One evening, a few nights before Halloween, the Monkees were rehearsing for an upcoming gig at the Sub Club. Mike was singing a new song he had written:
"You told me you'd never stray, you told me...." He sang.
After the song finished, Micky let out a howl, which caused the others to hold their ears.
"HOOWWLL! What a great song! It's going to wow the club Halloween night!" Micky exclaimed.
"Glad to hear it, Micky." Davy said, "But do you have to be so loud about it?"
"Oh, Davy, I thought you liked my werewolf imitations!" Micky asked, pretending to be hurt.
"They're fun in its place, Micky." Mike said, "But you're gonna get Babbit after us."
Right on cue, there was a banging on the front door. Giving Micky a sharp glance, Mike went over and opened the door. In stormed their landlord, Mr. Babbit.
"We're paid up this month, Mr. Babbit..." Mike began.
"Did you four hear that terrible noise?" Babbit asked, ignoring Mike.
"What noise?" Micky asked, all innocent.
"It sounded like some sort of...of..."
"Wolf?" Micky asked.
"Yeah, that's it, Dolenz." Babbit confirmed.
"No, we didn't hear it." Micky said.
Babbit glared at him. "Well, I did, and I hope I don't hear it again. It sounded terrible. You boys' playing sounded better than that."
"Gee, thanks, Mr. Babbit...I think." Peter replied.
"It must've come from the beach, Mr. Babbit." Mike said, leading him to the door.
"Yeah, all sorts of things might live on the beach." Davy added.
"Better go home and lock the door so the wolf doesn't get you, Mr. Babbit." Micky said, barely holding in his laughter.
The landlord just nodded and walked out the door. Micky waited until Mike closed it and then bust out laughing.
"HAHA! Did you see the look on his face?" He laughed.
The others were amused too, but Mike looked at Micky with a serious look on his face.
"You heard what he said, Micky." Mike said. "He doesn't want to hear it again, so you better cool it."
"Oh, Mike." Micky said, shaking his head.
"Mike's right, Micky." Davy said, "If Babbit thinks we're doing it, he could throw us out."
"So do your werewolf imitations somewhere else, please?" Peter added.
"Ok, ok!" Micky said. "I'll do my imitations on the beach." But he had his fingers crossed behind his back.

Later that day, the guys got a call from the Sub Club telling the guys that there was going to be a costume party, along with the concert.
"Do you think we should dress up too?" asked Davy.
"Sounds groovy to me," said Peter.
"I can dig that," said Micky.
"Guess we better go looking for costumes then," said Mike.
The guys then went to get some costumes. They returned to the pad later with their costumes for the show.
Peter was going as the cowardly lion, Davy picked out a phantom of the opera type costume, Mike chose a cowboy costume, and Micky got a werewolf costume, complete with a mask and fangs.

That night, the Monkees prepared for bed, but Micky told the others he was going to watch some more television.
"Suit yourself, Micky." Mike said with a yawn. "Goodnight."
"Goodnight, guys." Micky told Mike and the others as he sat down on the couch, "I'll probably come to bed in a little while."
The other three Monkees went into their bedrooms and shut the doors. When the doors had clicked shut, Micky got a wicked smile on his face.
As quietly as possible, Micky went over to the front closet and put on his werewolf costume, plus the mask and fangs.
"I look like a real werewolf now." Micky thought to himself as he adjusted the mask.
He then waited impatiently for a few more minutes until he was sure the others were asleep. When he heard Mike snoring, Micky turned off the living room lights and went out the back door. Silently, he walked down the back steps and onto the beach. Laughing to himself, Micky made his way over to the back of Babbit's house which was only a few doors down from the pad.
Positioning himself under what he hoped was Babbit's bedroom window, Micky let out a terrific werewolf howl!
"HOOOWWLL! WOOF WOOF WOOF!!" He howled.
Babbit jumped a foot off his bed at the sound. With a shaking hand, he put his glasses on and went over to his bedroom window. He looked down to see a werewolf on all fours prancing around on the beach below!
"Shoo, scat!" Babbit yelled at the 'werewolf' below, "Scat I say!" He picked up a book and threw it down at the creature. It just missed its head.
The werewolf took off down the beach. Since it was dark, Babbit soon lost sight of it. He went over to his phone to call the police, but then decided against it.
"They'd never believe me." Babbit muttered. He went back to bed and tried to get some sleep.

Micky scampered down the beach on all fours until he was sure Babbit couldn't see him. Then he climbed to his feet and laughed all the way back to the pad.
As quietly as possible, Micky went up the back stairs to the pad and went inside the living room-which suddenly lit up to reveal Micky's three angry band mates glaring at him.
"Uh, hi guys." Micky said, taking off the mask and fangs, "I thought you three were asleep."
"We were until we heard a werewolf howling in the night." Mike said, his arms folded across his chest.
"Well, you told me I could my imitations on the beach." Micky replied.
"Not this late at night, Micky." Davy said, "People are trying to sleep. People like Mr. Babbit."
"You have sand all over your costume, Micky." Peter said, "What were you doing out there?"
"I wanted to look the part when I howled under Babbit's window." Micky laughed, "Oh, he was yelling and fussing..."
"Oh no, Micky!" Mike said angrily, "You bothering Babbit again? What if he had recognized you?"
"Well, he didn't." Micky said, getting put out by all the questions. He thought his band mates would've liked him torturing their mean landlord like this. "Besides, it's almost Halloween, I wanted to have some fun."
"Not at the expense of us getting evicted." Davy retorted.
"Davy's right, Micky." Peter added, "You better not do that again."
"But..."
"No more werewolf imitations, Micky." Mike said sternly, "We mean it."
Micky huffed and took off his costume. "Ok, I'll be good, Papa Nez." He said sullenly.
The other three Monkees started to go back to their bedrooms. Mike turned to Micky once again.
"Before you go to sleep, sweep up the sand you brought in."
With that, Mike went into the bedroom he and Micky shared, leaving Micky alone in the living room.
Scowling, Micky got the broom and dustpan and cleaned up the sand before going to bed himself.

The next afternoon, the guys were relaxing around the pad when the heard a truck come down the street and come to a stop nearby.
"Sounds like that truck is pulling in next door." Davy remarked.
The Monkees went onto their front lawn to see an old army truck parked in the driveway of the house next door. Stepping out of the driver's seat was a large, dark-haired man about fifty years old wearing camouflaged pants and shirt, boots and wearing a straw hat on his head. Getting out of the passenger side was an older woman about seventy-five years old who was wearing a camouflaged skirt and blouse.
"Wow, look at that." Peter whispered.
"Looks like we have new neighbors." Mike whispered back.
The man saw the Monkees staring at them and waved.
"Hiya, fellas!" He said in a friendly voice.
"Hi, mister." Davy replied, trying to be polite.
The man walked over to them, followed by the woman. He extended his large hand out to them.
"Bungalow Bill's the name, and hunting is my game." He said with a smile.
"Pleased to meet you Bill." Micky said, shaking Bill's hand and wincing as his hand was crushed by Bill's grip.
"This is my mother, Eunice." Bill said, indicating the woman next to him.
"Pleased to meet you too, ma'am." Peter said, shaking her hand and wincing as Eunice also had a mighty strong grip.
"Please to meet you too, young man." Eunice said.
"I'm Mike Nesmith," Mike said, "This is Micky Dolenz, Peter Tork and Davy Jones."
"Pleased to meet all of you." Bill said.
"So you're a hunter?" Davy asked Bill, "What do you hunt?"
"Oh, anything that comes into the sight of my Elephant gun." Bill said with a laugh.
"I always come along with him in case of accidents." Bill's mom said with pride.
"Yes, Mom's been with me all over the world." Bill continued. "We've decided to settle here for awhile to rest while we decide what to hunt next."
Just then, Babbit came over to the group.
"Oh hello, I'm glad you're here." He said to Bill and Eunice. "When you two have settled in, come over to my house. I have a problem that is in your area of expertise."
"We're hunters, not exterminators, Mr. Babbit." Bill said with a smile.
"Oh no, this is much larger." Babbit said quickly, "There's been a werewolf prowling the area over the last couple of days. Perhaps you two could help."
Bill and Eunice looked at each other and then at Babbit.
"Sure, we'd be glad to help out..." He looked over at Micky, who was looking a little pale. "You ok, Micky?" He asked.
"Oh, I'm fine, Bill...just fine." Micky said.

As the day went on, the guys kept hearing noises coming from
down the block.
"What's all that racket?" asked Davy.
"I think it's coming from Bill's," said Mike, looking out the window.
Davy joined his band mate by the window and said, “Would you look at that."
"Look at what?" said Micky.
"Outside," said Davy.
He joined his band mates and looked out the window to.
Sure enough, down the road Bill and his mother, Eunice were setting up traps, searchlights and all sort of equipment in their front yard.
"Are you guys looking for stars?" Peter asked the guys, as he saw his friends looking out the window.
"Peter, it's the afternoon," said Davy.
"Then what are you looking at?"
"Across the street, that Bungalow Bill character sure is something," said Mike.
"What do you mean?"
"He's got enough traps to catch an elephant," said Micky.
"I don't think it would work," said Peter.
"Why?" asked Davy.
"Because there's no elephants around here," said Peter.

As Bill and his Mom checked out their equipment and set traps for the 'werewolf', they talked quietly between themselves.
"This was a great idea, Mom, hiding out here near the ocean." Bill said, "Nobody will think to look for us here."
"Yeah, but tellin' everybody your name and what we do for a livin' could give us away." Eunice answered. "We gotta lie low with all this elephant Ivory and Tiger skins until we can meet with our buyers." She pointed to the army truck, which held all the illegal items.
"Don't worry, Mom." Bill said with a smile. "I didn't get my reputation as the world's best poacher by being stupid."
"I'll still feel better when we unload all that stuff." Eunice said as she set the final trap. "Are you done with your stuff?"
"Yeah, all done." Bill answered. "Now to start searching for this werewolf, if it even exists. I'll bet its skin will bring in quite a few bucks."

Watching all this from next door was Micky, who was more than a little nervous about a hunter looking for his werewolf. He jumped a foot in the air when Peter tapped him on the shoulder.
"Don't do that!" Micky exclaimed.
"Still watching those hunters, huh?" Peter smiled, "As long as you don't put on that costume you'll be safe."
"Yeah, but I gotta wear it for the gig tomorrow night." Micky replied.
"Put it on at the club." Davy said, walking over to them, "That way, you won't get shot." He smiled.
"Or get caught in a trap or put in a cage." Mike put in, a big smile on his face too. The others were enjoying Micky squirm a bit seeing the hunters looking for him. They hoped he was learning a lesson on how to behave.

Later that evening, after another rehearsal for the gig, the Monkees decided to go to sleep.
"I think you better stay in tonight, Micky." Davy said with a knowing smile.
"Yeah, Bungalow Bill and his Mom could be out there looking for curly-haired drummers." Mike put in.
"Very funny." Micky pouted as the others laughed. "I was just having some fun."
"But at the expense of other people." Peter said.
"You three go ahead, I'll make sure everything is locked up." Mike said, taking his guitar off his neck.
The other three Monkees agreed and said goodnight to each other. Mike began to walk around the living room, making sure everything was locked.
He went over to the front door and checked to make sure it was locked. Satisfied that it was, he was about to shut off the light when he noticed some sand on the floor near the cupboard next to the door. Frowning, he opened the cupboard door to see sand all over the cupboard floor, sand that had fallen off of Micky's werewolf costume. Some of the sand had also gotten onto his cowboy costume.
"Micky." Mike growled under his breath as he pulled the werewolf costume out of the cupboard. It was covered in sand from Micky's romp on the beach the night before.
Letting out an angry sigh, Mike took the werewolf costume over to the front door, opened it and began to shake the sand out of the costume.
Unknown to Mike, Bill and Eunice were still up, talking about their fruitless search for the werewolf.
"That Babbit must have sand in his head, thinking there's a werewolf out here in Malibu." Eunice growled.
"Now Mom, you've been on enough hunts to know that it takes time to stalk and find a quarry." Bill said, oiling his gun.
"Yeah, but there's not a trace of it." Eunice argued. "No tracks, fur, spoor or anything giving us a clue."
"We'll search again tomorrow, Mom." Bill said, putting his gun away. "Could you turn out the light?"
Eunice went over to the door to turn out the light, when she noticed something over at the Monkees' pad.
"Hey Bill, come look at this." She said.
Bill walked over to where his Mom was looking.
"What is it?" He asked.
"It's one of those boys that live next door." Eunice said, "He looks kinda odd."
From a distance, and in the dark, it was hard to see exactly what Mike was doing, but the two could see Mike's face-and his body was that of a werewolf!
What Bill and Eunice didn't know was that Mike was simply holding up Micky's werewolf costume up to his chin to better shake the sand out of it. From a distance, it looked like Mike was wearing the costume!
"It's that Nesmith guy." Bill said, "He's got the body of a werewolf!"
"He must be one of those creatures that turn into a wolf during a full moon!" Eunice exclaimed. "Get him!"
But before they could do anything, Mike went back into the house.
"We'll get him tomorrow night." Bill said, fingering his gun.
"Let's try and get him alive, "Eunice said, "He'll be worth more."

The next morning, after breakfast, Mike confronted Micky about the sand on his costume.
"There's sand all over the closet and on our costumes as well!" Mike said, showing the closet to Micky.
"I'm sorry, Mike." Micky said, "I'll start cleaning them off."
"You gotta get them clean by tonight for the gig." Mike said, walking off, "I don't want to be itching while I'm playing."
Micky started to take the costumes out of the closet one at a time and took them out to the back porch to shake the sand out of them. He started with Mike's cowboy costume and stood out by the steps to shake the sand out of it. As he was doing that, he noticed Bill and his Mom watching him from the back porch of their house.
Micky waved to them and they gave a little wave back. Shrugging his shoulders, Micky proceeded to clean off Mike's costume.

"That's not him." Eunice said to her son.
"No, Nesmith might be sleeping." Bill said, "Those werewolves only come out at night. We'll wait until then. Right now, let's check our stuff over one more time."
With that, the two went back into their house.

When Micky was done with Mike's costume, he showed it to Mike.
"There, it's all clean." Micky said.
"Good, you might as well put it on my bed since I'll be using it tonight."
"Ok, Mike." Micky said and put Mike's costume in his bedroom
When Micky came down, the others wanted to rehearse some more, so Micky put off cleaning the other costumes.
Later on, Micky finally was able to clean Peter and Davy's costumes and clean the closet, but it was getting dark and Micky hadn't cleaned his own costume yet.
"Yow, I gotta clean my costume off!" Micky exclaimed, running over to the closet. He picked up his werewolf costume and took it outside.
"C'mon, Peter." Davy said, "Let's get ready for the gig."
Peter followed Davy into their bedroom while Mike watched Micky frantically brushing off his costume on the back porch. It didn't look like he was making much progress and they had to leave soon. Mike walked out onto the back porch.
"Can I help somehow?" Mike asked. "We don't have much time."
"Hold this while I get the brush." Micky said quickly, handing the costume to him. "If you hold it up, I can brush the sand off it quicker."
"I'll put it on." Mike said, "That way, it'll be easier for you to brush the sand off."
"Ok, Mike. Thanks!" Micky said as he rushed inside.
Mike pulled the furry top over his head and pulled the furry pants on. Since Mike and Micky were about the same height, the costume was a near-perfect fit.

Just at that moment, Bill and Eunice came out on their own porch and saw Mike wearing the costume.
"There he is!" Bill whispered as he and his Mom crouched down so Mike wouldn't see them. He took the safety off his Elephant gun.
"I got the net and rope." Eunice whispered back.
"Let's go." Bill whispered back and the two silently left their porch.
Mike was waiting for Micky to come back when he heard what sounded like a cat meowing near the bottom of the steps.
"What's a cat doing out here?" He thought to himself.
Mike walked down the steps and onto the sand...when a net came from under the sand, knocking him down, and wrapping him up tight!
"Hey, what's going on?" Mike demanded, "Let me go!"
"Thought you could hide from us, eh, werewolf?" Bill said, coming from underneath the porch. He was pointing his gun at Mike's chest. "Pretending to be human by day."
"Werewolf?" Mike asked, "I'm not a werewolf, this is a..."
"That's enough." Eunice growled wrapping the rope around Mike. "You're coming with us."
Bill and Eunice grabbed one end of the net and dragged Mike back to their house. Once there, they put Mike in a cage in the basement and tried to figure out what to do next.

Meanwhile, Micky came back outside and looked for Mike.
"Mike? I found the brush. Davy had it and...Mike?" He asked. "Mike? Where are you?"
Mike was nowhere to be found.
"Mike, where are you?" called Micky.
Just then, Davy and Peter came out to the porch.
"Micky, have you seen Mike?" asked Davy.
"No, I was just going to ask you that.” said Micky, “Why?"
"The manager from the club called to confirm our show."
"There may not be a show."
"Why?" Peter asked.
"Mike's missing." said Micky.
Peter and Davy stood there in shock.
"What?" said Peter, who managed to speak up.
"This better not be one of your lame jokes," said Davy.
"I'm serious.” said Micky, “He was out here giving me a hand dusting off my costume. I went back in the pad to get the dusting brush and when I came back he was gone."
"How could Mike just disappear?" said Davy.
"That's what I'm trying to figure out too," said Micky.
Peter then noticed something on the ground.
"Hey guys, I found something," he said.
Peter held the object in the palm of his hand.
"That's Mike's lucky guitar pick," said Davy.
"Mike never goes anywhere without it," said Micky.
"We gotta find him," said Davy.
The guys began to search for Mike. The three Monkees began to search the beach behind the pad. It didn't take long for them to notice the large groove in the sand.
"Hey, look at this!" Peter exclaimed. Micky and Davy joined him.
"Looks like something heavy was dragged from our pad." Davy said.
"And it's leading next door." Micky finished, pointing over to Bill and Eunice's house.
"If we follow this trail I think it will lead us to Mike." Davy said quietly.
The other two agreed and followed the trail of disturbed sand over to the house next door. The trail stopped at the steps of the back porch. Micky wanted to go up the steps, but Davy stopped him.
"Wait, Micky. Let's take a look in the basement." He said, "If they have Mike, they might have him there."
The other two agreed and followed Davy over to a basement window. The window was dirty, but they could still see inside. In the dim light, they could make out a cage-and Mike sitting inside of it! A further look around showed Bill and Eunice looking over their prize.
"There he is!" Peter exclaimed.
"Shh! Not so loud." Micky whispered, "Bill and Eunice are in the basement too."

In the basement, Mike was trying to remove his werewolf costume, but the zipper was stuck!
"For the last time, I'm not a werewolf!" Mike shouted at his captors.
"Then how come you can't take your costume off?" Eunice sneered. She turned to her son. "Let's go call some of our customers and see what they'll pay for a werewolf."
"Yeah, or at least for his skin." Bill smiled as he followed his Mom out of the basement.

"We gotta get Mike outta there." Peter whispered.
"How? I have the feeling that's a real gun Bill's carrying." Davy whispered back.
Micky began to get an idea. It was his fault Mike was in trouble, so he had to think of a plan.
"I got an idea, but it's going to rely on you, Peter." Micky said.
"What do you want me to do?" Peter asked.

"Yeah, it's the real thing, Mr. Smith." Bill said into the phone, "Half-man, half werewolf. No, it's not a Halloween joke, sir."
"GROWL!"
"Did you hear that?" Eunice asked her son.
"Hear what, Mom? I'm busy." Bill said.
"GROOWWLL!!"
"Sounds like a Lion!" Eunice exclaimed.
"I'll call you right back, Mr. Smith." Bill said, hanging up the phone. He picked up his gun. "Let's see what it is."
Bill and his Mom rushed out to the back to see a Lion growling and prowling back and forth on the beach behind their house!
"A Lion!" Eunice cried, "Shoot it!"
Bill raised his gun, but the Lion suddenly took off down the beach. The hunters quickly chased after it.
When the two had gone, Micky and Davy quickly went into the house, and down into the basement. They found Mike trying to open the lock on the cage.
"Mike, are you alright?" Micky asked.
"Yeah, no thanks to you, Micky." Mike said angrily, "If you hadn't acted like a werewolf in the first place, I wouldn't be in this mess!"
"I'm sorry, Mike. I had no idea this would happen." Micky said sincerely.
"Let's talk about this later." Davy said, "Peter won't be able to distract them for very long. Do you know where the key is?" He asked Mike.
Mike shook his head. "Bill had it in his pocket when he left here."
Micky and Davy began to look for something to open the cage. Mike spoke again.
"Did you two know Bill and Eunice are poachers?"
"I thought they were just hunters." Micky said.
"No, I overheard them talking about selling all that Elephant Ivory and Tiger skins in their truck." He looked down. "They want to sell me, too."
"We won't let them, Mike." Davy said, "We'll get you out somehow." Suddenly, he had an idea. He pulled out the guitar pick Peter had picked up of the beach. "I might be able to use this as a pick!"
"A pick as a pick!" Mike smiled.
Davy inserted the pick into the lock...and a few seconds later the lock sprang open! Mike quickly jumped out.
"C'mon, we gotta help Peter out, before Bill shoots him!" Micky exclaimed.
Micky picked up a flashlight and the three Monkees quickly left Bill and Eunice's house and ran onto the beach, but in the darkness, they couldn't see Peter at all. Micky shown his light around.
"Here's some footprints!" He said, “Let's follow!"
So the three Monkees followed the prints and hoped they weren't too late.

They ran down the beach, following the footprints. Soon enough, they heard noises up ahead.
"That must be them!" Micky gasped.
"No shots have been fired yet, so that's good." Davy huffed back.

A little distance ahead of the Monkees, Bill and Eunice were gaining on the 'Lion'. Bill stopped and aimed his gun at the fleeing figure, but his Mom batted the gun down.
"Don't shoot yet!" Eunice shouted, "You'll attract attention to us and you might miss!"
"I never miss Mom." Bill snapped back, "But alright."
The two poachers took up the chase again and found the 'Lion' climbing some rocks.
"Never knew Lions could climb." Bill remarked.
"Well, this one can." Eunice replied.
"Let's get up after it." Bill said.
The two began to climb the rocks after their quarry, but only got half-way up when a familiar voice called down to them.
"Hey, Bungalow Bill!" Mike shouted up to them, "What did you kill, Bungalow Bill?" Mike was still wearing his werewolf costume.
"How did you get free?" Bill shouted down to him.
"Oh, we werewolves have secret powers." Mike said with a sly smile.
"I'll get him, you get the Lion." Eunice told her son as she began to climb down the rocks again.
"You armed?" Bill asked.
"Always." His Mom replied, pulling a Bowie knife out of her pocket. Seconds later she was standing before Mike, holding her knife out in front of her. Micky and Davy were nowhere to be found.
"Hi, Eunice, nice night isn't it?" Mike smiled.
"I don't know how you got loose, werewolf, but you won't be in any condition to escape when I'm through with you." Eunice said advancing on him.
"You want my skin intact, don't you? Mike asked, backing away slowly.
"Of course." Eunice stated.
"Alright, here's my skin." Mike said as he unzipped his costume (glad he finally got the zipper to work) and pulled it off. A second later he had pulled the pants off as well.
Eunice stood their in total shock, her mouth hanging wide open.
"What's going on?" She demanded.
"You wanted my skin, didn't you?" Mike asked, a big smile on his face, "Here it is." He held it out to her.
"But...but that's a costume!" Eunice said slowly.
"Right, a werewolf costume." Mike said, "We all rented Halloween costumes for tonight."
"You're not a werewolf?" Eunice asked in a small voice.
"Nope, just a Texan who doesn't like being trapped in a net and put in a cage!" He shouted at her, getting angry. He started to advance on Eunice. "You and your son will be in cages soon once we tell the police what you did."
Mike swung his costume, knocking the knife out of Eunice's hand. Then with a roar Micky would’ve been proud of, he began to chase Eunice around the rocks.

Meanwhile, Bill was closing in on Peter. They were only a few feet from the top and there would be no place else to go.
"I got you now, Lion." Bill snarled.
Peter climbed the last rock on the pile. Looking around, he realized he was trapped. A few seconds later, Bill was at the top of the rocks too. Without a word, Bill pointed his gun at Peter.
"Wait, I'm not a Lion, I'm human!" Peter shouted.
"What?" Bill shouted back.
"I'm Peter." Peter said as he pulled his mask off, "I was just playing a Halloween joke on you and your Mom."
"Liar! You distracted us so your buddies could free your werewolf friend!" Bill shouted, "We saw him at the bottom of the rock pile, but my Mom's gonna take care of him." He raised his gun again, "Just like I'm gonna care of you."
But before Bill could fire his gun, a bright light shone in his face! It was Micky, shining his flashlight in Bill's face, blinding him. Micky and Davy had come up the other side of the rock pile to surprise Bill.
"AHH!" Bill screamed at the sudden brightness. Just as Micky had hoped, Bill dropped his gun to cover his eyes from the glare.
"Let's go, Peter!" Davy shouted, pulling Peter down the other side of the rocks. Peter followed Davy and Micky back down the rocks.
On the top of the rocks, Bill felt around for his gun. He had spots in front of his eyes from the light, but his vision was quickly clearing. With a grunt, he found his gun and began to follow the three Monkees down the rocks.

Meanwhile, down below all this, Mike was still chasing Eunice around the rocks.
"Bill! Bill! Help!" Eunice shouted.
Bill heard his Mom cry for help. "I'm coming Mom!" He shouted and quickened his climb down the rocks.
Micky, Peter and Davy saw Mike chasing Eunice and with a nod to each other, waited until she was underneath them, then jumped on her, knocking her to the sand! She was quickly held down by the four Monkees.
"Gotcha, you bad poacher, you." Peter said. Then suddenly, the click of a gun was heard.
"I think you four better let go of my Mom." Bill said quietly.
The Monkees looked up to see Bill standing there, his gun aimed right at them. Slowly, the guys stood up and raised their hands. Eunice got up and brushed the sand off her dress.
"That Nesmith's not a werewolf." Eunice said angrily.
"Turns out our Lion was another one of these boys." Bill replied. "Seems like we were made fools of."
"The two of you made yourselves into fools." Mike said, "I told you I wasn't a werewolf, but all you were interested in was trying to sell my skin. Just like you're going to sell the skins of all those Tigers."
Bill and Eunice looked at each other, then back at the Monkees.
"Well, it seems you boys know too much." Bill said with an evil smile, "We can't let you spoil our operation, just when we're about to make a fortune." Bill raised his gun again.
"Let's go back to our house where we'll decide what to do with you four."
Bill and Eunice marched the Monkees over toward their house. Bill had his gun on them, while Eunice held the flashlight and kept her Bowie knife ready.
"You won't get away with this." Davy said.
"Shut up kid," Bill growled, "Before I..."
Suddenly loud barking was heard and it sounded close by. Bill poked Mike in the back with his gun.
"Stop your barking." Bill growled, "It ain't gonna help you."
"I wasn't barking." Mike snapped back.
The barking was heard again and the sound of something running on the sand reached everyone’s' ears.
"What's that?" Eunice asked.
"Sounds like its coming toward us." Bill answered.
Suddenly, out of the darkness, a great big dog charged at them! The Monkees dove out of the way, and the dog jumped on Bill, knocked him down and began to lick his face!
"AH! Get off me, you mutt!" Bill shouted, trying to push the dog away.
Davy took the opportunity to grab a handful of sand and throw it in Eunice's face. She screamed and dropped her knife and flashlight.
"Let's go!" Micky shouted to his friends.
The Monkees charged down the sand and soon came upon another figure with a flashlight. The guys stopped when they recognized their neighbor Mrs. Prudy.
"Oh, boys!" Mrs. Prudy said, looking upset, "Have you seen Buster? He's a Great Dane and he got loose from me." She held up an empty leash.
"He's down there, Mrs. Prudy," Peter exclaimed, pointing "And he just saved our lives!"
"What do you mean?" Mrs. Prudy asked, puzzled.
Suddenly, the forms of Bill and his Mom materialized on the edge of Mrs. Prudy's light. Buster was bringing up the rear.
"No time to explain, C'mon!" Mike shouted. With that, he picked up Mrs. Prudy and slung her over his shoulder.
"Michael, put me down!" Mrs. Prudy said indignantly.
But Mike ignored her as he and his band mates charged back over to their pad.
As they ran, a shot rang out and Mrs. Prudy screamed.
"What's going on?" She cried.
"We'll explain in the car." Mike replied.
Climbing between the houses, the Monkees ran over to their car in the driveway. Fortunately, their instruments were already inside. The piled into the car with Mrs. Prudy and Micky started the car and roared out of the driveway just as Bill and Eunice got up to the pad. Buster kept on running and followed the Monkeemobile. Bill brought his gun up, then put it down.
"Let's get in the truck." Bill growled.
"You're right, we can be far away from here before the police come." Eunice replied.
"No, we're going after those boys." Bill replied, climbing into the driver's seat, "Nobody makes a fool of Bungalow Bill."
"But Bill..." Eunice began to protest.
"Get in, Mom!" Bill shouted, "Or I'm leaving you behind!"
With a glare at her son, Eunice got into the seat next to him as Bill started the truck and went after the Monkees.

Davy looked behind him and noticed Buster chasing after them.
"Micky, stop! Buster's behind us!" He shouted.
Micky jammed on the brakes and Davy opened the back door. Buster jumped in and immediately Micky floored the gas once again. Mrs. Prudy was glad to see Buster again.
"Oh, you bad dog!" She said, putting the leash on his collar, "My sister would've been so mad if you had run away."
"No, Buster's a good dog, Mrs. Prudy." Mike said, "He saved us from Bill and Eunice."
"The new neighbors?" Mrs. Prudy asked.
"They're really poachers who have illegally killed a lot of animals." Mike said, then told her how he had been captured by them and his escape.
But before Mrs. Prudy could say anything, a set of headlights flashed behind them.
It required no guesswork to know the poachers were chasing them.
"It's Bill and Eunice!" Davy shouted, "Faster, Micky!"
Micky drove as fast as he dared through the streets, but the poachers were still following. Peter looked at his watch.
"Guys, we're gonna be late for our gig!" He exclaimed.
"Peter, how can you worry about our gig at a time like this?" Micky demanded.
"No, Peter's right." Mike said.
"I am?" Peter asked.
"I've got an idea." Mike continued, "Micky, drive over to the Sub Club while we put on our costumes."

The Monkeemobile screeched into the Sub Club's parking lot. The Monkees, except for Micky, were wearing their Halloween costumes. They grabbed their gear and Mike turned to Mrs. Prudy.
"Go call the police, tell them what happened and tell them to get over here...then hide, ok?" He kissed her cheek.
"Ok, Mike." She said, blushing, then led Buster away.
Seconds later, Bill and Eunice's Truck pulled into the parking lot as well. They jumped out and chased the Monkees into the club.
However, when the two poachers came inside the door, they stopped cold. In the club were dozens of people, all dressed in various Halloween costumes! In the dim light, there was no way for them to recognize the Monkees!
Muttering a curse, Bill pushed through the crowd, followed by his mom. Nobody paid them much mind, as they thought the two poachers were simply in costume.
Just then, the lights dimmed further and the MC came from behind the curtain.
"Ladies and gentlemen, here are the Monkees!" He shouted.
The curtain parted and the crowd began to cheer. Bill and Eunice looked over and immediately recognized Mike in his werewolf costume and Peter in his Lion costume. Micky was now wearing Mike's cowboy costume. Mike grabbed the microphone.
"Hi, everybody!" Mike shouted, "We just wanted to let you know, there's a few famous people here tonight!" He pointed at Bill and Eunice as they were walking toward the stage.
"Give a big hand to the famous hunter Bungalow Bill and his Mom Eunice!"
Bill and Eunice had to stop their advance as several people surrounded them, shaking their hands and patting them on the back. Mike stepped up to the microphone again.
"Bill and Eunice also asked me to tell you people that they're buying a round of drinks for everyone!"
With that, everybody charged over to the bar, knocking Bill and Eunice down in the commotion.
As the two poachers got to their feet, the guys began to play "Last Train to Clarksville".
"C'mon, everybody, let's dance!" Peter shouted into the microphone this time.
That caused another stampede as the patrons rushed back onto the dance floor, knocking the two poachers down again.
As the Monkees played the song, Bill finally knew he was beat.
"C'mon, Mom, let's get out of here!" He shouted.
Eunice simply nodded and the two began to make their way out of the club. However, the bartender saw them trying to leave and stepped in front of them.
"Where do you two think you're going?" He demanded. "You owe me $250.89!"
"What for?" Bill asked.
"That's for all the drinks you said you'd buy for the patrons!" The bartender replied, holding up a long slip of paper.
"I never said that!" Bill shouted, trying to push past him.
"You pay this or I'll call the police!" The bartender said angrily.
Bill just shoved the bartender aside and ran out of the club with his Mom. Just then, several police cars drove into the club's parking lot, lights flashing and sirens blaring. The noise attracted several of the patrons, including the Monkees, who were just finishing the song. They all ran out to see what was going on.
Bill and Eunice were by their truck when they were surrounded by the police.
"Put your gun down and both of you put your hands up!" Shouted one of the officers.
"Do it, Bill." Eunice said quietly. "For once, listen to your mother."
Bill put the gun down on the gun and raised his hands like his mom. He glared at the officers.
"You cops don't have anything on us!" He shouted, then noticed Buster sniffing around the back of the truck.
"Hey, get away from there you mutt!"
But Buster pulled the tarp off the truck to reveal stacks of Tiger skins and several tusks of Ivory.
"Good boy, Buster." Mrs. Prudy said, patting the dog on the head and giving the poachers a smug smile.
One of the police officers snapped handcuffs on Bill's wrists. "We had a tip you and your Mom might be hiding in the area," he said, "When we received a call about poachers, we knew it was you two."
Eunice was handcuffed too and both were taken away in a police car. The Monkees waved to them as the car drove off.
"Well, that's that." Davy said.
"No, we still have the rest of the gig to play." Mike said as Mrs. Prudy joined them. The Monkees thanked her and Buster for helping them.
"I'm glad to have helped you boys." She said.
"I think Buster deserves a big bone, don't you think, fellas?" Peter asked, scratching behind the dog's ears.
"Definitely." Micky replied, nodding his head.

So, the Monkees finished the gig, took off their costumes and drove Mrs. Prudy and Buster home. Walking into their pad, Micky was about to let out a werewolf howl when he caught sight of the looks on his friends' faces.
"Oh, yeah." Micky said, hanging his head, "I owe all of you an apology, especially you Mike."
"It's ok, Micky." Mike said, "But from now on...no more werewolf imitations."
"I promise." Micky said, "From now on, I'll just crow like a rooster! Cockadoodle DOOO!" He crowed.
Mike, Peter and Davy looked at each other, then chased Micky out the back porch and down onto the beach!
"Wait, wait, I was just kidding!" Micky shouted.
When the other three caught him, they buried him in the sand.
“I got an idea, Micky.” Mike said as he knelt down in front of Micky’s feet. “Instead of a Rooster crow, why not give us your Laughing Hyena imitation?” He then removed Micky’s shoes and socks.
“Oh no, Mike.” Micky begged, eyes wide, “Please, not that!”
But Mike ignored him and then he and the other two began to tickle the soles of his feet.
“Ha ha HA HEE HEE!” Micky began to laugh, “Stop!”
For a long time after that, instead of crowing, Micky was laughing as his friends tickled his feet.

Bill and Eunice were charged with several counts of poaching, importing banned items into the United States, kidnapping, attempted murder and failure to pay a bar tab. They both got a long prison sentence. The skins and ivory were sold to artists and the proceeds were given to wildlife organizations to help protect other wild animals from poachers.


THE END

That evening, Peter was in the living room, still trying to pull the ring off his finger. All he had accomplished, however, was making his finger sore.
"Let's rehearse guys." Mike said.
"Ok, Mike." Peter replied, but when he got up, he slipped on the rug and fell down.
"Are you ok, Peter?" Davy asked.
"Yeah, let's rehearse." Peter said, getting up.
The Monkees took their places on the bandstand and began to play "Pleasant Valley Sunday". They were about halfway through when Peter's guitar string snapped. Then another one snapped. Finally, the guys stopped playing.
"What's happening to your guitar Peter?" Micky asked.
"I've never had two strings break at once like that.” Peter said, shaking his head.
"Man, it's gotta be that ring." Mike said, "We're gonna have to help you get it off."
Peter took his guitar off his neck just as another string broke.
"Yeah, the sooner the better." Peter replied.

Back at Mr. Lee's shop, Mr. Lee was going through paperwork from the purchases made for today, when he heard the door's wind chime ring.
He looked up to see who was there, when he did he smile.
"Kyra, my dear daughter," said Mr. Lee.
"I thought I find you here dad," said Kyra, with a laugh.
She was a young woman around 18, petite with long black hair.
"How was your day at the university?" Mr. Lee asked.
"I got my test back, said Kyra, I aced it."
Mr. Lee hugged his daughter and said, “Well done, your Mother would be proud of you."
Kyra smiled and said, “Tell you what, why don't I help you close up shop, then I'll treat you to dinner."
Mr. Lee loved the plan.
"I see you've sold some of those mood rings,” said Kyra as she fixed up a display table, “I just hope it wasn't that ‘magic ring.’”
"Not to worry daughter,” said Mr. Lee, “I keep that ring in a safe in the back."
Mister Lee took his daughter to the back of the store, where the office was.
And of course, next to the desk was the safe. Mister Lee turned the combination lock, and opened the safe. Inside the safe was a small box.
Mr. Lee took the box out of the safe and opened it.
When he did, he got a big shock.
"Oh no!" said Mr. Lee.
"What's wrong father?' asked Kyra.
"This isn't the ring."
Sure enough, it wasn't.
"The ring has a gold band, and this has a sliver band like the ones that are for sale."
"That means someone is wearing the magic ring," said Kyra.
"Yes, and according to books, the person who gets the ring stuck on them will have bad luck," said Mr. Lee.

Meanwhile, back at the pad, Mike suggested to Peter that hopefully the ring would be unstuck by morning.
However, the next day the ring was still stuck on Peter's finger.
The guys began to try different methods to help Peter.
"Here Peter, try this," said Davy, handing his band mate some hand lotion.
Peter put the lotion on his finger, but the ring still wouldn't come off.
Just then, a thought came to Mike.
"Wait a minute, he said, you guys remember when Micky lost his voice?"
"Yeah, don't remind me," said Micky.
"Peter didn't loss his voice," said Davy.
"No, no, no, said Mike, I was thinking the cure was a trick from my great, great, great grandma."
"I really remember that, I was tasting that stuff for days," said Micky.
"Well, I actually got a method for how to get a ring off."
Mike walked up to the bookshelf and grabbed a very thick covered book.
He took it to the table and opened it.
"Let's see, air sickness, chicken pox, measles, mumps, poison ivy, poison oak, hang nails, yes here it is, removing stuck rings."
Mike got up and began to collect items from the fridge, cupboards and cabinets.
"I think I got everything," he said.
Mike then began to mix everything into the bowl.
As he was doing this, the guys watched.
"You know Mike, I think you threw in everything we have in the pad," said Davy.
"Everything but the kitchen sink," said Micky.
"I hope I don't have to eat that," said Peter.
"No, you just put your hand in it," said Mike, who was now mixing the ingredients.
He stirred for a few moments, and then checked on the mixture.
"Good, it's ready, Peter come here."
Peter approached the table, as did Micky and Davy.
"What is all this?" asked Peter, looking in the bowl.
"That will be a quick easy and painless way to get a ring unstuck," said Mike.
"Is it suppose to be that color?" asked Davy, looking into the bowl as well.
"Yes, that means it's fresh," said Mike.
"Smell pretty ripe to me."
"Is it suppose to be bubbling?" asked Micky.
"Not to worry, that means the buttermilk and honey is thickening the lemon juice, said Mike, Ok Peter, just place your hand in."
"How long?" asked Peter.
"One hour.
Micky, get the egg timer and set it for an hour."
Micky found the egg timer and began to set it.
"careful when you put your hand in Peter, warned Mike, It maybe hot."
"I thought you put ice cream in this," said Peter.
"I also put some hot sauce in to."
As Micky got the timer set, Peter placed his hand in.

An hour later, Micky and Davy were playing cards, Mike was reading the paper, and Peter fell asleep, when the timer went off.
It woke up Peter in an instant.
"Ok Peter, take your hand out, and rinse off the stuff with cool water," said Mike.
Peter did just that, but when he tried to take the ring off, it was still stuck on him.
"It didn't work," said Peter.
"Maybe I should try again, said Mike, perhaps I should use some beet juice and mashed cucumbers."
The guys stopped him.
"Never mind, let's try something else," said Davy.
"Good idea, said Micky, picking up the bowl, I'm tossing this out.
It's starting to stink up the pad."
When Micky tried to throw the goop out, it was stuck in the bowl.
"Well, now we got two things that are stuck," he said.
"Here, let me help," said Peter, taking the bowl.
But when he did, the mixture splattered on to him.

Mister Lee and his daughter Kyra were still looking in the safe when they heard the wind chimes on the door.
"Someone is coming in." Kyra said.
"You go wait on them, while I close the safe." Mr. Lee said.
Kyra walked back out to the store area where she found the place filled with several sinister-looking men. They looked like Indians and wore bright green turbans on their heads.
"Can I help you?" Kyra asked.
"We want the ring." A man answered her. He was wearing a green robe to match his turban.
"What ring?" Kyra asked, confused.
"The ring of Katmandu." Another man answered. "We have seen it on display in your store. It belongs to our God."
"We have many rings here." Mr. Lee said, joining his daughter. "Please describe it."
The first man told them what it looked like "It is a black stone and it had a gold band." He finished.
Kyra and her father looked at each other. The ring the man described sounded like the one Peter had bought the day before!
"It was sold by accident yesterday." Mr. Lee said, "Besides it is a bad luck ring."
"You don't really want it." Kyra added.
The first man slammed his hand on the display case.
"Let us decide that." He growled. "Who did you sell it to?"
"I don't know, I had a lot of customers yesterday." Mr. Lee said, getting scared.
"You won't have anymore if we burn down your shop." The second man answered.
"You can't do that!" Kyra cried.
The other men pulled out matches and lighters and lit them.
"Who did you sell the ring to?" The man asked again.
"It was a young blond man." Mr. Lee said quickly, "I think the others called him Peter."
"I think they live nearby." Kyra stuttered.
The men with the green turbans began to leave the store, but not before the first man, who seemed to be the leader, warned them: "Do not tell the police, and you had better not be lying to me!"
With that, the men were gone, leaving a shaking Mr. Lee and Kyra in their wake.

Back at the pad, Peter came back downstairs, after changing his clothes from the goop.
"Any luck with getting that ring off Peter?" asked Davy.
Peter tugged on the ring and said, “No, still stuck on tight."
Just then, a thought came into Davy's head.
"I just remembered a thought," he said.
"What's that?" asked Mike.
"My Sister uses this method when she wants to get a stuck ring off."
"What's that?" asked Mike.
"Ice water," Davy answered.
He filled up a bowl with ice water and placed it on the table. Peter placed his hand in the bowl.
"How long does Peter have to keep his hand in the water?" asked Micky.
"Until the ring comes off, or his fingers turn blue which ever happens first," said Davy.
Peter tried to take his hand out of the bowl, but it was stuck.
He pulled, until he got himself free, only to see his hand had now turned into a block of ice.
"Maybe heat will do the trick," said Davy.

Davy suggested that steam would get the ring of quicker than hot water, plus it was painless to.

"Let me guess, Peter has to stay in there until the ring falls off or melt?" asked Micky.
"Basically yes," said Davy.
"How you doing in there Peter?" Mike asked, knocking on the door.
Peter exited the bathroom, the ring still on his hand and sweat stains under his arms.

A few moments later, the guys were back downstairs, with Peter wearing one of Mike's shirts, since he ran out of his own.
Meanwhile, Micky was mixing up different chemicals with his chemistry set.
"What's this?" Davy asked, picking up a beaker, containing a red liquid.
"Don't touch anything, you'll mix up the ingredients," said Micky, taking the beaker.
He poured the item from that beaker into a bottle with black liquid, turning it blue.
Micky placed a cork on the bottle, shook it and the liquid turned into a cream.
"Here Peter, try this," said Micky handing Peter the bottle.
Peter put some of the cream on his hand.
The ring didn't come off, but it turned Peter's hand green.
"At least it did one trick," said Micky with a laugh.
He then earned a slap on the back on the head from Mike.

"Can you think of something else, Micky?" Peter begged.
"I do have a few more ideas, but I'll have to go to the shop to get more chemicals." Micky replied.
"I'll come with you." Peter said.
So Peter and Micky went downtown to buy more stuff for Micky's chemistry set.
As they walked along the street, they didn't know they were being followed-by men wearing green turbans.
Micky stopped to look in the window of a music store to admire the drums there when he noticed the green-turbaned men in the window. When he turned around, they were gone.
"Did you see those men?" Micky asked Peter.
"No, I didn't." Peter replied.
"They sure were looking funny at us." Micky replied.
Peter just shrugged and the two continued down the street and over to the chemistry shop.

Meanwhile, the green-turbaned men ran back over to their leader, who was waiting in a car for them.
"Mister Bling!" They said, bowing down.
"Did you find the ring?" He demanded.
"We have the shop owner told the truth." A man replied, "A young blond man wears the ring."
"Where is he?" Bling demanded, getting excited.
"Not far, sir." Another man answered, "Come and see."
So Bling told his driver to follow the men. Soon they came upon the shop and saw Micky and Peter leaving.
"Follow them!" He said quickly.
So Bling's men followed the two Monkees. It didn't take long for Micky and Peter to realize they were being followed. When they turned around, the turbaned men tried to act nonchalant, pretending to be interested in the shop windows.
"I think we're being followed." Micky whispered to Peter.
"I think you're right." Peter whispered back.
"On three, run to the car." Micky whispered back.
Peter nodded and Micky counted to three. At three, the two Monkees began to run.
Bling noticed this and shouted at his men. "Get them!"
Bling's men chased the two Monkees down the street. But as Micky and Peter got to the Monkeemobile, Bling's men caught up to them and forced them into Bling's car.
"Hey, let us go!" Micky demanded, his bag of stuff dropping to the ground.
The other men climbed into Bling's car as well, and the car sped off.
Who are you guys?" asked Peter.
"Shut up you," said one of Bling's men.
"Yeah, you will talk when we tell you to," said another man.
"So, you must be the boy with the ring," said Bling, with a laugh.
He then blow smoke from a cigar he was smoking into Peter and Micky's faces, causing the two to cough. Bling gave Peter a stern look.
"Well, are you?"
"Yes," Peter answered.
"Let me see."
Peter showed his hands to Bling, and sure enough, there was the ring.
"Yes,” said Bling, that's the ring. “But why are your hands green?"
"Well, we were trying to help get the ring unstuck…" said Micky.
"Shut up!" yelled Bling. The car then stopped.
"Get out!" Bling yelled again.
Peter and Micky did what they were told.
"Run Peter, now!" Micky shouted.
The two began to run, but Peter tripped, however Micky was too busy running to notice, until he got to a street corner.
"Peter?" Micky asked. He got scared.
"Oh no!"
Although he wanted to save Peter, Micky knew he needed the guys’ help, so he went to get them.

When he got to the pad, he noticed that Mike and Davy were sitting with a young lady, who from the look on her face looked like she’d been crying.
It turned out to be Kyra.
"Micky, where have you been?" asked Mike.
"Where's Peter?" asked Davy.
Micky had no choice, but to tell the guys what happened.
"Oh no!" cried Kyra.
"What's wrong?" asked Micky.
"Bling's men came into my father's shop this morning and took him prisoner as well."

Meanwhile, Peter's captors took him to an old abandoned beach house. They dragged him inside and down to the basement.
Peter was taken to a side room where his arms were tied to the armrests of a chair. Already in the room was Mr. Lee, and he was also tied to a chair.
"Mister Lee!" Peter exclaimed, "What are you doing here?"
"Bling and his men kidnapped me because I was in possession of the ring." Mr. Lee said sadly, "Now you have the ring and now you're in trouble too."
"That's enough, both of you." Bling said as he came into the room. He looked at the ring on Peter's finger.
"The ring of Katmadu will soon be in its rightful place-on my finger." He chuckled.
"You can have it." Peter replied, "It's caused me nothing but trouble."
"The ring brings bad luck because it is not on my finger."
Bling pulled on the ring. The ring would still not budge. After several tries, he glared at Peter. "If the ring won't come off, we have other means to take it off your stupid finger." He said.
"That's my ring finger." Peter corrected.
"He means they'll cut your finger off." Mr. Lee said.
Peter gulped and hoped Micky was getting help.
Back by the pad, the guys and Kyra jumped in the monkeemobile, with Mike, speeding down the road.
"Mike! stop the car!" yelled Micky.
Mike did just that.
Micky stepped out of the car, and ran to a spot.
"Here, this is where those guys got us," he said, indicating the spot where he dropped the items after the Bling gang got Peter and himself.
Micky then noticed something in the road.
"Hey tire tracks," he said.
"Maybe if we follow them, we can find my father and your friend," said Kyra.
"Could be possible," said Davy.
"Let's check it out then," said Mike.
Micky jumped back in the car and the gang took off.
They drove down the street, following the tracks, when they reached a group of abandoned beach houses.
"This is the place, said Micky, getting out of the car, followed by Mike, Davy, and Kyra.
"Now we gotta see which house they're in," said Davy.
Kyra noticed something on the ground.
"Footprints," she said.
"Let's follow them," said Mike.
And that's what they did.
They followed the tracks, which lead they to one of the houses.
"Should we check it out?" asked Davy.
"We have to, I have to save my father,” said Kyra, “Bling’s men actually wanted to take me for ransom, but father demanded that he'd be taken instead." Kyra's eyes filled up with tears.
"Don't worry Kyra, I'm sure your Dad and Peter are ok," said Mike.
They discovered a new set of tracks, which lead them to the back of the house.
They looked at one another, nodded and opened the door.
"Who's there?" said a voice in the darkness.
"Who said that?" said Davy.
"There's a light switch on the side of the wall," said the voice.
Mike felt around the wall, until he came to the switch.
He turned on the lights, to find Mr. Lee, tied to a chair.
"Father!" said Kyra, who now had tears of joy in her eyes.
Micky and Davy untied Mr. Lee, who then reunited with his daughter with a big hug.
"Are you alright, Father?" asked Kyra.
"Yes, I'm find my dear,” said Mr. Lee, “Though it was quite dangerous for you to come."
"Were glad you're ok Mr. Lee,” said Micky, “But where's Peter?”
Mr. Lee told everyone what Bling's gang had planned to do.
"We gotta save Peter," said Mike.
And the five began the search.

Meanwhile, up in the attic, Bling's gang had Peter tied up to a chair, with his arm that had the ring extended out.
"Just wait till my friends get here," said Peter.
"Like they really know where you are," said Bling with a laugh.
His men laughed as well, and Bling took another puff of a cigar, blowing smoke into Peter's face, causing him to cough, make Bling and his gang laugh harder.
With the smoke actually made Peter to cough so loud, it went through the house.
In fact, the guys, Mr. Lee and Kyra heard it from where they were wondering downstairs.
"What was that?" asked Davy.
"Sounds like coughing," said Mike.
"But where's it coming from?" asked Kyra.
"We better look around and find out," said Micky.
And their search continued.

Back upstairs, Bling's gang was getting ready to get the ring off Peter.
"Now this won't hurt a bit," said Bling, holding a knife.
"What are you saying?" asked Peter.
"Meaning, it won't hurt us."
"What about me?"
"Shut up!"
Bling men grabbed Peter, holding him down.
"Help!!!" he shouted.
His cry for help was heard downstairs.
"That's Peter!" said Davy.
"He must be in the house," said Mr. Lee
"But we looked all over the house, and he's not here," said Mike.
"Wait, we didn't check upstairs," said Kyra.
"You're right," said Micky, indicating a staircase.
They headed up the stairs.
Everyone raced up the stairs, to see if Peter was there.
They crashed the door, leading to the attic open.
"Peter!" shouted Mike, Micky and Davy.
"Fellas!" yelled Peter.
With the excitement, Peter tried to get up, causing Bling's gang to fall over, as well as something else to happen.
The ring fell off Peter finger, and everyone gasped.
Without hesitation, they all made a dash for the ring.
The Monkees ended up with it, then Mike came up with a plan, and whispered it to the others. He dashed out the door, holding the ring, followed by Davy, who were by then being chased by Bling and his men.
Meanwhile, Micky, Kyra and Mr. Lee untied Peter.
After thanking them, Peter and the group went to catch up with Mike and Davy.
By then, Mike, Davy and Bling's gang were nearly out the door.
Mike turned to see Mr. Lee, Kyra, Peter and Micky had caught up.
He then threw the ring, and Kyra caught it.
Bling gang then raced to her and the others. Kyra then threw the ring back, and Davy caught it this time. Bling's gang raced back to him and Mike.
Little did the groups know, a few police officers were walking around the area.
The police approached them, everybody stopped.
"What seems to be going on here?" one of the officers said.
Before anyone could get a chance to explain anything, the other officer spoke up.
"Hey Harold, aren't those the Bling mafia?" said the officer.
"You're right Charlie, it is," said Officer Harold.
"Wait a minute, you know them?" asked Davy.
"We've been after these guys for quite sometime," said officer Charlie.
"On what kind of charges?" asked Mike.
"Kidnapping, arson, theft, you name it," said officer Harold.
Everyone went down to the station, where both sides of the story were heard, and after quite some time, Bling and his gang were booked on all their charges, and the ring was placed in the custody of Mr. Lee and Kyra.
They thanked Officers Charlie and Harold, and headed back to Mr. Lee’s shop.

When everyone was back at the shop, they all examined the ring.
"I was wondering Mr. Lee,” said Peter, “How did the ring fall off my finger?”
"According to the old remedy, the only way to remove the ring, is by perspiring it off," said Mr. Lee.
"Or in modern terms, sweating," said Kyra.
"So, do you think the ring was really unlucky?" asked Peter.
"Maybe it was all in your head, Peter," said Mike.
The guys decided to test the ring outside.
Davy held the ring first, and a bird dropped a nasty surprise on him.
Mike was next, and a car splashed mud on him.
Then, Micky had a turn with the ring, but nothing happened.
"Must be defected," he said.
Meanwhile up the street, a delivery boy was picking up items at the local fruit stand, when he tripped.
He didn't fall, but his bag flew out of his arms.
The bag went flying and landed onto Micky's head.
"I didn't think that was too unlucky," said Micky.
"Why do you say that?” asked Mike.
"Well, I was getting kind of hungry."
Everyone laughed.
Kyra and Mr. Lee thanked the guys so much for helping them, and offered them a reward, but the guys said they couldn't take it.
Mr. Lee decided to donate the ring to the museum, so other people can see and it won't cause anymore trouble to anyone.
Kyra went on to study archeology.
As for Bling and his gang, they are still serving hard time in prison.

The End