Vallery whispered. "We were talking about how cute and
talented they are."
"Acting like a couple of twits." Joanne finished.
"We better get out of here before we embarrass ourselves any
further." Vallery said to Joanne.
"No, don't go." A voice said behind them. Micky's voice.
Vallery and Joanne slowly turned around to see the Monkees standing
right in front of them, smiles on their faces.
Only by strength of will, did the two girls keep themselves from
fainting. Lester stood up and put his arms around his daughter’s
shoulders.
"Fellows, I'd like for you to meet my daughters Vallery and Joanne."
"'Ello luvs!" Davy said, stepping forward and kissing the girls on
the cheeks.
"Pleased to meet you girls." Mike said with a short bow.
"I'm very fortunate to meet you two young ladies with such beautiful
and exquisite names." Peter said formally, kissing their hands.
"What he said." Micky said last of all, drawing laughs from everyone.
"We're honored to meet you guys." Vallery managed to get
out. "Joanne and I have been fans from the beginning."
"That long?" Davy replied, "Would you like to discuss that with us
over tea in the restaurant next door?"
Vallery and Joanne looked up at their Dad. Lester nodded his head.
"Go ahead girls. I have some sound mixing to do."
"We'd be delighted!" Joanne replied happily.
The girls left their Dad and took Peter and Davy's outstretched arms.
"And maybe afterward we'll hold Micky down so you can run your hands
through his hair." Mike said to Joanne.
Everybody laughed at that as the six of them left the control booth.

THE END

Micky Learns A Lesson

By:  Monkeesrule2004, Lizzy and Larrysgirl   Rated G

It was a beautiful, sunny April fool’s day so Micky, being the prankster that he, is decided to play a joke on the other guys. When he had finished plotting he suggested going to the beach to the other guys where he could put his plan into action. None of them had any other plans so they agreed to go. So they got ready, picked up their beach towels, sun glasses, sun cream etc. and got in the car. They soon arrived and found a nice little spot to sit.
As they all got comfortable on their beach blanket, they began to complain to one another about what a drag it was that Mr. Babbit finally evicted them from their beach-front pad.Mike said, "Look... lets forget about what's happened and enjoy ourselves!" The others agreed. With that they started to relax.

After awhile, Micky decided it was now a good time to play his April-fools jokes on the guys. He reached into the picnic basket and pulled out a thermos.
"Lemonade, anyone?" He asked.
"Sure, we'll take some." The others said.
Micky fought to keep a smile off his face as he poured the lemonade into the glasses. He didn't pour a glass for himself.
"Aren't you going to have some?' Davy asked.
"No, I'm not thirsty right now, Davy." Micky replied.
The others shrugged and began to drink the lemonade. Micky sat back and waited for the fun to begin....

Mike, Peter and Davy began to drink their lemonade. They took a swallow.....then began to gag and spit it out!
Micky hid his laughter behind a book he was pretending to read.
"Micky!" Mike yelled, "There's salt instead of sugar in the lemonade!"
"Oh, I'm sorry!" Micky lied, "I must've grabbed the wrong canister when I made it."
Peter gave Micky a dirty look as he spilled the lemonade onto the sand. "Well, I guess accidents 'could' happen." He said. Peter wasn't convinced at all it was an accident.
"Well, get the sandwiches out, mate." Davy said to Peter.
Peter pulled out four ham-on-rye sandwiches and gave them to everybody, including Micky.
"Go ahead, Mick." Mike said, "Eat your sandwich first."
Micky just shrugged and bit into his sandwich. Nothing happened. Mike, Peter and Davy looked at each other and began to eat their sandwiches too. They didn't notice that Micky was now just nibbling the crust of his sandwich.
As the others ate into the middle of their sandwiches, they suddenly bit into the hot mustard Micky had hidden deep inside. Mike, Peter and Davy's faces grew red and they frantically looked for something to drink; but they had only brought the lemonade and that had had salt in it! Micky giggled as the other three Monkees ran off to the public shower and gulped the water down.
After cooling their throats down, Mike, Peter and Davy stormed back over to Micky. He looked up at them.
"I'm sorry, guys!" He said, "I thought you liked hot mustard."
"One more trick like that Micky, and you'll walk home!" Mike yelled.
"Yes sir." Micky replied meekly, but was still smiling over the tricks he still had planned.

Davy noticed the little smile on Micky's face and suspected he was still plotting. ‘This has gone far enough he thought’ as he whispered to Mike and Peter: "Psst...I think Micky's planning more tricks, let's get revenge before he has chance to trick us again!"

With that they agreed and began sharing ideas. Micky was completely unaware that they were whispering as he was too enthralled with his own plans.

Mike, Peter and Davy finally decided what to do with Micky. Davy got up and stretched.
"Hey, Mick!" He said, "Let's hit the surf!"
"Sure, Davy!" Micky replied, putting down his book.
The two of them grabbed their boards and ran into the water. They attached the strap that ran from their boards to their ankles and paddled out to sea. Soon, a good wave was coming in and the two Monkees stood up on their boards. They rode the wave for a few seconds, and then fell off their boards; Micky first, then Davy. While Micky's back was turned, Davy swam up behind Micky. Davy was about to pull Micky's swim trunks off when his ankle strap came loose from his board. The board floated away.
"Hey me board!" Davy yelled and swam after it. Micky began to laugh as Davy tried to grab the board, but it floated out of reach and into the deep ocean water. Davy swam back over to Micky and splashed water in his face.
"That wasn't funny, Micky!" Davy yelled, "That board cost me a lot of money!"
"It'll float back with the tide, Davy." Micky replied, giggling.
Davy went back onto the beach and over to Mike and Peter. Micky followed, still giggling. Mike and Peter saw the whole thing, and weren't too happy with Micky.
"That wasn't nice, Micky." Peter said.
"Can't you guys take a joke?" Micky replied, "It's April Fool's Day y'know!"
"April fool’s Day or not, Mick." Mike said sternly, "If Davy's board doesn't come back, you're gonna buy him a new one!"
"It'll come back, Mike." Micky said, shaking his head.
"It already has!" An all-too-familiar voice retorted.
The Monkees turned to see a very angry Mr. Babbit, their former landlord, standing there, holding Davy's board.
"Uh, Hi, Mr. Babbit." Micky said quickly, "Fancy meeting you here."
"I figured this loose board had to belong to one of you four long-haired weirdoes!" Babbit said hotly, ignoring Micky. "It almost hit me in the head as I was swimming!"
"We're sorry, Mr. Babbit." Mike replied, "Y'see, Micky..."
"I don't care whose fault it is!" Babbit cut in. "Just knowing one of you four is responsible is enough for me to realize I did the right thing in evicting you boys! I had been thinking of giving you four another chance, but now I'm not!" He threw the board onto the sand. "Goodbye and good riddance!" Babbit stormed off.
"Well, good riddance to you too!" Micky said to Babbit's back, but only after Babbit was out of ear-shot. He picked up Davy's board and handed it to him.
"See, Davy! I told you the board would come back." Micky smiled, but the others just looked at him. Micky's smile faded.
"Oh, c'mon guys!" He said, "We have a new place anyway!"
"It's not as nice as the pad used to be." Peter said.
"What if that board had hit Mr. Babbit, Micky?" Mike asked, "Would it still be funny?"
"No, but it didn't hit him, so why worry?" Micky replied.
Mike, Peter and Davy just looked at each other. Finally, Mike spoke up again.
"Let's go back to our tiny apartment, guys." He said "Thanks to Micky, our day is ruined."
"But...." Micky said.
"Let's go, Micky." Davy said sullenly. He followed the others back to where their belongings were and began to gather them up. Micky just shook his head, 'just can't take a joke', he thought to himself as he followed along.

Later that evening, Mike, Peter and Davy were sitting in their apartment watching TV, still angry at Micky and wondering how they could teach him a lesson. Micky, knowing the others were angry with him, went for a walk. Suddenly, the phone rang and Mike walked over and answered it.
"Hello? Yes, we'll be there by seven and start at eight, thanks, goodbye."
"Who was that, Mike?" Peter asked.
"It was the owner of the history museum." Mike replied, "He just wanted to remind us of our gig there tomorrow night."
The history museum had just remodeled their medieval rooms. In an attempt to interest more young people in going to the museum, they had hired the Monkees to perform opening night, thanks to Davy's girlfriend Mary. Mary worked part-time there as a tour guide.
"Oh, yeah, I had almost forgotten about that gig." Peter answered. "I never thought I'd play in a museum!" He chuckled.
"Yeah, it's really been refurbished." Davy replied. "Mary took me in for a sneak peek a few weeks ago. The medieval rooms are really done up nice. They have some groovy-looking things in there, like suits of armor, tapestries and weapons."
"Sounds funky." Peter replied.
"Yeah, but they also have another room in the basement that holds instruments of torture, like racks, stocks and iron maidens." Davy shivered at the thought, then looked up at Mike. An evil grin was slowly growing across his face. Peter noticed it too.
"Michael, you have an evil grin growing across your face." Peter said seriously.
"And an evil thought in my head to match." Mike said. "Davy, I need for you to make a phone call."

The next night, the Monkees played their gig at the museum. There was a large crowd and the show was a success. Coming back from the last break, Mike noticed Micky looking at a red-headed tour-guide.
"Who's she?" Mike asked Micky.
"Her name is Michele and she's got the hots for me." Micky smiled, "I'm meeting her after the show."
"Good for you." Mike smiled as they went back up on stage.
As the Monkees performed, Michele kept looking at Micky and winking at him. Finally, the show was over and the crowd began to disperse. Micky quickly took down his drum-kit and walked over to the others. Davy was talking with his girlfriend Mary.
"Well, guys, don't wait up for me. I'm gonna go out with Michele." Micky said.
The others simply shrugged and walked away. Micky looked crestfallen.
"Are you guys still mad at me?" He said to their backs.
"Why would they be mad at you?" A female voice said behind Micky. He turned to face Michele.
"Oh, I played some April-Fool's pranks on them yesterday and they can't seem to take a joke." Micky replied, shaking his head.
"Well, c'mon, Micky, I want to show you something." Michele smiled as she took him by the hand. She led him through the museum's rooms and over to a doorway marked, 'private'. Michele turned to him as she pulled a cloth out of her uniform.
"Here, put this over your eyes."
"What for?" Micky asked.
"I'm going to show you something that isn't on display in the museum right now. "You'll appreciate it better if you see it suddenly, instead of gradually."
Micky looked dubious, but Michele fluttered her eyelashes at him and he tied the cloth around his eyes. Michele opened the door and led him down a flight of steps. At the bottom, she walked him over and had him sit on what felt to him like a table.
"I hope this is worth it." Micky remarked.
"Oh it is, it is." Michele purred in his ear and kissed his cheek. Micky smiled.
"Ready?" Michele asked.
"Let the fun begin." Micky replied.
"I couldn't agree more." Michele said.
Suddenly, Micky felt strong hands grab him and pull him onto the table. "What the...?" Micky yelled as his arms were pulled above his head. He struggled, but it seemed like many people were around him, holding him down. His wrists were chained above his head and his ankles forced into wooden stocks at the end of the table.
"What's going on?!" Micky demanded, "Let me go!" Suddenly, he felt a hand going through his curly locks of hair.
"You have done well, Elspeth." A voice said near him.
"Thank you, Priestess." Michele replied.
"Elspeth? Michele?" Micky asked, "What's going on?"
The cloth was removed from Micky's eyes. He squeaked when he found himself surrounded by five figures wearing hooded robes. Three of the figures wore black robes, the other two wore white robes. One white-robed figure had a large silver necklace around its neck. All were wearing masks and had their hoods up over their faces.
"Who are you?" Micky asked.
"We are worshipers of Fuzzy Wazzious, the God of curly hair." The one Michele called Priestess answered. "You have been chosen to be a sacrifice to our God."
"M...me?" Micky squeaked again. "Sacrifice?"
"Yes!" One of the black-robed figures answered, "Your curly hair is just what we need to placate our God."
"NO!" Micky yelled. "Help! Somebody help!"
The Priestess laughed. "We're down in the basement, nobody can hear you."
"And you said your friends are mad at you, so they won't come looking for you." Michele replied.
"Enough!" The Priestess commanded, "Prepare him!"
The other hooded figures pulled Micky's shirt out of his pants and unbuttoned it, then pulled off his shoes and socks.
"Michele, please!" Micky begged.
"My name is Elspeth!" Michele replied. "Now be still!"
"Begin!" The Priestess commanded again.
The other four hooded figures pulled out soft feathers from their sleeves and began to tickle Micky! They gently glided the feathers over his bare feet, ribs, sides, stomach and underarms. Micky laughed hysterically. He tried to move away, but the rack he was on held him immobile.
"HAHAHAHAHAHEEHEHEHOHOOHOO!" Micky screamed, "Please stop! HAHAHAHEHEHEHE!"
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity to Micky, they did stop and one of the black hooded figures came over with a covered plate.
"Time for the sacrifice!" The Priestess exclaimed and took off the cover. Underneath was a pair of scissors.
"What are going to do?" Micky asked fearfully as he got his breath back.
"Why, cut off your curly hair, of course." The Priestess replied, picking up the scissors, "You are going to provide us with many years of curly hair for our God."
"Years?" Micky squeaked.
"Yes, after we cut your hair," Another black-robed figure replied, "We'll keep you chained in a pit until your hair grows back, then repeat this ceremony again and cut it off."
"Pity about our last sacrifice." Michele put in, "He only lasted twenty years before he went mad."
"WHAT?!" Micky screamed, his eyes bulging, "You can't keep me here! My friends will come looking for me!"
"No they won't." Michele replied, "I don't think they like you anymore. I heard them talking about getting a new drummer."
Tears came to Micky's eyes. Michele saw that and turned Micky's face to her.
"I'll bet you're sorry you did all those pranks now, aren't you?"
"Yes I am." Micky said, a tear coming down his cheek. He had hurt his three best friends in the world and now they weren't around when he needed them. "If they were here I'd tell them I'll never play another joke on them again."
"You mean that?" A black-robed figure asked.
"Yes I do." Micky replied, "I have three of the best friends in the world, and I did some dumb things to upset them."
The five hooded figures looked at each other. They nodded to each other, then slowly pulled down their hoods and took off their masks.
To Micky's utter shock, it was none other than Mike, Peter, Davy, Davy's girlfriend Mary and Michele under the robes.
"I think we got him pretty good, don't you think, everyone?" Mike asked.
Everyone nodded their heads.
"Thanks, Michele, you were great." Mary, who was the ’Priestess’, said to her friend. Micky finally found his voice.
"You guys..." Was all Micky could say.
"Learned your lesson, Mick?" Davy asked.
"Oh, I knew it was you guys all along!" Micky lied.
The other five looked at each other, then began to tickle Micky with the feathers again!
"NO, HEHEHEHEhahahahahohohoho! Stopit!" Micky laughed, "I've learned my lesson, I'm sorry! You got me! hehehehe!"
The others stopped tickling Micky and released him from the rack. He sat up and began to put his shoes back on. Peter patted Micky on the back.
"You ok, Mick?"
"Yeah, I'm fine, big Pete." Micky said with a smile.
"Now you promised no more jokes." Mike said.
"Yeah, Mike, no more jokes." Micky promised.
At least until next April fools, Micky thought to himself.


THE END