By:  Mickys411    Rated G

Once upon a time in the little village of Avon-on-Calling, there lived four young, peasant men.
Times were tough, especially for these boys, you see, they were musicians but since the village didn't have the money to hire them, the men were broke themselves.

“Well, the cupboard’s bare, and it’s not gonna get any fuller, until we get paid,” said the peasant named Mike.

"But we haven't had a job in four weeks," says peasant Davy.
"Seems more like a month to me," said peasant Peter.
Mike and Davy just looked at one another and shook their heads.
Just then, Peasant Micky came in the house carrying some firewood.
"How did you get firewood?” Asked Mike.
"Yeah, it's 3 pounds at the market," said Davy.
"I got it for free," said Micky, placing the wood down by the fireplace.
"How?" Peter asked.
"I got it from this place with a sign."
"What did the sign say?" Mike asked.
"No trespassing," Micky answered.
Suddenly, there was a knock at their door.
Micky answered it, there was no one there, but there was a note on the door.
He read the note, “If you boys don't pay me your property taxes, plus back pays, by 5pm tomorrow, out you go!!!!!!!!.
Property owner Babbit."
Mike let out a sigh and said, “Fellas, there's only one thing we have to do," he said.

He went out to the barn that was next to the house and opened the barn door.

Inside the barn was a tan and white colored cow, chewing on some hay.
"I'm afraid we're going to have to sell the cow," said Mike.
Peter got upset and ran to the cow, and hugged it.
"Not Betsy! We raised her since she was a calf," he cried.
"I know old buddy, but we just have to get the money, and the only thing we have in the house worth selling is the cow," said Mike.
Betsy gave Mike an angry moo.
"You know Peter's right," said Davy.
"Thank you," said Peter.
"I mean, don't we anything else in the house, what about our instruments?"
"We sold those last week to buy hay for Betsy," Micky said, turning to the cow.
Betsy also gave him an angry moo.
Peter spoke up to the guys.
"Fellas, I'll sell Betsy," he said.
"I understand Pete, we know how much you love Betsy, and you want to say good-bye." said Mike.
"Yeah that and I don’t think she’s really found of you or Micky.”

Micky cleared his throat and shook his head, Mike gave the cow a funny look and Davy just snickered.
Peter then led the cow out of barn, and headed off to market.
"Well, see ya later babe," said Mike.
"Aren't you guys gonna say good-bye to Betsy?" Peter asked.
"Bye Betsy," said Mike, Micky and Davy.
Betsy just stuck her tongue out to the others, and she and Peter headed off to town.
At town where the market stands were, the streets were crowded with people buying, selling and trading.
As Peter headed to the livestock stand to sell Betsy, he thought he heard something or someone calling him.
"Psst, hey buddy over here," said the mystery voice.
Peter looked around to see where the voice was coming from.
"Who's there?" he asked.
A person then came out from behind a cart.
"Say, buddy that's a nice looking cow you got there," said the person, who turned out to be a shady looking man.
"Thank you sir, but I have to sell her now.” said Peter, “You see my friends and I don’t have any money and…”

The man stopped him.
"Did you say you didn't have any money?" he asked.
Peter shook his head in a yes matter.
"Well, why didn't you say so, I got just what you need."
The man placed his hand in his pocket, and pulled out some beans.
"Young man, these beans are magic, and will make all your dreams come true."
Peter thought for a few seconds, then spoke up.
"Gee I.."
Once again the man stopped him from talking.
"Great, I thought you see it my way," said the man.
He placed the beans in Peter's hand, and took Betsy.
"Pleasure doing business with you pal," said the man walking away, with Betsy by his side.
Peter looked at the beans in his hand and said to himself, “What am I going to tell the guys?"

"You did what?!" shouted Mike to Peter after he got home and told the guys what happened.
"You were supposed to sell the cow to get money not beans!" said Davy.
"I'm sorry." said Peter with a very sad look on his face.
"Sorry?! When the town finds out what you did, we'll be the laughing stock of the village!" said Micky.
"But the man told me that these were magic beans." said Peter.
"Peter, there's no such thing as magic beans." said Davy.
"So what are we gonna do, I'm sure that crook has left town by now," said Micky.
"Yeah, you're right," said Mike.
Peter then thought of something.
"I think I should just bury these stupid beans that cause us these problems, and forget this ever happened.”
"That may help a little." said Mike.
So Peter went outside, buried the beans under the ground and that was it.
The rest of the day, the guys tried to forget about what happened earlier.
Meanwhile, outside, in the spot where Peter had buried the beans, a sprout began to grow.

The next morning, the Monkees woke up from a restless sleep, all they dreamed about was beans.
And all that thinking about beans made them hungry, however the only thing close to food was a bag of oats.
It was some of Betsy's leftover food, but it was better then nothing.
As they got the table ready for them to eat, the guys noticed an object on the table.
Mike picked it up and studied the figure.
"I wondered where this large leaf came from?" He said.
"Maybe it came from that giant plant outside." Said Peter.
"What giant plant?" Micky asked.
"I think that one out the window." said Davy pointing to something that was very tall and very green.
The guys all ran outside to see whatever that thing was. They couldn't believe their eyes, when they got outside, to see that there was a tree like object planted in the ground!
"Wh-where did this come from?" wondered Davy.
"I think those beans were magic," said Peter.
He and the others looked up to the sky to see that it was indeed true.
The beans formed a tiny sprout, which then turned into a giant beanstalk overnight.
"Wow! man, this is something out of storybook," said Micky.
"I'm not sure you guys, this seems to real to be true," said Mike.
Micky then jumped on top of the beanstalk, and began to climb it.
"I gotta see where this thing leads to," he said.
"Hey careful." Said Mike, climbing the beanstalk to catch up to his friend.
"I'll come, but you know, it's not really good to climb giant plants on an empty stomach." said Davy, climbing on the beanstalk as well.
"Hey, wait for me, I grew this thing!" Shouted Peter, climbing on the beanstalk.
And the four climbed the beanstalk to a place they won't believe where it was.

The Monkees climbed and climbed the beanstalk.
Midway climbing, they saw that they were in the clouds.
"Wow, this sure is a long climb up," said Davy.
"Yeah, where's the elevator on this thing?" Micky asked.
"Hey, I can see our house from here," said Peter, looking down.
"Of course you do, this bean was grown in our yard wasn't it?" Mike said.
"Oh yeah."
Sometime later, the guys reached the tip top of the beanstalk, it turns out the giant plant ended beyond the clouds and in the sky.
They jumped off the top branch, and took a look around.
"I never thought we could, but it looks like we're up in the sky and clouds," said Mike.
Just then, Davy spotted something up ahead.
"Hey, what's that over there?" he asked pointing.
"I'm not sure.” Micky said squinting his eyes to look at the far away object as well.
"Maybe we should take a look." thought Peter.
"Now wait a minute fellas, we're in a new and strange place, so let's be careful." Mike warned everyone.
And so the Monkees started off for the distant figure.
"You know, I hope we find out what that thing is soon." said Davy, trying to balance himself.
"Yeah, I'm getting dizzy from the lack of air up here." Said Micky.
"Don't worry guys, by the looks of it, we're not too far away from whatever that thing is." said Mike.
"I wonder what it could be?" said Peter.
After some time walking the Monkees finally made it to their destination.
The object turned out to be a castle, a very large one at that.
"Golly, look at this place." said Davy.
"You're telling me." said Mike.
"Do you think there's anyone home?" Peter asked.
"Let's check.” Micky said, “By the way, where's the doorbell on this thing?"
"Up there," Mike said pointing to a large gold knocker on front of the door.
"You know, I don't think we'll be able to knock on the door from here," said Davy.
Micky then noticed something at the bottom of the door.
"Hey, he can get in through here." he said, pointing to a crack.
"I don't think we should." said Peter.
"Why's that?"
"It's rude to go into someone's house without knocking."
"Will you come on!"
The Monkees then one by one crept into the house through the hole in the door.

When the Monkees got through the crack in the door, they couldn't believe their eyes at the inside of the castle.
It was just as big as the outside, in fact it looked more like a museum, than a house, with pictures and objects on the walls, and candle lights on the ceilings.
"Golly, won't you look at this place?" said Davy.
"Yeah, I’ve never seen anything like it," said Mike.
"This makes our house look like a shack," said Peter.
"Because it is," said Micky.
Just then, the guys smelled something good.
"Hey, what's that wonderful smell?" said Mike.
"I think it's coming from this way." said Davy, pointing straight ahead.
"Let's go see what it is," said Micky.
They raced in the direction where the smell was coming from.
They stopped at a large table.
"How are we gonna get up there?" wondered Peter.
The Monkees climbed up top, by using one of the table legs, like the way they got up on the beanstalk.
When they got on the table top, there was a large spread of food.
Looking at all the types of food was making the guys hungry, so they decided to have a bite to eat.
They ate some meats, cheeses, bread and fruit.
There was even a chocolate pie, and washed it down with some milk.
"You know, I was so hungry, I felt like I haven't eaten in days," said Davy.
"That's because we haven't eaten in days." said Mike.
Just then, the guys began to hear something that sounded like live music.
"Hey, what's that?" Micky asked.
"Maybe it's the radio." said Peter.
"I think it's coming from over there," said Davy, indicating an object, sitting on the side of the table.
They went up to the object to see what it was.
"That's the strangest looking radio I've ever seen," said Peter.
"It's not a radio, it's a box of some sort," said Mike.
"A music box." Said a voice.
"Who's said that?" Micky asked.
"In here." the voice said again.
"In here where?" said Davy.
A hand poked out from the key hole.
"Who's in there?" Mike asked.
"Just open the box, and you'll see," said the person in the box.
The Monkee all grabbed the top of the box, and opened it.
When they opened the box, they couldn't believe what's was inside.

Indeed, The Monkees couldn't believe what their eyes saw, when they opened the box.
It was a woman, but not just an ordinary lady.
She looked about the same age as the guys, and had long blonde hair, but had a harp connected to her back.
"Thank you, you've come to rescue me." said the harp woman.
"You're welcome. By the way who are you anyway?" asked Mike.
"And why do you have a harp on your back?" Peter asked.
Micky jabbed him in the stomach with his elbow and said, "What my friend meant to say is, how did you get here?"
"My name is Belinda. Many years ago, I was the musical leader of the village of Avon-on-calling," the woman said.
The Monkees remember hearing stories of a beautiful woman who used to bring happiness to the village, by her amazing gifts of music, till one day, she disappeared.
Belinda continued her story. Although the guys listened, Davy was preoccupied by Belinda's beauty, and stars began to appear in his eyes.
"I was kidnapped by the giant who lives at this very castle.” Said Belinda, “I miss my home, and spreading the joy of music across the land."
"Gi..Giant?" The Monkees said altogether.
"Yes, he keeps me in this box, but takes me out everyday, so he can hear music while he counts his jewels, treasures, and golden eggs."
"Don't you mean jewels, treasures and gold coins?" asked Mike.
"No, gold eggs.” Said Belinda, “The giant has a goose that lays golden eggs."
"Wow, I wonder how you cook those type of eggs," Peter wondered.
"You don't eat them, they're solid gold eggs," said Belinda.
"Where does the giant keep the goose?" Micky asked.
"Down in the castle basement."
"If this goose lays golden eggs, I would had thought he keep it in the tallest tower in the castle," said Davy.
"If he did, the goose would escape," said Belinda.
Just then, everyone heard footsteps coming their way.
"Shh! It's the giant." said Belinda.
Suddenly, there came a honking noise.
Mike looked at the others and said," Did one of you guys just.."
He was stopped by Davy, Peter and Micky who answered no.
"The giant's got the goose with him." said Belinda.
She warned the Monkees to keep down low, so the giant wouldn't see them in the box.
For if he did, The guys would be in trouble.

The Monkees got down on the floor of the box, and kept low like Belinda said, so the giant wouldn't noticed them.
And sure enough when they did, the box opened, a hand reached in, grabbed Belinda, and closed the box after taking her out.
The guys then looked through the peep hole of the box, to see what was going on. There they saw the giant, who looked not only huge in size, but strangely familiar to them.
"Wow! Now that's a giant." said Davy.
"He sure is big." Mike added.
"Why does the giant look like property owner Babbit?" Wondered Peter.
"We'll figure that out later, right now we have other things on our heads.“ Said Micky.
As the Monkees continued to look through the peep hole, they saw the giant seated at the table, counting boxes full of treasures and jewels, as well as the golden eggs that the goose laid, while Belinda played the harp for him.
In the middle of counting, the giant let out a yawn that actually shook the table, as well as the box, with the Monkees still inside. A few seconds later, the giant placed his arms on the table, placed his head down on them, and fell asleep.
Belinda turned to the box where the Monkees were and called for their attention.
"Now's your chance to get the treasures and escape." She called.
"Groovy, but one question, how do we get out?" asked Mike.
"We have to think of something." Said Davy, leaning on the side of the box.
Just then, the box began to tip a bit.
"Everyone get to that side." said Mike.
The guys all began to lean on the side of the box all together. And with that, the box fell over, opening the top as well.
"Well that was an easy plan." said Micky.
"Now to save the day." said Peter, heading for the treasures.
Mike grabbed him by the collar and said, "Hold on there shotgun, we have to keep quiet, or the giant will wake up."
The guys huddled to figure out how to get the treasures, and save Belinda.
It was decided that Davy will help Belinda, Mike and Peter will carry the boxes of treasures, while Micky takes care of the goose that lays the golden eggs.
The Monkees quietly crept up to the sleeping giant, and so far everything was going according to plan.
Davy careful picked up Belinda, and the two began to slide down the table, very carefully.
Mike and Peter each grabbed a box of jewels and treasures and carefully climbed down the table, so they wouldn’t drop anything.
Micky tried to get the goose, but the goose didn't what was happening one bit, and began to run away.
"Come here you!" Said Micky, chasing after the goose.
When he finally caught up to the goose, he grabbed it, and the goose began to honk angrily at Micky.
"Shh!" He said, placing his hand over the gooses' mouth.
The goose then bit Micky on the hand, he then let out a yelp. It was loud enough to wake the sleeping giant.

The giant woke to see Micky running away with the giant's goose that laid golden eggs.
Micky looked up at the giant, gave him a sheepish smile, and ran off to catch up with the others.
"Wait for me!" He shouted, sliding down the table, and managed to catch up to the guys.
"Hurry! Before the giant catches up to us!" Mike shouted.
"Relax, how fast can a giant run?" said Davy.
However, the giant ran with giant steps, and managed to get at the Monkees’ pace.
In fact, the giant made to the door, before the Monkees did.
He opened it, and the guys raced out.
"Thank you," Peter called to the giant.
"How how we gonna get away?" wondered Belinda.
"Don't you worry, we have a way out of this," said Davy.
"Look, there's the beanstalk!" shouted Peter.
"Where did that come from?" Belinda asked.
"Long story.” Said Micky, “It all started when…"
He got interrupted but Mike who said, "We'll tell you later.”
And with that, all five of them not climbed, but raced down the beanstalk.
As soon as the guys and Belinda reached the bottom, they all jumped off the beanstalk.
The guys then each took some axes, and began to chop the beanstalk down.
After several chops, the beanstalk began to topple.
"Timber!" The Monkees shouted altogether and the beanstalk fell flat to the ground with a loud thud.
"There's no way that giant can catch us now," said Peter.
Davy looked up at the sky and said," Yeah, you sure are right.”
He then noticed the sun was setting.
"Say, what time is it?"
Mike looked at the town hall clock, which faced the house.
"It's almost 5." He said.
"We have to pay our back taxes, or else we'll get thrown out of our home." said Micky.
Everyone, including Belinda hurried to the town to pay the taxes.
"Can I help you sir?" asked the woman at the tax collector office.
"We're to pay our back taxes” said Mike do you take jewels or gold eggs?"
The woman looked at the items. She couldn't believe her eyes. She called in her boss, who couldn't believe his eyes either.
After a bit of researching by the town's jeweler, it was announced that the treasures and gold eggs were 100% real.
The town congratulated and thanked the Monkees for not only bringing riches of jewels, treasures and golden eggs, but rescuing Belinda as well.
Best of all, the Monkees got their taxes paid on time, so they didn't have to move out, and they used some of the money they got as an reward to get Betsy back.
The Monkees were then known as the wealthiest music makers ever.

THE END

"The Vanishing Voice"

By:  Mickys411 and Larrysgirl   Rated G

One spring afternoon, The Monkees were returning home to the pad.
They had just gotten back from a long morning of auditions, but had a number of failures.  Their luck however changed after playing a few tunes for "The Palm Tree Palace".
Although the gig was only for a five week engagement, the guys were more than happy to take it.
"Man, this really turned out to be a pretty groovy day," said Davy.
"You can say that again," said Mike.
"Man, this turned out to be a pretty groovy day," said Peter, repeating what his band mate said a few seconds ago.
"I don't think I can remember the last time we played and sang for a long length of time," said Micky, who was sounding a bit hoarse from all that singing.
"I can remember," said Peter.
"When?"
"This morning when we went for all those auditions," said Peter.
Mike was about to say something, but decided to skip it.
"Ok, fellas we got that gig starting Monday, so we better start practicing," he said.
Davy, Peter and Micky grumbled a little, due to the fact that they had to get up early this morning to practice, before they were out to audition.
However, Mike promised they can rest tomorrow, so they went ahead and rehearsed.
The band spent the all day practicing, in fact it actually went into the evening.
"Ok, fellas I think that will be it for the day," said Mike looking at his watch.
"You mean night," said Peter, looking out the window.
"You know, I can't remember the last time we did so much practicing," said Davy.
"I did, we just finished a day's and night's worth."
Davy just rolled his eyes at Peter's comment.
"Man is my voice shot," said Micky, clearing his throat.
"Don't worry guys, we can rest now," said Mike.
Peter, Micky and Davy were glad to finally take a break. In fact, the guys were so tired from rehearsing all day and into the night, that they all fell right to sleep.
The next morning after a good night's sleep, The guys woke to a beautiful bright day.
"Man, did I sleep like a log," said Davy, stretching his arms.
"So, since we can have a break today, what can we do?" asked Peter.
"I don't know, do you fellas have any ideas?" asked Mike.
"How bout we go to the bowling?" said Davy.
"How bout a movie?" Peter suggested.
"Maybe the beach.” said Mike, “What about you Micky?"
Micky opened his mouth, but nothing came out.
"What did you say Mick?" asked Davy.
Micky tried to talk again, but still no sound.

"We still can't hear you, Mick." Davy said, "Speak up!"
Micky looked at his three friends in horror. His mouth opened and closed, but not a sound came from it.
"This isn't funny anymore, Micky." Mike told him.
The truth dawned on Peter. "I don't think he...can...talk Mike." He said slowly.
Micky nodded frantically, rubbing his throat.
"Oh, no!" Mike exclaimed, "It must've been from all that rehearsing and auditioning yesterday."
Micky nodded again, while Peter went over to the sink and brought Micky a glass of water. Micky drank the water, but still couldn't produce a sound.
"This is not good." Davy said solemnly.

Mike, Peter and Davy sat in the room, thinking of how to help Micky.
Just then, something came to Davy.
"Hey, you know what may help?” He said, “Try taking a hot shower,"
Micky did just that, and came back few moments later, drying his hair.
"Well, did it help?" Peter asked.
Micky opened his mouth once again, but still no sound.
"I guess that was no help." said Peter.
"Maybe if you put something in your stomach, you will be able to speak," Mike said to Micky.
The four went downstairs to have breakfast.
"Judging by his normal eating, I know Micky isn't sick," said Davy, as he noticed Micky was eating his regular bowl of cornflakes and orange juice.
"You're right, it's just a case of laryngitis, I hope," said Mike.
"Hey, I just remember something," said Peter, snapping his fingers.
"What is it?" asked Davy.
"Remember when I had the hiccups and we got a book from the library to cure them?"
"Yeah, what about it?" asked Mike.
"Well, I believe they had a book about curing a lost voice," Peter continued.
"Wow, Peter you're a genius."
Peter beamed and said, "Thank you."
Mike and Peter then went to the library, while Davy stayed at the pad with Micky.
Since Micky couldn't talk, Davy gave him a pencil and some paper, so he can write down anything he needed.
A short later, Mike and Peter returned to the pad with the book they needed.
"Well, now that we have the book, let's see what cures there are," said Davy.
Mike began to read the book.
"How to cure a lost voice, chapter one.” He read, “One of the most common cures for a lost voice is drinking a glass of water."
"We did that this morning and that didn't help." said Peter.
"If that does not help, please continue reading this book." Mike read on.
"Chapter two, one sure fire cure is a cool down with ice,” he read, “and have the person stand in a small amount of ice.”

"Let's do it then," said Davy.
He ran and got a small metal washtub, and Peter filled it with ice.
"Ok Micky, hop in," said Peter.
Micky did just that.
He just shivered, but no sound came out again.
Peter got Micky a chair to sit down so he can be more comfortable.
"So Mike, how long does Micky have to stay in this thing?" Davy asked.
"According to the book, until his voice comes back, or till his toes turn blue which ever happens first,” answered Mike.
Peter picked up Micky's foot and said, "So far, no blue toes."
Micky opened his mouth, but still no sound.
"And so far no voice either," said Davy.
"I guess I better read on," said Mike.

After awhile, Micky couldn't stand the cold any longer and jumped out of the tub. He dried his feet off, still shivering and glaring at Mike.
"What's the next chapter say, Mike?" Davy asked as he and Peter looked over his shoulders.
"Chapter three." Mike read aloud, "If the first two cures didn't work, another can't-miss idea is to tickle the person."
Mike, Peter and Davy looked up from the book to see Micky already running for the back door. Mike leapt over the couch and tackled Micky before he could leave. Peter and Davy joined Mike and the three of them dragged Micky back into the living room. Micky struggled, but the three of them managed to stretch Micky out on the couch and hold him down.
"Micky, we know you're ticklish." Mike said seriously, "But we have that gig coming up soon, and we need you to get your voice back." Mike wasn't going to admit it, but down deep he was going to enjoy a little payback to Micky for tickling him on the beach when his cousin Spike was staying at the pad.
Micky raised his eyes skyward as if to say "Why me?" then shut his eyes.
Mike slowly and gently tickled Micky's ribs, while Peter and Davy worked on Micky's bare feet. Micky threw his head back and let out a silent howl of laughter. He kept trying to push Mike's hands away so Peter took Micky's hands and gently pulled them above his head and held them there. Micky continued to silently laugh hysterically and struggle against his friends. Davy had to wrap an arm around Micky's ankles so he could tickle his feet.
After several minutes, Peter looked down at Micky and saw that he was beginning to cry. He let go of Micky's hands.
"Stop, guys." Peter said, "This isn't working at all. We're just torturing Micky, not helping him."
Mike and Davy stopped tickling Micky and Mike helped Micky sit up. "We're sorry, Micky." Mike said, "But can you say anything now?"
Micky opened his mouth, but not a syllable came out. The angry look Micky was giving Mike right now was speaking volumes, however. Mike looked down at the floor and sighed. He shut the library book and wondered what else could be done to help his friend. The book didn't seem to be helping matters at all, in fact it was making them worse with Micky getting angry at them. Micky got up off the couch and went over to put his shoes back on. Peter finally spoke up.
"Any more ideas, anyone?" He asked.

Mike continue to read.
"It says here, that if freezing doesn't help, use the opposite." He read.
"So, what's the opposite of freezing?" wondered Peter.
"Heat!" Said Mike and Davy at the same time.
Peter looked at them sheepishly. Micky just shook his head, with a grin, though he lost his voice, he didn't lose his sense of humor.
"I was just thinking, where the heck are we going to get the heat from?" Wondered Mike.
"Since we don't have the heat, we can try steam, said Davy, It's almost the same you know."
"It's worth a try."
The four Monkees headed upstairs to the bathroom, and turned on the shower dial to hot water. Soon enough, steam began to appear.
"Now Mick, stay in here for a few minutes, and the steam may help you." said Mike to Micky who nodded.
Peter, Mike and Davy left the bathroom, while Micky tried to breathe in the steam to get his voice back.
"Say Mike, how long do we have to leave Micky in there?" asked Davy.
"Until Micky gets his voice back," Mike answered.
"Or till he melts, which ever happens first," said Peter.
Mike looked inside the book.
"Are you sure you haven't read this book?" Mike asked Peter.
Peter shook his head in a no manner.
A few minutes later, the guys began to wonder if this method was curing Micky.
"You talking yet Micky?" Mike asked, knocking on the door.
There was no sound.
Mike opened the door. Micky walked out of the bathroom, he was dripping with sweat from his forehead, and had sweat stains on the underarms of his shirt.
"So, did it work?" Peter asked.
Micky opened his mouth, but still no sound. He went into the bedroom to change his shirt. The Monkees then headed back downstairs to try to come up with ideas.
Just then, an idea popped into Mike's head.
He snapped his fingers and said, "What a minute! I just remember an old remedy from my great,great,great,great-grandmother!"
"Great, what is it?" asked Davy.
"It's a modern cure," said Mike.
"How can it be a modern cure if it was from your great,great,great,great-grandmother?" asked Peter.
Mike shook his head, but continued, "Anyway, it's a little unusual, but it may help."
"Groovy, what can we do to help?" asked Peter.
"I need a ring of garlic, several tennis balls, and a bowl of mashed bananas."

Peter, Micky and Davy looked at Mike as if he'd lost his mind.
"Why do you need those things?" Peter asked Mike.
"I'll show all of you later." Mike replied, "Just go to the store and get all that. I'll watch Micky."
Micky just raised an eyebrow at Mike, but of course didn't say anything.
Peter and Davy left the pad and went to the store to buy what Mike needed. Mike patted Micky on the shoulder.
"I'm sorry we're putting you through all this nonsense, Micky, but you'll have your voice back soon." He said.
Micky picked up the pen and paper Davy had given him and wrote. 'Promise?'
"Yeah, I promise." Mike smiled, "Or else I'll let you tickle me instead."
Micky smiled at that and followed Mike into the kitchen where they got everything they got everything ready for Mike's cure.

"Ok Mike, what do you have in mind for this crazy cure?" asked Davy.
"You'll see," said Mike.
He placed the ring of garlic around Micky's neck, then placed two tennis balls in each hand, and put the bowl of mashed bananas on top of Micky's head.
"Is that it?" asked Peter.
"I'm not done yet.” Said Mike, "Now then Micky, stand on your right leg, juggle the tennis balls, and whistle "Row, row, row your boat."
Micky did just that, and believe it or not, the bowl of mashed bananas still stayed on his head.
"Do you think it worked?" Asked Peter.
"I don't know, let's see.“ Said Mike.
"Try saying something, Micky." Said Davy.
Micky did open his mouth, but once again, nothing came out.
"That's funny, I could have sworn that that method would had done the job.” Said Mike, who then slapped his forehead in frustration. Wait a minute, this method is to cure motion sickness! The one for a lost voice contains…"
He didn't finish, for at that moment a very angry Micky took the bowl of mashed bananas off his head, and dumped the bowl upside down on to Mike's head. His dark brown hair was now covered with bananas.
Peter and Davy tried to keep from laughing, but they couldn't, not after seeing mashed up bananas on their band mates head.
However, Micky didn't find anything funny about the situation. He placed the bowl on the table and ran out the backdoor.
Mike would've called out to Micky, but he was too busy pulling the mashed bananas out of his hair. Peter and Davy were holding onto each other in laughter. Mike got the biggest chunks out of his hair and looked over at the other two.
"While you two are having fun," Mike fumed, "Why don't you two go see where Micky went and make sure he's ok?"
"Su...sure, Mike." Davy laughed, "By the way, I once heard banana oil is good for your hair."
Davy and Peter started laughing again, but one look at Mike told them they'd better leave. Still giggling, they went out the back door and onto the beach. Mike went upstairs to wash the rest of the bananas out of his hair.

Peter and Davy walked along the beach looking for Micky.
"Micky!" Peter yelled. "Where are you?!"
"He can't answer you Peter." Davy replied, "Even if he could, I don't think he'd want to right now. He's pretty upset."
"Yeah, we've done so much to him in the last few hours, putting his feet in ice, tickling him, making him stand in a hot shower and then Mike's crazy cure. He's had it with us." Peter said sadly.
"Yeah, I haven't seen him like this in a long time...." Davy stopped speaking and pointed along the beach. "There he is!" He exclaimed.
Peter and Davy ran over to Micky, who was sitting down and drawing designs in the sand with a small stick. Micky glanced up at his band mates then looked back down in the sand. Peter and Davy sat on either side of Micky.
"Whatcha doin' Micky?" Davy asked.
Micky wrote 'nothing' in the sand in front of him.
"Can we join you in doing nothing?" Peter asked.
Micky nodded his head.
Davy noticed Micky was looking pretty sad. He patted the drummer on the back. "You'll get your voice back, Micky." Davy said softly, "It probably just needs time, is all."
Micky smoothed out the sand and wrote 'Can't sing-I'm letting you 3 down'.
"No you're not, Micky." Peter replied. "You're still a member of the Monkees. We'll look after you."
"More importantly, you're our friend, Micky." Davy added. "You don't need to sing to be the drummer."
"And you're the best drummer around." Peter said.
Micky smiled at that. He smoothed out the sand again and wrote 'thanks guys'.
Just then Mike came over. His hair was still wet from washing. He knelt in front of Micky and waited until Micky looked up at him.
"Micky, I'm really sorry." He said quietly, "I care about you, we all care about you. But no matter what happens, you'll get through this because we'll be there with you. Right guys?" He said to Peter and Davy.
"Right Mike." Peter and Davy said together.
Mike, Peter and Davy gave Micky a group hug. Micky blinked back tears. He was so glad he had such good friends. The four of them stood up and started walking back to the pad.

As soon as the guys entered the pad, Micky let out a yawn.
"This day knocked you out there, buddy?" Mike asked him.
Micky responded with nodding his head. He then wrote down on the note pad saying that he was going to take a nap.
"Ok, see you later babe." Davy called out as Micky walked up the stairs.
The other guys stayed downstairs and tried to be quiet, so they wouldn’t wake Micky.
Sometime later, Peter went to check to see how Micky was doing.
"He's out like a light," said Peter, walking back to Davy and Mike who were watching TV.
"You know, he went through a lot today, he deserves the rest." said Davy.
Peter and Davy noticed that Mike had something on his mind.
In fact, that night, Mike woke up near dawn, and tried to be quiet, so he wouldn’t wake his friends.
Sometime later, Peter and Davy came downstairs to find Mike in the kitchen, cooking something on the stove, as well something in a blender. It was no surprise to see Mike, since he was always the first one up, but they were surprised when Mike told Peter and Davy what time he got up.
"Is Micky coming?" Mike asked.
"He's coming shortly." said Peter.
"Great, breakfast is almost ready." Said Mike, grilling up some blueberry waffles.
Davy notice something in the blender.
"What's in here?" he asked.
"You'll see.” Said Mike.
Micky came downstairs, after taking a quick shower and a change of clothes.
"Morning there sleepy head." Said Davy, pouring juice in his cup.
Micky waved with a smile.
"No voice Micky?" Peter asked.
Micky opened his mouth, but still no sound came out once again. He sighed and sat in a chair. Mike then grabbed a glass from the cupboard, poured some of the item that was in the blender and handed the glass to Micky.
"Here Micky, try some." he said.
Micky sniffed the drink, and turned his head away.
He really didn't want to taste whatever this thing was, but Micky didn't want to hurt Mike's feeling, so he drank it.
Micky took a big gulp, made a slight face, and swallowed the drink.
"Man Mike! I hate to say this, but this stuff tastes disgusting!" Said Micky.
The room went quiet for a minute.
"Wait a minute, did I just say what I think I did?" asked Micky.
Davy, Peter and Mike nodded in silence.
"Hey, my voice came back!"
A huge grin appeared across Micky's face.
"Groovy man," said Peter, who was happy to see Micky got his voice back.
Davy turned to Mike and asked, "Say Mike, how did you do it?"
"Well, I remember what were the items used in my great, great, great, great-grandma's lost voice cure," Mike answered.
"What's in it?"
"Can't tell you, that's a secret."
"You know, after seeing what's in the glass, I don't think I want to know what's in it."
"Well as long as Micky's got his voice back, that's all that matters," said Peter.
"Say Micky, want some more of this stuff?" Asked Mike, handing the glass to Micky.
"Uh, no thanks, but I will help myself to a blueberry waffle." Said Micky with a laugh.
The others laughed as well.
That night, they played at the club and were a big hit.
In fact, The Monkees played so well, they were asked to play another night.
As for Micky's voice, it sounded better then it ever did.

THE END