By: Larrysgirl, Mickys411, Marmadas and Petey    Rated PG

It was a warm, summer night in southern California. The stars shown brightly. Tired of watching television, Peter came out onto the balcony that overlooked the beach and looked up into the sky. He never got tired of looking at the stars and often wondered if there were other beings out there, looking up and doing the same as he was.
Suddenly, off to his right, a bright line flitted across the dark sky near the horizon. Peter immediately knew it was a shooting star. Quickly, he made a wish before the light faded. He was still watching where the light had been, so he didn't notice his three band mates joining him on the balcony.
"Counting stars, Peter?" Mike asked.
Peter jumped and turned to face his friends.
"Uh, yeah! I just saw a shooting star over there!" He pointed to where the light had been.
"It's not really a star, Peter." Davy said. "Just a meteorite burning up in the atmosphere."
"I know, but it's still a pretty sight." Peter said.
"Let's get to bed." Mike said, "We gotta rehearse for that gig tomorrow."
The others agreed and walked back inside the pad. Peter took a last look at the sky before following his band mates.

But the meteorite Peter saw was not what it seemed. After it had come through the Earth's atmosphere, it broke apart. Most of it crashed into the Pacific Ocean, while a smaller part skimmed along the ocean's surface toward land. Finally, near the shore, it too slowed down and dropped into the water as well. Several seconds later, a figure broke the surface and bobbed with the waves. It spotted the lights of the beach houses on the land and slowly, made its way towards them.
Dragging itself onto the shore, the figure looked around. Very glad it was nighttime on this part of the planet, it slowly made its way to the nearest light, hoping it would be safe.

The figure looked up ahead and saw a light.
The up-coming light shone on the figure's grey skin.
"Light," said the figure.
It walked closer to where the light was. It turned out it was coming from a house.
When it reached the spot, the figure climbed up the stone pathway, and into the back doorway of the house.
The figure was walking into the Monkees pad.
Meanwhile upstairs, the Monkees were fast asleep, when they heard a noise.
"What was that?!" Mike said, jumping from a deep sleep.
"What's going on?" asked Davy, who was awoken.
"I heard something."
The two heard something that sounded like doors opening and closing.
"You heard that?" asked Mike.
"I sure did," said Davy.
That sound woke Peter and Micky, who usually slept through everything.
"Is someone trying to break into the pad?" asked Peter, who was sounding scared.
"It's just the wind or Mrs. Purdy's cat Patches, go back to sleep," said Micky, putting his head on the pillow.
"Yeah, you may be right," said Mike, as he as well as Davy and Peter went back to bed.
Just then, the guys were awoken once more by the sound of objects falling down.
"Burglar!" yelled Peter.
"Shh, he might hear us," said Mike, putting a finger by his lips.
"What if it's more than one person?" said Davy.
"I'm telling you guys, you're just hearing things" said Micky, “There's nobody down there.”
The guys than heard the sound of glass breaking.
"There is somebody down there!" shouted the Monkees altogether.
Just then, it got quiet.
"Do you think we should check it out?" Mike asked the guys.
"I'm scared," said Peter.
"Don't worry Peter, I'm sure nobody's down there," said Davy.
"Yeah, like I said the wind, Patches the cat or maybe even a ghost," said Micky.
Peter got even more scared. Mike and Davy glared at Micky, who gave them a sheepish smile.

Before heading downstairs, each Monkee grabbed an object, Mike a flashlight, Davy had a bat, Micky was clutching a tennis racket, and Peter a stuffed giraffe, which he held close.
The guys tip-toed down the hurricane stairway and Mike shown his flashlight around.
The flashlight hit a grey figured object, causes it to scream.
The Monkees then let out for loud yells. All the excitement caused the Monkees and the grey figure to run around the pad, before they all crashed into each other.
When they crashed into the grey creature, they seemed to deflect off it and bounce to all corners of the room. Peter flew behind the couch, Davy fell under the table, and Mike tripped up the stairs while Micky hurdled toward the television. Smashing into the TV, Micky's hand bumped the power switch and it turned to 'on'. They saw the grey creature dart toward the kitchen, open up the icebox and climb inside, obviously unnerved by the light coming from the snow on the TV.
Mike untangled himself from the stairs and flicked on the light. Micky stood up and brushed himself off before turning off the television. Peter peeked out from behind the couch. Davy creped out from under the table. All four headed cautiously toward the icebox, none of them wanting to open it.
"What do ya think it is?" Micky asked.
"I don't know, but I'm gonna find out." Mike stated resolutely. He reached his hand out to open the fridge while Peter clutched his giraffe more tightly.
Mike's hand fell from the handle. "I can't...."
"Sure ya can, Mike," Micky patted the Texan on the shoulder. Truth being, he didn't want to do it himself.
"Alright, guys... count me off," Mike clutched the handle tighter.
"One..." Mike's knuckles tensed. "Two..." he took a deep breath. “Three!" The door flung open. The creature stared at the four Monkees, shocked by the light in the icebox.
The group stood, dumbstruck. "What.... what is it?" asked Peter. The creature quickly snapped its teeth over the head of Peter's giraffe. "Hey, that's mine!" he tugged back at his giraffe, and slapped the creature's hand. "You shouldn't take what doesn't belong to you!"
The creature tilted its head and gurgled. "Maw..?"
"I'm not your mom!" Peter cried.
Micky, who had been quite calm and silent through the ordeal, took a step forward with an extended hand. "Hey little guy..." he spoke in a soothing voice. “You’ll be okay, huh?" He took a shaky last step towards the icebox.
The creature blinked its large eyes, and slowly extended its hand, placing it over Micky's.
The gray creature took Micky's hand and Micky helped it climb out of the icebox. It was about three feet tall, with large green eyes and a small mouth. The creature’s arms were long, with four fingers, almost making it look like an Earth Monkey. Slowly, Micky led it over to the living room and let it sit down on the couch. The other Monkees joined Micky as he sat opposite the creature.
The space alien and the Monkees looked at each other for long minutes until Mike finally spoke.
"What do you think it is?" He whispered.
"It's not from this planet, that's for sure." Davy whispered back.
"Hello." Peter said, holding out his hand.
The alien simply looked at Peter and then said 'he-llo' and took Peter's hand. Peter gently shook the alien's hand and let it go.
After a few seconds, the alien spoke to them, but none of the guys could understand him.
"Too bad we don't have an Alien/English dictionary." Micky said to the others.
"Let's just try to convince him or her we're friendly." Mike said.
"I hope he or she is." Davy replied, "Look at the mess it made when it was running around."
Micky pointed to his chest. "Micky." He said.
Mike, Peter and Davy did the same, hoping the alien would understand they were trying to tell him their names.
After several seconds, the alien pointed to his/her chest.
"Dijar." He said. "Hello."
The Monkees smiled at one another. They had succeeded in making contact with another alien being!
"Hello, Dijar." Mike said, "Welcome to Earth."
The Monkees still couldn't believe that they were sitting and talking with an alien.
"So Dijar, can you tell us what planet you are from?" asked Micky.
"Zilch," Dijar answered.
"Oh I'm sorry to hear it doesn't exist anymore," said Peter.
"No, I think that is the name of his home planet," said Mike.
"Zilch home," said Dijar, nodding with a smile.
"How exactly did you get here?' asked Davy.
Dijar got up from the couch and motioned with his hand, indicating the guys to follow him outside.
And sure enough, when the guys went outside with Dijar, there was a spaceship right on the beach.
The Monkees couldn't believe their eyes.
"Wow," said Davy.
"Gosh-a-rooney," said Micky.
"Unbelievable," said Mike.
"Holy-Moly," said Peter.
"Ship," said Dijar, pointing to the shuttle.
The guys looked around at the ship, and saw that there was some damage.
"You know, somebody's gonna notice this on the beach," said Davy.
"Yeah, but I don't think we can't push that thing," said Mike.
Dijar closed his eyes, grabbed his ship, picked it up and carried it to some boulders, where he placed it gently down.
The Monkees just stood there with their mouths open wide.
"Did you see that?" Peter whispered.
"I sure did." said Micky.

A few moments later, the guys were back at the pad with Dijar.
"I bet you're hungry after your long trip here." said Peter.
He checked out the icebox, and took out a bowl of his infamous cream of root beer soup.
He placed the bowl onto the table in front of Dijar.
Dijar sniffed the bowl, and ate the entire thing, included the bowl.
"Yum," said Dijar.
"He must really be an alien if he liked your soup." Micky said to Peter.
"Yeah, but that was my favorite bowl." Peter replied.
"We'll get you another one." Mike said, "Now let's see if we can get some sleep, then try and help Dijar get his spaceship working in the morning."
Davy got a blanket and led Dijar over to the couch. He sat the alien down and covered him with the blanket, and then gently had him lay down.
"Sleep now." Davy said, putting his hands together and tilting the side of his head next to them. "It is dark-sleep now."
"Sleep." Dijar said and closed his eyes.
The guys went back up to their rooms and tried to get some sleep too.

The next morning, the guys awoke to find Dijar was no longer sleeping on the couch. He was staring out the bay windows looking forlornly at his spaceship. The Monkees walked over to him.
"Don't worry, Dijar." Davy said, "We'll help you fix your ship."
"How?" Micky asked, "It's safe to assume the local hardware or auto store wouldn't carry anything for spaceships."
"But he can't live on Earth either." Peter replied, "If he's found out, he might be taken to a lab or a zoo."
The others realized Peter was right. They had to help Dijar get home to Zilch.
Mike made bacon and eggs and Dijar ate it all up, including the plate.
"We're gonna run outta plates if he stays with us for very long." Davy joked.
"Least he's not a picky eater." Micky added.
After breakfast, the guys cleaned up the pad from their run-in with Dijar, then decided to take him to his ship and see if they could help him fix it. But when they led Dijar to the door, he shied away.
"What's wrong, Dijar?" Peter asked, "Nobody's around." He opened the door and when the sun streamed in, Dijar moved further away.
"He doesn't like light." Mike said, "Remember last night? He didn't like those lights shining on him."
"I know!" Micky said. He grabbed a beach blanket and covered the alien with it.
"Good idea, Micky." Peter said, as he led Dijar over to the door again. This time the alien walked out the door and onto the balcony.
"C'mon, before the beach gets crowded." Davy said.
The Monkees and the alien from Zilch went over to the spaceship that Dijar had hidden among the boulders. They could see the outer skin of the ship was dented in and covered in what look like burn marks.
"Looks like it had a bad time coming through the atmosphere." Mike commented.
Dijar walked over to one side and slid his palm against a hidden panel. Suddenly, a hatch opened and Dijar went inside. The guys gathered around to look. It wasn't very big inside, just big enough for a few people and not much else. Dijar fiddled around with some switches, obviously hoping for them to light up, but nothing happened. He looked at the fuel gauge and sadly shook his head. He opened up a compartment and took out a small metal box with a few buttons on the side. Dijar spoke a few words into it and suddenly the Monkees heard an electronic voice come out of it.
"Hello, my name is Dijar from the planet Zilch." It said.
"Wow, what is that?" Micky asked.
The box spoke in Dijar's language for a few seconds and Dijar responded. When he was done speaking, the box replied in English.
"This is a universal translator." The box said, "It will translate what you say into my language and my language into yours."
"Great, now we can understand each other." Peter said happily.
"Yes." The box translated for Dijar, "I want to thank you for your kindness to me last night."
"You're welcome, Dijar." Davy said, "How far away is Zilch from Earth?"
"In your way of measuring great distances, it is twenty light-years away." Dijar's box translated to them.
"Pretty far." Mike stated.
"To you of Earth, yes." Dijar's box translated for him, "But to us it is only a short distance."
The Monkees looked at each other.
"How were you able to move this ship last night?"
"The people of Zilch have the power of levitation." Dijar answered, "Some have it better than others."
"How did you happen to come here?" Micky asked.
Dijar hesitated before he answered. He didn't want to lie to them, but it was for their own protection.
"I was simply sightseeing your planet, when I was caught in a meteor shower." The alien said, "My ship was hit several times, and I was forced to jettison from my ship and land here in this smaller emergency ship."
"You're lucky to be alive." Mike said.
Dijar nodded at that. "Yes, that is true."
"Can you take off again?" Davy asked.
"No, I cannot." Dijar replied, "My ship is totally out of fuel. Without fuel, I do not even have power to call for help."
"What do you use for fuel?" Micky asked.
Dijar spoke several words into his translator before the device was able to render the words into English.
"You call it 'olive oil'." The box said, "I will need several units of this oil to process into fuel so I can leave."
"We can get olive oil at the store." Mike said.
"I have a chemistry set you can use to process it all." Micky added.
"Thank you." Dijar replied, "You are most kind."
"It's ok, Dijar." Mike said, "We always try to help anyone, no matter where they're from."
The beach was getting crowded, so the Monkees and Dijar quickly went back up to their pad.

Meanwhile, several thousand miles above the Earth's surface, a round ship, all in black, slowly circled the planet. On the bridge, a tall being, dressed as black as the ship, watched the Earth's surface moved below him.
"Are you sure he landed on this planet?" He asked.
"Yes, my Lord." A voice from behind answered, "He was last traced to this quadrant. There are trace fuel exhaust trails leading down to the upper hemisphere of this planet."
The being sighed and paced the bridge.
"This planet is not very advanced.” He said, "If he landed here, it is likely he will not find the means to take off again."
"That is true, my Lord." The voice behind him replied.
"Send out the probes. It shouldn't take long to find him and bring him back to my employers."
The being's crew members rushed to obey.

Back on earth, The Monkees were helping Dijar make fuel for his ship.
Peter and Davy bought several jars of olive oil at the store, and said that the checker gave them a weird look for buying a large quantity of the same item.
Micky was mixing some of the olive oil with different liquids in his chemistry set.
"I hope we can find the right formula for the fuel." he said.
Meanwhile, Mike was showing Dijar the instruments, and the different sounds they made.
Dijar grabbed Davy's tambourine and started shaking it while doing a strange alien dance.
"Man," Mike spoke to the others, "If we can't get Dijar's ship to run, he can join the band!"
The others laughed at this, but stopped as they heard a knock on the door and a familiar voice demanding, "Open up, boys!"
"It's Babbit!" Davy pointed out, "We need to hide Dijar!" Mike explained through the translating device what the matter was, and Dijar quickly hid in the icebox.
"We spent all of our rent money on that expensive olive oil!" Peter worried, "What are we gonna do?"
"Open the door; I guess... we'll just have to ask for another few days!" Micky suggested.
Davy opened the door and Babbit marched inside. "We haven't got our rent right now, but we have a gig toni-" Davy began, but was cut off by their landlord.
"I would like to know," he approached Mike, "Exactly WHY there is a strange spaceship-looking object on the beach? It is an eyesore, and must be removed immediately!"
"Well, um, er, I mean, we were going to remove it." Mike began. "I mean, what I'm trying to say is, yes, we'll get right on that!"
"Yes," Babbit repeated, "You get right on that. I want it removed by tonight or OUT YOU GO!!" With that, the landlord stormed out and slammed the door behind him.
“Whew!" Mike sighed, opening the icebox door, "That was a close one!" He spoke to Dijar, "Do we have enough fuel now?"
Dijar spoke through his translator, "Yes, this should be enough for me to get back to my planet, but how will we get the fuel in when there's so many people on the beach?" He gestured out the window and the Monkees saw that the beach was loaded with teenagers.
"Hmmm..." Micky thought, then snapped his fingers. "Wait right here," he said, rushing up the stairs. He returned moments later with a paisley shirt, bell-bottom pants, boots, Mike's spare wool hat and a pair of sunglasses. "Put these on, and you'll look like an average teenager!"

Dijar had a bit of trouble putting on the clothing Micky had given him. The alien's long arms and short legs made it hard for the clothes to fit properly.
"I am glad my race only uses clothing for special ceremonies." Dijar said through his translator.
Finally, he was ready. Dijar still looked a little weird, but as long as nobody got a close look at him, he would be fine.
"I wish I had a camera right now." Davy whispered to Peter.
The Monkees and the alien then left the pad, with Micky and Peter carrying the jars of fuel, and went down the back steps to the beach. There were many people around, since it was a hot sunny day. Davy started to look at the girls, but was stopped by Mike.
"Cool it, Davy." He said, "We don't want to attract any visitors right now."
Davy nodded and kept his eyes to the front. The other Monkees surrounded Dijar as they walked over to his spaceship. Unfortunately, the ship had already attracted some attention and a few girls were walking around it, trying to figure out what it was.
"Hi ladies." Mike said, "Nice day out."
"Hi there." A girl said, "Any idea what a spaceship is doing here on the beach?"
"Wasn't here yesterday." Another girl said.
"Oh, I had heard a movie company was filming on the beach." Micky replied, "This must be a prop."
The first girl rapped on the ship. "Pretty solid for a prop." She said, "I thought stuff like this would be made of cardboard."
"I guess cardboard wouldn't last here near the ocean." Davy replied.
The girls nodded their heads in agreement. The second girl looked at her friend.
"Let's see if we can a door." She said.
Suddenly, Peter looked up at the sky and pointed.
"Hey, what's that?" He asked.
The two girls turned and looked up where Peter was pointing. Dijar used this distraction to open up his ship and climb inside. Micky quickly handed him the jars of fuel and Dijar closed the door.
"What's what?" The first girl asked.
"It looked like a flying saucer." Peter replied, "It was round, like in the movies."
"I don't see anything." The second girl replied.
"Me neither." Her friend said. "I think he's just fooling us."
"No, I wasn't." Peter said.
"Let's go, Bonnie. Let him play with his spaceship." The first girl said and the two of them gave Peter a dirty look and walked away.
"That was good thinking, Peter." Mike said, "You distracted them long enough to let Dijar get into his ship."
"They were good looking birds, though." Davy said sadly.
"I wasn't fooling, Mike." Peter said, "I really did see something out there. It was there for only a second, and then it zoomed away."
If they hadn't met Dijar, Mike and Davy wouldn't have believed him. Now, this put a different angle on things. Several minutes later, Dijar came out of the ship, with the empty jars in his hands.
"Finished, Dijar?" Micky asked.
"Yes I have replaced the fuel." He replied, "Now I must let the battery recharge and I will be gone."
"Will you be gone by tonight?" Mike said, "Not that we want you to leave but our landlord..."
"I understand." Dijar said with a smile, "I do not wish to bring any trouble to you. I will be gone before the sun rises tomorrow."
"Dijar." Peter asked, "While you were in your ship, I saw a flying saucer. Perhaps it is someone looking for you."
Dijar was silent for several seconds, and the guys knew something was up.
"What's wrong, Dijar?" Mike asked.
"Nothing, Mike." Dijar said. "Let us go back to your house."
The guys said nothing, but knew Dijar wasn't telling them everything.

Back up at the black spaceship, the tall alien in black looked at the picture the probe had taken. It was a picture of Dijar's ship as it laid on the beach of the northern landmass the natives called North America.
"Ah, success!" The alien said in satisfaction. "Thought you could hide eh, Dijar? Not when there is a one million credit reward for your capture!"
The tall black figure turned to his crew. He was a reptile-like being with a small hole where the nose would be on other species. He was also a bounty hunter; the best in this part of the galaxy. His crews looked the same as him, but were smaller and they trembled in his sight.
"When it gets dark on that part of the planet, release the capture probe. We must not let the beings on this planet know we are here."
"Yes, Lord Highandlow." They responded.

As the sun set, the Monkees made a farewell dinner for their friend. They sat down to a meal of spaghetti and meatballs. This time, after a little coaching from Mike, Dijar did not eat the plate.
Dijar helped them clean up and wash the dishes. He had by now taken off his borrowed clothes and looked gratefully to his friends.
"How can I thank you four for what you have done for me?" He asked.
"It's ok, Dijar." Micky replied, "We're just happy to help someone in need."
"Are all the humans on this planet like you four?" He asked.
"Unfortunately, no." Davy answered. "There are people who would hurt you or even kill you because you are not from Earth."
"People even hurt and kill each other when they are human." Peter said sadly, "They fight over such little things."
What they didn't know was that Lord Highandlow's probe had come back down to Earth and was quietly approaching the pad. It was about seven feet long and shaped like a cigar. On one side was a camera, which extended out to see what was going on. Dijar happened to look out the window and saw the probe looking inside. With a gasp, Dijar used his mental powers to send a rug flying through the air and cover the probe's camera.
The Monkees then saw the probe and let out a yell.
"What is it?" Davy shouted.
"Get out of here!" Dijar shouted, "It is me it wants!"
"We're not letting it take you!" Mike shouted, as he threw a pillow at it.
By now, the probe had shook off the rug and crashed through the bay windows, tearing after Dijar. The Monkees and Dijar ran around the living room, trying to get away from it. The probe's top opened and two metal arms came out and grabbed at Dijar. He barely managed to get away.
Rolling under the couch, Dijar used his mental abilities to send Mike's guitar flying into the probe's camera eyes. The guitar sheered one off completely and damaged the other. It began to wobble and bump into things as it tried to grab its prey, making it easier for the five of them to keep away.
But they didn't know it was a trick. The probe had sensors to detect where it was and so it suddenly turned and cornered Dijar against a wall. Its arms moved to grab him, but at the last second Micky shoved his alien friend out of the way and the probe's arms grabbed him!
"Micky!" Mike yelled.
Micky struggled, but the arms were much too strong, the front of the probe opened and Micky was shoved inside! The doors closed and the probe flew out of the shattered windows, leaving a shocked Dijar and the other Monkees behind.
"Oh, no!" Peter yelled, "MICKY!!"
They raced to the window to see the probe fly out of sight.

The probe quickly flew back to the mother ship. During the flight, Micky banged on the walls trying to get out, then realized that that wouldn't be a good idea if they were in outer space. Suddenly, he felt the probe touch down and a few seconds later, the doors opened. Micky looked up to see a very tall dark figure standing over him.
"Hello, Di...wait, you are not Dijar!"
Since Lord Highandlow didn't use a translator, all Micky could pick up was 'Dijar'.
"No, I'm not Dijar, I'm Micky." He said, getting to his feet. "Where am I?"
Lord Highandlow grabbed a translator and brought it to his mouth.
"Where is Dijar, Earthling?" He demanded. "I know you helped him out."
"I don't know." Micky lied.
"You are lying, but it doesn't matter." The alien said. He turned to his crew. "Take him to the lab, while I continue the search."
The other aliens grabbed Micky and dragged him away. Micky wondered if he would ever see Earth again as he was dragged out of the room.

The Monkees and Dijar raced outside to see if they can find any trace of the ship, but it was nowhere to be found.
"Do you see it?" Davy asked Peter, who was looking through a pair of binoculars.
"Just stars." Peter answered.
"If only we had something stronger than binoculars," said Mike.
Dijar pulled Mike's hand a bit, which indicated he wanted something.
"What's up Dijar?" Mike asked.
Dijar opened the ship’s door, and invited the Monkees to go inside with him.
As they entered the shuttle, the guys looked around. Never had they seen so much high-tech equipment.
"Golly, look at this place." said Davy.
"I've never seen this many computers since I worked for that toy company," said Mike.
Just then, Peter spotted a yellow button on the side.
"What does this do?" he asked, reaching to press the button.
"Peter no!" shouted Mike and Davy at the same time.
But Peter already pushed the button, and a periscope appeared at the center of the ship.
"Thank you Peter," said Dijar.
"Hey groovy, Dijar," said Mike.
"Now we can find where that ship took Micky," said Davy.
Each of the guys each had a turn to look through the periscope.
"I just hope Micky's ok," said Peter with a sigh.
"I'm sure he'll be fine old buddy," said Mike.

Micky was taken to another part of Lord Highandlow's dark ship and into a round room with lots of equipment inside. Unlike the rest of the ship, this room was a lot brighter and less spooky. That is, until Micky saw the exam table in the middle of the room. The aliens stripped Micky down to his underwear and strapped him spread-eagle to the table. They were firm but gentle with him and that made Micky hope they wouldn't hurt him. Another alien attached a few wires to Micky's head while another passed a small box over Micky's body. A few seconds later, Micky's insides were displayed on big TV screens hanging on the walls. One showed his skeleton, another showed his heart and lungs, while another showed his brain. Micky realized he was being examined like in a doctor's office but on a much weirder scale. Despite his fear, Micky was fascinated by the super x-rays showing his lungs breathing and heart beating. He hoped this meant they wouldn't have to dissect him to see how he worked.
For several minutes, the aliens studied the screens, talking to each other in their own language. Micky didn't bother trying to talk to them; they probably wouldn't understand him anyway. Finally, they turned from the screens and to him. One had a small pin in his hand and gently pricked Micky in different places on his body, while others looked at his brain pictures and noted where certain parts lit up.
"Ouch!" Micky said whenever the alien pricked him too hard.
Putting the pin down, the alien poked his webbed hands along Micky's body. When he ran his hands down Micky's sides, Micky giggled.
"He he, that tickles!" Micky laughed.
The others took note once again of the areas in Micky's brain that lit up. When the alien ran his hands across the soles of Micky's bare feet, Micky laughed again.
"Stop that, haha!"
When at last the aliens were done examining Micky, they disconnected the wires from his head, but left him strapped to the table. Without a word, they left the room and Micky wondered what would happen to him now.

Back on Earth, Dijar and the three Monkees sat inside the alien's cramped ship and wondered what to do next. Davy was looking through the periscope and finally spotted a small black object against the white of the moon.
"There it is!" He exclaimed.
Dijar looked and nodded to the others.
"Yes, we have found his ship." He said, "I knew he would not leave until he has me."
"Who's 'he', Dijar?" Mike demanded, "You haven't been totally honest with us. It's time you came clean."
"My body is dirty?" Dijar asked.
"No, Mike means you should tell us the truth about how you got here." Davy replied, "You weren't hit by meteors, were you?"
Dijar hung his head. "No I was not, Davy." He said, "I was attacked by forces of Lord Highandlow."
"Lord Highandlow?" Peter asked.
"Yes, he is what you would call a mercenary." Dijar replied, "A soldier, bounty hunter, killer or whatever you wanted if the price was right."
"Why is he after you?" Mike asked slowly.
"Let me start at the beginning." Dijar said, "I am Prince Dijar of the house of Zor on the planet Zilch."
"Prince Dijar?" Peter exclaimed.
"Yes, Peter. The house of Zor has been the ruling house on Zilch for many hundreds of years. My father is the King, but there are those from the house of Zam who have always sought to wrest control from our house."
"Like a family feud?" Davy asked.
"Yes, the fighting between our houses has gone on for as long as anyone can remember." Dijar replied. "But in recent years, the fighting has become worse, the tactics the house of Zam used to fight us more diabolical. So much so, that my father sent me to live on another planet for my safety. I am the only heir to the throne. If I perish, control of Zilch would pass to the Zams. That cannot be allowed to happen. The Zams have always been for war and conquest while my house has always been for peace. If the Zams control Zilch, they will soon start a campaign of war and conquest...that will include Earth."
It became very quiet inside Dijar's spaceship.
"So it's safe to bet they sent Lord Highandlow after you then." Mike said to Dijar, his voice quiet.
Dijar nodded. "Yes, I had received word my father was ill. I was traveling back to Zilch when my craft was ambushed. My crew gave their lives to see that I was able to land on this planet."
"The shooting star I saw last night...was your ship?" Peter asked.
Dijar just nodded yes. After several seconds he spoke.
"I thought I would be able to get fuel for my craft and leave before Lord Highandlow found me. I was wrong, now Micky is in danger, and it is my fault."
"Will he kill Micky?" Davy asked in the silence that followed.
"Perhaps not." Dijar replied, "Lord Highandlow will keep him alive if he thinks Micky might be of value to him."
Dijar started to push buttons on the control panel.
"What are you doing, Dijar?" Mike asked.
"Sending out a distress call to Zilch." Dijar replied, "Hopefully, help will come soon."

Back on Lord Highandlow's ship, Micky was still strapped to the exam table and he was getting uncomfortable. He tried pulling on the metallic straps around his wrists and ankles, but got nowhere. After what seemed like an eternity, Micky's alien examiners came back into the room.
"Could you please let me up?" Micky asked, "I promise I won't try to escape."
In response, the aliens did let Micky up, kind of; they brought his exam table up to a vertical position. Now Micky hung from his bonds against the table.
"This isn't exactly what I meant..." Micky's voice trailed off as Lord Highandlow strode into the room. The tall, dark alien had a translator device in his hand. He spoke into it.
"I am Lord Highandlow." He said, "You are my prisoner."
"Yeah, I kinda guessed that." Micky said dryly.
Lord Highandlow slapped Micky across the face.
"I will not tolerate insolence from you, Earthling." He growled, "Tell me your name and why you were in the company of the fugitive named Dijar."
"My name is Micky and I don't know anyone named Dijar." Micky replied.
Lord Highandlow pulled a small object out of his pocket and showed it to Micky. A TV screen lit up on one side. It showed video from the capture probe when it had come to capture Dijar. It also clearly showed Micky running around the pad as well.
"I think you do, Earthling." Micky's captor said, "Now why were you with him?"
"He landed near my house and said he had run out of fuel." Micky replied, "That's all. He was staying at my house until he found some. He's probably left by now."
"I doubt that." Lord Highandlow said, "I would've detected his ship leaving long ago."
"Why do you want him?" Micky asked. "What has he done?"
"Dijar is wanted by my employers for crimes he has done to them. What they are is no concern of yours." Lord Highandlow snapped, "Tell me, have you given him any fuel? I know your primitive planet can synthesize some."
"No." Micky lied.
"You better not be lying to me, Earthling." The dark alien replied after several seconds. "My staff has enough info on you to know where you can be made to suffer the most."
Micky's throat went dry. Lord Highandlow turned to go.
"What's going to happen to me?" Micky asked.
Lord Highandlow turned back to his spread-eagled prisoner.
"Hmm...I can't let you go home and tell your kind about what happened here, so when I find Dijar, I suppose I'll sell you to a zoo. There are many planets who have never seen an Earthling before." With that, the dark alien turned and strode out of the room. Micky was released from his bonds, allowed to put his clothes back on and was then taken to a small cell.
Meanwhile, more capture probes were sent out to look for Dijar and the other three Monkees...

Mike, Peter, Davy and Dijar waited inside Dijar's ship for help to arrive from Zilch. Suddenly, there was a soft pinging sound and Dijar looked at the radar screen. He frowned when he saw the red objects come closer.
"What is it, Dijar?" Mike asked, "Is it your rescuers?"
"No, the ships are too small." Dijar replied. "It must be more of Lord Highandlow's capture probes."
"What do we do?" Peter asked.
Dijar reached over and pressed a button. Instantly, Dijar's little ship faded and became invisible.
"I have put on the invisibility cloak." Dijar said, "It should hide us, but it will drain the battery dry if we leave it on too long."
A few seconds later, several capture probes came down and began to search the area around Dijar's ship. Dijar motioned for everyone to be quiet. The probes came closer and closer. It would only be a matter of time before they were detected.
Suddenly, a bright light shown along the beach. It was Mr. Babbit checking to see if the Monkees had gotten rid of the spaceship. He came over and saw the probes searching around the area.
"AHHH!" Babbit screamed, dropping his flashlight, "Martians! We're being invaded!"
The probes turned to Babbit, but since they had orders not to be detected, they quickly zoomed away into space. Babbit ran away as fast as his legs could carry him. He ran into his house and hid under his bed, where he stayed the rest of the night.
In Dijar's ship, everyone breathed a big sigh of relief. The three Monkees chuckled at what just happened.
"I knew Babbit was good for something." Davy giggled.
Dijar turned off the invisibility cloak.
"Why did your landlord speak of Martians?" Dijar asked, "There is no life on that planet."
But the three Monkees just laughed harder. Dijar just shrugged and opened the door of his ship. "Let us go back to your dwelling. I think the probes will not return for awhile."
The four of them went back inside of the pad. Once there, they began to clean up the mess the capture probe had made.
"Man, Babbit will throw us out when he sees that broken window." Mike said.
"Let me see what I can do." Dijar said. With that, he used his mental powers and some glue he made from Micky’s chemistry set to put the window back together again.
He had just finished the last piece, when there was a noise on the back porch. Suddenly, several aliens who looked just like Dijar rushed through the back door. They had purple cloth collars around their necks, shoulder holsters, and all had futuristic-looking guns drawn. The three Monkees raised their hands.
"Stop!" Dijar commanded. "Lower your weapons. These Earthlings are my friends."
The other aliens obeyed. One of them, who had a wider collar than the others came over to Dijar.
"We are glad to see you alive and unharmed, your highness." The alien said, bowing his head.
"Thank you, Beltar." Dijar replied, "What news of my father?"
Beltar lowered his head. "He is near death. The healers can do no more for him. When he received word your ship had been attacked, he took a turn for the worse. That is why you must return with us immediately to claim the throne when your father passes on."
But Dijar shook his head. "My friend Micky was captured by one of Lord Highandlow's capture probes in my place. I cannot leave him, nor can Lord Highandlow be permitted to continue his evil work."
"Command us, your highness." Beltar replied, "What do you want us to do? Attack Lord Highandlow's ship?"
"No, at the first sign of you, he will run. First, send a message to my father and tell him I am safe. Tell him I will be with him when I have helped a friend in need. He will understand."
One of the aliens left the pad to do Dijar's bidding. Dijar turned to the three Monkees and Beltar.
"Now, my friends, I have an idea of how to save Micky and bring Lord Highandlow to justice. It will be dangerous, but it just may work."

Lord Highandlow stood on the bridge of his ship and watched as the planet Earth turned underneath. He would stay there and watch for Dijar if it took ten Earth years. One million credits were too good to pass up.
Suddenly, a member of his crew spoke up.
"My Lord." He said quickly, "There is a small craft coming up from the planet's surface."
"Show me." Lord Highandlow replied. "Put it on screen at high magnification."
An instant later, a spaceship was shown on the screen. It was Dijar's spacecraft, moving slowly and wobbling as if it was damaged and running out of fuel.
"So, you are trying to escape me, Dijar?" Lord Highandlow chuckled, "Those million credits from the house of Zam are as good as in my pocket." He turned to another crewmember. "Fix a tractor beam on that ship and bring it into the dock. I want several guards waiting for me when I get down there."
"It will be done, my Lord." The crewmember said.
Lord Highandlow waited until a tractor beam had locked onto Dijar's ship before turning away and leaving the bridge.

When the evil alien had reached the dock he found several of his guards ready and waiting. Just then, Dijar's ship was dragged into the dock through the force field, which kept the atmosphere from rushing out, and settled it down on the deck. Low Highandlow's guards surrounded the ship and Low Highandlow came over to the door. He called out.
"It is no use, Dijar." He said mockingly, "You have lost. Come out of there. There are some people from the house of Zam who would like to meet you back on Zilch."
Slowly the hatch opened...but who came out was not Dijar, but Mike and Peter! They both had small translator devices in their ears so they could understand what was being said. Slowly, with smiles on their faces, they raised their hands.
"You...you are not Dijar!" Lord Highandlow sputtered.
"No, just a couple of Monkees," Mike replied, "Bearing gifts!"
With that, he and Peter tossed down two small smoke bombs that they had hidden in their hands. The smoke bombs were no bigger than an American quarter, but they released tons of smoke, which quickly hid Mike and Peter from the aliens' sight. The two Monkees quickly raced toward the dock exit.
Several of Lord Highandlow's guards fired blindly through the smoke, but their boss quickly stopped them.
"Stop you fools!" He shouted, "You'll shoot your own comrades! After them! They are probably going after the other Earthling! And get this smoke out of here!"
Lord Highandlow was livid. This was twice he had been tricked! The Earthlings would pay dearly for this. He and his guards quickly exited the dock after Mike and Peter, leaving Dijar's ship unguarded. Fans came on to blow away the smoke. If anyone had stayed behind, they would've found out Dijar's ship wasn't quite empty.
Silently, Davy poked his head out of the ship and looked around. He also had a translator in his ear. When he was certain everyone was gone, he left the ship and headed out the door. He had different job to do.

Mike and Peter raced around the ship, dropping smoke bombs and causing as much commotion as possible. Lord Highandlow and his guards were finding it hard to keep up with them. When they had a break, Mike looked over at Peter.
"I hope Davy is doing ok." He said.
"Me too." Peter replied, "Check your machine. Do you think we can find Micky?"
If he's still alive, Mike thought to himself. Mike pulled out the little computer Beltar had given him. Switching it on, four red lights came on, showing the locations of all the humans on the ship. One was moving slowly in one direction, while another was in one place. Mike figured that had to be Micky. He looked at Peter.
"He's one level below us, Peter." Mike said, "Let's..."
Anything Mike would've said was drowned out by laser bolts hitting the bulkhead above them. The two Monkees ducked and once again the chase was on.

Meanwhile, Davy slowly crept to what he hoped was the bridge. The drawing on his hand showed where it should be on this type of ship, but nobody knew if Lord Highandlow had done any modifications. Davy knew he had to succeed. If he failed, the four of them would be executed if they were lucky.
Finally, Davy came to a door and hoped it was the right one. The electric eye opened the door for him and he ducked down and went inside. The ship's bridge was a two-level affair with several computers lining the walls. Davy found himself on the top level. He quickly moved off to the side. A crewmember looked over when he heard the door open, but by then Davy had moved aside.
Fortunately, the few crewmembers were on the lower level and were busy watching the screen. Silently, Davy crawled over to one of the computer consoles and pulled a small, round silver disk out of his pocket. Making sure nobody was around, Davy slid the disk into a slot on top of one of the computers. The computer gave a slight beep, but nobody had heard. Ducking down again, Davy hoped the disk would do its job before anybody was the wiser.

Lord Highandlow kept up the chase for Mike and Peter. He would make them suffer for this humiliation. Suddenly, he received a call from the bridge crew on his walkie-talkie.
"Lord Highlandlow!" The voice said.
"What is it!" He demanded, "This had better be good!"
"Another spaceship has taken off from Earth and is heading toward Zilch!"
Lord Highandlow stopped dead in his tracks, causing several of his guards to crash into him.
"What!" He shouted, "That cannot be!"
"It is, my Lord." The voice replied, shaking, "Dijar must've sent for help."
"Pursue that ship." The evil alien said, "I will be right there." He turned to his guards. "What are you standing there for? After those Earthlings! When you catch them, take them to the lab for dissection!!"
"Yes, my Lord!" The said, running away.
Lord Highandlow rushed back to the bridge.

Back on the bridge, Davy saw what was going on. He smiled, as everything was going according to plan. Davy decided to get off the bridge and find a place to hide. Crawling along the floor, Davy reached the door...and when it opened, he saw the feet of Lord Highandlow! In a flash, Davy found himself yanked into the air by his neck, his feet dangling off the floor, and facing a very angry Lord Highandlow.
"Sorry, I was looking for the bathroom..." Davy squeaked.
"So, you would make a fool of Lord Highandlow, eh, Earth scum?" Lord Highandlow spat, shaking Davy. He tossed Davy over to his guards. "Take him to the lab. I want to hear his screams from here."
"Yes, my Lord." They replied. Quickly, they carried Davy away.

Meanwhile, Mike and Peter were heading towards the area they hoped Micky was being held. The smoke bombs they were using were slowing down Lord Highandlow's men, but their supply was running low. Finally, Mike and Peter reached the area Mike's machine said Micky was located, but the bulkhead door was sealed shut. They tried to open the door by pushing the buttons on the wall, but the bulkhead door stayed shut.
"No good, Peter." Mike said, "We need to punch in a code to open the door and we don't have it."
"We can't leave Micky." Peter replied.
"I don't want to either," Mike replied, "But if we're caught, what good will that do?"
The sounds of Lord Highandlow's men clanged down the corridor. They would be on the two Monkees within seconds. Suddenly, the lights blinked and the ship began to shake. The bulkhead door in front of them snapped open. Mike and Peter wasted no time, no time at all, in jumping inside before the door snapped shut again.
Mike and Peter found themselves in a corridor with several doors with barred windows on each side. It was a cellblock for Lord Highandlow's prisoners.
"Micky!" Mike and Peter yelled, running down the corridor. "Where are you?"
"Over here!" Micky yelled from the window of one of the doors. "Get me out!"
Mike and Peter raced over to Micky's cell.
"Boy, are we glad to see you, Micky." Peter said with a big smile on his face.
"Same here." Micky replied, "Where's Davy?"
"He's somewhere on board, giving this ship's computers a virus." Mike replied, looking for a way to open Micky's cell.
Micky was confused. "How can a computer get a virus?"
"Prince Dijar gave him a shiny disk to put in Lord Highandlow's computers." Peter replied. "I think it’s starting to work, since the lights have been blinking."
"Prince Dijar?" Micky asked getting even more confused.
"It's a long story, Mick." Mike replied, then finally his hand hit a hidden panel and Micky's cell door slid open.
Micky stepped out of the cell and hugged his two friends.
"Thanks, guys." Micky said, "I thought I'd never see a friendly face again."
The lights blinked again and the three Monkees looked at each other.
"We're not safe yet. C'mon, Lets split this joint." Mike said.
They ran to the cellblock door where Lord Highandlow's guards were banging on the other side.
"Now what?" Micky asked.
The question was answered for him as the cellblock door suddenly opened and the guards tumbled onto the floor in a heap. The three Monkees jumped over them and ran back out into the corridor. The door shut behind them, locking the guards in the cellblock. The ship started to wobble harder this time. Mike, Peter and Micky had to hang to each other to keep from falling over.
"Looks like the virus is affecting the ship more and more." Mike said to the others.
"Where do we go now?" Peter asked.
Mike pulled out the small detector out of his pocket. "Let's see if we can find Davy." He said, "This is showing him right above us, two levels up."
"Are you certain of that, Mike?" Micky asked, his face growing pale.
"Yeah, I think I'm reading it right." Mike replied, "Why Micky?"
"Two levels up from here is the lab." Micky said, "That's where I was taken to at first. It's not a nice place."
Without a word, the three Monkees ran off to the lab.

Up on the bridge, confusion abounded as the systems on the ship were going on and off. First the navigation system went haywire, then the directional controls and then the weapons were acting funny. It was obvious to all something had happened to the computers, but nobody was able to figure out what.
Despite all the turmoil around him, Lord Highandlow kept his focus on pursuing the ship in front of them. Years of experience after his family's fortune had been confiscated for supporting the Zams had got him this far. He would not let these distractions stop him from getting his prey. His handpicked crew would figure out what was wrong-or else.
Lord Highandlow began to close the distance between the two ships. It wouldn't be long now.
"Soon. Very soon." The dark alien said to himself.

In the lab, Davy had been stripped to his under shorts and strapped spread-eagle to the exam table. His translation device had been pulled from his ear. No wires were attached to his head, but the three aliens in the room brought out several trays of sharp surgical instruments. Davy's eyes grew wide in terror as one of the aliens picked up a scalpel and walked over to him...
Suddenly, the lab door slid open and Mike, Peter and Micky charged into the room. Without stopping, the three men tackled the aliens and knocked them down. Mike wrested the scalpel out of the alien's hand and punched him in the face.
Standing up, Mike put on his meanest face and wielded the scalpel in front of him. While Mike kept the aliens at bay, Micky and Peter unstrapped Davy. He quickly got off the exam table.
"You ok, Davy?" Micky asked.
"Yeah, you fellas came just in time." Davy replied, pulling his clothes on, "I'm glad to see you're safe too." He said as he put his translator device back in his ear.
"Thanks, it looks like your 'virus' is working." Micky said.
"Beltar gave it to me." Davy replied, "He's part of the crew sent to rescue Prince Dijar."
Micky shook his head. "I've obviously missed a lot."
"I'll explain while we tie up these guys." Mike said.
So while the Monkees tied up the three aliens with surgical tape and wires, Mike told Micky about Dijar's true heritage and his real reason for crashing on Earth. Plus why Lord Highandlow was after him.
"Don't forget about Mr. Babbit, Mike." Peter said.
"I'll tell Micky about that later, Peter." Mike replied, "We gotta keep moving."
After the aliens were tied up, the Monkees walked over to the door...and suddenly found themselves floating in the air! Anything not tied down also began to float.
"Wow! What's happening?" Micky asked.
"The artificial gravity must've stopped working." Mike replied.
Then just as suddenly, they crashed back to the ground.
"Oof! Could you please get off me?" Davy said underneath his friends.
Mike, Peter and Micky got off Davy and the four of them finally made it out the door. They noticed it was also becoming chilly inside the ship as the temperature controls went on the blink too.
"That virus should be all through the ship's computers by now." Davy remarked, "We better hide now."
"Why not come up to the bridge?" A voice said behind them.
"Micky don't disguise your voice like Lord Highandlow's." Mike said, "We've had enough of that dude."
"I didn’t say anything Mike." Micky replied.
"But I did!" The voice said again.
The Monkees turned to face none other than Lord Highandlow. Suddenly, the guys were surrounded by the dark alien's guards on all sides. There was no escape.

The Monkees were marched up to the bridge. All their smoke bombs were taken away and their hands were chained behind them. Once on the bridge, they were forced to stand in front of the evil alien's command chair. Lord Highandlow sat down and glared at them. In his hand was the shiny disk Davy had put into the computer.
"I have to admit it wasn't a bad plan, Earth scum." Lord Highandlow said, "You four were very brave to risk your lives so that Prince Dijar could try to escape. But, as with all who oppose me, you failed. My crew is already erasing the viruses that have infected my computers and soon they will be fully operational again. Now, before the four of you die slow, painful deaths, I want you to watch as I capture your friend."
The Monkees were turned around and forced to their knees so that they could watch what would happen next.
Prince Dijar's ship was losing ground to Lord Highandlow's ship, despite the problems the dark alien's ship was having. He turned to his crew.
"Is the tractor beam functioning again?"
"Yes, my Lord." A crew member replied.
"Then begin..." But Lord Highandlow got no further as his ship suddenly stopped dead in space. Several crewmembers went flying and the evil alien himself almost went flying out of his chair as well. Prince Dijar's ship had stopped in space too.
"What's going on?" The dark alien demanded. "Why did we stop?"
"No idea, my Lord." A crewmember replied, "The virus affecting navigation was eradicated."
"My Lord, we are getting a signal from Prince Dijar's ship." Another crewmember said.
"Put it on the screen." Lord Highandlow growled, for the first time in a long time he began to feel uneasy.
The view screen changed from Prince Dijar's ship to the figure of Prince Dijar himself, sitting in his command chair. He was wearing a gold chain of authority around his neck. Instead of addressing the dark alien though, Dijar looked at the Monkees.
"Hello, my friends." Dijar said happily, "I am happy to see you are alive."
"They will not be for long, Prince, if you do not surrender immediately." Lord Highandlow spat.
"I think you have it wrong, Lord Highandlow." Dijar replied with slight smile. "You should surrender instead."
The dark alien gave a nasty laugh. "Me? I have eliminated all the viruses put on my ship and can destroy you at will."
Dijar laughed this time. "Really, oh great lord?" He said, "Why don't you try to fire at me, or move your ship, hmm?"
Lord Highandlow turned to his crew. "Fire a laser burst at the port side of his ship."
After several seconds, Lord Highandlow turned back to his crew. "Well? Obey my orders!"
"Weapons will not fire, my Lord." A crewmember said timidly.
"Use the tractor beam!" The dark alien shouted.
"It will not work either, my Lord." Another crewmember replied a few seconds later.
Lord highandlow stormed over to the weapons panel, shoved the crewmember out of way and tried to work it himself. He slammed his fist on the buttons, but nothing worked. A sense of dread started to form in his stomach as he turned to the view screen again. Dijar was still sitting there, calmly waiting for him.
"What have you done?" Lord Highandlow demanded, fear getting into his voice. "All the viruses were eliminated."
"The disk Davy put into your computers not only contained viruses," Dijar replied, "But also a program to slave your ship to mine. It was undetectable to your anti-virus programs."
Lord Highandlow simply stared back at Dijar, too stunned to say anything. His crew looked at him, waiting for orders.
"Nothing to say, Lord of the low?" Dijar mocked. "Now, you will release my friends and surrender to me."
"Never!" Lord Highandlow shouted. "Plus, you must know you cannot hope to take this ship alone by force!"
"Oh, I never said I was alone, evil one." Dijar said. He pushed a button on his command chair and the screen split in two. On the other side of the view screen, several more ships shimmered into view. They were large warships summoned from Zilch and had been using invisibility cloaks which were now turned off. The ships surrounded Lord Highandlow's ship on all sides, cutting off any chance of escape.
"We...we are surrounded, my Lord." A crewmember whispered.
Dijar picked up a joystick on the side of his chair and moved it back and forth. Lord Highandlow's ship rocked back and forth as well.
"Now, what do you say, Lord of nothing?" Dijar asked.
In response, Lord Highandlow pulled out a gun and aimed it at the Monkees, still kneeling in front of his chair.
"I say return control of my ship to me and let me leave, or your friends die!" He shouted.
Dijar said nothing, but simply raised his hand. Lord Highandlow's gun flew out of his grasp, circled around him and then went flying into the back of his head. The dark alien's reptilian eyes rolled up in his head and he collapsed. Seeing that, Lord Highandlow's crew immediately knelt on the floor, putting their hands behind their heads.
"We surrender! We surrender!" They shouted.

A few minutes later, Dijar and several armed guards burst onto Lord Highandlow's bridge. The guards took the crew into custody and carried a still-unconscious Lord Highandlow out the door. Dijar himself unchained the Monkees.
"Thanks, Dijar." Micky said, "I mean, Prince Dijar."
"That's ok, Micky, and you four are the ones who should be thanked." Dijar replied, "Because of your brave work, Lord Highandlow's evil has been stopped and I will be able to ascend the throne of Zilch."
"All in a day's work." Davy joked as the others laughed.

The Monkees and Dijar were transported over to the royal spaceship and the Prince saw that the Monkees were given every courtesy. Soon, however, Dijar came over to their suite, sadness in his eyes.
"I am sorry, my friends, but we must part ways." He said sadly, "My father is getting worse by the minute and I must go to him."
"We understand, Prince Dijar." Mike said, "You have our deepest sympathies."
"Thank you my friends." Dijar replied, "I will not forget what you have done for me and the citizens of Zilch."
"Thanks for coming after me, Prince Dijar." Micky said, "You could've easily left for your planet and forgot about me."
"My house has always prided themselves on loyalty and friendship, Micky." Dijar replied, "We prize it above all else."
A Zilchian wearing a white collar approached them with a box. Dijar opened the box and inside were four blue collars and four odd-shaped stones. Dijar picked up the collars and placed them around the necks of the Monkees.
"From this day forward you will be Zilch's ambassadors to Earth." He said formally, "Also honorary members of the house of Zor with all the rights and privileges that go with it."
"Thank you, Prince Dijar." The guys replied.
Dijar also handed them the stones. "As a further reward, I give you these stones we call Freebish, but what you Earthlings call diamonds. I believe they are valuable on Earth?"
"Yes, yes they are." Peter said, stunned. When the stones were cut and polished, they would be worth thousands each. "Thank you again."
"Now, I have a ship ready to send you back to Earth." Dijar said, "Please have a safe trip. I wish you all well."
"You too, Prince Dijar." Mike replied, "You're always welcome to visit."
"Being king will take up my time," Dijar replied, "But…I am entitled to vacations."
The Monkees were going to bow, but Dijar hugged them instead. He walked away and the Monkees were escorted to their ship for the return to Earth.

The Monkees sold their raw diamonds to a jeweler for several thousand dollars, so rent and food money would not be a problem for them for a long time.
Prince Dijar returned to Zilch in time to say farewell to his father. Upon his father's death, he became King Dijar and ruled Zilch with a wise and benevolent hand.
Lord Highandlow became prisoner number 9847 when he and his crew were found guilty of attacking a member of the royal family. He was sentenced to life at hard labor in the mines.


THE END

By: Mickys411, Larrysgirl and Tyson Wolf     Rated G

The Monkees were rehearsing for an up-coming gig at the pad one spring day, when they heard a knock at the door.
"Ok you guys, let me in or I'll break down the door!" shouted Mr. Babbit from the outside.
"He sure has his way with words," said Mike.
He placed his guitar down and went to answer the door.
As soon as Mike opened it, Babbit stormed in yelling.
"I am kicking you out!"
"Sir, I thought we just paid the rent on the first of May," said Davy.
"You did, but it was for March's payment," said Babbit.
"Sir if you just give us more time," said Peter.
"No more excuses. My lawyer's coming by with disposes papers, then out you go!"
Babbit left leaving the Monkees standing quietly, the mood was somber. It was Micky who broke the silence.
"Come on you guys. Babbit's just bluffing," he said.
"Yeah, he's said it before and we still live here," said Peter.
"You know, I think he really meant it this time," said Davy.
"He did sound quite serious," said Mike.
"I think I have a better chance of being crowned Ms. America, than having a lawyer stopping by the pad," said Micky.
Just then, there was another knock at the door.
"I'll get it," said Micky.
He opened the door, and standing outside was a man around 40 wearing a suit and carrying a brief case.
"Excuse me, My name is Alan Thomkins, attorney at law." said the man.
"There she is, Ms. America," Mike sang to Micky.
Micky motioned his hand to cool it and spoke to the lawyer, "Did you say you're a lawyer?"
"Yes, By the way do the Monkees live here?" asked Mr. Thomkins.
"That will be us," said Micky.
"Do you mind if I come in?"
"Sure."
Mr. Thomkins entered the pad.
"Is there anything we can do for you sir?" asked Mike.
"Actually this concerns you," said Mr. Thomkins. He opened his case, while the Monkees sat around looking nervous.
"Oh please let me explain why I'm here,” said Mr. Thomkins, “I'm a lawyer for the late Dr. Steven Kenneth Isaac Patrick Philip Yates the III, known to his friends and co-workers as Skippy. Mr. Yates has left the Monkees something in his will."
"Excuse me, Mr. Thomkins, I don't think we ever met Skippy, er, Dr. Yates." said Mike.
"But you did, awhile ago, you returned a wallet containing 400 dollars to Mr. Yates, he really appreciated that.”
"It showed our honesty," said Peter.
"No sir, it wasn't his wallet," said Mr. Thomkins.
"Now what a minute, Mr. Thomkins,” said Mike, “Why would a total stranger leave us something in his will?” asked Mike.
"Yes, doesn't he have family?' asked Davy.
"Doctor Yates didn't have children, and was never married; however there is a nephew named Louis, but we were unable to contact him." said Mr. Thomkins.
He then handed the Monkees a piece of paper.
"I one Dr. Steven Kenneth Isaac Patrick Philip Yates the III leave the Monkees 1512 Ninth St.," Mike read.
"Did Dr. Yates name a street after us?" asked Peter, sounding excited.
"Not exactly," said Mr. Thomkins. He looked at his watch.
"I better get going, please me meet at that address tomorrow morning at 10 a.m."
"By the way, what was Dr. Yates a doctor in anyway?' asked Mike.
"You'll find out tomorrow."

The next day, The Monkees met Mr. Thomkins at 1512 Ninth St, at exactly 10 a.m.
"Well, gentlemen this is it." said Mr. Thomkins, indicating an old firehouse.
The Monkees just stood there in shock.
"We inherited that?!" Micky whispered to the others.
"Looks like it." Mike replied, shrugging his shoulders. To Mr. Thomkins he said, "Can we go inside?"
"Sure, it's yours now." Mr. Thomkins said.
The guys went inside the firehouse, followed by the lawyer. They found themselves inside an empty area which once held the fire trucks.
"It's big." Peter said quietly, looking around.
"It sure is..." Davy replied, then looked around. "Hey, where's Micky?"
"WHEEE!" Micky yelled as he slid down the fire pole and landed next to Davy. "This is better than the hurricane stairs back at the pad! I love this place already!"
"At least we'll have room to park the Monkeemobile." Mike said, indicating the empty area around him.
"And throw neat parties." Peter added.
"C'mon upstairs, guys." Micky said, "There's lots of room for our stuff."
The Monkees went up the stairs, followed by the lawyer, who was watching all this in quiet amusement. The upstairs held several more rooms, including places where the firemen used to sleep, plus a kitchen and recreation area. It was all a little dark and dusty, but nobody seemed to mind. The guys really liked the place. This came at a good time, since they were about to be evicted from the pad anyway.
"Let's go see Mr. Thomkins." Mike said, "I'll guess we'll have to sign something to make this place ours."
"Then we can move in." Micky said with a smile.
Suddenly, out of nowhere, the fire alarm began to ring very loudly. Davy jumped into Mike's arms. The lawyer ran into the room.
"What's going on?" He shouted over the alarm.
"Why did you turn on the alarm?" Peter shouted back.
"I didn't!" Mr. Thomkins shouted back, "I thought you four did."
Then just as suddenly, the alarm went silent. Mike put Davy down. The Monkees and the lawyer just looked at each other in surprise.
Mr. Thomkins looked around the firehouse.
"Is something wrong sir?" asked Davy.
"Well,” Mr. Thomkins said, "Remember when you asked me yesterday on what kind of study Dr. Yates studied?"
The four Monkees nodded their heads.
"You see, Dr. Yates was a very well-known teacher at the local University, but he was a side-line paranormalist."
"He was a lawyer like you Mr. Thomkins?" asked Peter.
"A paranormalist is a person who believes and studies ghosts,” Mr. Thomkins corrected. “He did that for many years, using the college lab for studies. One day, one of the other instructors tipped off the administrators about what Dr. Yates was doing, and they warned Yates that he keeps doing what he was doing, they'd fire him. Yates however decided to retire, became a paranormalist full-time, moved his work to this firehouse, after the new one opened about 5 years ago, and spent the rest of his years here working on his studies.”
"That was such a sad story, “Peter sniffed.
"Excuse me Mr. Thomkins,” asked Mike, “Not that it's any of our business, but why did Dr. Yates study ghosts?"
"I think it all happened when he was a kid, he was lost in some woods he lived in growing up, and he claimed that the spirit of his grandfather led him home.” said Mr. Thomkins, “If you follow me to the basement, I'll show you where he did his work."
The Monkees walked downstairs with Mr. Thomkins. When the reached the end of the stairs the guys saw all different objects around the basement.
"Wow, check this out," said Micky, looking fascinated with the chemistry sets, books, and other science-related objects, "This chem set is more advance than the one I got back at the pad."
Just then, the guys noticed something on the wall.
"Wow, check out the size of that oven." said Davy.
"Yeah, imagine how many pizzas you can cook in that oven," said Peter.
"Actually,” Mr. Thomkins said, “That is where Dr. Yates placed his ghosts for studies."
"You mean there's ghosts inside this place?"
"I never really believed his line of work, but it is believed that his sprit may be here."
"His spirit may be here? Now?" Micky squeaked.
This time Peter jumped into Mike's arms.
"Don't be frightened, gentlemen." Mr. Thomkins replied with a slight laugh. "Dr. Yates was by all accounts a very nice personable man. So it stands to reason his spirit would be too. Like I said," Mr. Thomkins continued, "I don't believe in Dr. Yates' line of work, nor have I seen his spirit."
The guys were slightly relieved to hear that. Mike put Peter down. The lawyer looked at his watch and pulled some papers out of his briefcase.
"I have another client to meet. Here's the papers showing that the firehouse is yours. I wish you gentlemen the best."
"Thanks a lot, Mr. Thomkins." Mike said, shaking his hand.
The other Monkees shook the lawyer's hand too and the lawyer departed.
The guys continued to look around in the basement. Micky went back to the elaborate chemistry set on the table against the wall. Peter continued to look at the 'oven' while Mike and Davy walked around.
"You think there are spirits and ghosts here, Mike?" Davy asked.
"No, I never did believe in ghosts." Mike replied, shaking his head. "It was nice of Dr. Yates to leave us this place, but I think he was a little loopy."
Suddenly there was a loud growling sound in the room. Everyone froze in fear.
"What...what was that?" Peter stammered.
The growling sound was heard again. Micky looked sheepishly at the others.
"That was my stomach, guys." He said, "Guess sounds are magnified in this room."
"If Micky's hungry, I guess that means lunch." Mike said.
Everyone went back upstairs, except for Peter, who was still looking at the 'oven' where Dr. Yates had kept his ghosts.
"C'mon, Pete." Davy said, "It can keep until after lunch."
Peter followed Davy upstairs. Since they hadn't moved in yet, the guys decided to grab a bite at a local burger joint, then go back to the pad for their things.

Some time later, the guys came back to the firehouse. They had had lunch and now had the Monkeemobile packed with some of their gear. Peter and Micky opened up the large fire doors so Mike could drive inside.
"Well, let's unpack." Mike told the others. They quickly began to carry the first load of boxes up the stairs and into the living quarters. To come down, they slid down the fire pole, which Micky loved.
Grabbing more boxes, the guys slowly climbed the stairs and walked into the living quarters to deposit them. When they got into the room, however, they stopped in shock:
All their belongings were out of their boxes and scattered throughout the room!
Micky dropped his box and jumped into Mike's arms.
"Maybe this place does have ghosts." Mike whispered to his shocked band mates.
The four Monkees just stood there in complete shock.
"I thought you said you didn't believe in ghosts," said Davy to Mike.
"I don't." Mike answered.
"Then why is our stuff scattered everywhere?" asked Micky.
"Maybe we piled the boxes too high and everything fell over." said Peter.
"That's just it,” said Mike, “Come on fellas, we gotta finish moving in."
And so they did. The guys decided to forget about how the boxes were messed up. By the end of the day, everything was moved out of the Pad and either in the back of the Monkeemobile or at the firehouse. The Monkees said good-bye to their neighbors, who gave different reactions to the guys’ move.
Mr. Babbit almost did a back flip, while Mrs. Purdy, who always thought of the Monkees as her 'sons' was a bit sad, but said she would come and visit.

That night, when the guys were asleep, Micky got up to get a glass of water.
And of course he took the fire pole instead of the stairs.
While Micky was getting a glass from the cupboard, he heard something.
He looked around, but there was nobody. Just then, something flew into the room. It was green and looked like thing of jell-o, but it had a face.
The green object moved towards Micky, and he ducked. The green object then went through the wall. Micky placed his glass down and headed back up the stairs. But the green object popped out of the wall and flew right at Micky.

Back upstairs, the other Monkees were asleep, when they heard a scream. They turned to see Micky's bed was empty.
"Micky's in trouble!" said Davy.
The guys jumped out of bed, and went to look for their friend.
When they got downstairs, they found Micky, hiding under a desk, and covered in a green substance.
"Micky, you ok?' Mike asked.
"I think so," Micky answered.
"What's that green stuff all over you?' asked Peter.
"This green thing came out of nowhere, and chased me. I jumped under this desk, but that thing followed me," said Micky.
Suddenly, the green object flew into the room.
"That’s the thing that slimed me!" Micky screamed.
The green object stopped in front of the guys, smiled and said, "Hell-O."
The Monkees screamed, and jumped under the desk.
"Do you think he's gone?' Peter asked sounded scared.
"I'll take a peek and check," said Mike.
"Let's all check," said Davy.
The guys poked their heads out from under the desk and sure enough, the green object was still there.
"Hell-o," the green object again.
While Mike, Davy, and Micky hid back under the desk, but Peter carefully came out from the desk and approached the green object.
"Hi, I'm Peter." he said to the green object.
"Slimer." said the green object pointing to himself.
Peter turned to his friends and said, “You guys have nothing to worry about. He's friendly."
The guys were a bit surprised, due to the fact that Peter was especially afraid of ghosts. They came out under the desk and introduced themselves.
"I'm Mike," said Mike extending a hand.
Slimer shook his hand and gave his name.
"I'm Davy," said Davy shaking hands with Slimer.
"Slimer," said Slimer, shaking hands with Davy.
Micky was a bit nervous, but shook hands with Slimer.
"I'm Micky," said Micky.
But instead of shaking hands, Slimer gave Micky a kiss on the cheek.
"You know Micky, I think he likes you," said Davy.
"Yeah I know," said Micky, wiping the slime off his face.
"I think we should keep him," said Peter.
"But Peter, he's a ghost." said Davy.
"His name is Slimer, and you guys said if I make dinner once a week and clean my side of the room, I can have a pet."
"Ok, but one the first day you don't feed it, back it goes." said Mike.
"I wonder what that thing eats," said Davy.
Slimer went to the fridge, went through it, came back out with some the leftover pizza from that evening’s supper and ate it in one bite.
"Does that answer your question?' asked Micky.

While Micky went into the bathroom to wash the slime off his body, Mike, Peter and Davy continued to talk to Slimer.
"How long have you haunt...I mean lived here, Slimer?" Davy asked.
"Long time." Slimer answered, bouncing up and down. "Been lonely, Skippy is gone." He said, looking sad.
"Doctor Yates was your friend?" Mike asked.
"Yes, he good friend of Slimer." The green ghost replied.
Micky then walked back into the room. He had changed clothes and washed his face and hair. He gave Slimer an angry look.
"Why did you attack me?" Micky asked.
"Not attack, Micky." Slimer replied, floating over to him, "Wanted to say 'hello'."
"Well, please don't do that again." Micky said.
"Ok!" Slimer agreed...then planted another slimy kiss on Micky's face!
The other three Monkees laughed at this. Peter looked at Slimer.
"Do you only come out at night, or can you appear anytime?" He asked the green ghost.
"I like night, but anytime ok." Slimer replied.
The guys decided to go back to sleep and talk more with Slimer in the morning.
"We're going to sleep, Slimer." Mike said, "Promise you won't make any noise?"
"I promise!" Slimer said and went back to the fridge for something else to eat.
"At least he's got a healthy appetite." Davy remarked.
"Yeah, he's a growing ghost." Micky replied, still trying to wipe the green slime from his face.

The next morning, The Monkees were eating or rather attempting to eat the some-what over cooked pancakes Peter made.
"How are the pancakes?” Peter asked.
"Not bad, but are pancakes suppose to be crispy?" asked Mike.
"Sorry, I think I had some egg shell in the batch," said Peter.
"Mine are actually chewy." said Micky.
"I can't even put my knife through mine," said Davy.
Just then, Slimer appeared.
"Morning," he said.
"Morning Slimer." the guys said to their new friend.
"Here Slimer, I made an extra plate for you," said Peter, handing Slimer some pancakes.
"Peter, Slimer made be a ghost, but he may have taste buds," said Micky.
Slimer ate the pancakes in one bite, burped, and licked the plate clean.
"Yum, flappycakes," said Slimer.
"Thanks Slimer,” said Peter, “At least somebody appreciates good pancakes.”
The guys fed Slimer the rest of their pancakes. Slimer thanked them and burped again.
"Excuse me," said Slimer.

After breakfast, the guys took Slimer downstairs to the basement.
"Hey Slimer can I have a sample of your slime?” Micky asked Slimer, while setting up his chemistry set.
Slimer sneezed, and got slime on the guys.
"Bless me." said Slimer.
Micky gave each of the guys plastic knives to scrape the slime off them.
While Micky tested the slime, the guys talked to Slimer.
"So Slimer, where exactly did you come from?" asked Mike.
"Ghost world,” Slimer answered, “Mean ghosties."
"You man there’s more of you?' asked Davy.
Slimer nodded his head. After awhile of testing, Micky got a result.
"Ok, according to the tests, Slimer is indeed a ghost," said Micky.

Later that evening, the guys were getting ready for a gig at the Palm Palace.
"Can I come to?" asked Slimer.
"Sorry Slimer, we wish we can, but you may spook the customers,” said Peter, “But don't worry, I'll sneak you some food from the kitchen."
"Thanks Peter," said Slimer, sounding quite happy.
The other guys said good-bye to Slimer, and took off to their gig.

Slimer sadly watched as the Monkees drove away to their gig. Once again he was alone in the firehouse. As he wandered around, bored, he got an idea. Moving through the wall, Slimer caught up to the Monkeemobile and followed them over to the Palm Palace. The green ghost knew the guys told him to stay home, but he wanted to find out more about his new friends.
When Mike parked the car behind the club, Slimer followed through the wall. To his delight, Slimer found himself in the kitchen and quickly helped himself to some hamburgers waiting to be served before the waitresses saw him.
"Yum. Good food. Me like this place." Slimer said, then burped. He disappeared as a waitress came over.
"Hey, what happened to those burgers?"
A little while later, the MC came up on the stage. He was wearing a loud Hawaiian shirt.
"Aloha you guys and girls, and welcome to the Palm Palace!" He said happily. "Tonight we have a group that will rock your socks...here are the MONKEES!!"
Upon hearing that name, Slimer moved through the walls and took a peek at the stage. He smiled as he saw his friends come up on stage and the people clapping for them. Slimer was going to clap too, but remembered he couldn't afford to be seen. Unless.....
Since everybody was watching the Monkees perform, nobody noticed the short figure in the trench coat and hat gliding into the main part of the club. Being a lot shorter than the humans around him, Slimer had a rough time trying to watch his friends perform.
"Excuse please, please excuse me." Slimer said as he tried to find a place to watch his friends.
Finally, Slimer found a place to watch and he bounced back and forth to the music. His new friends played such good music! A few people found it odd for someone to be wearing a trench coat and hat in a place like this, but said nothing.
A waitress came by with a tray of hamburgers for one of the tables. As she paused to let some people by, Slimer reached out his tongue and licked the burgers right off the tray! The waitress walked for several feet before realizing her meals were gone. Puzzled, she started to look on the floor for them.
Finally, the Monkees were done with the first set and were to take a break.
"We'll be back in a little while!" Mike said.
The crowd cheered and gave them a standing ovation. Slimer got caught up in the excitement and forgot he was supposed to be in disguise.
"Monkees! Monkees!" He yelled to his friends.
Slimer jumped up and waved to them. When he did that, his hat fell off and several people saw his green skin and un-human like features!
"AHHHH! A GHOST!" A girl screamed.
Several more girls, and some guys too, joined in the screaming and there was a stampede out the door.
"What's going on?" The MC demanded, then saw Slimer floating in the middle of the floor and let out a scream himself.
"HELP! GHOSTS!" He yelled and ran away himself.
The Monkees saw all this and Micky ran over to the ghost.
"Slimer, what are you doing? Get out of here! You're scaring everybody away!" He said angrily.
"Wanted to see Monkees." Slimer replied looking downcast then quickly went through a wall.
Later on, the owner of the now-empty Palm Palace gave the Monkees only half-pay since they only played half a show. When the Monkees came back to the firehouse, Slimer was nowhere to be found.
"Slimer! we're home!" said Peter.
But Slimer was nowhere to be found.
"Slimer!" called Davy.
Slimer didn't appear.
The guys then began to check the firehouse.
Mike checked the bedroom, no Slimer.
Peter checked the kitchen, Slimer wasn't there.
Micky checked the basement, but Slimer was nowhere to be found.
Being the smallest, Davy looked through the vents, there was no Slimer.
The Monkees met back at the main floor of the firehouse.
"Did you find Slimer?" asked Peter to the guys.
"No," said Mike.
"I'd looked everywhere, but no Slimer," said Davy.
"He’s not anywhere," said Micky.
"I’m not surprised that Slimer isn't around, he's mad at you for yelling at him," Peter said to Micky.
"He cost us a gig."
"But you didn't have to yell at him."
"We told Slimer not to come with us, and he didn't listen."
"That doesn't mean you can shout at him."
Mike stopped the argument, when he spotted something on the pole.
"Hey, I found something," he said.
"What is it?" asked Davy.
Mike was holding a note, covered with slime on it, and read the note.
"Monkees, I know you don't want me around, so I'll go.
Slimer."

Meanwhile, Slimer wondered the streets, wearing the trench coat and hat.
"Hey you." called a voice.
Slimer turned around and said, “Who me?"
"Yes you." said the voice, as a figure approached him.
The figure turned out to be a middle aged man, with a mustache and glasses.
"Who you?" asked Slimer.
"I'm Dr. Louis Myers, I saw you at that gig tonight.”
"Yeah, Monkees yelled at me," said Slimer with a sigh.
"You know, I have a place just for you. You see, I'm the long lost nephew of Dr. Yates." said Louis.
"You knew doctor?" asked Slimer.
"Yes, though we haven't spoken for years, I take up the same studies as him. Would you like to come with me? I'll give you a good home."
"Yep yep yep." said Slimer.
And Slimer did go home with Dr. Louis Myers.

The guys sat around the living room feeling bad about what had happened. Probably nobody would come to the Palm Palace now since a ghost was seen there. Micky especially felt bad about yelling at Slimer. The green ghost had just wanted to see his new friends at work and he had yelled at him. Letting out a sigh, Micky stood up and went to get his jacket.
"Where you going, Mick?" Peter asked.
"I'm going to look for Slimer." Micky replied. "It's my fault I yelled at him, so I'll find him and apologize."
"But where could he be?" Davy asked, "This is a very large city."
"There's probably lots of abandoned building for him to go to." Mike said.
"Well, I'm not going to find him standing here, so..."
"So we'll help you." Mike said. Peter and Davy nodded in agreement.
Everybody quickly got their jackets and slid down the fire pole to the Monkeemobile.

Slimer happily followed his new friend home. It turns out Dr. Myers lived in a big home not too far away. The doctor's house was three stories tall with lots of windows. Doctor Myers opened the front door and stepped aside.
"After you, my friend."
"Thanks doc." Slimer said as he glided inside.

When the guys pulled out of the firehouse, Mike stopped the car and looked at his band mates.
"Where should we start first?" He asked.
Everybody was silent for several seconds then Davy spoke up.
"We don't really know Slimer that well yet." He said, "If we did, it would've helped us."
"He does like to eat." Peter stated, "Just like Micky."
Micky gave the bassist a mock glare as the others laughed. Finally Mike held up his hand.
"Wait, Peter has a good idea."
"I do?" Peter asked.
"Yeah, let's start with the nearest fast-food places and restaurants and go from there."
So Mike hit the gas and drove to the nearest burger joint. They got there a few minutes later and Mike pulled the car over to the car.
"Ok, now what?" Micky asked. "We can’t just ask, 'Excuse me, did you happen to see a green slimy ghost pass by here?'"
"We can't?" Peter asked.
Davy just rolled his eyes and got out of the car.
"What are you looking for Davy?" Mike asked.
But Davy kept looking at the ground and suddenly bent down to the sidewalk.
"Hello, what's this?" He asked.
"What's what, Davy?" Peter said, "Why are you talking to the sidewalk?"
"I’ve found Slimer's trail." Davy replied. He ran a finger along the ground and brought it up. The others could see green slime hanging from it.
"Way to go, Davy!" Micky exclaimed.
"I figured Slimer always leaves slime wherever he goes, so now we just follow the slime." Davy said.
"C'mon, let's follow that slime!" Mike said.
Davy knocked the slime off his finger and climbed back into the Monkeemobile. Mike put the car in gear and the guys were off after their ghostly friend.

Slimer looked around the big rooms in Dr. Myers' house.
"Big place." Slimer said, "Bigger than firehouse."
"Thanks, let me show you where you'll be staying." The doctor said and led him down to the basement.
When they got downstairs, Slimer could see it was a laboratory just like his late friend had.
"Ooooh." Slimer said as he glided around. "Where I stay?" He asked.
"Right here!" Dr. Myers exclaimed.
Slimer turned to see Dr. Myers holding what looked like a small vacuum cleaner with a hose attached to it. The green ghost knew what it was immediately...a paranormal prison for ghosts!
"Oh no!" Slimer cried and turned to escape, but the doctor turned the machine on and Slimer was quickly sucked through the hose and into the container! He banged on the walls, but it was especially built to hold paranormal creatures like himself. Doctor Myers turned off the machine and held it up.
"Gotcha!" He said happily and gave an evil laugh.
"Let me out!" Slimer cried from inside the machine.
"I don't think so!" Doctor Myers said with an evil laugh. "You're staying right there!"
Slimer slumped back sadly and thought about the Monkees.
"Why didn't Slimer listen?" He thought to himself. "Then I not be here."

Meanwhile the guys were still driving, following the trail of slime.
"Keep going," Davy told Mike "Alright, now turn left."
"Davy, I know where I'm going!" The Texan said.
Peter laughed at this, but Micky just sat there.
"Hey, don't worry Micky," Peter said "We're going to find Slimer."
"Yeah, but I still feel bad about yelling at him." Micky said. "He'll probably be mad at me."
"I don't think he'll be mad." said Peter. "He really likes you."
"I hope he can forgive me." The drummer said.
"I think he will." Peter said with a smile.
"You're right, Pete." said Micky, who was now smiling back.
After several blocks, the trail of slime stopped.
"Wait, Mike." Davy said. "Slimer must be around here somewhere."
Mike stopped the car and the guys got out and looked around.
"Slimer!" Micky called out. "Can you hear me? I'm not mad at you anymore!"
There was no response. Mike motioned to the others and they ran over to him.
"I have some good news and I have some bad news." He said, "I found the trail of slime again. That's the good news. The bad news is that it leads to that house." Mike pointed to his right.
Micky, Peter and Davy followed Mike's finger to the large house of Dr. Myers. Just then there was thunder and a flash of lightning, making the place seem even more scary.
"Slimer's in there?" Micky asked, gripping Mike's shoulder.
Mike nodded his head. "Seems that way."
"Well, what are we waiting for?" Davy asked, clapping his hands together.
"Someone to talk us out of this?" Peter replied.
"Right." Davy replied.
"I'm going." Micky said, his voice shaking, "I'm the one who chased Slimer away, so I'll go get him."
"We'll be right behind you." Mike said.
"We will?" Peter asked, but Mike simply pushed him and Davy in front of him and the four Monkees slowly walked up the sidewalk to the front door.
Micky rang the doorbell. When he looked down he noticed more slime on the doorstep and showed it to his band mates. As they waited, Davy turned to the others.
"Wait, what are we going to say to whomever or whatever opens the door?" He asked, "We can't ask 'Have you seen a green ghost around here?'"
"In this place a green ghost may not be too much out of place." Mike replied.
Suddenly the door opened and Doctor Myers appeared.
"May I help you?" He asked.
"Yes, we...we're looking for someone." Micky squeaked.
"He's kinda short and was wearing a hat and trench coat." Peter added.
"I don't remember seeing anybody like that around here." Doctor Myers lied, "So if you'll excuse me..."
"Excuse us, sir." Mike said, "But his trail goes right to your door." He pointed down at the green slime.
"Oh, so it does." Dr. Myers replied with a smile, "In that case, I'll just have to ask you boys to come in."
Suddenly the Monkees screamed as a trap door in the front porch opened and they fell into the darkness below. After several seconds, they landed on a soft carpet. Slowly, they stood up.
"Where are we?" asked Peter.
"I don't know, it's too dark I can't see a thing," said Mike.
"I wish we had some light in here," said Davy.
"Anyone got a match on them?" asked Micky.
Just then, a light went on.
"That's better," said Davy.
With a light, the Monkees had a look around to see where they were.
"Where are we?” asked Peter, sounding nervous.
"I'm not sure," said Mike.
"You're in my lab," said a voice.
"Who said that?" asked Micky.
"I did," said the voice again.
The guys saw a shadow. The shadow moved closer, revealing the face of Dr. Louis Myers.
"My name is Doctor Louis Myers," He said, "I am the nephew of Dr. Yates, whose old firehouse you now live in."
"We're the Monkees." Mike said, "We've come for our friend Slimer."
"You boys didn't act like he was your friend earlier." Dr. Myers smirked, "I found him wandering around all by himself."
"What have you done with him?" Micky demanded, ignoring the jibe.
"He's unharmed and in a safe place for now." Dr. Myers replied. "The question now is what am I going to do with you four?"
"What do you mean?" Peter asked, getting nervous again.
"Well, the experiments I'm about to do with Slimer are a bit unethical and perhaps even illegal, so I can't have you boys going to the police, can I?"
"No, I suppose not." Peter replied.
"Peter!" Micky, Mike and Davy shouted at him.
"Wait a minute, wait a minute." Mike said, grinning at Dr. Myers and folding his arms, "There's four of us and only one of him. What are we afraid of?"
"Yeah, we outnumber him!" Micky said.
Suddenly, Dr. Myers pulled out a gun.
"Except he now has a gun pointed at us." Davy said slowly.
"Yeah, I guess that would equal things out a bit." Mike replied.
"Put your hands up and walk over toward that metal lab table." Dr. Myers ordered.
The Monkees did as they were ordered. The doctor ordered them to sit on the floor next to each table leg. Then using wires, he tied their hands to the table legs. Satisfied they were secure, he walked away and pulled a cloth off a large object. The object turned out to be a big test tube. Coming from the test tube were wires which led to the lab table.
"What is that?" Peter asked, astounded.
"Just what it looks like." Dr. Myers answered, "A large test tube to test your slimy green friend."
"What kind of tests?" Mike asked.
"Over the years I've studied the paranormal like my uncle. Unlike him, however, I want to know if ghosts can be useful to humanity. I'm going to find out if Slimer can be used for energy or maybe..." His voice dropped down to a whisper, "Or maybe his phantasmagoric cells holds the key to eternal life!"
The Monkees looked at each other in shock.
"You're crackers!" Davy shouted at the doctor.
The evil doctor didn't say anything, but simply walked over and picked up a metal cylinder with a hose and attached the hose to the test tube. He turned the cylinder on and Slimer was blown into the large test tube. Immediately he saw his friends.
"Monkees!" He shouted happily.
"Hi, Slimer!" The guys shouted back.
Slimer tried to leave the test tube, but kept hitting the glass walls. Apparently, the walls were also made of the same stuff as the cylinder.
"Let me go!" Slimer demanded.
"Sorry, but you are too valuable to me!" Dr. Myers replied.
"Monkees?" Slimer asked.
"Sorry Slimer," Micky said, "We're kinda tied up at the moment ourselves." He looked at his bound hands.
"Ooooh I'm sorry, Monkees." Slimer said sadly. "All my fault."
"No, it's my fault for yelling at you." Micky said.
"This is all very touching." Dr. Myers said sarcastically, "But we've got a lot of work to do tonight."
With that, Dr. Myers walked over to a switch...
While Dr Myers moved closer to the switch, Slimer was whispering to the guys.
"That's a great idea Slimer." said Davy.
Just as Dr. Myers was about to pull the switch, Peter shouted:
"Wait a minute, Dr. Myers!" he said.
"What is it?” asked Dr. Myers.
"Well, we were thinking." said Micky.
"Thinking of what?"
"Well, this is your experiment, and it would be selfish of us to test it out." said Mike.
Dr. Myers thought for a minute and said, “I never thought of that." Dr. Myers then untied the Monkees.
"Wait a minute, how am I going to be able to test this experiment out?" he said.
"Well help you." said Slimer.
The guys and Slimer then tied down Dr. Myers and strapped him in tightly.
"Perfect,” said Mike.
But instead of reaching for the switch, Mike got the phone and called the police.
"You little punks, you tricked me!" shouted Doctor Myers.
"You smart man," said Slimer, giving the doctor a kiss.
A few moments later, the police arrived.
"So gentlemen, where's Dr. Myers?" asked one police officer.
"Follow us officer." said Davy.
The Monkees led the police to where Dr. Myers was tied up.
"Gentlemen, I have some bad news and some good news," said the chief of police.
"What's the bad news?" asked Peter.
"The bad news is that this isn't Dr. Myers." said the officer.
"Then who is he?" asked Micky.
"That's the good news; you've capture Dr. Alan Thomas," said the chief.
"Who?" asked Slimer, wearing his disguise so he wouldn't scare the police.
"Dr. Thomas studies the same works as Dr. Yates did, however, Thomas has a warrant for studying his works in unorthodox ways." said the chief.
The police untied Dr. Myers, and placed him in handcuffs.
"By the way, you gentlemen sure came up with a clever method," said the officer. "I wouldn't had thought of this myself," said the chief.
As the police left, the guys turned to Slimer and thanked him for coming up with the great plan.
"By the way Slimer, are you still mad at me?" asked Micky.
Slimer removed his disguise and kissed Micky on the cheek.
"I guess that means no," said Davy, as he, Peter and Mike laughed.
Micky had to laugh too, as he wiped the slime off his face.

The next day, the guys were hanging out at the firehouse.
Davy was reading a magazine, Mike was tuning his guitar, and Peter and Micky were playing a game of cards with Slimer. Suddenly, there was a knock at the door.
"I'll get it," said Mike.
He placed the guitar down and answered the door. There stood a man, around his mid-30’s with light brown hair and glasses.
"Excuse me,” said the man, “Do the Monkees live here?"
"That will be us sir, can we help you?" asked Mike.
"My name is Dr. Louis Myers, mind if I come in?"
"Sure."
Mike invited Dr. Myers inside the firehouse. The other guys stopped what they were doing to see what was happening.
"What's going on?" asked Davy.
"Guys, this is the real Dr. Myers," said Mike.
"Nice to meet you." said Dr. Myers.
"You too,” said Peter, “By the way are you a paranormalist like your uncle?"
"No, just your average family physician," said Dr. Myers.
"How did you know where we live?' asked Davy.
"After Dr. Thomas was arrested, the police located me. You see, Dr. Thomas and my uncle were competing scientists who worked on the same studies, until Thomas made an anonymous call on my uncle, forcing him to do his studies here.”
"That's some story," said Micky.
"By the way, does Slimer still live here?" asked Dr. Myers.
"You know Slimer?" asked Davy.
"Not personally, but I heard a lot about him from my uncle," said Dr. Myers.
"Yes, he still lives here," said Mike.
"I'll call him,” said Peter, “Slimer, we have a guest!"
Slimer came up to the door.
"Slimer, this is Dr. Louis Myers," said Mike.
Slimer was a bit nervous about meeting this person, because the other person who was Dr. Myers, was a fake.
"It's ok, I won't hurt you," said Dr. Myers.
He extended a hand and Slimer shook it.
"Nice to me you," said Slimer.
"You too," said Dr. Myers.
"Wait a minute,” said Micky, “I thought of something. If you're Dr. Yates’s nephew, that means you get the firehouse.”
"Yes, the deed was handed to me as soon as I got into town."
"If you get the firehouse, where will we go?" asked Peter.
"Actually, the police told me about you, and they told me to give this to you," said Dr. Myers. He handed the guys the deed to the pad.
"That Mr. Babbit must really miss you, because as he handed the deed to me, he was crying."
The Monkees tried to hold back from laughing, because they didn't want to tell Dr. Myers about what Babbit really thought about the guys moving back to the pad.

After some time, the guys moved back to the pad.
The old fire house was turned into a medical history museum, and Slimer was invited to live with Dr. Myers and his family at their ranch out in the country.
Slimer was a bit sad about leaving, but the guys told Slimer that he as well as Dr. Myers and his family were welcome to visit anytime.
Slimer was glad to hear that, and said good-bye to the Monkees by giving them each a slimy kiss on the check.
And of course Mrs. Purdy was glad that the guys moved back to the pad, and Mr. Babbit wasn't.
Meanwhile, Dr. Thomas is still serving 10-15 years.

The End