The King and I (or The Monkee who would be King)

By: Lisa and Mickys411   Rated PG

It was yet another boring day at the pad for the Monkees. They hadn't had a gig in almost two weeks, so to relieve the boredom; they were devising ways to hide from their landlord, Mr. Babbit.
"Davy might fit under the sofa." Micky said with a smile.
"Don't think so Micky." Davy shot back, "If you put a lamp on your head you could pose as a lamp."
"No, we gotta find hiding places big enough for all of us." Mike said.
"What about the freezer?" Peter asked.
"Too cold." Davy replied.
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door.
"It's Babbit!" All four Monkees said at once.
"Hide!" Micky shouted.
They started to run away, but ended up banging against each other and they all fell down. Peter climbed into the freezer, Davy dived over the sofa and Micky put a lampshade on his head. Mike frantically looked around and finally hid behind the TV.
The knock on the door was repeated, harder this time.
"Why doesn't he give up?" Davy whispered.
"Telegram for Micky Dolenz!" The voice behind the front door said.
The Monkees looked up from their hiding places.
"Telegram for me?" Micky asked the others.
"Might be a trick." Mike replied.
The knocking continued, and finally Micky walked over to the front door and opened it. Standing there was indeed a telegram deliveryman, a large envelope in his hand.
"Oh, I'm sorry ma'am." The man said, "I'm looKing for Micky Dolenz."
Micky realized he still had the lampshade on his head. With a sheepish smile, he pulled it off.
"Um yeah, I'm Micky Dolenz." Micky said. "Come inside, please."
The befuddled deliveryman followed Micky into the pad.
"It's ok guys." Micky called out, "It really is a telegram."
Mike and Davy came out from hiding, but Peter was nowhere to be found.
"Where's Peter?" Mike asked.
Davy walked over to the freezer and pulled out a near-frozen Peter.
"Thanks, Davy." Peter shivered.
"So that's for me?" Micky asked, holding out his hand.
"No so fast." The telegram man said quickly, "There's a matter of $1.98 due for this telegram."
"Well, you'll have to ask Mr. Schneider our manager for that." Mike said, taking the telegram from the man and pointing to the dummy sitting on a nearby chair. The Monkees quickly went out onto the balcony while the telegram man began to ask Mr. Schneider for the money.
"I said I need $1.98! Can't you hear me?" The man shouted at the dummy.
Outside, Micky began to rip open the letter.
"Who sent you that, Micky?" Mike asked.
Micky looked at the return address. "It says here, "The castle of King George XXV of Freedonia."
"Freedonia?" Peter asked, "Isn't that place far away?"
"It's a little country in Europe, Peter." Davy replied, "Even smaller than Liechtenstein."
"Wow, get a load of this!" Micky exclaimed, "To the honorable George Michael Dolenz: Dear sir, please expect a visit tomorrow from his Majesty, King George the XXV at noon. Once there, he has great news to tell you. Signed, Justin Case, Secretary to King George."
"What news?" Mike asked, "What does he have to tell you, Micky?"
"How does the King know you?" Peter added.
"I don't know." Micky replied, shaKing his head, "I know my father and mother once visited Freedonia a long time ago, but..."
Micky was cut off by the delivery guy who charged outside.
"Your manager is a dummy!" He shouted.
"Well, you don't look so bright yourself!" Peter replied.
"Where's my $1.98?"
The guys scrounged around in their pockets and came up with the right amount. Scowling about not getting a tip, the man left.

The next day, the guys got the pad in as good shape as possible. They cleaned the floor and washed the windows. At noon, a fleet of Cadilacs came down Beachwood Road and stopped in front of the house. Jumping out, a man ran over and knocked on the Monkees' front door. Mike answered it right away.
"Is this the residence of Micky Dolenz?" The man sniffed.
"Yes it is..." Mike began, but the other man turned and ran off and spoke to someone in another car. That car door opened and another man, about in his 50's with curly hair, stepped out, followed by several guards. He was wearing a gray silk suit and lots of jewelry. His guards wore red uniforms trimmed in black and carried swords.
"Looks like the King is here." Davy told Micky.
The King stepped inside the pad, took one look and Micky and then ran over and embraced him.
"My son!" The King exclaimed.
Micky didn't hug the King back; instead, he just stood still in complete shock, as did the other Monkees.
When the King finally let go, Micky managed to speak up, "Excuse me?"
"You are my long-lost son," the King said to him.
"How could this be?"
The King then called one of his men.
"William, please go out to go out to the car and fetch me the papers," said the King.
"Yes your highness," said William.
He raced out to the car, and came back in the pad seconds later, holding a folder
William bowed and handed the folder to the King. The King put on a pair of glasses and opened the folder. He rustled a few of the papers inside then looked at Micky once again.
"Your full name is George Michael Dolenz?" The King asked.
"That's right." Micky replied.
"You were born on March 8, 1945, correct?"
"Yeah, but so were a lot of other guys." Micky replied.
"But how many were born in Los Angeles General Hospital on that very day?" The King asked with a smile.
"Well..." Micky hesitated.
The King pulled out a small black and white picture and handed it to Micky. The drummer let out a gasp as he recognized the person in it.
"That's me, just a few days old!" Micky exclaimed.
The other Monkees gathered around Micky to look.
"Boy, you were a cute baby, Micky." Peter said.
"Wait, your Majesty." Mike said to him. "How could Micky be your son? He was born in L.A."
"Yeah, and Freedonia is several thousand miles away from here." Davy added.
The King smiled and handed the folder back to William.
"What you've said is true, young man." The King said, "But please remember what was going on at that time. May I sit down and I can tell you boys the full story?"
"Oh sure, please sit down." The guys said and they all moved further into the pad and sat down. The King's guards took up stations around the living room. The Monkees looked at them nervously.
"Oh, don't mind them." The King chuckled, "They are only for my protection. There are still some who would oppose my rule. Now for my story: The second World War in Europe was still going on. Freedonia had been finally freed from Nazi control by the allies, but it was still a dangerous place to be. I was just made King a few months before after the murder of my father by the nazis and my wife was expecting a baby. It was decided that Freedonia was not a safe place to have a baby, so with a heavy heart, I had her sent to America to have our child."
"Oh my." Peter sniffed.
"Well, on March 8th 1945 she gave birth to our son George in Los Angeles General Hospital. When the war ended in Europe the two of them came home. However, as the prince grew up, my wife and I realized he didn't look like either side of the family. A blood test confirmed that he wasn't our son. So, I've spent the last several years trying to track you down."
The guys looked at each other in shock, especially Micky. The King looked at Micky once more.
"I know this is a lot for you to handle in one day, my son." He said, "But I want you to come back to Freedonia with me so I can prepare you for the throne one day."
During the entire conversation, Micky was too much in shock to say a word.
Finally, Mike broke the silence.
"Excuse me you highness, this news has been a big surprise to all of us, especially Micky," he said.
"Quite sure it has," said the King.
Micky then managed to talk, after being shocked and surprised for quite some time.
"Where is Exactly is this place?” He asked.
"It' s a small country, just off the coast of England," the King answered.
"So, when do you leave?" Peter asked.
"Tomorrow, and you're all invited."
"I hate to be nosy, your highness,” said Davy, “I know you took a blood test, but is there any other proof Micky is your son?"
"The boy is right, sire." William put in quickly, "We must know for sure Micky is your son."
"There were only a few boys born that day, William." The King said to him, "And a blood test proves George is not my son."
"But Micky hasn't taken a blood test to prove HE is your son though, has he?" Mike said suddenly.
"Why no, he has not..." The King trailed off.
"Excellent idea!" William said to Mike, "This will prove for sure if Micky is the true prince."
"What do you say, Micky?" The King asked him. "I'll pay for a blood test tomorrow, and in the meantime, you and your friends can come back to Freedonia with me."
"Shouldn't you wait until we get back to Freedonia, your Majesty?" William asked again.
"No, I cannot wait." The King replied, "I took a chance leaving Freedonia in the first place. If Micky is my son, and I certainly think he is, he will have to come there anyway."
"But if he isn't..." William persisted.
"Then I will send him back home with all due apologies." The King answered gruffly, getting annoyed with William. He turned once again to Micky.
"What do you say?"
"Sure, if it will clear up this mystery, I'll do it." Micky replied.
"Very good." The King smiled, standing up. The Monkees did the same. "William will arrange it all for tomorrow and after that, we will be on our way."
"Thank you, your Majesty." Peter said.
"I will call early tomorrow to inform you where you are to report." William told Micky stiffly.
"Take your time." Micky replied, not liking the thought of a needle in his arm.
"Well, I must go now." The King said, "For your protection, Micky, I'm leaving guards in the front and back of your residence."
"Why?" Micky asked.
"As I mentioned before, there are those who would like to take the throne from me." The King said quietly, "Even though I've kept it quiet, it was still leaked that Prince George wasn't my son and that I've been searching for my true heir."
"So they might try to kill Micky so you'll have no heir?" Davy asked.
"That is correct." The King replied. "Farewell."
"Goodbye, your Majesty." Mike said.
The Monkees bowed to the King, but ended up bumping heads. The King chuckled and walked out of the pad and into his car, his guards and William following closely.

That night, Micky tossed and turned on his bed. Finally, Mike turned on the light near his bed and looked across the room at his roommate.
"Micky, please go to sleep." He said, "I know you're excited about all this, but..."
"More than that, I'm scared too." Micky said, staring at the ceiling, "If I really am a prince, I'll have to give up everything I've ever known here and live in a far off land."
"We'll be with you." Mike stated.
"Yeah, I'll make you all Barons or something like that." Micky smiled.
Mike chuckled at that. "Thanks, your highness. Now go to sleep, please?"
"Ok, Mike." Micky said.
Mike turned out the light and soon both Monkees were asleep.

The next morning, William called the pad and told Micky to report to the Malibu Hospital at nine a.m. for a blood test.
A large limo arrived to pick them up, and after loading their suitcases, the guys were taken over to the hospital.
After the blood test, Micky was talking to the other Monkees in the waiting room.
"Yeah, the nurse used such a small needle, it didn't hurt a bit!" He exclaimed, showing the band-aid on his arm.
"Yeah, too bad Peter fainted though at the sight of the needle." Davy replied, pointing to an unconscious Peter slumped in a chair.
"Are you four ready to go?" William asked, marching up to them. With him was the King's secretary, Justin Case.
"Yeah, we gotta wake Peter up, that's all." Mike replied.
"Well, his majesty doesn't like to be kept waiting." Justin said.
"Relax, will ya?" Micky asked, annoyed at Case's attitude. He walked over to Peter and gently shook him awake.
"You ok there, Peter?" Micky asked gently.
"Is she gone?" Peter asked, looking around for the nurse.
"Yeah, no more nurse. No more needle." Davy said, stifling a laugh.
"Ok, let's go then." Peter said, getting to his feet.
William motioned to the door. "The car is waiting for you." He said.
The Monkees walked out the door and into the waiting limo. The King's men climbed in after them and soon the limo was roaring away.
It was quiet in the limo as they traveled along, until Mike noticed something.
"Hey, this isn't the way to the airport!" He exclaimed. "We're heading the wrong way!"
"No, you're heading the right way." William said with a smile. He and Justin pulled out guns. "You’re coming with us."
The Monkees just sat there in terror. Never did they expect this to happen.
"Why are you doing this?” Davy shouted.
"Because, if your friend is really the King's son, he will pay anything to get him back," said Justin.
"So what do you want with us?” Mike asked.
"You might squeal to the police," said William.
"We might tell, but we won't squeal," said Peter.
"Everyone please!" Micky spoke up. He then look up at Justin and William and said, “Please, let my friends go, it's me you want."
Justin then pulled the car behind a building, so no one would see what was going on.
"Get out!” William barked at the Monkees.
As the guys were getting out, William grabbed Micky's arm.
"You stay!” he shouted.
Micky did what he was told. Mike, Davy and Peter then watched as the car sped away.
"This is not good." Davy said.
"Poor Micky." Peter cried.
"We gotta get to a payphone and call the King." Mike told the other two. "Good thing he gave me a number."
So the three Monkees ran off to find a payphone.

William and Justin drove Micky to a small house.
"The King will never think to look for you here." William smiled.
"You two could be making a big mistake." Micky said, trying to reason with them. "I may not even be the prince."
"You better hope you are." Justin snapped, "Our plans will be ruined if you're just a commoner."
"And we wouldn't like that." William added, patting his gun.
Micky gulped and changed the subject.
"How much ransom are you going to demand for me?" He asked.
"We didn't kidnap you for money." William replied.
"Then what are you demanding?" Micky asked, puzzled.
"That the King abdicate his throne in favor of me, his half-brother."
"You're the King's half-brother?" Micky asked in shock.
"That's right." William said as Justin pulled the car around to the back of the house. "I'm tired of being my half-brother's lackey. I should be the next King. I would've been the next King. Then the Royal investigators found you..." He sighed, shaking his head, “Hey, I was happy being a drummer in a rock band.” Micky said, raising his hands.
"So what?" William snapped, and then got a hold of his temper. "In case you're wondering how Justin fits into all this, Justin is my son."
"Yeah, I should be the heir, not you." Justin snapped as he shut off the car. "Now get out, and no false moves."
Micky got out of the car, closely followed by William and Justin. They went inside and the two kidnappers took Micky to a bedroom where they handcuffed him to a chair.
"Now just relax." William said.
"Yeah, sure, relax." Micky frowned, pulling on the handcuffs.

Mike, Peter and Davy quickly found a payphone, after a bit of wrangling, spoke to the King, and told him what had happened. Immediately, the King sent a car for them and within a few minutes, they were sitting in an airport lounge explaining the whole situation.
"I just can't believe this." The King said, shaKing his head. "I thought I knew those two well. Then they betray me."
"Just so they could kidnap Micky for ransom." Davy replied.
"I don't think that is it, Davy." The King said, "I had been good over the years to my half-brother and nephew. They are rich and own lots of property." The King paused, "I believe William wants my throne."
"He'll want to exchange Micky for your abdication?" Mike asked.
"I believe so." The King replied.
A soldier ran over to the King and bowed.
"A message from the Freedonian embassy, sire." He said, holding a piece of paper.
"Thank you." The King replied and looked at the paper. After a few seconds, he crumpled it up and threw it on the floor.
"What did it say?" Peter asked.
"Just what I thought it would." The King replied angrily. "William has contacted the embassy and demanded that I either abdicate the Freedonian throne in twenty-four hours and name him as the new King-or Micky dies."

The Monkees invited the King back to the pad, to discuss what to do about the situation.
"So what are we going to do?" Davy asked.
"I don't know, if I give them the Kingdom, Freedonian will be run by cruel dictatorship," said the King.
"And if you don't, we'll loss our friend," said Mike.
Peter began to cry again.
"We have to save Micky," he said between sobs.
Davy put an arm around Peter's shoulder and said, “Don’t worry Peter, we'll save Micky."
Meanwhile, Micky was still tied up in the chair and with handcuffs on his wrists.
As he sat there, he said to himself, “Why did this have to happen?
I don't want to be a prince of some Kingdom, I never heard of, I just want to go back to being who I am, just a drummer in a band.
I also want to get out here and have things go back to the way they were before this."
Tears then began to fall from Micky's eyes.

The King spent some time on the phone talking to the police about Micky's kidnapping. The police promised to immediately search for Micky. When King George was done, he walked over to the other Monkees.
"Well, I've done all I can from here." He said, "I must go over to the Freedonian Embassy."
"What's over there?" Mike asked.
"From there, I can issue an official decree stripping William and Justin's diplomatic immunity." The King answered.
"Then they'll be able to be arrested." Davy replied.
"Quite so, Davy." The King said, "Come along with me."
So the King and the three Monkees went over to the Freedonian Embassy, which was really a small house with a fence around it. On the front gate was a sign 'Freedonian Embassy' and on top of the house a white flag with an 'F' inside a gold circle flapped in the breeze.
"This is your embassy?" Peter asked.
"Yes, Peter." The King replied, "Inside the house you will legally be on Freedonian soil."
The car pulled up to the front of the house and everybody went inside. The Monkees were shown into a parlor room on the second floor while the King went to his office. A servant asked them if they wanted something to drink, but none of the guys felt like drinking anything right then.
"I hope Micky is ok." Peter said softly.
"Me too." Davy replied, "I hope the police find them."
"Well, they should." Mike said, looking out the window that faced the back. "I told the King the license number and he told the police so..." He stopped suddenly as he looked at a car parked below the window.
"Hey Davy, Peter." Mike said, motioning them to come over.
"What's up?" Peter asked as he and Davy came over to him.
"That car looks familiar."
Davy and Peter looked down at the car as the King came into the room.
"Well, I've officially stripped those two of diplomatic immunity and froze their bank accounts in Freedonia." The King said, "Now they have no protection if they are outside these walls."
"They just might be here!" Davy exclaimed, "That's the car Justin was driving!" He pointed to the car below him.
The King looked over too. "Yes, that's an official Freedonia car!" He said, "How clever. They're hiding right under our very noses!"
The three Monkees ran out of the room as the King followed and called for the guards.

Meanwhile, in William's room, Justin had an idea.
"Hey, I better hide the car so nobody spots it." He said.
"Go ahead." William replied, "I'll keep our guest company." He pointed at Micky still handcuffed to the chair.
Justin began to walk to the door when he heard a commotion outside. Father and son looked at each other.
"What's that?" Justin asked.
The two men walked over to the door, opened it and looked outside...to see the King, the three Monkees and several guards running down the hall toward them!
"Stop in the name of the King!" One of the guards shouted.
Justin made to go back into the room, but William stopped him.
"We can't hold them off, let's go!" He shouted.
William and Justin tore down the hall and down the back steps. The Monkees stopped in the doorway to see Micky sitting there, still handcuffed, but a big smile on his face.
"Micky!" Mike, Peter and Davy shouted.
"Forget me, get William and Justin!" Micky shouted back.
"After them!" The King shouted to his guards and the other Monkees, while he and another guard went into William’s room to free Micky.

Mike, Peter and Davy led the guards down the steps and out a back door where Justin had parked the car. But as soon as Mike stuck his head out the door, Justin fired his gun, the bullet slamming into the doorframe just above his head. Everyone ducked back inside and that gave Justin and William time to get into their car and escape.
"Can't you go after him?" Peter asked a guard.
"No, we have no authority outside of this house to do anything like that." The guard replied, disappointed.
"At least Micky is safe." Peter said.
Everyone nodded and went back upstairs into William's room. There, they found Micky sitting in his chair, his hands now free and rubbing his wrists form the handcuffs. When he saw his friends, he got up and the other Monkees gave him a group hug.
"Thanks for rescuing me." Micky told them and the King. "How did you find me?"
"By accident." Mike said, "We saw Justin's car parked below us and realized they were right here in the Freedonian Embassy."
"We're at the Freedonian Embassy?" Micky asked.
"Yes, it was very clever of them to hide you here under our very noses." The King replied, "But now they are nothing but common criminals. I've stripped them of their diplomatic immunity and froze their bank accounts, so they'll have nowhere to go."
"That's good." Micky replied.
"So what's next?" Mike asked.
"We are going right to the airport to my private plane." The King replied, "We can't take any more chances with Micky's life. Once in Freedonia, he'll be much safer."
So at once, everyone left for the airport and to the King's plane. After a very long flight with two refueling, the King's plane landed in the small country of Freedonia.

Once the plane landed, the Monkees and the King stepped off.
The guys then looked around and saw that Freedonian almost was exactly like California. It had palm trees, beaches and lovely weather.
A limo took everyone to the castle.
"Well, here we are, home sweet home," said the King, stepping out of the limo, followed by the Monkees.
As they entered the castle, the guys couldn't believe their eyes to what they saw.
"Say, this is quite a groovy place,” said Davy.
"It sure is," said Mike.
"Absolutely,” said the King, “It has sixty bedrooms, ten swimming pools, and an indoor polo field."
"Yes, but is it in a nice neighborhood?" asked Peter.
Everyone laughed; all except for Micky who could actually looked a bit preoccupied.
"Hey Mick," said Mike, tapping Micky on the shoulder.
"Oh yeah, real funny Peter," said Micky, pretending to hear what his friend had said.
Coming over to the King and the Monkees was an older woman wearing a long blue dress and a young man in a suit. He had straight brown hair. The woman looked happy to see them, but the young man looked rather sad and he hung back a little from the woman.
"Oh George, I'm so glad you're safe!" She exclaimed, giving the King a kiss.
"Yes, that snake William and his son finally showed their true colors." The King replied sourly. He turned to the Monkees.
"My dear, may I present Michael Nesmith, David Jones, Peter Tork and..." He paused, "Micky Dolenz. Gentlemen, this is my wife, Queen Margaret of Freedonia, and my son Prince George."
The Monkees bowed to the Queen and prince, and she nodded in return. The prince just kept his head down.
"I'm pleased to meet all of you." She smiled, then walked over to Micky. "Especially you, Micky." She said, taking Micky's face in her hands. "My son."
Micky did his best to smile, but only half-succeeded.
"We have to wait for the blood test results, dear." The King said softly, "But I think he is the prince."
"So you're my replacement." Prince George said, a frown on his face, "The real prince."
"George, don't talk like that." The King replied, "You may not be my biological child, but your mother and I will always consider you our son."
"If Freedonian law didn't require a biological heir to the throne, you would be the next King." The Queen added, patting his shoulder.
"Wait, what happens to him if I really am a prince?" Micky asked, feeling sorry for Prince George.
"I will make a public announcement explaining the whole mix-up that George is not the prince. I will then name you as my heir..." The King replied, "And I will give George the titles and lands once owned by my half-brother William and nephew Justin."
Micky nodded his head, but still felt bad he might depose someone who had thought he was going to be King.
"It's been a very long, tiring trip." The King said to the Monkees, "So I suggest we retire to our rooms and rest for awhile."
"I'll show them to their rooms, father." Prince George said, then turned to the Monkees. "Come this way, please."
So the Prince led them to their bedrooms on the third floor of the palace, with George walking next to Micky.
"Wow, it's easy to get lost in here." Pete remarked.
"Yes, sometimes people have." The Prince replied, "After the second world war, the castle was rebuilt and expanded-too much I think."
The Prince led them down a long hallway with several large doors on either side. He pointed out which rooms were for Mike, Pete and Davy first.
"The rooms are pretty much arranged the same way," He said, "You'll each have your own servant."
"Thank you, Prince George." Mike said as he and the other two Monkees went into their rooms.
Prince George led Micky over to another set of doors and pushed them open.
"This will be your suite until it's determined if you're really the prince." He said.
Micky's mouth dropped open. The suite was very large with a sunken living room and a dining room with a huge table. Micky walked up the hurricane stairs to the bedroom with a large picture window that took up an entire wall, which showed the beautiful land around him. The bathroom was done entirely in marble and gold.
"Like it?" The prince asked as Micky came back down the stairs.
"I love it!" Micky smiled, and the prince began to walk away.
"Your highness?" Micky asked.
"Yes, Micky?" Prince George asked.
"I just wanted to tell you that I'm just so shocked about what's been going on." Micky said, "If I had it my way, I'd go back to being a drummer and let you be the prince."
"You play the drums?" The prince asked.
"Yeah, do you play?" Micky replied back.
"A little guitar." The prince replied, "Well, I'll let you rest now, see you at supper."
"Yeah, thank you, your highness." Micky said.
The prince walked out of the suite and closed the door.

Several hours later, a uniformed butler came to each of the Monkee's rooms to announce that supper was served. Sleeping in the soft beds had refreshed the guys and they were now very hungry as they followed the butler down to the dining room.
"Did you gentlemen sleep well?" The butler asked.
"Yeah, slept like a log." Mike replied.
The other Monkees said the same, even Micky, though he was still uncomfortable, knowing his life might never be the same in a few days.
The dining room was a large oak paneled room with a long table in the center. More uniformed servants stood along the walls waiting for instructions. The King, Queen and Prince were already seated and waiting for them.
"Hello boys." The King said, "Enjoy your rooms?"
"Oh yeah, never had a bed so soft before." Davy replied.
"That's good." The King said as the servants helped the Monkees sit down on the ornate chairs.
A few seconds later, the first course of soup was brought out.
"Any word about the blood test?" Micky asked the King.
"No, it will take a few days before the results are sent here." The Queen replied, "Until then, we'll just have to wait.
"Why didn't you wait until Micky was here before you had him take the test, Father?" Prince George asked.
"I was anxious to know the truth, son." The King replied, "I guess I should've had the royal doctor do the test like the first time. It would've been done by now."
"The royal doctor took the first test?" Mike asked.
"Yes, he's a good doctor. He had the results showing George wasn't our biological son within a day."
When the soup was done, other courses followed, and the Monkees feasted on them all, turkey, chicken, pasta and all sorts of good food came to them until they could eat no more.
"That was an excellent meal, your majesty." Peter said sincerely as the dishes were cleared away.
"Yeah, even I'm full." Micky smiled and the others laughed.
Later on, a string quartet played music for them in the music room. It was all the Monkees could do not to fall asleep.
After the concert, the guys were able to get a moment to themselves.
"How you guys doing?" Micky asked.
"We're fine, how about you?" Mike asked, a knowing look on his face.
"I can't believe I'd be living in such a huge place." Micky said, "I like the pad, even thought it's a lot smaller."
"Yeah, our rooms are pretty big." Davy said. "Can't we get smaller ones?"
"I'll ask," Said Micky, "But I get the feeling those are the small rooms."
So Micky asked the King if they could get smaller rooms closer together. The King was surprised to hear someone asking for a smaller room.
"Usually someone demands a larger one." The King replied, "How about if I move all of you into the grand suite where you four can sleep in one room?"
"Yes, I'd appreciate that, your majesty." Micky asked.
So the Monkees and their belonging were moved into the grand suite where they all could sleep in one huge bedroom. Now Micky felt better having his friends around him, and that night they slept much better.

That night, a small plane landed in an unlit airstrip on the edge of Freedonia. Two men jumped out and the plane quickly took off again. The two men ran over to a car sitting nearby and climbed into the back seat. The driver looked at them through his rear-view mirror.
"Welcome home, your highnesses." The driver said with a smirk.
"Shut up and drive us to the castle, doctor." William snarled.
With a chuckle, the royal doctor started the car and drove them to the castle.

By: Mickys411 and Lisa    Rated G

One day, Micky was walking down the strip and stopped in the local record/music instruments supply shop to pick up a new pair of drumsticks and see if any new albums came in.
He ended up with two items, the drumsticks, plus the new Dylan record.
"Find what you were looking for today?" a voice at the counter asked.
"Yep," Micky answered.
He looked to see that the person behind the counter was a young girl about his age, who had long brown hair and brown eyes.
"I see you got the new Dylan record," she said.
"Yeah, big fan,” said Micky, “I also like the Beatles, Byrds, and all the other groups."
"Same here,” said the girl extending a hand, “I’m Tabitha, but everyone calls me Tibby."
"I'm Micky," Micky said introducing himself.
Luckily, there was just Micky, Tibby and another worker putting stuff on the floor, because the two spent quite sometime talking to one another.
Tibby told Micky that she was taking this job to pay for college and he told her about playing drums in a band.
"I'd better get back to work, before my boss has a fit," said Tibby.
"Maybe I'll come by tomorrow, said Micky, or whenever you get off work.
"I actually get off at five," said Tibby.
"How about we continue our conversation over some pizza then, tonight," said Micky.
"Sure, meet me at Sam's Pizza palace at seven."
"It's a date."
Micky paid for his items, thanked Tibby and left.

Shortly after Micky left, the other worker, who was a tall blonde about Tibby's age approached the counter.
"So I see you're going on a date Tibby,” the blonde girl said with a laugh.
"Come on Bridget,” said Tibby.
Just then, two girls, a red haired and a black haired one, walked into the shop.
"Carmen, Lena! Bridget shouted, “Big news!”
"You guys finally got raises?" said Lena.
"Promotion?" asked Carmen.
"Tibby's going on a date," said Bridget.
"It's really no big deal," said Tibby.
"No big deal, Tibby I saw you talking to that guy and he looked cute."
"I thought you were working."
"Say, did you tell him about the you know what?" Carmen asked.
"Carmen," said Lena.
"It's ok Lena,” said Tibby as she pushed the counter door open to reveal that she was sitting in a wheelchair.

"Aren't you afraid of what he'll say?" Carmen persisted. "When he sees you..."
"No, he seems different than the other boys." Tibby replied, wheeling herself to the back room. "Well, I have to restack some records."
"I just hope you aren't hurt again." Carmen said, more to herself than anyone else.

Micky was on cloud nine as he got to the pad, all he could think about was Tibby, her eyes, her smile and her wonderful personality.
"Hey, you're in a good mood," said Davy, as he saw his friend walk through the door.
"Man, you look just like Davy when he meets a girl,” Peter said with a laugh.
"You did meet a girl didn’t you?" Mike asked.
"Yep, her name is Tibby,” said Micky, “And I'm meeting her tonight.
Micky then headed upstairs to get ready for his date.

Meanwhile at Tibby's house, Carmen, Bridget and Lena were helping their friend get ready for her date.
"How about this?" Lena said, holding up a yellow short-sleeved dress, with flowers on it."
"No, too junior high looking,” said Bridget, who was holding a black top with matching mini-skirt, "What do you think of this?"
"What's wrong with what I'm wearing?" Tibby asked, indicating her bell-bottom jeans and peasant top she was wearing.
"The jeans are fine, but change the top, said Carmen, “Now about your hair."
Just then, Rebecca, Tibby's stepmother entered the room.
"You guys having a fashion show?” she asked with a laugh.
"Tibby's got a date,” Bridget said with a laugh.
"Did you tell your Dad?"
"Not yet,” said Tibby, “But if I do, he'll give me one of his lectures. I mean, I'm almost nineteen, I wish he'd treat me like an adult."
Rebecca thought for a minute and said, "I'll talk to him."
Tibby hugged Rebecca and said, “Thanks Bec."
"The twins might be up from their nap now," said Rebecca.
She then left the room.
"You know Tib,” said Carmen leaning next to Tibby, "I happy about this date and all, but I'm just a bit nervous and concerned for you."
"What do you mean?" Tibby asked.
"Well, not too many of your boyfriends last that long."
"Not only that but you did had a pretty tough childhood as well," said Lena.
What Lena said brought up memories for Tibby of her Mom leaving her, her brother and Father, when she was just four after being diagnosed with Cerebral Palsy, leaving her dad to juggle work and Tibby and her older brother.
But, when her Dad met Rebecca, Tibby got not only a new mom along with a stepbrother and sister, but half siblings as well.
Tibby then blinked back tears.
"You ok Tib?" Bridget asked.
"Yeah, I'm fine,” Tibby asked, “Can I see what tops you had in mind Carmen?"

Back at the pad, Micky stood in front of the mirror in his bedroom, trying to decide what to wear. He was dressed only in black slacks and kept putting shirts up to his chest to see what looked the best. Silently peeking through a crack in the door, Mike, Peter and Davy watched the fashion show.
"Man, I've never seen him agonize over what to wear on a date before." Peter whispered as Micky threw yet another shirt to the side and picked up another.
"Yeah, he's almost as bad as Davy." Mike whispered back, then took a punch to the arm from Davy.
Finally, Micky settle on a blue short-sleeved shirt. Then the whole process was repeated as he tried to decide what shoes and socks to wear.
"Unbelievable." Mike said, shaking his head.
"Yeah, he should wear the black shoes." Peter said.
Micky finally decided on a pair of black loafers, and as he hopped around, trying to put them on, he 'accidentally' opened the bedroom door. Peter, Mike and Davy went crashing to the ground!
"Oh hi fellas!" Micky said with a knowing smile, "Having a good time?"
"This girl sure has you turned around, Micky." Peter said.
"Yeah, she sure is nice." Micky replied as he finally got the loafer on and went to comb his hair.
"Oh this will take all night, with all those curls!" Mike said.
"Out, out, out, out!" Micky said quickly, pointing to the door.
"Ok, we're leaving." Davy said laughing. Mike and Peter followed him downstairs.
Micky just shook his head and continued combing his hair.

Rebecca drove Tibby to the restaurant and held the door for her as she wheeled herself inside.
"You gonna ok, Tib?" Rebecca asked.
"Yes, I'll be fine." Tibby replied, "I'll call you when I'm ready to come home."
"Ok, have a good time-and good luck." Rebecca said, giving Tibby a peck on the cheek.
"Thank you and I will." Tibby answered.
Rebecca left the restaurant and Tibby went over to one of the tables. There were other people there and some of them stared at her as she wheeled herself past them. Tibby paid no attention to them, she was used to people staring at her as if she was from another planet.
Wheeling over to a table, Tibby grabbed a menu from the stand and started to look it over. People around her were still looking at her, wondering what she was doing there. Some were even whispering to their friends, commenting on her wheelchair.
Right at the appointed time, Micky walked in and quickly saw Tibby at a table. Tibby was facing the door and the table was partially obscuring her wheelchair. She waved over to Micky and he smiled and began to walk over to her.
Despite her confident words to her friends, Tibby was nervous about how Micky would react when he saw her wheelchair.
"The moment of truth." Tibby thought to herself as Micky came closer.
"Hi Tibby," Micky called to her.
Tibby decided to not let her disability get in her way. She wheeled herself out from the table and greeted Micky.
What was the worse that could happen?
Micky would not feel comfortable with her wheelchair.

"Hi Micky, it's greet to see you again."
"Wow you look great," Micky told Tibby.
Tibby couldn't believe her eyes when she saw the look on Micky's face.
He didn't look the least bit shocked, nervous, or surprised by her wheelchair.
"Uh, thank you?” Tibby said.
"Is something the matter?” Micky asked.
"I'm fine, I'm just surprised that you didn't react to this."
Tibby then indicated her chair by tapping on the armrests.
"I'm not bothered by it at all,” Micky finally spoke up.
"Really?” Tibby asked.
"Not at all. When I was a kid, I went to school with some one in a wheelchair, and he was a good friend of mine."
"It didn't bother you?"
"At first I was a little nervous, but then I realized no matter what, he's was a kid like me."
Tibby smiled and said, “This is the first time I met a guy who treated me like a regular person."
"I'm glad we decided to go out," said Micky.
"Me too."
Micky and Tibby spend the whole night talking and eating pizza.
Micky told Tibby about his friends/band mates and how they would have problems with their landlord.
Tibby told Micky about her friends and how she was taking college courses to study photography.
"Groovy, I enjoy taking pictures myself,” said Micky.
"Yeah, I hope to one day travel the world and photograph all the neat places there are.
Micky then ordered a sundae for the two of them to share.
After Micky ate a spoonful of ice cream, Tibby giggled at him.
"What's so funny?” He asked.
"Nothing, it's just you look funny with the whipped cream on your nose.
Micky gave Tibby an embarrassed smile as he took a napkin to wipe the whipped cream off his face.

Micky and Tibby spent a long time talking in the restaurant. Before they knew it, the waiter came over to tell them it was closing time. With a shock, both Micky and Tibby looked at their watches.
"Gosharoony!" Micky exclaimed, "I didn't realize the time!"
"Neither did I!" Tibby replied, wheeling away from the table, "My family will be worried."
"So will my friends." Micky said, getting up. "Can I push you or do you want to wheel yourself?"
"You can push me if you want, Micky." Tibby said with a smile.
So Micky pushed Tibby's wheelchair over to the cash register and paid for the pizza and sundae. When the bill was paid, Micky pushed Tibby to the front door.
"So, can I give you a lift home?" Micky asked.
"No, I have to call my step-mother Rebecca and she'll come for me." Tibby answered.
Suddenly, a car came roaring over and stopped in front of the restaurant. Jumping out was Tibby's friends and family.
"Tibby, are you alright?" Carmen asked running over to her.
"Yes, we just forgot the time, that's all." Tibby said apologetically.
"You scared us, Tibby." Her dad said, "We thought something had happened."
"I'm sorry." Micky put in, "I just forgot the time."
"It's my fault too, Micky." Tibby put in.
"Well, let's go home." Tibby's step-mom said, getting back in the car.
"Can I call you?" Micky asked, bending down to her.
"Yes, you can." Tibby replied, giving him a kiss on the cheek.
"Let's go, Tibby." Her dad ordered.
Tibby wheeled herself over to the car, and grabbing the car door, pulled herself inside. Her dad folded up the wheelchair and put it in the trunk.
Without a word to Micky, he got inside the car as well and the car took off.
Despite the frosty reception from Tibby's dad, Micky was very happy as he walked over to the Monkeemobile.
As he drove back to the pad, Micky had different emotions running through his head.
He was smiling by the wonderful time he had with Tibby, however, he couldn't help but feel bad for her, due to her family and friends being over protective of her.
When Micky walked through the door, he was surprised to see that the guys were still up and sitting in the living room.
"So, was your date lover-boy?” Mike asked with a laugh.
"Looks like we got another Davy,” Peter laughed as well.
Davy gave Peter and dirty look, then turned Micky,” So, is she amazing?"
"Her name is Tibby, and she's a real groovy girl, Micky answered, Only, I feel kind of bad for her."
"How come?"
"You see, she's in a wheelchair.
But I feel bad because, her whole family and even her friends are so protective of her."
"Man, that's tough," said Davy.
"Are you going to see her again?” Peter asked.
"You bet, Micky answered.

Micky and the others went to their bedrooms. After everyone was asleep, Micky was still up, thinking about Tibby.
"Boy, she's so nice." Micky thought to himself. "I hope her family will let her see me again."
Finally, Micky fell asleep and dreamed about Tibby.
The next morning, Micky was up ahead of everyone else and made breakfast. Peter slowly walked over to him.
"Boy, what a shock to see you here." Peter yawned. "Usually I'm the first up."
"Yeah, I just can't stop thinking about Tibby." Micky said, putting a frying pan on the stove.
"Why not invite her here?" Peter asked, "I'd like to meet her too."
"You don't mind?" Micky asked, surprised.
"No, if she's your friend, she's my friend as well." Peter smiled, pouring himself some milk. "I think Mike and Davy would like to meet her too."
"Thanks, Peter." Micky smiled back. "I call her later. Maybe I can try and take her on the beach."
"Sounds nice." Peter replied.

Micky went to search for Tibby's number, he found it on the nightstand by his bed.
He then picked up the phone and called her up.
The phone rang for a few seconds, before someone answered it.
"Hell-o?” The voice over the phone said.
Micky smiled, he recognized the voice.
"Tibby, it's Micky."
"Hi Micky, this is such a surprise," said Tibby through the receiver.
"Why are you surprised that I called?"
"I thought after what my parents did last night, you might not want to see me again."
"Oh no, in fact that's why I'm calling.
My friends would like to meet you."
"Sounds great, maybe I can get my friends to come with me.
Hold on a second, ok?"
It turns out, Tibby was talking on the phone in her bedroom.
She turned to her friends and asked, “You guys want to come?

"Sure," said Lena.
"Sounds good to me," said Carmen.
"I'm in too," said Bridget.
Tibby got back on the phone to tell Micky that her friends were coming with her.
"Great," said Micky.
He then gave her direction on how to get there.
"By the way, would like to go to the beach?"
Tibby turned to her friends again and asked if they like to go the beach.
They all answered yes.
"Groovy, said Micky, Is a half hour good for you?"
"Sure, see you then, bye."
Tibby hung up the phone.
"I hope his friends are comfortable by all this," said Carmen.
"Car, you worry to much," said Bridget, throwing a pillow at her.
"Carmen does have a point, you are you going to said to your dad?” Lena asked, as she was putting a long red hair in a ponytail.
"I'll tell him we're going out for a few hours and not bring up Micky.
The girls went along with Tibby's plan and taking off in Bridget's car, they were off to the pad.


When they got there, they were greeted by the Monkees, who were outside waiting for them.
Carmen was the first to get out, open the trunk, got out Tibby's wheelchair and set it up for her.
As soon as she got out of the car and into her chair, Tibby rushed to Micky, who gave her a kiss.
Mike then cleared his throat.
Micky then said, "Oh, I forgot my manners, Tibby, these are my friends, Mike, Davy and Peter."
"It's nice to meet you guys, said Tibby shaking the guys’ hands.
Tibby then turned her friends and said,” These are my friends, Bridget, Lena and Carmen.
After everyone introduced one another, they headed off to the beach.
One the way, Davy had taken a liking to Lena, as did Peter with Bridget and Mike with Carmen.
"Looks like everyone's getting along great,” Tibby whispered to Micky.

Micky and Tibby followed behind the others as they made their way to the beach. When they got to the edge, Tibby suddenly stopped.
"What's wrong?" Micky asked.
"I won't be able to wheel my chair in the soft sand." Tibby replied.
"Oh, no." Micky said, smacking his head, "I forgot about that. Wait, let me try to push you."
So Micky tried to push Tibby's wheelchair through the sand, but could only go a little way before they were stuck. The others looked back to see where Micky and Tibby were and saw the predicament.
"Oh no, you're stuck." Lena said, walking back to them.
"Looks that way." Tibby replied with a sigh.
"Let's dig the chair out." Mike said, also walking back and taking in the problem.
So everyone dug Tibby's chair out of the sand and Micky pushed Tibby back onto more solid ground.
"Now what?" Bridget asked, "She can't move in this stuff."
"I'll just stay here while you guys go on." Tibby said.
"No, you're not." Micky said, "It was my idea to come here so I'll think of a way to get you onto the beach."
Micky thought for a while, then snapped his fingers.
"I got it!" He exclaimed. "Wait here." With that, Micky raced back to the pad.
"I wonder what he has in mind?" Carmen asked.
"Knowing Micky, it'll be good." Davy replied, "He's the inventor in the group."
A few minutes later, Micky came running back with a surfboard and a length of rope.
"What's all that for, Micky?" Peter asked.
"Watch and learn." Micky smiled. He turned the board over so that the stabilizer fin was facing up, then he tied the rope around it. Then he walked over to Tibby.
"Your chariot awaits, dear lady." He said.
"What do you mean?" Tibby asked.
"Let me carry you over there and you'll see."
So Micky carried Tibby over to the surfboard and placed her on it. Then he picked up the rope and began to pull her along the sand. Everyone saw this and cheered.
"Yeah, good ol' Micky!” They shouted, as Tibby laughed.
Mike put Tibby's wheelchair back inside the pad, and soon everyone was enjoying themselves on the beach

Everyone had fun on the beach.
Davy and Bridget took a walk along the dunes, while Peter and Lena hunted for shells, before joining Mike and Carmen in a game of volleyball.
The game was guys against the girls, however only Micky and Tibby stood on the side.
Tibby turned to Micky and said, “You know, you can go ahead and play if you want."
"That's ok, I'm not good at this game anyway, Micky answered, Besides, I don't think I'm allowed to play volleyball anymore.
"Why?"
"The last time I did played, I broke some of my landlord's windows because I spiked the ball too hard."
Tibby began to laugh.

After the volley ball game, which the guys won, everyone went back to the pad. Micky picked Tibby up from the surfboard and placed her back in her wheelchair. Then he pushed her back up to the pad.
"Thank you, Micky." Tibby said.
"You're welcome." Micky replied.
"I'll barbeque some hamburgers on the grill." Mike said.
"That sounds good." Carmen said.
So Mike grilled the food out on the patio and soon everyone was digging into the food.

As everyone was eating, they heard the phone ring, due to the fact that the patio door was opened.
"I'll get it,” Mike said getting up to answer the phone.
As soon as he left the table, Peter took a pickle from Mike's plate, causing everyone to laugh.
Meanwhile, Mike was in the pad answering the phone.
"Hell-o?” Mike spoke into the phone.
"Is this Mr. Dolenz?” shouted an angry voice on the phone.
"No, this is his band mate.
May I asked who this is?"
"This is Mr. Rollins, Tabbitha's Father.  I know my daughter's over at your house!"
Tibby was indeed at the pad, but Mike had to lie to protect her.
"I don't think she is sir, maybe she's at her friends."
"I called her friend's houses at she's at neither one of them!  Plus, my wife found your phone number and directions to your house in Tabbitha's room.
We're on our way to get her now!"
"Sir, wait a minute..."
Mike didn't have a chance to speak, for he heard the phone on the end disconnect. Mike hung-up the phone and went back to the table, looking rather worried.
"What's wrong?” Davy asked.
"Who was that on the phone?” Micky asked.
Mike finally spoke up and said, "Tibby, that was your Dad, he's coming by to get you."
"What?!" Tibby shouted, "I trusted Rebecca!"
"Who's Rebecca?” Peter asked.
"My step-mother!"
Just then, everyone heard a car pull up in front of the pad.
"Looks like they're here," said Mike.
Everyone headed into the pad.
Suddenly, there was a bang at the door.
The Monkees looked at each other, then Mike went to open the door.
When he opened it, sure enough there were Tibby's parents.
Without so much of a word as Hell-o, Tibby's Father stormed into the pad.
He spotted Tibby, holding Micky's hand.
Looking absolutely enraged, he rushed up to her, grabbed the back of her chair and headed out the door.
"Come on Tibby, We're going home!"
"Micky!” Tibby shouted, slipping through Micky's hand.
"You will not be seeing him again!" Tibby's Father yelled at her.
Tibby wanted to say something, but ended up crying instead.
Micky ran in front of Tibby's wheelchair, nearly getting his toes ran over in the process.
"Please, Mr. Rollins." Micky begged, "We were just having a cookout."
"I want to know where my daughter is at all times!" Tibby's father shouted at him, wheeling Tibby around Micky, "Tabitha didn't tell me she was coming here."
"Plus Tabitha said she'd only be gone a few hours, and it's been almost five hours!" Tibby's step-mom put in, just as angry.
"You are a bad influence on Tabitha, young man." Mr. Rollins said, pointing his finger at Micky. "You are not to see her again!"
"Dad, I was having fun." Tibby cried, wiping her eyes.
"We'll talk about this some more at home, young lady." Her dad said sternly, then took her out the door.
Tibby's friends silently watched as Tibby got into the car, then after putting the wheelchair in the trunk, Mr. Rollins got in and drove away.
"We're sorry, Micky." Carmen said, patting his shoulder.
Micky sighed and hung his head, "It's not your fault." He said quietly, "I guess I'm just not good enough for her."
Everyone immediately told Micky that wasn't true.
"You've been so nice and understanding, Micky." Carmen told him, "Tibby's Mom and Dad will come around."
Micky didn't answer her. He just walked upstairs to his bedroom and closed the door.
As soon as Micky closed the door of the bedroom, and lied down on his bed.
He had different emotions running through him.
He was upset to see how Tibby's Dad and Step-mom were treating Tibby as if she were a small child, he was also angry, because of how Mr. Rollins talked down to him.
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door.
Micky didn't answered, but the door opened anyway. It was the guys, as well as Bridget, Lena and Carmen.
"Hey, how you doing shotgun?” Mike asked.
"I'm still in one piece," Micky said, trying his best to sound positive.
"Listen, we apologize for Tibby's Father, you know, the way he acted,” said Bridget, “This isn't the first time it's happened."
"He just doesn't want Tibby to get hurt again," said Lena.
"What do you mean again?" Micky asked.
The girls then told Micky about Tibby's life.
"That's awful," he said, after the story.
"So don't think he hates you, he's just over-protective," said Carmen.
"Try over bearing Car," said Bridget.
"Thanks everyone, but what I need is plan to see Tibby," said Micky.
"That's why we came up here," said Davy.
"Yeah, we want to help," said Peter.
This made Micky smile.
"But first, we need a plan," said Mike.
After some time of thinking, they had the perfect plan.

Soon after, The Monkees followed the girls up to Tibby's house.
They parked both cars on the side of the road, so they wouldn't been seen.
The guys got out of the car, with Peter and Mike each carrying a guitar, meanwhile, Bridget, Carmen and Lena hide in the bushes that were in front of the side of the house.
"Ok, the coast is clear, go." said Carmen, poking her head out of the bush.
The Monkees then stepped onto the front lawn, Mike, Peter then played their guitars, and Micky began to sing.
"Sometime in the morning, a simple thought may occur to you and you hold her,” Micky sang.
A window at the upper level of the house opened, and sure enough, it was the window to Tibby's room.
"Micky?” she said.
"Shh! Your Dad might hear us," said Micky.
He continued to sing as he climbed up the side of the house.
This made Tibby laugh and smile.
Micky was then up by the window still, he looked down and nodded with a smile.
Mike, Davy and Peter knew it was their cue to leave.
"Micky, this is the nicest thing a guy has ever done for me,” she said.
Just then, there was a loud bang at the door.
"Tibby, are you talking to that guy on the phone?!" It was her Dad.
The sound cause Micky to fall, but luckily for him, a pile of grass clippings broke his fall.
Mister Rollins tore the door open and looked to see that Micky was on the ground and trying to get up. Mister Rollins then dashed out of the room, headed down the stairs and out the door. Micky saw him and tried to run, but tripped.
Mister Rollins then pinned Micky to the ground and shouted to his wife, "Rebecca, call the police, I want this man arrested for harassment and trespassing!"