By: Mickys411, Larrysgirl and Marmadas   Rated PG

Despite being a hot summer day, in fact it was actually one of the hottest days in the history of CA, the Monkees were trying to go about their day.
Davy was trying to be patient for Peter, who was calling home, to get off the phone, so he can call a girl he's been seeing name Debbie. Mike was reading the paper and sighing, after finding out the weather is just gonna get hotter and hotter, and Micky was trying to fix up the plug-in fan, since the guys had no air conditioner.
"Ok, I think I got it working now," said Micky.
"Turn it on then," said Davy.
Micky did just that, and the fan worked. Perhaps, it worked too well, for the fan was set on a high speed and items began to fly all over the pad.
"It's moving too fast, shut it off!" yelled Mike, over the loud noise of the fan.
Instead of turning the fan off, Micky unplugged it.
"That was kind of crazy," he said.
Since Peter was still on the phone, Mike and Davy looked at his band mate as if he were nuts. Micky just gave them a sheepish smile.
A few moments later, Peter got off the phone.
"Hey guess what?" he said.
"What’s up?" asked the other Monkees pretending to be excited.
"The weather's been great in Connecticut, and they’re getting ready for the 4th of July festivities."
"That's great Peter," said Davy.
"Here's the best part, Mom just invited us to perform at a few of the events.”
"Wow, Groovy man," said Micky.
"Thanks Peter," said Mike.
"Thank you, but you should really thank my Mom," said Peter.
The guys checked their piggy bank, or in their case Monkey bank, to check and see if they had enough money for their trip, and sure enough they did.
"It's a good thing we saved some cash from our last gigs," said Mike.
"I can't wait to see my folks, brothers and sister again," said Peter.
As a matter of Connecticut, Peter's brother Nick actually came to visit the guys during vacation from school.
The guys they packed up their things and instruments and headed off to Connecticut.

It was a long drive to Connecticut, but the guys took turns driving and two days later, they were in Texas. They decided to call on Mike's Aunt Kate to see if they could rest there for a few days. Mike called from a payphone in a rest area to see if they could come.
"What did she say, Mike?" Peter asked as Mike walked toward them.
"She said she'd be glad to put us up for a spell." Mike replied.
"That's great." Davy said, "Your Aunt was always nice."
So Mike drove the car over to his Aunt's ranch. They were surprised at what they found. The old house had been replaced by a mansion! Ever since oil was discovered on her ranch, Mike's Aunt was rich. Mike remembered when he and the other Monkees had to battle Black Bart to get him to leave his Aunt alone. Driving slowly, Mike pulled the Monkeemobile up to the front of the house. A second later, Mike's Aunt came running out.
"Mike! I'm so glad to see you!" She exclaimed, giving him a big hug.
"Glad to see you too, Auntie." Mike replied.
"Still hanging out with these fellers, eh?" Kate teased.
"Yeah, they're good guys." Mike said.
"Well, c'mon in. Rest yourselves; I heard you're going on for some ways yet."
"We're going to my family's house in Connecticut." Peter said. "We're going to play for a few of their town's July 4th's festivities."
"Connecticut?" Kate repeated, leading them into the house. "Well, you boys have a ways to go." Suddenly, she whistled and a butler came over.
"Yes, madam?"
"Get my nephew's and his friends' luggage and put it in their room." Kate said.
"At once, madam."
"Boy, you sure have come a long way, Aunt Kate." Mike said.
"All because of you four." She replied, "You got rid of that Black Bart, when he tried to force me off this ranch so he could have the oil."
They went upstairs and Kate showed them where they would be staying. It was a large room with plush carpeting and four beds.
"I'll let you boys freshen up a bit before supper." She said, and then left the room.
"Wow, what a place." Micky said, looking out the window.
"Do we have to go to Connecticut?" Davy asked.
"Yes, I promised Mom we would be there." Peter said.
"So let's enjoy this, because tomorrow we'll have to keep going." Mike added.
Though the guys were unhappy about that, they knew Mike was right. After washing up, Micky, Peter and Davy took a nap, while Mike looked over the map to see where to go next.

The guys enjoyed spending the evening at Aunt Kate's, but the next day, they had to set off to Connecticut.
"You boys have a safe trip," said Kate.
"Sure will Ms. Kate, and thank you for letting us stay overnight," said Micky.
"Thanks for the groovy meal," said Davy.
"We'll call you when we get there," said Mike, giving his aunt a quick hug.
"Next stop, Connecticut," said Peter.
And the guys took off.

It took the guys two days, but they finally made it to Connecticut.
"Welcome to Connecticut," said Peter, reading the state sign.
"How long do we have till we get to your house Peter," asked Davy.
"Not to long, just another hour or so."
"That's what you said about an hour ago at the gas station," said Micky.
"Come on fellas, we're almost there, said Mike, who then muttered under his breath, I hope."
And Peter was right. About an hour later, the arrived at Peter's family's house.
"Here we are," said Peter.
The guys got out of the car, and Peter rang the doorbell.
When the door opened, a middle-aged woman stood at the door.

It was his Mom.
"Peter, you made it." She said, giving her son a big hug.
"It's great to see you too Mom, how have you been?" Peter asked.
"I'm doing just fine."
Peter's Mom then saw the guys.
"You must be the band mates Peter told me about from his letters."
The guys were about to introduce themselves, but Peter's Mom stopped them.
"Let me guess which one you are."
She indicated Mike.
"Tall Texan, wears a wool hat, even in the summer, you must be Mike."
"Yes ma'am," said Mike.
"Please call me Virginia, or Ginny," said Peter's Mom.
She then looked at Micky.
"Hmm, curly haired, great sense of humor, you gotta be Micky."
"Yes," said Micky, who then turned to Peter and whispered, “How does she do that?"
"It's kind of a special talent she has," said Peter.
Virginia then turned to Davy.
"That must leave, not that tall, but a big heart, Davy right?" she asked.
"That's me," said Davy.
"Well, now that we all have introduced ourselves, why don’t you guys come in,” said Virginia.

The guys were quite surprised that Peter's Mom was so sweet.
"Here it is. It's not much, but we're happy here," said Virginia, as she led the guys into the house.
"You got a groovy house," said Micky.
"Yeah, all the comforts of home," said Peter.
"This is your home shotgun," said Mike with a laugh.
"I agree, it's a nice house," said Davy.
"Why thank you,” said Virginia, “Why don't you boys make yourself at home in the living room, and I'll get you some lemonade. You must be tired after your long trip."
The guys settled into the living room, and a few seconds later, Virginia came in with a tray of lemonade.
The guys thanked her and accepted the glasses. The lemonade tasted great, not too sweet, and not too sour.
"So, where's everybody?" Peter asked.
"Your Father's teaching a summer course at the college, your brother Nick is with his friends by the mill, helping getting the floats ready for the 4th parade, your other brother Chris is at the brook, trying to get his boat to sail for the toy boat race, and your sister Ann, is playing at a friends' house," Virginia answered.

"Dad teaches in the summer now too?" Peter asked.
"Yes, he really loves to teach," Virginia replied, "And with your siblings going to college in a few years, he decided to take on a few summer courses."
Peter just stared at his glass and didn't reply. The other Monkees noticed this, but didn't say anything. Mike broke the silence.
"Well, I'll go get the luggage from the car."
"We'll help." Micky replied as the others went outside to grab the luggage and equipment.
Virginia looked at all the stuff they brought.
"My, how did you fit all that in the car?" She asked.
"Careful planning." Micky replied with a smile.
"There's some space on the back porch-don't worry, it has a screen around it-where you boys can set up and rehearse if you'd like." Peter's mom replied.
"Thanks, Mrs...I mean, Virginia." Mike said.
So the Monkees left their equipment on the back porch, and then went up to their room to rest. Peter was still kinda quiet after his Mom's remark about his dad.
"What's the matter, Peter?" Davy asked, sitting next to him on the bed.
"Oh, nothing." Peter said quietly.
"You got real quiet after you found out about your Dad." Mike added.
Peter looked at his friends, and decided to tell them about his relationship with his Dad.
"My Dad is very smart." He said quietly, "He was in the top of his class in school. It wasn't long before he got a degree in science and began to teach at the local college."
Peter got up and began to walk around the room.
"From the beginning, my Dad always impressed upon me and my brothers and sister the value of education. I did my best in school to please him. While in high school, my Dad began to tell me how proud he would be if I became a teacher like himself."
"He wanted you to teach school too?" Micky asked.
Peter nodded, "Yeah, but I had no desire to do that. Music is my life. But my Dad always saw music as a hobby, and wanted me to go to college and become a teacher like himself."
Peter's face grew sad as he remembered what happened.
"When I told him I wanted to be a musician, a rock musician, my Dad hit the roof. If I wanted to do classical music, that might've been acceptable to him, but not rock and roll. I couldn't take it, so I gathered up my savings, backed my bags and my guitar, and headed out to California, where eventually I met you three."
The other three Monkees were stunned by all this. They had known Peter's Dad wasn't too happy about his life, but didn't know he had wanted Peter to follow in his footsteps.
"We're sorry, Peter. We didn't know." Mike said.
"Yeah, we made up, kind of." Peter replied, "I just hope we can mend fences once again."
"Don't worry, Peter, we'll be with you." Davy said, patting him on the back.

"It's a good thing we have that spare cot your father got in the war," said Virginia, showing the guys the guestroom, that already had two twin beds where they were staying, while Peter would stay in his old room.
"Which reminds me, he should be home soon."
Peter wasn't really looking forward to hearing his father making a comment about his choice of career, or how long his hair was growing.
He then came up with a plan.
"Say, do you guys mind if I show you around town?” Peter asked his band mates.
Although the guys were tired from their long car trip, they answered yes.
"Mom, I'm showing the guys are town, maybe we're go the mill and meet Nick." said Peter.
"Ok, by the way, tell Nick it's his turn to do the dishes," said Virginia with a laugh.
And the guys headed off.

Since it was such a nice day, and being cooped up in a car, the guys decided to walk around the town.
"Here we are, the old mill. The guys then noticed a young man pushing a float. Peter recognized the person right away.
"Nick!" he called to the person.
It was indeed Peter's brother. Nick went up to meet his brother.
"Hey Peter, Mike, Micky, Davy, what are you guys doing here?" asked Nick.
The guys got to meet Nick, when he came to California a few months ago for spring break.
"We're playing at a concert for the 4th," said Davy.
"Hey that's a pretty groovy looking float there," said Micky.
"Thanks, it took me several days to make it, but I think it looks great," said Nick.
"To me it looks likes a bunch of painted tissues glued together," said a voice from behind them.
Everyone turned around, and saw a group of guys around the same age as the Monkees, but were muscular built and had crew cut hairstyles.
"Well well well, if it isn't Petey Dork and his brother Dork Jr.," said the same person.
"Oh hi there Bill, Tom and Jim," said Peter.
"You know these guys?" Mike asked Peter.
"I just went to school with these guys," said Peter.
"I see you bought your city slicker friends with you," said Bill.
"But I'm not from the city, I'm English," said Davy.
"Oh, a red coat," said Jim.
"Hey, that's not nice," said Peter.
"Oh, what are you gonna do, tell your Daddy?" asked Ted with a laugh.
"Come on you guys, let's blow these kiddies and hang out in town with the "grown-ups," said Bill.
And the three bullies took off with a laugh.
"I'm guess that they were the bullies at your school Peter," said Davy.
"They weren't class messengers," said Micky.
"Those guys think they're so cool, just because they win every contest and float prizes every 4th," said Nick.
"What do you mean?" asked Davy.
"Besides a parade, there's a best float prize, a pie eating contest, egg toss, and a cow milking competition."
"We'll they won't be the winners this years," said Mike.
"What do you mean?" asked Peter.
"I'm saying we should enter the contests."
"Have you guys ever entered those type of contest before?" asked Nick.
"You know, I placed in a pie eating contest at a fair in England," said Davy.
"What place?" Peter asked.
"Last, but I can try it again."
"I won a prize at school for and egg tossing game," said Micky.
"Which prize?" Mike asked.
"Last, I dropped the egg before the game, but it's worth another try."
"And I used to milk cows on Aunt Kate's ranch," said Mike.
"Chris, where do you sign up to participate in the contest?" asked Peter.
"Right at the mill," Nick answered.
So Davy signed up for the pie eating, Micky signed for the egg toss, and Mike the cow milking competition.
So after Micky, Mike and Davy signed up for the various competitions, Nick looked proudly at his brother's friends.
"You guys are groovy. You'll show those bullies."
Peter smiled and draped an arm around his brother's shoulders.
"It's about time they were knocked down a peg or two." He said, then turned serious.
"By the way, Mom said it's your turn to do the dishes."
"Aw, I was hoping she'd forget." Nick said, shaking his head. "I guess I better get home then."
Nick picked up his float and started back home. Peter and the other Monkees stayed where they were. Chris looked back at his brother.
"You guys coming? Dad should be home from teaching."
Peter shrugged and then he and the others followed Nick back home.
Before they arrived back at the house. Peter took Nick by the arm.
"What's the matter, Peter?" Nick asked.
"Tell me. Is Dad still...upset with me?" Peter asked.
"It's hard to say, Peter." Nick said, "He doesn't talk about you much, but he is interested in what you tell Mom in your letters home."
Peter simply nodded and the group continued their journey.

A few minutes later, Nick, Peter and the others walked up the sidewalk of the Tork home. Just as they were going up the porch steps, the front door swung open. Standing inside the door was a stern-looking middle-aged man wearing glasses and a mustache. He looked like an older version of Peter. The group came to a halt halfway up the steps.
"Hi, Dad." Peter said quietly.

John Tork looked over Peter's shoulder at the other four on the steps, then back up at Peter. He grunted, then asked, "Who're they?"
Peter looked over his shoulder, and motioned for the others to come up on the porch with him. "Oh," he said, "These are my friends and roommates from California," he decided it wouldn't be best to bring up the subject of his rock group, "Micky, Davy, and Mike. Guys, this is my dad."
Each Monkee solemnly shook John's hand, then he looked back at Peter. "How long you gonna be staying?"
"We're not sure, a couple days, maybe a week. At least through July fourth."
Just then, Virginia called everyone to dinner from inside the house. The smell of fried chicken reached the three Monkees' nostrils, and they ran inside, followed by Chris. After living off of gas station food for a few days, they welcomed some good home cooking.
As Peter walked through the doorway, his dad called him back outside. A little reluctantly, the blond turned back to his father. John looked Peter up and down, then a slight smile crossed his face. "It's good to have you home," he said.
"It's good to be home," Peter replied, "But we'd better get inside before all the chicken is gone. Micky looks skinny, but he can sure put a lot away!" With a slight laugh, John stood up and walked inside with his son.

During dinner, the guys told John, Virginia as well as Nick, Chris and Anne, who were glad to see their big brother Peter home about the adventures they've had in California.
"Did you really get to meet a King and Queen?" asked Anne, referring to the times the Monkees met Prince Ludlow and Queen Wendy.
"Yep, and we were made members of the royal court too," said Peter.
"Wow."
"And you guys got to sail on a pirate ship?" asked Chris, who loves boats.
"Not real pirates, but it felt like it," said Mike.
"Cool."
"That's not all, they just signed up to participate in the Fourth of July contest," said Nick.
"Really, which ones?" asked Virginia.
"I'd signed up for the egg toss," said Micky.
"I'm doing the pie eating contest," said Davy.
"I'm in the cow milking competition," said Mike.
"Plus you got that show to perform at too," said Nick.
"Don't worry, we'll have time to practice for both," said Mike.
"I'm sure you boys will win, but be aware of those boys," said John.
"You mean Jim, Bob, and Ted?” Asked Peter.
"Nick told us they win ever year," said Davy.
"They might have won by cheating, just like they did when I taught them," said John.

The next day, the guys were at the mill, practice for the contests.
Virginia baked a pie for Davy, which he ate while Nick timed him; Mike was milking on of the cows in the barn, with the help of a timer, while Peter helped Micky practicing the egg toss.

When Micky missed one of the eggs, the guys heard a voice.
"Nice try, but you’re supposed to catch the egg," said the voice.
Everyone turned to see a young woman standing there.
She had blonde-brown hair and was dressed in a pair of jeans and a peasant top.
Peter recognized the person right away.
"Maryann," he said walking up to the woman.
"It's great to see you again Peter," said Maryann, giving Peter a hug.
"Maryann, I want you to meet my friends from Ca, Mike, Davy and Micky.
Maryann politely shook hands with the guys, but had to laugh, after seeing Davy had some blueberry jam on the side of his face from when he was practice pie eating.
"Ah, isn't that sweet," said a voice.
"Yeah, little Petey's got a girlfriend," said another voice.
"Hey, Petey, if Maryann likes you so much, how come she didn't go to the dance with you in High School," said yet another voice.
Everyone knew it was Bob, Ted and Jim standing behind them.
"I did go to the dance with any of you clowns either," said Maryann, who hated Bob, Ted and Jim as much as Peter did.
"What are you guys doing here anyway?" asked Mike.
"We were practice, and wanting to check out the pathetic competition," said Bob.
"Well, I was on my way to go ride my hose at the ranch and was wondering if," said Maryann, who was interrupted by Ted who said, "We'd love to come with you."
"I was actually going to invite Peter, Nick and his friends," said Maryann.
But Jim, Ted and Bob went with Maryann and the Monkees and Nick to the ranch.

At the ranch, the guys watched and were impressed by Maryann's riding.
"That was great," said Mike.
"You really are a wonderful rider," said Micky.
"Maryann's won many awards for riding," said Peter.
"I never met anyone who can ride like that," said Davy.
"Thank you, said Maryann with a blush, You Peter and I used to ride together all the time."
"I wasn't as good as you Maryann," said Peter.
"No, I'd like to see the way you ride Petey," said Jim.
"Yeah you and your city slicker friends," said Ted.
"This should be a sight," said Bob.
"I don't know," said Peter.
At that moment, Bob, Ted and Jim began to cluck like chickens.
"Come on fellas, let's show them," said Mike.
"I'll do it, but you know, you really shouldn't ride on a full stomach," said Davy.
"Are you sure we should?' asked Peter.
"Don't worry Peter, this riding stuff looks pretty easy," said Micky.
So the guys got on some horses and began to ride.
Unfortunately, the guys had a lot trouble with riding.
"Whoa boy whoa!" said Micky.
"Stop please!" said Mike.
"Simon says stop!" said Davy.
"Just hang on guys," said Peter, who had the most control of his horse.
"Please be careful," called Maryann.
Meanwhile, Ted, Jim and Bob were laughing at the sight.
Suddenly, all four horses stopped.
Luckily for the guys, the horses stopped in safe spots.
Mike fell in a haystack, Davy landed in a horses drinking stall, and Micky landed in mud.
Only Peter stayed on his horse, by holding on to the reins, after remembering what he learned from Maryann.
Maryann gasped after witnessing what happened and hoped the guys weren't hurt, meanwhile, Bob Jim and Ted were laughing their heads off.
"Are you guys ok?" Peter asked.
"I'm fine, good thing that this haystack was there," said Mike, picking hay out of hair.
"What about you Davy?"
"A little wet, but noting broken," Davy answered.
"You alright there Micky?" Peter asked.
"Yeah, luckily the mud broke my fall," Micky answered.
"Hey city slicker, that may look like mud," said Jim.
"Yeah, but some of it don't smell like it," said Bob.
The Monkees and Maryann had quite enough of Bob, Jim and Ted's smart remarks.
"I think you three should leave." Maryann said, glaring at them.
"Yeah, go back under that rock you three came from." Micky said, getting up off the ground.
"Oh, you gonna make us, city slicker?" Bob said, as he and his friends came closer.
"We don't make trash, we burn it." Mike said, standing next to Micky.
"Perhaps you need a mud bath too, Tex." Jim growled.
Bob, Jim and Ted charged Mike and Micky, but at the last second, they stepped aside and the three of them slipped on the mud and went down. Quickly, the Monkees and Maryann dumped hay on them, so that the hay would stick to their clothes and skin. In a few seconds, the three bullies were covered in hay and mud. It was now the Monkees and Maryann's turn to laugh, along with the other riders at the ranch.
"We'll get you city slickers for this!" Ted yelled, shaking a fist at them.
"You boys are ones who look pretty slick right now!" Davy laughed.
"Not to mention you stink." Maryann added.
The three bullies got up and walked away, still trying to pull off all the hay covering their bodies. Maryann turned to Peter and his friends.
"C'mon, Davy and Micky." She said, "I'm good friends with the daughter of the owner here. You can bathe and get into some clean clothes."
"Thanks, Maryann." Micky said as he followed her back to the ranch house.

After Micky and Davy cleaned up, they went back to Peter's house. Peter's family was shocked but not surprised when they were told what had happened.
"Those three were always trouble." Mr. Tork said, shaking his head. "I lost count how many times I gave them detention or talked to their parents about their behavior, but they never changed."
"At least you gave them a taste of their own medicine." Chris said proudly.
"Yeah, but we're gonna have to watch our backs a lot better." Peter said, "At least until we leave."
"Well, the contests will be soon." Virginia said, "So you'll have to watch out."

The next day, the guys were at the mill practice for their various contests. Unlike yesterday, Jim, Bob and Ted were nowhere to be found. Mike went into the barn to practice his cow milking. The barn appeared to be deserted, except for a few cows waiting patiently to be milked. Since the others were busy, Mike had gone in alone with just a bucket and a timer. Mike started the timer and got to work milking. He was slowly getting the hang of it and his hands didn't hurt as they did yesterday.
Mike was so involved in his milking, he didn't notice the shadow fall upon the cow he was working on. He did notice the heavy object hitting the back of his head and his world going black.

A little ways away from the barn, Peter was tossing eggs to Micky, when Maryann happened to notice smoke rising a short distance away.
"Hey, look!" Maryann exclaimed, right after Peter had thrown an egg. Micky looked away from the egg to Maryann and the egg landed right on his head.
"That wasn't funny, Maryann." Micky said, then noticed both she and Peter looking at the smoke.
"I think it's coming from the barn." Peter said.
Davy joined them when he also saw the smoke.
"I think Mike went to the barn to practice milking." He said.
The four of them rushed over to see the barn in flames!
"MIKE!!" They shouted.
"I'll get the cows out, you three look for Mike." Maryann said.
They all rushed into the barn. The hay inside was on fire. As Maryann began to lead the cows out, Micky noticed a pair of legs half-stuck out of a haystack.
"Mike!" Micky yelled, as he and the other two ran over.
They quickly pulled Mike from under the hay and carried him out of the barn. Davy then helped Maryann lead the cows out while Peter ran to call the fire department.

A few minutes later, the fire department came and put out the blaze. Luckily, Maryann and Davy had removed all of the cows and the firemen were able to quickly contain the fire and kept it from spreading.
By this time, Mike was awake and sitting on the grass surrounded by the others. He had told them what had happened.
"It had to be Jim, Bob and Ted." Micky said angrily.
"We have no proof." Maryann replied, shaking her head.
Peter's family came running over. Word of the fire had quickly spread.
"Is everyone alright?" John Tork asked.
"We're fine, Dad." Peter answered. "The barn isn't so lucky, but Mike and the cows are safe."
"That's good to hear." Virginia said, "There's another barn down the road the cows can be placed. The July 4th contests will still go on."
"I think I know who did this." Nick said.
"We all do." Mike replied, "But they won't stop us from entering the contests."
Everyone nodded their heads in agreement.

A half hour later found the four Monkees and Maryann on the front porch sipping iced tea, courtesy of Mrs. Tork. She came out of the house and asked, "Refills, anyone?" Peter thankfully accepted a refill, but the others refused.
"Two glasses is enough, Virginia," Davy said, then looked by where the barn stood smoldering and sat back in thought.
Noticing his strange expression, Mike asked, "What is it, shotgun?"
"I was wondering," the Englishman began, "if we should go look around the barn for any evidence."
"Good idea!" Maryann stated. "The smoke is almost all cleared away, and it shouldn't be too hot over there anymore."
"Now you boys be careful," Virginia cautioned, "That barn is all eaten up on the inside and ready to collapse. I think we've had enough excitement for one day, so please try to stay out of trouble."
"Will do, mom," Peter promised as they headed down from the porch.

A few minutes later they reached the barn, once red, but now sort of a blackish-brown. "Eeghw, it's a mess!" Micky commented, "Where should we start??"
"Well, I think we should split up and surround the area," Mike suggested. "Shout if you find anything, okay?"
The five spread out around the barn, each looking in a different spot: Peter searched in some singed trees, Maryann examined the shack nearby, Davy examined the water trough, Mike searched the outside of the barn, and Micky started down a path by the barn.
Before long, Micky looked down and noticed something. Footprints! He called out to the others and it wasn't long before they came running.
"That's them all right," Peter said, examining the prints, "No one else in town has feet that big! We'll have to show these to the police!"
"That won't be necessary," an unmistakable voice sounded behind them and they turned around to see Jim, Bob, and Ted!
"You can't stop us!" Micky said heroically, "You're outnumbered five to three!"
"Oh, yeah?" Bob asked, and four other guys, just as big as the bullies, stepped out from the nearby trees. "Meet my cousins, Fred, Tom, Hank and Sam."
Jim, Bob, Ted, Fred, Tom, Hank and Sam had the four Monkees and Maryann surrounded. The guys formed a circle around Maryann.
"You're all coming with us." Jim said nastily. "We're gonna show you city slickers what we do to people who can't mind their own business."
"Let Maryann go." Peter said.
"Aww, you afraid for her, big Pete?" Bob sneered. "Let's go or we'll have to get rough."
But before they could make a move, everyone heard sirens coming towards them. Without a word, the seven men quickly ran off. Greatly relieved, the Monkees and Maryann looked over to see several Bureau of Fire Inspection cars driving over.
"Whew, that was close." Micky said.
"Yeah, good thing the inspectors are here to investigate how the fire started." Mike said. "It shouldn't take them long to figure out it was arson."
"Let’s show them the footprints, too." Peter said.
"What about Jim's gang?" Davy asked.
"We can't prove anything." Maryann said, "They can claim they caught us snooping around."
"Which we were." Peter added.
The others hushed him as one of the inspectors came over.
"What are you five doing here?" He asked. "You can't be walking around. This barn could collapse and besides, we have to find out what happened here."
"We were just looking, sir." Micky said, "We found these footprints." He pointed to the ground.
"Ok, we'll get casts made of them. Thanks for your help, but I think it best if you stayed away for now." The inspector said.
"We will, thank you." Davy said as he and the others walked away.

As they walked back to Peter's house, the five of them decided not to say anything to Peter's family. As they climbed back on the porch, Maryann turned to the others.
"I have to go back to the ranch." She said, "I promised to help teach a new student how to ride."
"I'll go with you." Peter said.
"No that's ok, Peter." Maryann replied, "I'll be fine."
"We gotta rehearse anyway, Peter." Mike added, "It's been a few days since we did that."
"I'll see you later, then." Maryann said, giving Peter a kiss on the cheek.
"Bye, Maryann." The Monkees replied.

A short time later, the Monkees were rehearsing on the Tork's back porch. Mike was singing the lead in one of their newest songs.
"What am I doin' hanging 'round?" Mike sang, "I should be on that train and gone. I should be riding on that train to San Antone. What am I doing hangin' 'round?"
The song finished and Micky commented that that song was appropriate for what's happening to them.
"Well, we'll be gone in a few days, and those bullies..."
Mike's sentence was cut short as a knife slammed into the post a few inches above his head. The Monkees ducked down, but nothing else came at them. Gathering up his nerve, Mike stood up and looked at the knife imbedded in the porch post. The knife had a piece of paper stuck to it. Mike grabbed the paper and pulled it free.
"What is it, Mike?" Davy asked.
Mike's face went white as he read the letter aloud.
"Dear city slickers," Mike read, "We have Maryann. You boys will let us win the contests or she will be sorry. Do not tell anyone about this or go to the police. Signed, you know who."
"Oh, no. Maryann!" Peter cried, collapsing to the floor.
The others looked at each other in shock, unable to figure out what to do next. They picked Peter up and carried him inside. Micky, Mike and Davy decided to tell Virginia and Nick what had happened anyway.
The guys sat in the living room with Peter's folks trying to figure out what they we’re going to do.

"If you guys win the contest, something will happen to Maryann," said Peter.
"How can somebody do something like that?” Said Virginia.
"Not somebody, some bodies," said Mike.
"Not only do those guys want us to lose the contest," said Davy.
"But they want use to keep our mouths shut about what happened at the barn," Micky finished.
"I wonder when the police will have any proof that those trouble making boys did it," said John.
"According to the inspector, not for a few days," said Micky.
"But the events are the day after tomorrow," said Davy.
"What I want to know is how did that fire got started in the first place," said Mike.
"But all the police found were footprints," said Peter.

Awhile later, Virginia was still in the living room, playing a board game with Anne and Chris, John was in his study grading some papers, and the Monkees were holding a conference in Peter's room.
"I hope Maryann's ok," said Peter, lowering his head.
"Don't worry old buddy, I'm sure she's fine," said Mike.
Just then there was a knock at the door.
"Who's there?" Peter asked.
"It's me," said Nick from behind the door.
"Come in."
"Hey, you guys still talking about those jerks?" asked Nick.
"Yeah, plus how the firs at the barn got started," said Davy.
"I have a plan, it maybe crazy, but I think we can go down to the mill and see if the police missed anything."
"That does sound crazy," said Peter.
"But we'll do it," said Micky.
"And since you suggested that plan, you can come with us to help,” Peter said to Nick.
"Thanks bro," said Nick.
And the five of them worked on a plan.

After awhile of planning, the Monkees and Nick decided on what they were going to do.
They headed downstairs to see John was now playing a board game with Virginia, Anne and Chris.
"Where are you guys heading out to?" asked Virginia.
"We're going to the movies," said Nick.
Peter and Nick never lied to their folks, but this time they made an exception.
"Don't be out to late," said John.
"We won't," said Peter.
And the five took off.

"I hope we can find this place in the dark," said Micky.
"Don't worry, I know how to get there with my eyes closes," said Peter, who was driving since he was more familiar with the area.
"Well keep your eyes open so we don't crash," said Mike.
"Hey, I see something," said Davy, pointing to an object in the distance.
"What do you think it is?” asked Nick.
"Let's get a closer look, pull in Peter," said Mike.
Peter parked the car and they got out.
"Good thing we got some flashlights in the trunk," said Micky.
He popped the trunk opened and handed everyone a flashlight.
The guys shown the flashlights around the area and they found out what it was that Davy saw.
"Maryann!" cried Peter.
He ran up and hugged her.
Maryann looked scared, but unharmed.
"Are you ok?" he asked her.
"Yes, but you better get out of here, it's a trap!" said Maryann.
"A trap?"
Just then, everyone heard a noise that sounded like laughter.
"Well well well, looks like little Petey isn't such a dummy," said a voice.
The guys shown their flashlights on the spot where the noise was coming from.
It was indeed Jim, Bob, Ted, Fred, Tom, Hank and Sam.
"What are you guys doing here?" said Mike.
"We had a feeling you guys were gonna show up," said Bob.
"What do you want?" said Nick.
"Mind your business punk," said Jim, pushing Nick.
"Leave my brother alone," said Peter.
"Aww, isn't that sweet?" said Ted with a laugh.
"Yeah, Petey's playing big brother," said Hank, who was laughing as well.
"Hey now, quit that," said Davy.
"Back out shrimp!" said Fred.
"Watch it man," said Micky.
"Oh, now fuzzy wuzzy's gonna preach to us," said Sam.
"Look Petey, you got your little girlfriend back, so why don't you, your dorky brother, and city slicker pals split," said Tom.
Just then, they heard a siren.
"What's going on?" asked Tom.
The sound got closer to see it was a police car.
In fact there was another police car as well.
The police cars stopped and an officer got out of the first car.
"James and Thomas Yates, Robert and Frederick Douglas, Samuel, Hank and Theodore Powell," said the officer.
"Yeah," said Bob.
"Come with me."
At that moment, another policeman step out the first car and two more got out of the second car.
Bob and his gang grunted as they followed the officer.
"Where is your car?" asked another policeman.
"What's it to you?" Bob snapped.
"You better watch it young man," said the officer.
"Behind the mill," said Ted.
Two of the officers searched behind the mill and sure enough, there was the gang's car and they checked it out.
They popped the trunk to find gas cans, matches, and rope.
The police returned and spoke to the other officers for a few moments.
The officers took some handcuffs and placed them Bob, Jim, Ted, Fred, Tom, Hank and Sam.
"You boys are under arrest for arson, kidnapping, and property damages," said one officer.
"You were supposed to move the stuff into Peter's friends’ car, so it made it look like they did it," said Bob to Ted.
"Shut up," said Hank.
"Careful what you're saying there young man, you and your friends are in enough trouble already," said another officer.
Two policemen then placed Bob and his gang into both cars.
Meanwhile, the other two officers were talking to the Monkees and Maryann.
"How did you know it was them?” Mike asked one officer, who turned out to be the chief.
"Well, we got an anonymous tip that someone over heard them talking behind the college campus about what they did," said the chief.
"I wonder who it was,” said Davy.
"He should be here soon,” said another police officer.

Soon enough, a car pulled off and someone got out.
"Dad, what are you doing here?" asked Nick, who was surprised as well as Peter.
"You knew it was them?" said Micky.
"I noticed them walking near campus the other day on my way to a meeting, and overheard them talked about the fire, kidnapping Maryann, and placing the blame on you guys,” said John, “As soon as I got to the faculty center, I called the police. Plus, they also got the results of the prints that were found out the scene."
The guys and Nick thanked John for what he did.
The next day in the paper, the front story was about the fire at the mill.
Bob and his gang was sentenced to 18 months in jail, 5 years probation and 5,000 hours of community service.

The day after that was the big fourth of July parade and events.
Nick took first place for best float in the parade, Chris and Anne took place as well for the toy boat and potato sack race.
Davy then took his place for the pie-eating contest.
He won third place, losing to an eight-year-old freckled faced boy.
"Oh well, you can't win them all, you know," said Davy.
After that, Micky got ready for the egg toss.
By the end of the contest, he and a girl about twelve were left.
Unfortunately, Micky missed the egg and it landed on his head.
"Don't feel down about losing the contest Micky," said Virginia giving him some water to clean the egg yolk out of his hair.
"I'm cool about it, I won second place and that's better than went I played the game last time," said Micky.
"At least you didn't drop the egg," said Davy.
Everyone congratulated Mike, when he won first prize in the cow milking competition.
After that, the guys gave a performance at the bandstand. Everyone loved the music so much that they did two encores.
After the concert, Virginia treated the guys to a home campfire meal, a tradition that the family did every 4th. Maryann, who was in charge of running the petting zoo was invited too. Even from the backyard, they all got a good view of the fireworks that were going off.

The next day, the guys had to head back home.
"Thank you for the hospitality John and Virginia," said Mike.
"We had a very groovy time," said Micky.
"Come and visit us in California anytime," said Davy.
"We will," said Virginia.
"Yes, I'm entitled to some vacation time soon," said John.
"I better get going," said Peter, Thanks for everything.
He hugged his Mom, Dad, siblings, and Maryann, who was there to say goodbye.
Just then Maryann gave Peter a kiss.
"That's for saving my life," she said.
Peter kissed her back.
"That's my way of saying you're welcome," he said.
Peter said he will keep in touch with her and Maryann will do the same.
As the guys drove home, they agreed that this was a wonderful trip and they will never forget it.

The End

By: Larrysgirl, Mickys411 and Marmadas   Rated PG

"Micky!"
"Not now Mike, I'm busy!" He replied.
"You should be busy up here rehearsing with us!" Mike said sternly.
"Yeah, we have a big gig coming up soon." Peter added.
"I almost have my formula perfected." Micky said as he slowly added a red liquid to a blue one in a beaker.
"You said that before." Davy said, walking over to where Micky kept his chemistry set. "You never did tell us what you're trying to invent anyway."
"Something to make short people tall." Micky said with a big smile.
"Oh I thought it was something to help you improve your drumming." Davy shot back.
"My drumming is fine!" Micky retorted.
"Would you mind proving it?" Mike asked, indicating the drum kit.
Reluctantly, Micky put the beaker down and went behind his drum kit.
"Thank you." Mike said with a smile, "Now let's start."
The guys started to play 'Last Train to Clarksville'. Micky's drumming was ok, but his mind was on his latest invention.
"Micky!" Mike shouted at him.
"Huh, what?" Micky asked.
"You can stop playing now. The song is over." Mike said.
Micky smiled sheepishly and stopped playing.
"Man this latest invention sure has you distracted." Peter said, "What's it all about?"
"I'm trying to invent something a typist can use to cover up any mistakes." Micky replied.
"An eraser?" Davy asked.
"No, a white liquid that can be applied to paper to hide an error and then be typed over again."
"That might be useful." Peter said, "The typist can keep on going instead of starting over again."
"Sort of like a liquid paper." Mike added.
"Hey, that's a good name for it Mike!" Micky said, "The problem is that the stuff I'm using keeps canceling each other out. Instead of turning white like paper...it becomes clear, almost invisible."
"That's not good." Davy commented.
"I'm sure you'll get it right, Micky." Mike said, "But let’s keep playing. We really need this gig coming up."
"We always need a gig." Davy said.
The others chuckled and went back to rehearsing.

Later that evening, Micky was back working at his test tubes while the others watched TV.
"Take a break, Micky." Peter said, "You can't keep standing there all night."
"I almost have it perfected." Micky said.
"You said that before." Davy replied.
"Let him be." Mike to Davy, "At least we know where he's at at all times."
"Ha ha." Micky smirked.
A while later, Mike noticed the time and suggested they all go to bed.
"You three go up." Micky said, "I'll be up soon."
"No, you're coming to bed now, Micky." Mike told him. "Give it a rest for tonight. You'll get it soon."
"But Mike..." Micky pleaded.
But Micky was picked up by his band mates and carried upstairs to his bedroom.

Later that night, Micky tossed and turned in bed, wondering what he was doing wrong. Why wasn't his formula working? As he lay there, he thought over all the different chemicals he had used and wondered if any of them would work if used with another. Then suddenly he realized what he must've been doing wrong!
Throwing off his covers, Micky tiptoed downstairs and over to his chemistry set. Putting on a small lamp, he began to pour chemicals into a large beaker. He looked at a small tube of amber colored liquid.
"Yes, this is the one." He smiled.
Micky poured it in with the other chemicals...and suddenly the contents of the beaker began to foam up and bubble. Startled, Micky put the beaker down and looked at what was happening.
Suddenly, the beaker exploded, splashing Micky with the contents! Micky was covered with the stuff!
Oddly, he didn't feel any pain, just a tingling sensation all over his body. The lights came on in the bedrooms, and the other Monkees came racing out of their rooms.
"What's going on?" Davy yelled.
"It's just me, Davy." Micky said, "One of my experiments blew up in my face."
Peter turned on the light. He saw the chemistry set and the broken test tube, but no Micky!
"Where are you, Micky?" He asked.
"Right here, Peter." Micky said, "I'm fine."
"Where here, Micky." Peter said, "I can't see you."
"I'm standing right in front of you, Peter!" Micky said, getting annoyed.
"Quit playing, Micky." Davy said, "Come out from hiding."
"Are you two crazy?" Micky asked. "I'm standing in front of you both?"
"What's going on?" Mike said as he came downstairs.
"Micky was fooling around with his chemistry set and had an accident." Davy said, "Now he's hiding from us."
"No I'm not!" Micky shouted, "I'm right here!"
"Micky, get over here." Mike said sternly.
Micky was really getting scared now. Why couldn't his friends see him? He looked at his hands...and didn't see them! He ran over to a mirror on the wall...and couldn't see himself!
"Guys...I'm invisible." He said. "I'm invisible, how is this possible?" asked Micky, who was now really scared.
"Maybe if you didn't play around with that stupid chemistry set you wouldn't be in this mess," said Davy.
"I hate to say it, but I think Davy's right," said Peter.
"Sure Peter, take Davy's side," said Micky.
"I'm not taking sides," said Peter.
"Guys, this is not about taking sides, it's about…" said Mike, who got interrupted by the others.
"I thought you were gonna stop with experiments after you turned Babbitt into a baby," said Davy.
"I didn't make him drink that stuff," said Micky.
"Quiet!" yelled Mike.
Everyone stopped talking.
"Now,” Mike continued, "We have to do something to make Micky visible again."
"How?" Davy asked.
"Maybe this stuff washes off," said Peter.
He got a pitcher from the kitchen cupboard, filled it with some water, and went back to the guys.
"Micky, where are you?" Peter asked.
"I'm sitting on the couch," Micky answered.
Peter approached the couch and splashed water on it.
"Well, that didn't do the trick,” said Micky, “Not only am I still invisible, but I'm also wet.”

Micky stood up and walked over to the kitchen to grab a towel to dry off. While walking there, Mike bumped into him while walking in another direction.
"Sorry, Micky." Mike said.
"It's alright." Micky replied as he took a towel and dried himself off. Even though he rubbed thoroughly, he still remained invisible to everyone.
"Maybe you should put a cloth or some clothing on so we can at least know where you are." Davy suggested.
"Good idea, Davy." Micky replied, then walked up to his room. In a few minutes, he came back down wearing a robe.
The other Monkees were a little spooked seeing a bathrobe move around the pad by itself.
"Now we gotta get you back to normal, Micky." Mike said, "Do you know what you used to get that way?"
"Yeah, I mixed Anacanapanasan with Whatziz and it blew up and soaked me." Micky replied.
"Do you know of any antidote?" Davy asked.
"No, I don't." Micky replied. "I was still trying to find the right formula."
"If water didn't work," Peter chimed in, "Let's try other things."
So the guys used soap and water, rubbing alcohol, lemon juice and other stuff on Micky's skin...but Micky was still invisible. Micky mixed up some potions and poured them on himself, but had no luck at all.
"It must've really soaked me," Micky said sadly, "Down to the molecular level."
"Let's go back to sleep." Mike said, "Maybe we can think up something in the morning."
The others, including Micky, agreed and went back to bed. Micky still couldn't sleep, wondering what he could do to get back to normal.

The next morning, Mike got up and went over to Micky's bed.
"Time to get up, Mick." He said.
"I'm already up, Mike." Micky said from behind him.
Mike jumped a foot in the air and turned around.
"Don't do that!" Mike exclaimed at the empty air in front of him.
"Don't do what, Mike?" Micky said, now standing behind Mike.
"Micky..." Mike warned.
"Ok, Mike." Micky said with a chuckle, "I'll put on some clothes so you can see me."
Micky pulled on a pair of pants and a shirt.
"There. Happy?" Micky asked.
"Yeah, let's have breakfast."
Breakfast was an odd affair, what with a knife and fork seemingly moving on their own. Though they knew Micky was there, it was a little unsettling to see stuff move without seeing anyone move it.
After breakfast, the Monkee sat down in the living room to discuss what to do with Micky.
"I'm really sorry about this guys." Micky said, "I had no idea this would happen."
"You gotta be careful, Micky." Davy said, "Chemicals are nothing to fool around with."
"I thought I was careful." Micky said quietly.
"How can we help Micky?" Peter said to the others.
It was quiet for a long time in the pad. Finally, Mike spoke up.
"I guess it's time for us to visit our friendly neighborhood scientist." He said.
"Before we go visit this scientist, there's something I always wanted to do," said Micky.
"What's that?" asked Davy.
"Follow me."

Micky placed a baseball cap on, so the guys will see him better and what he was planning on doing. Mike, Peter and Davy followed their friend outside to the house next door, which was Babbit's house.
He saw through the window that Mr. Babbitt was sleeping on his couch. Micky giggled and took the baseball cap off.
"Micky, what are you doing?" asked Mike.
"Are you going to do what we think you're going to do?" asked Davy.
"Are you going to do what we think you're going to do, even though I don't really know what you're going to do?" asked Peter.
The guys gave Peter an odd look for what he just said and shook their heads.
Micky then turned the doorknob and to his surprise, it was unlocked. He opened the door and let himself in.
Micky approached Babbitt who was still sound asleep on the couch. Micky then cleared his throat and began to make noises.
"OOOOHHHHH!!! OOOOOOOHHHH!" he went.
Babbitt woke up right away.
"What was that?" asked Babbitt, who was more angry than scared since someone or something disturbed him while trying to take a nap.
"Greetings Babbitt," said a voice, who was really Micky, talking in a spooky sounding voice.
"Who said that?"
"Peek-a-boo, I see you."
"What do you want?"
"I want you to be nice to those musician boys who live next door, especially that honest looking handsome faced curly headed one…And that they don't have to pay rent for a month."
"And if I r..rr..refuse?" asked Babbitt, who was now beginning to be scared.
"Then I shall have to stay here and haunt yooooouu!" said Micky, still sounding spooky.
Babbitt was now terrified. "No, no don't do that!" He shouted.
Micky picked up the blanket that was lying across Babbit's legs and began to wave it around the room.
"Booooo!" Micky said spookily.
"Ok! I'll be nice to the Monkees, they won't have to pay rent for two months!" Babbitt shouted.
Outside, the other three Monkees could hardly hold in their laughter.
"Very well. But I'll be watching!" Micky said, then threw the blanket over Babbit's head. As Babbitt fumbled with the blanket, Micky quickly exited the house.
The four Monkees quickly raced back to their house and managed to get inside before falling on the floor in hysterics.
"Micky, that was terrific!" Davy said, gasping with laughter.
Even Mike thought the whole thing was funny.
"At least we'll get a two month reprieve." He giggled.
"Or two months without paying rent." Peter said with a laugh.
Finally, the guys stopped laughing and picked themselves up off the floor. Mike walked over to the phone book and looked up the number to a research lab that was nearby.
"Hmm." Mike said, "Here's a guy that might help you Micky. His name is Dr. Frank N. Stein. He does research on the human body."
"Does he live far?" Micky asked.
"No, just a few blocks away at 1313 Mockingbird Lane." Mike replied.
"Well, let's go!" Micky said.
"Not so fast, shotgun." Mike said, "Aren't you forgetting something?"
Micky realized he didn't have anything on so he could be seen.
"Oh, yeah, let me put on something."
Micky went back upstairs and put on a hat, coat and a pair of slacks and shoes.
"How's this?" Micky asked.
At least we'll know where you are." Peter said.
"Well, let's go." Mike said, "We gotta get Micky back to normal-or something close to that..."
"Hey!" Micky said.
"Just kidding Mick." Mike laughed as they left the pad.

Mike drove over to 1313 Mockingbird lane. It was a quiet area of town, with a few old houses still standing. The house they wanted was an old wooden frame house that had seen better days. Making sure nobody was around, the Monkees got out of the car and walked up to the front door.
The front door had a sign on it that read:
Dr. Frank N. Stein
Scientist
Genius
Really Smart Guy
office hours by appointment
"We don't have an appointment." Davy said.
"I think we'll get one once he sees Micky." Peter said.
"You mean doesn't see Micky." Davy replied.
With a shrug, Mike knocked on the door.

The guys didn't waited for someone to invite them in, for the door opened on it's own.
"I guess that means we can come right in," said Mike.
So the Monkees walked into the office.
When the guys entered the building, they saw a young blonde woman, seated at a desk, looking over some paperwork.
She looked up as soon as the Monkees came in, due to a bell being attached to the door.
"Good afternoon gentlemen." said the woman, “Can I help you?"
"Yes ma'am, I know we don't have an appointment, but we need to see Dr. Frank N. Stein," said Mike.
"What seems to be the matter with your friend?" asked the woman.
"He's invisible," said Peter.
The woman gave the Monkees a strange look as if she didn't believe them.
"You know, I think you better…" Davy said to Micky.
Micky nodded and took the coat off.
The woman screamed and fainted.
"I guess that means I can't ask her out on a date." said Davy.
"Never mind about that," said Mike.
"Yeah, what about Micky?" asked Peter.
"Yeah, what about me?" Micky asked.
Just then, a middle-aged man popped his head out from behind a door.
"What seems to be the commotion in here?" asked the man.
"Excuse me sir, we're here to see Dr. Frank N. Stein," said Mike.
"You talking to him."
"You're Dr. Frank N. Stein?" asked Peter.
"Yes young man, said the doctor, "What Can I do for you boys?"
"Well you see doctor, our friend became invisible after a accident," said Davy.
"Is your friend with you?"
"That will be me sir," said Micky, who once again removed the coat.
As he did it, the woman was getting up from fainting, but when she saw that there was no one under the coat once more, she fainted again.
"I may be able to help you young man, come this way," said the doctor to Micky.
Micky followed the doctor.
"Can we come in too?" Mike asked Dr. Stein.
"Sure, why not?" The doctor said with a smile and let the other three Monkees inside his lab.
They all walked down a short hallway and it led into a medical lab. There were tables there on which sat several test tubes containing liquids of all colors. The Doc motioned for Micky to climb up on an exam table, which he did. Then he got everyone's names and when and where the accident happened. The doc looked at where Micky was supposed to be for several seconds before speaking.
"I have to admit this is a first for me." Dr. Stein said. "To examine the effects of invisibility on a human being."
"It's new to me too, Doc." Micky said.
"What did you splash on yourself?" Dr. Stein asked.
"Anacanapanasan and Whatziz." Micky replied.
"That's a very dangerous combination." The doctor told him. "You are lucky it didn't burn your skin off."
Doctor Stein took a weird-looking magnifying glass with red and blue lights on it and tried to look at Micky's skin.
"Hmmm...still not able to see the structure of your skin." He mused.
He took some blue dye and painted the back of Micky's hand. Then he looked at the skin again.
"Ah, much better!" The doctor exclaimed. "It seems that whatever was splashed on your skin was absorbed by the pores all the way down to the subcutaneous level, totally changing its cell structure and making it invisible!"
"We tried to wash it off." Peter said, "But nothing worked."
"Washing only affects the upper dermal layer." The doc said, "You need something similar to what was splashed on his skin in the first place."
"Like what?" Davy asked.
"I'll need a skin sample to find out for sure." The doctor replied.
"Skin sample?!" Micky shouted.
"I'll only need a few flakes, Micky." Dr. Stein replied, "It won't hurt a bit."
Micky looked dubious but let the doctor scrape a device across his forearm. The Doctor took the skin samples and placed them in a test tube filled with a red liquid.
"Now what happens?" Mike asked.
"When the skin is dissolved, it will change this liquid into a different color." The doctor replied. "When that happens, I'll put it into this machine," He pointed to what looked like an oven, "and find out the exact chemical structure of the invisibility formula!"
"Then you can find an antidote?" Micky asked hopefully, "I mean it was fun scaring our landlord...but I'd like to get back to normal."
"Oh, don't worry, young man." Dr. Stein said, "I'll find the antidote for you."
And I'll be rich, the doctor thought to himself.

In the outer office, Dr. Stein's secretary finally recovered enough from seeing or rather not seeing Micky and reached for the phone on her desk. Making sure the door to the doctor's lab was shut, she picked up the receiver and dialed a special number.
After several rings, a man with a foreign accent answered.
"Hello?" The man said.
"Boris, this is Natasha." Natasha whispered, slipping into her true accent. "I think all this time working at the good doctor's office has finally paid off."
"Speak quickly, this line might be bugged." Boris snapped.
"He is examining a young man in his lab right now." Natasha said quietly.
"So what?" Boris replied.
"This young man is invisible!" Natasha said happily.
"Invisible?!" Boris asked, unable to believe his ears.
"Yes, I saw, er didn't see it with my own eyes!" Natasha answered.
"Find out how this young man came to be invisible." Boris told his partner, "Try and find a formula. If not, we will grab this young man and find out for ourselves."
"Yes, think of it, Boris!" Natasha said, "What our fearless leader could do with an invisible army!"
"It would save a bundle on uniforms." Boris answered, "I will inform him on what has occurred. Keep me posted."
"I will, Boris. Goodbye."
"Goodbye." Boris said.
Natasha put down the receiver and began to plot how she could get Micky's invisibility formula.
Micky sat up on the table and watched what was happening. Dr. Stein gasped as the red liquid in the tube turned to a iridescent liquid that shone all the colors of the rainbow.
"This is very extraordinary! I have never seen my red liquid turn this color before! No wonder I've never found the antidote for invisibleness!" 'Not that I've ever encountered it before,' he said to himself.
Next, he took the liquid over to an enormous machine, explaining as he did. "When I pour the liquid in here, the machine will calculate the exact chemical structure of the invisibility formula. It will then show it on that screen, there, along with possible formulas for antidotes."
He poured the liquid into a funnel on top of the machine. It then spiraled down through multiple looping tubes and into the main machine. The machine made a loud whirring sound, then spewed the liquid, now back to its original red, into a waiting test tube, and listed a formula on the screen.
"R6Yk45O67KLH10Bn2GsFe78" the doctor read.
"I've never heard of some of those elements before," Mike questioned the machine's accuracy.
"Almost no one has! In fact, some of them were just discovered by the great scientist Cedric Von Shnitzler!"
The Doctor then realized a horrible fact, "Oh no! It doesn't list any possible antidotes. I'll have to experiment myself! This may take some time, so make yourselves at home."
Dr. Frank N. Stein was mixing up different colored liquids, to see if he could come up with any possibilities for an antidote.
"I think this oughta do it," he said.
He poured some into a bottle, placed a squirt top on and shook it.
"Are you still on the table young man?" the doctor asked Micky.
"Yes I am," Micky answered.
Dr. Frank sprayed the liquid and he and the other Monkees watch to see if anything was going to happen. The four just looked in surprise.
"Did it work?" Micky asked.
He noticed the guys and the doctor were laughing.
"What's so funny?"
"Look in the mirror mate,” said Davy with a laugh.
Micky did just that and saw that he was visible, except he was rainbow colored, instead of his normal skin tone.
"AAAHHH!" he screamed.
"Let me try something else," said Dr. Frank N. Stein.
Meanwhile, the other Monkees were trying to hold back on their laughter

Once again, Dr. Frank N. Stein went back to work on trying to find an antidote for Micky. He poured the liquid down into the machine again and put the clear liquid back into the bottle.
"Let's see what happens now." He said.
He splashed Micky with the contents and Micky became invisible once again.
"Drat. At least I think I have the invisibility formula right, but no antidote yet." The doctor said.
"At least I don't look like a rainbow anymore." Micky said.
A long time passed and the doc tried to find a formula that worked, but he was having no luck. Finally, he put down a beaker of fluid.
"Tell you what, boys. I live in the top part of this house and I have some empty bedrooms. Why not stay the night while I work some more on the antidote?"
"Well, I dunno doc..." Mike said.
"Oh, c'mon Mike." Micky said, "I wanna be close by when he finds the right formula."
"Ok, we'll stay." Mike said, and Peter and Davy agreed also.
The doctor rang a bell and Natasha came into the lab.
"Natasha, could you show these gentlemen upstairs to the bedroom while I continue working?"
"Of course, Dr. Stein." She replied.
"After that, you can go home too."
"Thanks, doctor." Natasha smiled. "This way, please."
The Monkees followed her out of the lab and up a flight of steps into Dr. Stein's private quarters. She then showed them to a room with bunk beds for them to sleep.
"I hope you will be comfortable." The spy told them.
"We'll be fine, luv." Davy said, "By the way, are you busy tomorrow night?"
"Davy!" The others shouted.
"It's ok, gentlemen." Natasha smiled, then looked at where Micky was standing, a coat indicating where he was.
"I hope the doctor finds an antidote for you soon." She said.
"Yeah, me too." Micky replied.
"Goodnight." She smiled.
"Goodnight Natasha!" The guys replied.
Natasha shut the door and rolled her eyes. Quickly, she went downstairs and dialed Boris again.
"Well?" He demanded.
"The invisible one and his friends are staying over at the doctor's house tonight." Natasha said, quietly.
"Is Dr. Stein having any luck?" Boris asked.
"No, but he is working at it. Experience shows he will continue to work until he is successful."
"Let's hope so." Boris replied, "I have told fearless leader and he wants the formula soon-or it is a trip to Siberia for us!"
Natasha gulped. "We will get the formula or we'll kidnap the invisible one for him." She promised.
"Very well. I trust you will be staying there too?"
"I was told to go home, but I will sneak into the secret room and continue to spy." Natasha said.
"Excellent!" Boris said, "Let me know if you need help. Goodbye."
"Goodbye, Boris."
The Monkees sat up in their room, unable to go to sleep. Suddenly the doctor burst the door open.
"I think I found the cure!" he shrieked. "Hold out your arm, Micky."
The drummer did so, and a silver liquid was poured over his hand. Nothing happened at first, but after a few minutes, Micky's hand appeared very faintly, and very see-through. "I'm see-through!" he cried. "This is not right at all!"
"This is even worse!" Davy said, "Now you look like a disembodied ghost-hand!"
"Hmmm... this will take more work than I thought. You guys should really get your sleep."
"But how can we get to sleep if you keep barging in here?" Peter asked.
"Good point," the doctor admitted, "Micky, have you got an invisible shirt on under that jacket?"
"Yeah, why?" the drummer asked.
"Well, take it off. I can test on the shirt, and call you if anything begins to work. It won't have the exact formula as will be needed on your skin, but at least I'll be able to get it close."
Micky took off the jacket and began unbuttoning his shirt.
"You better hurry, man," Mike said, "The whole disembodied hand thing is starting to creep me out!"
"I will try extra hard." he grabbed the invisible shirt from the floating hand and rushed out of the room. After that, the monkees turned off the lights and eventually fell asleep.

Natasha hung up the phone, then looked carefully around the room. Convinced that no one was watching, she opened a drawer in her desk and pushed a hidden button. A panel of the wall slid open and she crept inside. Once the panel slide back, the spy made her way to the far end of the secret room and peered through two eyeholes. These holes led into the Doctor's lab, and acted as the eyes of a painting of Albert Einstein. Natasha waited and waited while watching the doctor fail experiment after experiment.
As time went on, Natasha was falling asleep watching Dr. Stein work on an antidote. She knew he would not give up until he was done.
Finally, the doctor poured a vial onto something...and a shirt appeared on the table!
"Eureka!" The doctor shouted. "It works, it works!"
Natasha almost cheered, then remembered she was supposed to be hidden.
"I'm going to be rich, rich, rich!" The doctor shouted, "Once I patent the formula!"
Not if I can help it, Natasha thought to herself. She watched as the doctor left the lab to tell the Monkees. The spy didn't know the formula was only for clothing and not for people. When the coast was clear, she left the secret room and called Boris.
"Hello?" Boris said sleepily.
"Boris, the doctor has the formula!" Natasha said in a happy whisper.
"You are sure?" Boris asked.
"Yes, I saw invisible shirt turn visible."
"Excellent!" Boris exclaimed, "Go steal the formula!"
"I can't, he hasn't written anything down." Natasha replied.
"Hmmm. Then we will steal doctor and have him give us the formula." Boris mused.
"He won't do it willingly." Natasha warned, "He has plans of being rich."
"Ah, these Americans always think of money!" Boris said with disgust, "But it doesn't matter. We have ways of making him cooperate!"
"What do you want me to do?" Natasha asked.
"Wait for me there. You and I will kidnap doctor and take him to our hideout."
"I'll be waiting, darling." Natasha cooed.
"Not while we're on duty, Natasha." Boris chided.

Upstairs, Dr. Stein knocked on the door and went inside the Monkees' room.
"Boys, I've got it!"
The Monkees were instantly up, even Micky.
"You got the formula?" Micky asked.
The doctor pulled Micky's shirt from behind his back.
"Here's your shirt, Micky." He smiled.
Micky reached for it and saw that his see-through hand was invisible again.
"Rats, I'm all invisible again." He said, as he put his shirt on.
"Just a little more work, and I'll have the formula to make your skin visible again." The doctor said, "It's morning now. Would you four like some breakfast?"
"Sure!" The guys replied and followed the doctor downstairs again.
When they got downstairs, they saw Natasha sitting behind her desk.
"You're here early, Natasha." Dr. Stein commented.
"Ah, yes, Dr. Stein." Natasha said, "There was some paper work I need to catch up on, so I came in early."
The doctor shrugged and led the Monkees into the kitchen.
As they sat down at the kitchen table, Mike looked at his band mates.
"Did you notice something about Natasha?" He asked.
"She's beautiful?" Davy replied.
"No, she was wearing the same clothes she wore yesterday." Mike said. "Plus, she looked kinda tired, like she hadn't slept last night."
The doctor placed cereal on the table and looked at Mike.
"Yeah, now that you mention it, Natasha has done that before." He said, "I don't know why. I pay her enough to afford enough clothes."
"Because I've been spending my nights spying on you, Dr. Stein!" Natasha's voice said.
Everyone turned to see Natasha standing in the doorway of the kitchen. With her was a short man with dark hair and a mustache. Both had guns in their hands.
"Natasha, what's the meaning of this?" Dr. Stein demanded.
"This means Boris and I are spies for Spotsylvania!" Natasha smirked. "And all those late nights have finally paid off!"
"How?" The doctor asked.
"We want your invisibility formula and the antidote." Boris said sternly, "Our Fearless Leader can make good use of it."
"No, you can't have it! I'm going to be rich!" Dr. Stein shouted.
The Monkees looked at the doctor in shock. They thought he was only interested in helping Micky.
"You don't have a choice in the matter." Boris said nastily, pointing his gun at the doctor.
"If you shoot me, you'll never get the formula." Doctor Stein replied.
"He's got you there." Peter replied.
"Shut up!" Natasha snapped.
While this was going on, Micky was slowly taking his shirt off, so that he would be completely invisible was again. Micky let his shirt slid to the floor and quietly stood up. He walked over to Boris and knocked the gun out of his hand!
"What's going on?" Boris said in fright.
"It's the invisible one!" Natasha shouted. "He's here!"
"Where?" Boris asked.
"Right here!" Micky shouted from behind Boris.
Boris and Natasha turned and Natasha fired her gun.
"You missed!" Micky mocked from another location.
Everyone hit the floor as Natasha sprayed the kitchen with bullets. One of the bullets hit a bag of flour, spraying Micky. He was now semi-visible.
"Ah, there you are!" Natasha sneered.
"Wait, don't shoot!" Dr. Stein yelled.
"Give us the formula, or we kill all of them!" Boris shouted, picking up his gun.
"Ok, here it is." The doctor said, writing something on a paper towel and handing it to them. "Now leave us alone."
"How do we know this is right formula?" Natasha asked.
"It is." Dr. Stein lied.
"Then you won't mind if we try it out on the invisible one?" Boris asked.
"What?" Micky asked.
"You're coming with us." Natasha growled. "We will make you visible again. If your friend is lying, you die."
Boris grabbed the flour-covered Micky and forced him out of the kitchen.
"You won't get away with this!" Davy yelled.
Boris and Natasha just laughed as they left the house and shoved Micky into their car. Within seconds, they were gone.
"Doc, did you give them the formula?" Mike asked.
"No, I didn't." The doc replied, "It doesn't matter anyway. The formula I have is for clothing, not for skin. It wouldn't work on Micky at all."
"So Micky is done for." Peter cried.
"No he's not." Mike said, "Quick, can you give us some invisibility formula?"
"Yes, why?" Dr. Stein asked.
"No time to explain, just let me have it."
The doc quickly brought Mike a beaker of the formula. Mike ran out to the Monkeemobile and poured it over the car.
"What are you doing, Mike?" Davy demanded.
"Now, we can follow where they took Micky without them seeing us." Mike replied. He threw the beaker down and the other Monkees climbed into the now invisible car.
"I'll call the police and work on the right formula." Dr. Stein promised.
The three Monkees waved and took off after the spies.
Even though the outside of the Monkeemobile was invisible, the inside was still ok. Mike was easily able to drive the car around, but he had to be very careful since other cars couldn't see him. More than a few times he had to stop quickly because someone pulled in front of him.
"Maybe pouring that formula on the car wasn't such a good idea." Mike remarked, after having to stop suddenly once again.
"Yeah, it might ruin the paint job." Peter replied.
Anything Mike was going to say was interrupted by Davy.
"There they go!" He exclaimed, pointing to the left.
The car carrying the spies and Micky turned off the main road and onto a smaller side road. Fortunately, there were fewer cars and soon they had the spies' car right in front of them.
After a few miles, the spies' car pulled into the driveway of a house. The garage door opened and the car pulled inside. Instantly, the garage door went down. Mike slowly drove past the house and pulled off to the side.
"We got their address at least." Mike said, "Let's tell the police."
"We can't leave Micky!" Peter exclaimed, "Those evil spies might kill him when they find out the formula doesn't work."
"You have a point, shotgun." Mike replied, "So Davy, you find a pay phone and tell the police where to come, while Peter and I sneak around."
"Got it, Mike." Davy replied, and started to get out, but then stopped. "Wait, you two might be spotted.”
"No, I have an idea.” Mike smiled.
Davy shrugged and got out of the car and ran down the street.
Mike put the car into reverse and drove it past the spies’ house once again. He then drove it into the spies' driveway and quickly shut off the engine.
Inside the house, inside a workshop, the spies had put some clothing on Micky so he could be somewhat visible to them. Then, Natasha started to prepare the formula, and Boris tied Micky to a chair. Boris was still doing that when the two spies heard a car in the driveway.
"What is that?" Natasha asked, "Did someone follow us?"
Boris finished tying a knot and went to look out the front window. There was nobody around.
"No, it is all clear." He said, "Get that formula ready."
"It will be done soon." She replied, "Then we try it out on him."
"For your sake, it better work." Boris told Micky with a laugh.

"Sooo...." Peter questioned, "What's this great idea you have?"
Mike fumbled around in the backseat before producing the beaker of invisibility formula. "In order to get inside unseen, we have to use the invisibility formula."
"But what if Doc can't find the cure?" Peter asked, "I really don't want to be invisible for the rest of my life!"
"It's a chance we're gonna have to take. We want to save Micky's life, don't we? Even if he is invisible, he's still Micky. Now come on, we don't have much time."

Davy quietly tiptoed down the street in search of a phone booth. Being in a residential area, he had to walk a ways to find one. He climbed inside, entered his dime and dialed the number for the police. Nothing happened. He listened closely to the receiver and failed to hear a dial tone. Frustrated, he stepped out of the booth and finally noticed an "Out of Order" sign on the door. Annoyed, he went off in search of another.

"Just a little bit more for the top of your head and you're done," an invisible Mike explained, pouring the last bit of the formula on Peter's mop top.
"How do I look?" Peter asked.
"I'd tell you if I could see you!" Mike joked, then placed the beaker in the glove box. "Now, let's go rescue Micky."

After walking a few more blocks, Davy found yet another phone booth. There was an elderly lady inside, so he had to wait. He could catch bits of the conversation, which sounded like a total bore to him.
"Now Mildred," the lady instructed, "If he's got the flu, you should never try to get food down him. It always comes up, don't you know..."
Davy waited and waited.
"...and Harry said the pink boa looked awful on me, so I went with the red one, but now it doesn't match my shoes..."
Realizing that the conversation wouldn't end soon, the Englishman headed off in search of yet another phone booth.

Natasha poured the last of the formula into a small bottle and walked over to Micky.
"Now we find out if the Doctor was telling the truth." She said.
But before she could pour the formula on Micky's head, the doorbell rang.
"Now what?" Boris demanded. "Wait here." He told his partner. The spy walked into the living room and looked through the peephole in the door. Once again, he didn't see anybody or anything. Pulling out his gun, Boris opened the door and looked outside. Nobody was around.
Suddenly, the shrubs near the door rustled. Stepping outside, Boris looked all around the shrubs, but saw nothing.
While Boris was doing that, an invisible Mike and Peter opened the front door and went inside the house. Once inside, Mike locked Boris out!
"C'mon, we've only got a few seconds." Mike whispered to Peter. The two Monkees started to walk away.
Just then, Boris tried to come inside, but found the door locked. He began to bang on the door.
"Natasha!" He shouted, "Let me in! I'm locked out!"
Natasha heard the banging and with a sigh put down the bottle of formula.
"Third time this week." She muttered. She walked over to the front door.
Mike and Peter saw Natasha coming towards them and ducked out of the way so she wouldn't bump into them. When she had walked past, they went the way she came and soon found Micky tied to a chair.
"Micky?" Mike asked.
"Mike? Where are you?" Micky asked.
"I'm right in front of you, along with Peter." Mike replied, "We used the last of the invisibility formula to turn ourselves invisible."
"Oh you didn't!" Micky said, shocked.
"Oh you didn't what?" Natasha asked as she and Boris walked into the room.
"Oh you didn't really mean you're going to kill me, right?" Micky asked quickly.
"Oh yes, we did." Boris sneered, "Our Fearless Leader doesn’t tolerate failure and neither do we."
"Pour that formula on him and let's get this over with." Boris said, "Fearless Leader will want a report soon."
Natasha turned to pick up the bottle...but the bottle was gone! She looked around the table, but the bottle was not there.
"What is it?" Boris asked.
"The bottle is missing!" Natasha exclaimed, and then turned to Micky. "Did you take it?" She demanded.
"While tied to a chair?" Micky asked, "I don't think so. You just misplaced it."
"Maybe the formula turned the bottle invisible." Boris suggested.
Natasha gently felt around the table, but there was nothing on it at all. She began to get scared.
"What is going on?" She asked.
At the other end of the room, Mike held the bottle in his hand. He had taken it away when Boris and Natasha came back into the room.
"Search the room. It must be here." Boris said.
The two spies began to look around the room, Boris on one side, Natasha on the other. Slowly, they were getting closer to where Mike and Peter were hiding.
As Natasha and Boris searched the room, Boris looked over at the table once again...and saw the bottle sitting there!
"Look!" He exclaimed. "The bottle is there again!"
"It wasn't there a moment ago." Natasha said, puzzled.
Boris just shook his head. "We are wasting time. I will pour the formula on him."
Boris reached for the bottle, but as his hand drew close...the bottle slid away! Boris reached for the bottle once more...and once again, it slid from his grasp!
"It's moving!" Natasha cried.
It finally dawned on Boris what was happening. "Someone invisible is in this room!" He growled and pulled out his gun. "Where are you, invisible person?" He demanded, "Tell us or we shoot other invisible person!"
There was no answer. Boris walked over to Micky, and then saw that the ropes and Micky's clothes were on the floor.
"He has escaped!" Boris shouted.
"We must find him!" Natasha cried, pulling out her gun as well. She was about to start shooting when Boris stopped her.
"Don't bother." He said, "It didn't work last time. Besides, he is invisible!" Boris snapped. "We must leave and take the formula with us...and hope Fearless Leader will be happy." He holstered his gun, grabbed the bottle with two hands and led Natasha out of the room. She kept her gun out, ready to use.
The three invisible Monkees were already in the next room. While Mike had distracted Boris and Natasha with the bottle, Peter had untied Micky. Now, they heard the two spies coming towards them on the way to their car in the garage.
"Here they come." Mike whispered.
When the two spies walked past, Mike and Peter tripped them. They went sprawling to the floor. The bottle in Boris' hand opened and the contents splashed out.
"The formula!" Boris shouted, trying to save some of the liquid, but it was all gone. Where the formula had splashed, nothing happened.
Natasha twisted and began firing her gun once again. The three Monkees jumped out of the line of fire. Suddenly, Micky began to feel a tingling sensation all over his body, just like when he had become invisible. He looked at his hands...and could suddenly see them!
"Guys, I'm visible again!" Micky shouted.
Unfortunately, that also meant Natasha could see him. She aimed his gun at him...
Suddenly, her gun went flying out of her hand as Mike kicked it away. Boris was already on his feet and going for the door when the police, followed by Dr. Stein and Davy, charged into the room. They grabbed Boris and handcuffed him. Natasha got up and tried to run, but was quickly grabbed by Micky.
"Going somewhere, sweetie?" He smiled.
The police grabbed Natasha, handcuffed her and then led her and Boris away. Davy and Doctor Stein ran over to Micky.
"It looks like the invisibility formula wears off after awhile." Dr. Stein remarked.
"Glad you're visible and safe, Micky." Davy said, "I had such a hard time finding a pay phone to call the police. Where's Mike and Peter?"
"We're right here, Davy." Peter said behind Davy.
Davy turned around. "You're invisible too?" He asked.
"We used the last of the formula to turn invisible to sneak inside to save Micky." Mike said, turning to the doc. "Do you have the antidote?"
"Yes, I finally got the right formula." Dr. Stein remarked. "I can easily make some more up for you two."
"Better make extra for the Monkeemobile." Davy said.
"The Monkeemobile is invisible?" Micky asked.
"That's how we were able to follow you here." Mike replied.
"Well, let's get back to my lab." Dr. Stein said, "And get you boys back to normal."
Micky drove his band mates and Dr. Stein back to his lab. Once there, Dr. Stein made up another batch, which Mike poured over the Monkeemobile. Instantly, the bright red car appeared in front of him. Mike went back inside and found Micky and Dr. Stein talking.
"What do you say, Micky?" Dr. Stein was asking him. "Since you found the formula and I found the antidote, let's share the patent and split the money 50/50."
"But you don't need an antidote, Dr. Stein." Micky replied, "The formula wears off in a little while."
"What if somebody can't wait?" Dr. Stein countered. "They are injured and need someone to see them?"
"He has a point, Mick." Mike said. "You'll still be rich from this."
"Yeah, you're right." Micky said, "Ok, we'll split the patent and any money, 50/50."
The two men shook hands. Dr. Stein turned to where he assumed Mike and Peter were standing.
"I have enough to turn you two visible again." He said.
"Can we take it with us?" Mike asked. "Peter and I would like to stay invisible for just a little longer."
"Why, Mike?" Davy asked.
"You'll see."

Babbitt was once again taking a nap on his living room couch, when he heard strange noises around him.
"Babbitt! Babbitt!" A spooky voice cried out.
"Wh...what? Who's there?" He said, getting scared.
"We just wanted to make sure you will be nice to those four musicians next door." Another spooky voice said.
"I said I will!" Babbitt said, "I'll be nice to the curly-headed one especially!"
"See that you do...otherwise...otherwise..."
Suddenly, Mike and Peter were standing in front of Babbitt's couch! They looked at each other in shock.
"Uh oh..." Mike said. "It wore off sooner than I thought."
"We shouldn't have pushed our luck." Peter said.
"Nesmith, Tork!" Babbitt yelled, "What is the meaning of this!"
"We...we just wanted to wish you an early Halloween, Mr. Babbitt." Mike said as he and Peter edged their way to the front door.
"Get out of here!" Babbitt yelled, getting up, "Just for this, you'll owe me two months rent next time, or out you four go!"
Mike and Peter ran out of Babbitt's house and back over to their pad.

The newspaper headlines the next morning told of Boris and Natasha's arrest. They both got twenty years in prison for spying.
Micky and Dr. Frank N. Stein applied for a patent for their formulas. It turned out many businesses had no use for their patent, but both of them still made some money from it. Micky used some of his share to keep Babbitt away and the rest he invested in a new drum kit.


The End