By: Mickys411, Larrysgirl and Tyson Wolf   Rated G

One spring day, Peter was walking around downtown and did some grocery shopping. As he left the store, he heard someone or something.
"Bark!" Went the noise.
Peter turned to see that it was a dog. The dog was medium sized with shaggy tan fur.
"Hey boy,” Said Peter, kneeling down to pet the dog, “Where did you come from?"
The dog just barked and licked Peter on the face.
"You are friendly."
Peter then looked around and asked a few people if they lost a dog. They all said no.
"Well I guess you better come home with me then."
The dog barked happily and followed Peter home.

Meanwhile, back at the pad, Mike and Micky were washing up after working on the car, and Davy was putting away the dishes when Peter came home.
"Hey guys, guess what I got?" he said.
The Monkees weren't sure what to expect, since the last time Peter went to the store, he won a year’s supply of light bulbs.
"We got all the light bulbs we need," said Mike.
"It's not light bulbs," said Peter.
"Can you give us a hint?' asked Davy.
"It's got a lot of fur and four legs."
"Is it some type of furniture?" asked Micky.
"I'll show you," said Peter.
"He led the dog into the pad.
"Hey groovy you got a dog," said Micky.
"Where did you find it?" asked Davy.
"I found him at the strip. He was alone, so I took him home."
"I hate to tell you this old buddy, but we can't keep him," said Mike.
"Why?"
"You know Babbit's rules, if he finds out we're keeping a dog, out we go."
"But he has no owner, we can't just let him go," said Peter.
"Yeah, he might get hurt, or taken by the dog catcher," said Davy.
Micky patted the dog and said," He kind of reminds me of a dog I had as a kid."
"I don't see a collar or license on him," said Davy.
"So he's a stray," said Peter.
The guys looked at Mike. He thought a minute and said," Ok, we can keep him."
Davy, Peter and Micky were glad to hear it.
"But we gotta keep him hiding when Babbit comes around."
Everybody agreed that the dog would have to be kept out of sight whenever Babbit came around.
"Good thing Babbit only comes around once a month to collect the rent." Peter said.
"Or to complain about the noise." Micky added.
"Or just to be nosy." Davy added.
"Yeah, well, Babbit does come pretty often." Peter conceded, "So we'll have to be careful."
"Where will he sleep?" Mike asked.
"By the bandstand?" Micky ventured.
"No, too much in the open." Davy said, "He can sleep under the stairs."
The guys agreed to put the dog's bed under the hurricane stairs. It would be out of the way there. Peter led the dog under the stairs, but instead of lying down, he made a beeline for Peter and Davy's room.
"Hey, you can't sleep in there!" Peter yelled, chasing after the dog.
By the time Peter got into his room, the dog had curled up in the corner by his bed. Peter knelt down by him.
"C'mon boy, there's not enough room in here." He said gently.
The dog looked up at Peter with big eyes and Peter relented.
"Ok, you can sleep here next to my bed."
The dog stood up and licked Peter's face.

Later on, the guys were watching TV when the dog walked over to them and began to whine.
"Whatsa matter, boy." Mike said, patting the dog on the head.
But the dog just kept looking at him and nudged his hand with his nose.
"I think he's hungry." Micky said.
"Yeah, that could be it." Mike said. "If we're gonna keep him, we gotta get some stuff, like, dog food for him."
"And a bed." Davy added.
"And some toys, too." Peter said.
"I'll go out and get some food," Davy said. "And maybe a chew toy or two."
"Buy some food for us too, Davy." Micky said, "I'm hungry."
"You're always hungry." Davy smiled and ducked as Micky lobbed a pillow at him.
Davy left the pad to get food for everyone. Mike looked down at the dog now lying at his feet.
"We can't keep calling our new buddy 'him' or 'the dog'. What do you think we should call him?"
Everybody sat around and thought. A lot of names were tossed around, which Peter wrote down on a sheet of paper. Still nobody could think of a good name. Finally, Micky spoke up.
"Let's wait until Davy comes home. He might have some more ideas."
The others agreed and while they were waiting, there was a knock on the door.
The knock on the door made the Monkees nervous. They hoped it wasn't Babbit for their sake as well as the dog's.
"Hey guys, think you can give me a hand here?" Called a voice from behind the door.
To everyone's relief, it was Davy. Mike opened the door, to find his band mate trying to juggle dog food, dishes, toys, a leash, collar and even a dog bed. As well as a few items for him and the guys.
Mike, Peter and Micky gave Davy a hand.
"I hope I got everything I need," said Davy.
"I think we have enough for two dogs," said Micky.
"It's a good thing it was just you at the door," said Mike.
"Thanks," said Davy sarcastically.
"I think what Mike means, we weren't sure if it was Babbit," said Peter.
"Have you thought of any names for the dog?"
"Not anything too good. Maybe you have some thoughts," said Micky.
"Since he's our new buddy, how ‘bout Buddy?" asked Davy.
Micky, Mike and Peter agreed that it was a perfect name.

Awhile later, the Monkees fed Buddy, took him for a walk, and played with him.

"He feels kind of dirty,” Peter said, “Maybe we should give him a bath."
"I'll help you." said Davy, as he was leading Buddy into the bathroom.
They filled the tub up with warm water and put Buddy in.
"Hey, he’s not trying to jump out or run away or anything!" Said Davy.

"I think he likes being clean." Said Peter.
After his bath, Peter and Davy dried him off with a towel. When they turned around, they saw that he was gone.
Peter and Davy looked at each other and said together "he's gone!" They looked for Buddy, and it didn't take them long to find him, he was on Peter's bed fast asleep.

"Looks like he found his bed." said Davy.

"That's okay,” said Peter, “He can sleep there."
Before they went to bed Peter set the dog bed in the middle of the room.
That night, as everybody went to sleep, Peter led Buddy over to his new bed.
"Here you go, Buddy!" Peter said, petting him. "A nice warm place for you to sleep."
Buddy turned around three times on his bed, then lay down.
"Good boy." Peter smiled.
Peter and Davy got into their Pj's and went to sleep. After awhile, Peter felt something nudge his hand. Turning on the light, he saw Buddy looking up at him.
"Whatcha doing up?" Peter asked him. "You can't sleep?"
Buddy tried to climb into Peter's bed, but Peter stopped him.
"Oh, no you don't." He said as sternly as he could, "You have your own bed."
Buddy licked Peter's face and Peter giggled.
"Ok, you can sleep with me, but just for tonight."
Buddy climbed up next to Peter, lay down and soon the two were fast asleep.

The next morning, the alarm went off. Peter hopped out of bed, and so did Buddy. He pet the dog, and went to brush his teeth.
Buddy then went up to Micky, who was still sound asleep.
"I'm getting up in a few minutes Pete, you can stop standing over me," Micky muttered in his sleep.
Mike and Davy then woke up to see what was going on, and found what was happening quite funny. Buddy still continued to sit by Micky, who then got up, turned and saw Buddy.

"Oh, Buddy it's you, said Micky, “For a minute I thought it was Peter with a bad case of morning breath.”
Buddy lowered his head.
Micky petted the dog and said, “I'm not saying you're the one with bad breath."
Buddy responded to the comment, by jumping onto the bed and licking Micky on the face.
"Down Buddy! Hahaha down boy! Hahehehehehe!"
"I think Buddy really likes you," said Peter, calling from the doorway.

During breakfast, although Buddy had his own food, Peter snuck him some bacon in the dog's food dish.
Awhile later, after the guys took Buddy for a walk on the beach, they went back to the pad to practice for an up coming gig.
Buddy was wagging his tail at every tune.
"You know, I think Buddy really likes our music," said Davy with a chuckle.
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door.
"I wonder who can it be." said Mike.
"Open up its Babbit!" Babbit shouted from behind the door.
The guys were wondering why Babbit was doing at the pad, since the rent wasn't due for another week.
Unless, he heard Buddy. The Monkees began to panic.
"Yikes!" Micky exclaimed, "We gotta hide Buddy!"
Peter grabbed Buddy's leash, clipped it to buddy's collar and led the dog to the upstairs bedroom. At the front door, Babbit still demanded to be let in.
"Open up, you weirdoes!" He shouted, pounding on the door once again.
The guys quickly pushed all of Buddy's toys under the couch and shoved his dog food in one of the cupboards. Finally, Micky opened the door for the irate landlord.
"What took so long?!" Babbit demanded.
"We were just cleaning up a little for you, sir." Mike said.
"Cleaning up?" Babbit smirked. "This place still looks a mess." He looked at the floor and noticed Buddy's food dish. "What's that? It looks like a dog dish."
"Oh, that's me hat!" Davy said quickly and put the food dish upside down on his head.
Babbit looked at Davy as if he had lost his mind, but said nothing.
"What can we do for you, Mr. Babbit?" Mike said, changing the subject.
Babbit walked further into the living room.
"I just wanted to tell you boys the garbage pickup has been changed from Mondays to Tuesdays." He said.
Peter came down the hurricane steps alone just then.
"Is he gone...oh, hi Mr. Babbit." Peter said with a smile.
"No, I'm not gone." Babbit snapped back, then looked at the others. "This place could probably fill up a whole garbage truck!"
"Davy, why are you wearing.." Peter started to say before Mike clamped his hand over his mouth.
Fortunately, Babbit didn't hear Peter as he continued to comment on the state of the pad. He then walked over to the couch.
"This couch has seen better days." Babbit remarked, as he sat down. But when he sat down, he sat down on one of Buddy's squeak toys. It made a 'squeak' sound and Babbit quickly stood back up and picked up the toy.
"What's this?" He asked, picking up the rubber hamburger.
"Oh, that's where my sister's baby's toy went!" Peter said quickly. "My sister had a baby and I was going to send this toy to the little tyke."
"Oh, well, that's all I wanted to tell you boys." Babbit said as he walked to the door. "Don't forget the rent is due next week!"
"We won't forget, Mr. Babbit!" Micky said as he walked the landlord to the door.
"You never let us forget." Mike muttered under his breath.
Fortunately, Babbit didn't hear that as he left the pad. Micky closed and locked the door and everybody gave a huge sigh of relief.
"That was close." Mike said.
"Yeah, too close." Davy said as he took the dog food bowl off his head.
"You looked kinda cute with that on, Davy." Micky laughed.
"Ha ha!" Davy retorted as he went to wash his hair.

The guys loved having the dog, Buddy loved listening to their music, enjoyed going to the beach, and Davy even got some dates with a little help from Buddy.
However, they still had to hide Buddy from Babbit, as well as Mrs. Purdy.
Although the guys loved Mrs. Purdy, she had a habit of spilling secrets, so if she saw, she would tell Babbit about it.

Later the guys were practicing Mike's new song "Mary, Mary"
"Mary, Mary where you going to,” sang Micky, “Mary, Mary where you going to, Mary.…”
"How was that?" asked Micky. "Pretty good,” said Mike, “But I think we can make it a lot better."
Everyone let out a deep sigh. "Hey look!" said Peter.
Everyone looked. There was Buddy, sitting in the middle of the room watching them. "Did you like our song?" asked Micky.
Buddy wagged his tail and let out a happy bark. "I think he liked it!" said Micky. Peter went over to Buddy, “Good boy!" He said. Buddy licked Peter on the face.
One day, after the guys finished rehearsal, they had a meeting while Buddy was busy chewing on a new toy.
"Fellas, I was just thinking, I think we have to find Buddy a new home," said Mike.
"Why?" asked Peter, who was sounding upset.
"You know, I think Mike's right," said Davy.
"Because it's becoming inconvenient hiding Buddy when Babbit comes over?" asked Micky.
"That too, plus went I bring my dates over, half of them ignore me, to play with the dog, the other half either don't like dogs and to call when I get a cat, or they're allergic to Buddy.”
So it was a hard decision, but it was for the best that they find Buddy a new home.

The next day, Micky took a few pictures of Buddy, made a few copies, and made some posters that read:

“Found Dog-Medium sized, Sandy colored, dark eyes, answers to the name of Buddy.”

Later that same day, the guys put the posters over town, as well as ask a few people if Buddy was their dog.

"Any luck?" Mike asked.
"Not at all," said Peter, who was walking Buddy on a leash.
"Me neither" said Micky.
"Same here," said Davy.
Just then, somebody approached the guys.
"Ok punks, give me your wallets!" Shouted a man was dressed entirely in black wearing a mask.
The Monkees just stood there in fear.
"Come on, I ain't got all day!" The robber shouted back.
Just as the guys we taking their wallets out of the pockets, Buddy got loose from Peter’s grip, jumped on the robber, and bit him. The crook screamed in pain and fell to the ground. He then pushed Buddy off of him.
Suddenly the police came over, since the scene happened in front of the station. The police arrested the criminal, asked the guys if they were ok, and then saw Buddy.
"I think you better take your hero to the vet," said one of the policemen.
The guys approached Buddy who was whimpering, and Peter gently picked up the dog.
"Good boy," said Peter.
The guys then headed to the vet.

The guys made good time getting over to the vet's office. Peter carried Buddy inside and after telling the receptionist what happened, took a seat and waited for the vet. The guys kept petting Buddy, and telling him he would be ok.
Time passed slowly as they waited. Finally, they were called and Peter picked Buddy up once again and took him into the exam room. The other three Monkees followed.
A kindly, middle-aged man named Dr. Robert quickly examined Buddy, then looked at the Monkees.
"It seems your dog has a concussion." Dr. Robert said gently, "The robber must have hit him on the head when Buddy bit him."
"Will he be ok?" Peter asked.
"He's going to need rest and I'll write out a prescription for some pain medicine." Dr. Robert said, "But in a few days, he'll be fine."
"Thank you so much, Doctor!" Mike said, shaking his hand.
The guys took Buddy home and Peter went out to get the medicine.

"I hope so,” she said, “You see, my parents and I don't live around here, and we were visiting my grandparents and my dog ran away!"

By: Larrysgirl and Mickys411  Rated G

One fine, spring day the Monkees were playing a concert in the cafeteria of Mercy Hospital. It was a benefit party to raise money for those who could not afford treatment. Everybody was enjoying the music; several patients were there along with their nurses.

Sitting along the wall was a woman with blond shoulder length hair and next to her, dressed in a hospital gown, was a young girl about twelve years old. They both seemed to like the music as well, though the younger girl seemed listless and distracted. The older of the two women kept looking over at the short one of the Monkees, Davy, and he seemed to keep looking over at her. When there was a break, Davy walked over to them.
“Hello, there!” Davy said to the two. “My name is Davy Jones.”
“Hello, Davy.” The older girl said, “My name is Mary, and this is my little sister Patty.”
“Pleased to meet both of you.” Davy smiled.
“We like your show.” Patty told him.
“That’s good to know.” Davy replied. “We aim to please.”
“It is nice of you boys to donate your talents like this for the hospital.” Mary said.
“What talent?” Davy joked. “Oh yeah, we like to help out other people.”
Mary and Patty giggled at that, then Patty slumped in her seat a little. Her sister looked at her.
“You ok, Patty?” She asked.
“I’m tired.” Patty replied, “Can I go back to my room?”
“Ok, I’ll tell the nurse to help escort you back.” Mary replied, then said to Davy, “Could you excuse me?”
“Of course.” Davy said and Mary got up to get a nurse. While Mary was gone, Davy’s band mates, Micky, Mike and Peter walked over.
“Hey Davy!” Micky laughed, “Isn’t she kinda young for you?”
“Funny, Dolenz.” Davy replied, then looked at Patty, “Excuse him, Patty, he didn’t take his medication this morning.”
Patty laughed at that and Davy made introductions all around. The young patient looked back over at Micky.
“I like your hair.” She said. “It’s so curly!”
Micky bent down next to her. “I know, it always drives you women wild. Go ahead, touch it.”
Patty ran her hands though Micky’s thick curly locks. Just then, Mary came back with a nurse who was pushing a wheelchair.
“Patty, what are you doing to him?” She asked.
“He let me, Mary.” Patty said, looking up at her. “He’s Davy’s friend.”
Davy introduced the other Monkees to Mary. She smiled at them.
“You boys are wonderful for what you’re doing. Thanks so much.”
“We’re glad to do it.” Peter replied.

The nurse then helped Patty into the wheelchair.

“Goodbye, everyone.” Patty said with a smile.

“Goodbye, Patty.” Micky said. The nurse then pushed her back to her hospital room. Mary paused for a moment and took Davy’s hand.

“I’m glad to have met you and your friends, Davy.” She said.

“Same here, Mary.” Davy replied along with the other Monkees.

Mary then followed the nurse out of the cafeteria. Davy discreetly looked down at his hand at the piece of paper napkin Mary had pressed there. On that napkin was her telephone number.

“It’s so sad to see someone so young so sick.” Peter said sadly.

“Yeah, it is.” Micky agreed, “But with the money we raise today, some people will be able to get medical care.”

“Well guys, let’s get back on stage.” Mike told the others. Davy put the napkin into his pants pocket and followed the others.

The next day, Davy called Mary, and they talked for a long time. Mary said that she and Patty’s parents died a few years ago and it was up to her to take care of her younger sister. She also told him she wouldn’t be able to see him until Patty was released from the hospital.

“Hopefully, that will be in a few days.” She said.

“I hope so too.” Davy answered. “How is she feeling?”

“Better than yesterday.” Mary replied. “Even though she tired quickly, she really liked your show.”

“I’m glad to hear it.”

Patty was released from the hospital a few days later and soon Davy made ready to visit Mary at her house. As his friends watched, Davy combed his hair and put on some cologne.

“Tell Mary and Patty we said hi.” Peter told Davy.

“I’ll do that, mate.” Davy said as he put on his coat.

“I’m glad Patty’s ok now.” Micky said.

“Yeah, she’s young, she’ll recover.” Davy said as he walked to the door. “Cheerio!”

“Bye, Davy.” Mike said.

It was almost midnight when Davy came back to the pad, an hour longer than he said he’d be gone. The others were starting to get nervous about him, but were glad he was home safe. They walked over to him, but stopped when they saw the expression on his face.

“What happened, Davy?” Mike asked, “Date didn’t go well?”

Davy sighed and sat down on the living room couch, not even bothering to take off his coat.

“Oh, everything went well at Mary’s house at first.” Davy said, “We had coffee and watched TV…..then Mary went into Patty’s room to check up on her and found her with a high fever.”

The other three Monkees gasped at this news.

“So what happened?” Peter asked.

“Mary called an ambulance and I went with them to the hospital.” Davy said, hanging his head. “The doctors say Patty had a relapse and might be in the hospital for a long time.”

“Oh, poor Patty.” Micky said.

“I wish we could do something.” Mike added.

“I’m gonna change clothes and go back and sit with Mary.” Davy said.

“Wait, Davy.” Mike said. “Get some rest and we’ll go back with you in the morning.”

“You fellas don’t have to..” Davy started to say.

“But we want to.” Micky said as he pulled Davy to his feet and helped him off with his coat.

Davy reluctantly got some rest and in the morning, the four of them went over to the hospital.

Patty by now had been placed in a hospital room. The guys found out where she was at and went up to her room. Once there, they found a very tired Mary sitting by Patty’s bed. Patty was sleeping. Mary looked up and her face brightened considerably.

“Oh, hi.” Mary whispered to them. “Thank you so much for coming.”

“It’s ok, Mary.” Davy said, giving her a kiss on the cheek. “How is she?”

“Not good.” Mary said, wiping her eyes. “She might not make it.” Mary began to cry and Davy hugged her. Patty heard the sound and opened her eyes.

“Mary don’t cry.” Patty whispered.

“Oh, Patty, I’m sorry I woke you.” Mary said.

The Monkees gathered around Patty and Micky took her hand.

“You’re going to get better, Patty.” Micky said to her.

“Yeah, you’re going to be fine. You’re stronger than that disease.” Peter added.

Patty smiled at everyone.

“Wanna run your hands through my hair again?” Micky asked.

Patty smiled and patted Micky’s head.

“You guys are great!” Patty said to them.

Just then, the nurse came in.

“I’m sorry, but there can only be two people at a time with a patient.” She said.

“We can take turns, fellas.” Davy said to his friends.

So just Davy and Mary stayed with Patty for a while, then later, Micky took Davy’s place. His heart went out to the sick little girl and he let Patty stroke his hair.

“You get better, Patty, and I’ll let you do this whenever you want!” Micky said to her.

“Really?” Patty asked.

“You bet, and if you get better, I promise me and my friends will do anything, any…thing for you. Do whatever you want. Just get better, ok?”

“Promise?”

“I promise.”

After Micky left the hospital, all he could think about was Patty.
How can anyone that young be so ill?
Patty reminded him so much of his own sister Debbie, who was that age. As Micky walked through the park, all he saw were kids, both Patty's age and younger, running, playing, and being with friends.
He then felt both upset and angry, because it wasn't fair that Patty was suffering from an illness. He took his anger out on a stone, and threw it into the lake.

When Micky got home, he was greeted by the guys, who were in the middle of playing a game of cards.
"Where have you been?" asked Mike.
"Sorry guys, I was taking a walk after I left the hospital and lost track of time," said Micky.
"It's ok, Mick," said Peter.
"By the way, Julie just called, she wants to know if you're still on for tonight," said Davy.
Micky remember that he had a date with Julie, a girl he met a few days ago.
"Oh yeah, I also most forgot,” he said, “But I thought you were going to see Jenny tonight."
"I am.” said Davy, “But we’re just going to the hospital to keep Patty company.”

Micky then headed upstairs to get ready for his date.

That night, Micky went on his date with Julie. Julie was a tall, leggy, redhead who was a model, but was trying to become an actress. Micky was trying to tell Julie about Patty, however, all Julie wanted to talk about was her latest audition.
"And she's only 12 years old," said Micky.
"That's a shame, so anyway, this guy told me if I wanted this role, I'd had to cut my hair and color it. So I told him no way," said Julie, who interrupted him.
Julie noticed Micky was lost in thought.
"Hey Micky, did you hear a word I said?" she asked.
"Uh oh, sorry, so did you get the job?" he asked.
"I just said I didn't take it. The nerve of that director, making me cut my hair and color it."
Micky then was lost in thought about Patty, all he thought about was her.
"Micky! you're doing it again!" said Julie, who was almost whining.
"I'm sorry Julie, I just have a lot on my mind," he said.
"You do have something on your mind, that girl Penny."
"Her name is Patty, and she's a very special person."
"You're thinking of some sick girl on our date, you're selfish."
"No Julie, you are. Goodbye." said Micky getting up to leave.
When he left, he saw in the window of the coffee show that Julie was already talking to a waiter.

Micky got back to the pad and found his three friends very excited.
"What's up?" He asked.
"We just got back from the hospital. Patty's feeling a lot better!" Davy said happily. "She's no longer in danger, and she'll be coming home soon!"
"That's great!" Micky exclaimed, "It more than makes up for my date with Julie."
"I just hope she doesn't relapse again." Peter said.
"Same here." Mike nodded.
A few days later, Patty was released from the hospital. The Monkees came to pick her and Mary up and take them home.
At their home, Mary asked the Monkees to stay awhile and they accepted. Sitting around the dining room table, drinking coffee, the six of them talked about how well Patty looked now. She even had color coming into her cheeks once again.
"I'm glad you're feeling better, Patty." Micky said to her. "We all are. It's not fair to see someone so young be sick."
"Thanks Micky." Patty replied, taking his hand. "I owe a lot of it to you."
"Really?" Micky asked, surprised, "How?"
"Remember that promise you made when I was in the hospital?" Patty asked.
"Um," Micky said, his eyes wide. He had forgotten he had made any promises to her. "Yeah, um..."
"Did you forget?" Patty asked. "You promised you and your friends would do anything for me if I got better."
"Oh, that promise!" Micky said, relieved. He remembered now what he had said. "I remember!"
"Yes, and that gave me something to hold on to." Patty said, looking in his eyes. "To know you and your friends would be there for me. It helped me get better."
"I'm glad it did." Micky replied, squeezing her hand.
The others smiled at each other, at the tenderness of the moment. A few seconds went by and Patty broke the silence.
"You're gonna keep it, aren't you?" Patty asked Micky uncertainly.
"Well, yes, I guess I will." Micky replied, looking at the other Monkees who were starting to get strange looks on their faces. What did Micky get them into this time?
"Good!" Patty exclaimed, a big smile on her face. "Can you..."
"Wait, Patty." Mary interrupted, "You're still not entirely well. Why don't you rest a few days, then ask them for something?"
"Ok, Mary." Patty said, hanging her head.
Mike looked at his watch. "Mary, thank you for the coffee, but we gotta get back to our pad and rehearse for an upcoming gig."
"Oh, that's ok Mike." Mary replied. "Thank all of you for being so nice to Patty and myself."
"Glad to do it, Mary." Davy said, taking Mary's hand.
Patty and Mary walked the Monkees to the door.
"I'll talk to you in a few days, Micky." Patty to him.
"I'm looking forward to it." Micky replied, kissing the top of her head.
Everybody said their goodbyes and Davy kissed Mary goodbye.
The ride home in the Monkee mobile was quiet for several minutes. Finally, Mike broke the silence.
"Did you really promise Patty we'd do 'anything' for her Micky?"
"Yeah, I did." Micky replied, then added quickly, "But don't worry, she's only twelve, what can she possibly ask us to do?"
"I agree." Peter said, "Besides, a promise is a promise."
The guys agreed and went back to the pad to rehearse.

When the Monkees returned to the pad, they began to rehearse for an up-coming gig at the Palm Tree Palace.
"You know, I'd like to Mary to the show, but I don't think she'd want to leave Patty alone for the evening," said Davy.
"How about if they both come," Micky suggested.
"Sounds like a good idea to me," said Peter.
"Wait a minute guys, I'm not sure if the place allows kids in," said Mike.
"It's worth a try," said Davy.
He then called up Mary and invited her and Patty to the concert.
"Davy, I'd love to, and I'm sure Patty will be happy to hear that too," said Mary over the phone.

The next night was the gig.
Mary was dressed in a black and white top, with a matching mini skirt, while Mary was dressed in a velvet blue dress and even had make-up on, that made her look like a girl of 16 instead of 12.
"My, don't we look elegant this evening?" Micky said to Patty with a chuckle.
Patty then began to giggle.
Davy then greeted Mary with a kiss on the lips.
"Shall we go in?" he said to her.
Everyone agreed and the six of them entered the club. They walked inside and looked for a place to sit. Because Patty was dressed up, nobody questioned her age. Patty took Micky's hand as they made their way to a booth along the wall. They all sat down for a while, then Mike announced they had to go and get ready for the concert.
"You guys have to go now?" Patty asked.
"Yeah, we gotta make sure everything is ready." Micky told her.
"We'll see you during the break, luv." Davy told Mary, kissing her cheek.
The guys started to move out of the booth, when Patty grabbed Micky's hand.
"Where's my kiss, Micky?" Patty asked, a sly smile on her face.
Micky smiled sheepishly and gave Patty a kiss on the cheek as well. Then the Monkees went backstage to get ready for the gig.
As Mike and Peter were tuning their guitars, Mike looked over at Micky who was adjusting a cymbal.
"Doesn't look like Patty has forgotten your promise, Micky." He said with a smile.
"Yeah, she's acting like you're her boyfriend." Peter added.
Micky shrugged his shoulders. "Maybe this is how I'm going to fulfill my promise to her. After tonight, everything will be ok."
None of the other Monkees remarked on that comment, but they all had the feeling Patty wasn't through with Micky--or them--just yet.
Finally, it was show time. The MC announced the Monkees and the curtain parted. Cheers and applause went up as the guys started the song "Last Train To Clarksville". The ballroom floor was soon packed with dancers. Mary and Patty stayed in their booth and clapped along. Later, Davy sang, "It's nice to be with you" and looked over at Mary the whole time. The final song before the break was Micky singing "Mary, Mary". Mary looked pleased, but Patty didn't seem happy at all.
When the song was over, Mike announced a break and the MC put on some recorded rock music for the audience. The guys walked over to Mary and Patty's booth and sat down.
"Ello, my dear young ladies." Davy said, giving Mary a kiss on the lips. "Enjoying yourselves?"
"Oh yeah, you guys got some sound! Mary exclaimed.
Patty looked at the Monkees. "You guys aren't being fair!" She said angrily.
"What do mean?" Peter asked.
"You did a song named 'Mary, Mary' and didn't do a song for me."
The guys just looked at each other, not knowing what to say. Mary broke the silence.
"Patty, they may not know a song named 'Patty'."
"She's right." Davy told Patty, "I do a song named 'Valleri' after one of my childhood friends, but no 'Patty'."
"I know!" Micky exclaimed, "We got a song called "I'm a believer" coming up that I sing, and I'll dedicate it to you!"
"That's wonderful, Micky!" Patty exclaimed, giving him a hug and kiss.
"And I'll do a song called 'Sunny Girlfriend' for you too, ok?" Mike added.
"Groovy!" Patty said happily.
A waitress came over for their orders.
"Buy me a drink, Micky, please?" Patty asked.
Remembering Patty was underage, Micky ordered two sodas for them. Everybody else ordered the same. Patty drank her soda, holding onto Micky's hand the whole time. Mike, Peter and Davy couldn't help but smile at Micky as he was forced to act like Patty's boyfriend.
A Beatles song started to play on the loudspeakers and Patty looked at Micky.
"Let's dance, Micky!" She exclaimed, "I love the Beatles!"
"So do I, but we gotta get back onstage soon." Micky said, looking at his watch.
"No, we got a few more minutes, Micky." Mike said, looking at his own watch and trying to hide a smile. "You two go ahead."
"Thanks Mike!" Micky said with a fake smile, mentally making a note to strangle Mike later.
So Micky and Patty got on the dance floor and danced to 'Eight Days a Week'. Then a slow number came on and Patty pulled Micky close to her.
"Ooh, a nice slow song." She said dreamily.
Micky had little experience slow dancing, but gave it his best shot while Patty held him close and swayed back and forth to the music.
Finally, Mike came to Micky's rescue and told him they had to go back on stage. Micky escorted Patty back to her booth and went backstage with the others.
"You're doing a great job, Mick." Davy told him, "You're keeping your promise."
Micky had to smile at that. "Yeah, as long as she's happy, that's what's important."
Soon enough, the guys started up again. Micky sang "I'm a believer" and Mike later did "Sunny Girlfriend" for a very happy Patty.
After two encores, the show was over, and the club emptied out. Mary and Patty walked over to the Monkees as they put away their gear.
"You guys were great!" Mary said, "What a show!"
"Yeah, it was groovy!" Patty added, running her hand through Micky's curly locks.
"Thanks, darling." Micky said, "Did I fulfill my promise tonight?"
"You did, Micky." Patty said, "And Mike did a little, but you promised you and...your friends. So there still is a little more."
"Patty..." Mary began.
"But Micky promised me, Mary!" Patty said, "You were there too. Micky said 'me and my friends will do anything for you' and you've always taught me to keep promises!"
Micky and Mary looked at Mike, Peter and Davy. They didn't mind being nice to Patty, but were a little upset Micky had put them in this situation. Peter looked at Mike and Davy.
"A promise is a promise, guys." He said quietly.
"Yeah, you're right Pete." Mike replied as Davy nodded his head.
"Great!" Patty said, all smiles, "Can you guys come to my house tomorrow?"
"Sure, why not?" Mike said, stifling a sigh.

"You know, I think Patty think you're her boyfriend," Davy said to Micky when they got home that evening.
"Come on, she's just a kid," said Micky.
"But she is 12, and that's the age when kids start developing crushes."
"I actually had my first crush at that age to, said Mike, it was on this girl who next door to me."
"I was eight, and I took her to a cub scout meeting," said Peter.
I was five," said Davy.
"Why am I not surprised," said Micky with a laugh.
"Well, you really should talk to Patty," said Mike.
"I will, tomorrow when we go visit them," said Micky.

The next day, the guys went to visit Mary and Patty.
Mike knocked on the door, and Mary answered it.
"Ello' luv," said Davy, giving Mary a kiss.
"Come on in you guys," said Mary.
"Thank you," said Peter.
The guys entered the house and Mary called Patty from upstairs.
"Patty the guys are here!" she called.
Patty then came racing down the stairs.
"Hi guys! you made it!" said Patty.
She then approached Micky, and gave him a big hug.
"I'm really happy you're here," she said to him.
Micky let go of Patty, looked her in the eye and said, "Patty I have to tell you something."
"You love me?! Exclaimed Patty, “I told you he loves me Mary, just like Davy loves you."
Patty then whispered to Mike, Davy and Peter, "She told me she loves him."
"We kinda knew that," said Mike.
"Patty listen carefully,” said Micky, “You're a very nice girl, but I don't love you like you think I do."
"What do you mean?"
"You're a kid, you're too young to know what love is. This is just a crush."
Patty just stood there, and then screamed, "I hate you! Get out!"
"Patty!" said Mary.
Patty then ran upstairs to her room.

The Monkees and Mary could hear the door of Patty's room slam shut. Micky exhaled and looked at the others.
"I messed up, didn't I?" He asked.
"Um, well....yeah, a little." Peter hedged.
"I know you tried to break it to her gently, Micky." Mary said to him, "But she really likes you and she tried to use that promise you made as a way to make you her boyfriend."
Micky nodded his head. "I can see that now, Mary. I'll try to talk to her again."
The drummer went up the steps and walked over to the room with a closed door. Putting his ear to the door, he could hear Patty crying. Taking a deep breath, Micky knocked on the door.
"GO AWAY!" Patty shouted through the door.
"It's me, Patty." Micky said, "Please let me explain."
"I HATE YOU! GO AWAY!" Patty yelled back.
Micky sighed and headed back downstairs. The others were now sitting in the living room. The look on Micky's face answered any questions they had. Micky sat down heavily next to Mike.
"I'm sorry, Micky." Mary said, "But she'll get over it."
"Don't apologize, Mary." Micky answered, "Believe me, we're all happy Patty's well again, but I should've been more careful in what I promise."
"You know, Peter and I never did anything for Patty yet." Davy said.
"What's your point?" Mike asked.
"Well, why don't Peter and I take Patty out tomorrow and take her to places where kids her age hang out." Davy said.
"I get it!" Peter exclaimed, "We'll try to get her to notice boys her own age and she'll forget about Micky!"
"And we'll have kept Micky's promise to her!" Davy finished.
"Sounds good!' Micky agreed. "How about it Mary?"
Mary nodded her head. I think it's a good idea, too. She'll see other boys her age and Micky will be free."
"Right! We'll call on Patty tomorrow and start the show." Davy said.
The Monkees said goodbye to Mary and left the house. What nobody knew was that Patty had left her room to go to the bathroom and overheard Davy's plot. Patty was livid.
"Trying to keep me from my Micky, huh?" Patty whispered angrily to herself. "Mary can have a boyfriend and I can't? Your plan won't work, Davy. I'll make sure of it!"

The next morning, Davy and Peter showed up at Mary's house. They were wearing shorts and t-shirts. Mary opened up the door.
"Hi, Davy, Peter." Mary smiled.
"Hi Mary." Davy said, giving her a kiss.
"Hello, Mary." Peter said, "How's Patty?"
"Doing a lot better since I told her you two are taking her out for the day." Mary replied.
"Hi Davy, Hi Peter!" Patty called out as she walked over to them. She was wearing a yellow and white sundress and sandals. A beach bag was in her hand.
"I'm ready to go!" She said.
"Where to, my dear?" Davy asked.
"To the beach!" Patty said happily.
"Wouldn't you rather go to the arcade?" Peter asked, "There's lots of people your age there."
"No, the arcade is for kids." Patty stated, "I wanna go to the beach. I got my beach stuff."
Davy, Peter and Mary looked at each other. Their plan was off to a rocky start, but it was still early.
"The beach it is!" Davy said, "Bye, Mary."
"See you later, Mary." Peter said.
The three of them got into the Monkeemobile and sped off to the beach, Patty sitting in the front with Peter, who was driving.
"Don't you guys live on the beach?" Patty asked them as they went along.
"Yeah, we do." Davy replied. "It's not far from here."
"Well, let's go to that one." Patty answered.
Peter and Davy saw no harm in that, so they agreed.
"It's your day." Peter said.
Patty just smiled.

Peter parked the Monkeemobile in the beach parking lot and the three of them got out and started walking along the sand. Little did Davy and Peter realize that Patty knew where they lived from looking at Mary's address book. That's why she asked to come to that beach.
There were lots of people walking along the sand, people of all ages. Davy pointed out a group of kids her age, playing not far from them, but she paid him no mind. She was looking to put her plan into action.
"So where's the others today?" Patty asked quietly.
"Mike went to buy new guitar strings and Mick.." Davy stopped himself from saying Micky's name.
"You can say his name, Davy." Patty said, "I'm still mad at him, but I love him still."
Davy put a hand on Patty's shoulder. "Patty, Micky is a good ten years older than you."
"Maybe eleven." Peter added.
"Age only matters if you're cheese." Patty smiled at her own comment. "You didn't say where Micky is today."
"He's at the pad." Davy said with a sigh.
"Pining over me?" Patty asked hopefully.
Davy didn't want to tell Patty that Micky was polishing his drum kit, so he simply said, "I don't know."
Patty frowned and looked around. There was nobody nearby. Good. "Oh well." Patty said, "Let's sit down here."
Patty pulled out her beach towel. They all sat down on the towel and watched the waves crashing on the beach. Finally, Patty looked at the two Monkees.
"Let's have some fun!" She exclaimed.
"What do you want to do?" Peter asked.
"Let me bury you two in the sand!" Patty answered.
"Why?" Davy asked.
"I've never done that to anybody before." Patty said, "Besides, you said this was my day." She smiled.
"Why not?" Peter exclaimed.
Peter and Davy dug a small ditch and laid down in it, side by side. Patty quickly piled the sand on them and patted it down. Taking a cup out of her bag, she got some water from the ocean and pored it over the two Monkees, making the sand hard. Davy and Peter smiled at the cool sand covering them.
"This feels good." Peter said
"Yeah, it does." Davy agreed.
"Good, because you two are going to be there a long time!" Patty said angrily to them, her hands on her hips.
"What are you talking about?" Peter asked, getting worried.
"I overheard your plans to try and get me to forget about Micky!" Patty shouted at them. "I won't let Micky go! He's mine! You hear me!"
"Patty, listen!" Davy said, trying to get up, but found he couldn't move because of the sand.
"No, you listen, Davy!" Patty exclaimed, "Why should Mary have a boyfriend and not me?"
"Nobody’s saying you can’t have a boyfriend.” Peter said, also trying and failing to get up from the sand. "But Micky's too old for you!"
"I'm not going to listen to you!" Patty shouted back. "I'm going to see my Micky and that's that!"
With that, Patty stormed off down the beach towards the pad, leaving Peter and Davy trapped under the sand.
"Patty! Patty!" Peter and Davy yelled, but Patty ignored them and continued to run down the beach. Davy laid his head back down on the sand.
"Oh, this is just lovely!" He said.
"I don't think so." Peter answered, a frown on his face. "I have to go to the bathroom."
Davy just shut his eyes.

Patty ran down the beach, her beach blanket under her arm. Soon, a row of houses came up on her right and she soon came to the Monkees' pad.
Giving her hair a quick combing, Patty climbed the back steps of the pad and looked through one of the bay windows. Right in front of her was Micky, polishing the steel rims of his drums. He didn't seem to notice she was there, and he appeared to be alone.
Smiling, Patty walked over to the back door and knocked. Micky looked up from his polishing and with a look of surprise, recognized Patty. He got up from the floor, walked over to the back door and let Patty inside.
"Hi, Micky!" Patty exclaimed, giving Micky a big hug. "I've missed you since we had that silly little fight!"
"Yeah hi, Patty." Micky replied, returning the hug but looking puzzled. "Where's Peter and Davy?"
"Oh, I got rid of them." Patty replied, walking further into the pad.
"Got rid of them?" Micky asked, following her inside. "What did you do to them?"
"Why?" Patty demanded. "They were trying to keep us apart! Trying to interest me in other boys! Imagine me looking at another dumb boy when I have you!" Patty hugged Micky again.
Micky pushed Patty away from him and held her at arm's length.
"Patty, they're my close friends! I've known them longer than you!" He said sternly, "What did you do to them?"
"Nothing bad." Patty said with a smug smile. "I tricked them into letting me bury them in the sand and left them there!" She giggled at her clever trick.
"That was a mean trick Patty!" Micky said angrily, "So they're on this beach?"
"Yep, they'll free themselves eventually."
Micky didn't answer, but turned away from Patty and started to walk towards the back door.
"Where are you going?" She asked.
"I'm going to free my friends!" Micky replied, not even looking back at the girl.
"No you're not!" Patty shouted at his back.
Before Micky knew it, a blanket was thrown over his head and his arms pinning to his sides. Patty had thrown her beach blanket over him and had her arms around his.
"Patty, let me go!" Micky shouted, his voice muffled.
But Patty pulled Micky back into the living room and shoved him onto the couch. Quickly, she sat on his lap and wrapped the blanket tightly around his chest and arms, then pulled the blanket away from his head. Micky found himself unable to free his arms or get up off the couch.
"There. This is much, much, better!" Patty cried. "We're finally alone together!" She kissed his cheek.
"Oh, Patty!" Micky said, trying not to lose his temper, "How can you say you love me, then tie me up like this?"
"This is only until I'm sure of your love." Patty said, kissing him again.
Patty spent the next several minutes kissing Micky and running her hands through his curly hair. While Patty did that, Micky was slowly working his arms loose from the blanket.
Suddenly, the front door opened and Mike walked in, a bag of guitar strings in his hand. He instantly noticed Micky and Patty sitting on the couch.
"Oh hi, Micky and Patty." Mike said, looking confused.
"Hi, Mike." Micky said slowly while Patty shot daggers at Mike.
Mike walked over to the couch and noticed that Micky was wrapped up in a blanket and not looking happy at all.
"What's going on?" Mike asked, already guessing the answer.
"We were just talking, that's all Mike." Patty said with steel in her voice.
"With Micky wrapped up like that?" Mike asked, "I don't think so! Get off his lap, Patty." He ordered.
Patty could see Mike meant business, so with a frown she got off Micky's lap. Mike quickly unwrapped Micky.
"Patty found out about Davy's 'plot', Mike." Micky said.
"Yeah, that's what I figured." Mike replied and looked over at Patty. "What do you have to say for yourself?"
Patty was already in tears. "Why is everyone against me?!" She cried, "I love Micky! I just want him to love me too!"
With that, Patty ran out the back door.
"Patty, wait!" Mike called, starting to go after her.
"Wait, Mike!" Micky exclaimed. "Patty has Peter and Davy buried in the sand somewhere along the beach here. Why don't you go and free them and I'll go after Patty?"
"Sounds good, Mick." Mike nodded. "When you find her, bring her over to the breakers. I'll bring Peter and Davy. We gotta stop this once and for all."
Micky nodded in agreement and the two Monkees ran out the back door, down the steps and went their separate ways.