By: Larrysgirl and Mickys411    Rated G

The Monkees were in the driveway in front of their pad giving the Monkeemobile a tune-up. Micky was under the car, putting the plug back up in the oil pan. Peter was above him, bending over the engine.
Suddenly, oil began to flow through the hole, dripping onto Micky's face! He barely was able to put the plug back into its hole before his whole face was covered in oil!
Growling, Micky got up from under the car and tapped Peter on the shoulder. Peter turned and jumped back in fright.
"Who are you?" Peter exclaimed.
"It's me, Peter." Micky said, "Next time wait until I say so to pour the oil."
"Oh, I'm sorry, Micky." Peter said, pulling out a rag. He then tried to wipe Micky's face, but only succeeded in smearing the oil around. Micky grabbed the rag from Peter.
"I'll do it, Peter." Micky said.
"You better go inside and wash up, Mick." Mike said as he and Davy tried to control their laughter.
"Yeah, I'll guess I'll have to." Micky replied, and then went into the pad.
"Well, I've put in new spark plugs, so let's see how she sounds." Mike said, turning the key.
Mike stated the car, and it made a loud noise, but then settled down to a nice purr.
"Sounds pretty good." Davy remarked.
Suddenly, their landlord Mr. Babbit walked up the drive.
"Uh oh." Peter whispered, "Babbit's gonna complain about the noise."
"Oh hi, boys!" Mr. Babbit said, looking the Monkeemobile over, "Giving your car a tune-up eh?"
"Yeah, Mr. Babbit." Mike said, "Sorry about the noise."
"We're trying to get it fixed up." Davy added quickly.
"Oh, that's ok." Babbit said with a smile, "When I was young I used to fix up my old cars. Sometimes they'd need a lot of fixing, but it was worth it. This sure is a nice looking GTO."
The three Monkees looked in shock at each other. They thought sure Babbit would yell at them.
"Oh well, gotta run. See you later!" Babbit said with a wave.
"Bye, Mr. Babbit." Peter said, unable to believe his ears.
When Babbit was out of earshot, Mike looked at his band mates.
"Were we dreaming?" He asked.
"That's the first time he ever said anything nice about our car." Davy said.
Micky came back outside and joined the others. His face was now clean. He noticed the shocked looks on his friends’ faces.
"What's wrong?" He asked.
"Babbit was acting nice to us." Mike replied.
"Even said he liked our car." Davy added.
"You guys are putting me on." Micky laughed.
"No, it's true." Peter said, "He was even smiling."
"He must be up to something." Micky said seriously.
The other three Monkees nodded in agreement.
"Why do you think Babbit is acting so nice to us?” Mike asked, as he was putting the plugs into the car.
"Maybe he's sick," said Peter.
"Peter, if anything Mr. Babbit is only is sick of us being late on rent."
Davy picked up a portable radio and said," You guys mind if I turn it on?"
"Go ahead babe, maybe we can get the work done faster that way," said Micky.
Davy turned on the radio, and continued to help the guys with the car. A few seconds later, Babbit appeared in front of the garage. But he didn't have the smile, but his usual sour looking face, though the guys were too busy fixing the car to notice.
Babbit cleared his throat, and that got the Monkees attention.
"Hell-o again Mr. Babbit," said Peter.
"What do you mean by again?” Babbit asked.
"We saw you earlier pulling up in front of your house," said Davy.
"Yeah, and even came over and talked to us," said Mike.
"I did no such thing; I've been my house all day cleaning. And now, I'd like some peace and quiet, so turn that junk you call music off." And with that, Babbit stormed off.
"Well, he sure didn't sound that jolly to me," said Micky.
"Boy did he do a turn-around." Davy remarked as he turned off the radio.
"He even denied being nice to us." Peter said sadly.
"I guess he was in a good mood only for a few seconds." Mike added, and then slammed the hood. "Well, that's it. The Monkee Mobile is all tuned up. Let's take her for a spin."
The others agreed and piled into the car. Soon, they were roaring down the highway.
As they drove along, Micky tapped Mike on the shoulder.
"Hey Mike, there's a food store. We need a few things."
"Ok, let's go in." Mike said as he turned the car into the parking lot.

Inside the grocery store, the guys quickly filled up their cart with food. They then got into the check-out line.
"Good thing we have another gig coming up." Mike remarked as he looked at all the food in the cart.
"Most of this will be eaten by Micky." Davy smiled.
"Ha ha, Davy." Micky smirked, "As if you don't sneak downstairs at night for a snack."
"That was only once, Micky..." Davy started to say, but was interrupted by a familiar voice.
"Oh hello boys." The voice said.
The guys turned to see Mr. Babbit standing behind them.
"Oh, hi Mr. Babbit." Peter gulped. "You're done with your cleaning?" He asked.
"Cleaning? I have to admit I'm a bit lazy in that department, son." Babbit laughed, "No, I just wanted to get out and get a few things. Are you four done with your car?"
"Yeah, it's all done." Mike said quickly, "Um, would you like to go in front of us?"
"Oh no, I'll wait. I have nothing else to do." Babbit smiled.
The guys looked at one another but said nothing.
Fortunately, the guys were next and they were quickly checked through.
"See you later, Mr. Babbit." Davy said.
"See you later, boys." Babbit replied, putting his items on the belt.
The Monkees made a quick exit from the store, and even more quickly put their items in the car and took off.
"What is going on?" Micky asked, looking scared, "One minute Babbit's nice and the next he's his old self again."
"I dunno." Davy replied, "Something funny is going on with Babbit."
"Do you think we should interfere?" Mike asked, "He might be just having mood swings."
"He's a guy, Mike." Micky replied.
"Still, maybe a little call to Babbit's house might solve the mystery.” Davy said.

That night Micky was pacing back and forth in the living room while the other Monkees were trying to watch TV.
"Micky sit down!" Davy exclaimed, "You're missing the best part where King Kong climbs the Empire State Building!"
"How could Babbit claim to be at home, when all four of us saw him at the store today?" Micky asked.
"For the thousandth time, Micky." Mike said, shooting him an annoyed look, "Either Babbit's lying or on drugs, or..."
"Or he's been cloned!" Micky finished.
"For the thousand and one times, Micky," Peter said, "You can't clone yourself!"
"How about if aliens did it?" Micky asked. "You know, kinda like, "Invasion of the body snatchers" or something like that?"
Mike rubbed his temples. "Micky go to sleep, your imagination is working overtime."
Just then, the doorbell rang.
"I'll get it." Micky said, wondering who could be calling at this late hour.
When Micky opened the door, none other than Mr. Babbit was standing there, wearing a lab coat over his clothes.
"Um, hi Mr. Babbit." Micky said, "Come on in."
"Thank you." Babbit smiled as he walked inside. The other Monkees got up from the couch to see what Babbit wanted.
"I'm sorry to bother you at this late hour, but I was wondering if you boys had any baking soda? I forgot to buy some at the store today."
"I...I think so, Mr. Babbit." Peter stuttered and ran off to the kitchen.
"Doing a little experiment?" Micky asked slowly.
"Yes, and I always seem to forget something." Babbit replied, shaking his head. Peter ran over to Babbit with the box of baking soda and tripped, spilling some of the white powder on him.
"Oh, I'm sorry, Mr. Babbit." Peter exclaimed.
"That's ok." Babbit laughed, taking the box. "I'm a messy person."
"Weren't you cleaning today?" Davy asked.
"No, I only clean when I need to." Babbit replied, "Why do you ask?"
"You told me on the phone today you were cleaning." Davy replied.
"It wasn't me you were talking to." Babbit replied, looking puzzled, "You must've been talking to someone else. Well, I gotta go. Thank you and I'll return this tomorrow."
"See you, Mr. Babbit." Mike said, waving.
"Bye." Mr. Babbit waved back and left the pad.
When the door was closed, everyone looked at Micky.
"You know, Micky, you might be onto something here." Mike said.

The next morning after breakfast, Peter went into the kitchen to bake a cake. As he gathered up the ingredients, Peter realized he was missing the baking soda.
"Oh no, the baking soda is with Mr. Babbit." He frowned.
"He said he would return it, Peter." Davy replied.
"This would be a great excuse to see what's up with Babbit." Micky remarked.
"Then go ahead and ask Babbit for the baking soda back." Mike said.
"Me? But Peter's the one baking the cake!" Micky exclaimed.
"You suggested it, Micky." Peter said, "I'm not going over there."
"Neither are we." Davy added as he and Mike shook their heads.
"Let's draw straws!" Micky suggested.
"Ok, shortest straw wins." Mike said. He got out some paper and pens and passed them out.
The guys quickly drew straws on the paper and then laid them side by side for comparison. It was soon clear Micky had drawn the shortest straw of the four.
"Oh man, I knew I should've used two pieces of paper." Micky sighed.
"Go ahead, Micky." Davy said, "We'll watch from the side kitchen window."
"Thanks." Micky said with a smirk, 'Me and my big mouth.' Micky thought to himself.
Micky walked out of the pad and over to Babbit's house which was next to the pad. Gathering up his courage, he knocked on the door. A few seconds later, the door opened and Babbit stood in the doorway. He was once again wearing a lab coat over his clothes.
"Oh hello! Nice to see you! How can I help you?" Babbit said happily.
"Um, hi Mr. Babbit." Micky said, "I'm here to ask for the baking soda back. Peter needs to bake a cake."
"Oh yes, I'm sorry." Babbit replied, "I forgot about that. Come on in."
"Thank you." Micky said, stepping inside.
"Come on, I'll show you my latest masterpiece." Babbit said, motioning to Micky with his hand.
Trying to hide his nervousness, Micky followed Babbit into the kitchen. When Micky stepped into the room, he got the shock of his life:
Standing there was another Mr. Babbit!
"AHHH!!" Micky screamed.
"What's the matter?" The Babbit wearing the lab coat asked.
"What are you doing here?" Demanded the other Babbit of Micky.
"Two Babbits! Two Babbits! Ahhh!" Micky screamed, running away.
"After him!" The second Babbit told the first.

Watching from the pad, Mike, Peter and Davy heard Micky's scream.
"That was Micky!" Davy exclaimed.
"Something's wrong." Peter said, looking worried.
Suddenly, they saw Micky running through Babbit's house-with two identical Babbits chasing him.
"Did you see that?" Mike asked, unable to believe his eyes.
Peter and Davy nodded their heads.
"Let's go!" Mike said, as he led the other two Monkees out of the pad.

Meanwhile, the two Babbits had Micky cornered in the basement.
"Please don't hurt me!" Micky cried, "I won't tell anyone!"
"Tell anyone what?" The Babbit wearing the lab coat asked.
"That you've cloned yourself." The voice of Mike said.
The two Babbits turned to see Mike, Peter and Davy standing behind them.
"What are you long-haired weirdoes doing in my house?" The Babbit not wearing a lab coat demanded.
"We didn't want you to hurt Micky." Peter replied.
"Wait a minute, wait a minute." The Babbit wearing the lab coat put in, "Cloned myself?"
"Yeah, well...how do explain the two of you being identical?" Davy asked.
The two Babbits looked at each other, then back at the Monkees.
"Ever hear of identical twins?" The Babbit without the lab coat asked sarcastically.
There was a profound silence for several seconds until Micky squeaked, "Twins?"
"Yes, twins." The Babbit with the lab coat replied, "Henry and I are twin brothers."
"This is my brother Harry." His brother said.
"Older brother." Harry smiled.
"Only by two minutes." The other Babbit shot back.
Harry chuckled and turned back to the Monkees.
"I'm sorry if I didn't introduce myself before." He said, shaking his head "I had no idea I would cause such confusion."
"That's for sure." Davy replied.
"What made you think he had cloned himself?" Babbit demanded.
"The lab coat and talking about his latest masterpiece." Micky replied, "Then I saw the two of you."
"I was referring to my cake." Harry replied, "I wore this lab coat so as not to get dirty."
"Oh man, I'm sorry, Mr. Babbit." Micky said.
"It's ok." Harry replied.
"Yeah, now the mystery is solved, so get out!" Babbit demanded.
"Oh Henry, it was an honest mistake." Harry said, "C'mon upstairs, I'll give you boys some of my cake."
Babbit sputtered in protest, but soon everyone was upstairs eating Harry's pound cake. The guys told him what they did for a living and Harry told them he lived on the east coast and worked for a chemical company, that’s why he had a lab coat.
After apologizing again the Monkees, with the baking soda, left Babbit's house.
"Man, what a shock." Mike said, "Babbit has a twin brother."
"Yeah, a nice one at that." Peter added. "Such a difference."
"Too bad Harry didn't clone himself." Davy put in.
"Why Davy?" Micky asked.
"Then he could clone me, so they'd be more of me for all the girls!" Davy laughed.
The other three chased Davy into the pad.

The End

By: Mickys411 and Larrysgirl Rated G

The Monkees were sitting around the pad one day playing the waiting game, the object of the game was that they wait for the phone to ring and see if anyone was going to call them up for a gig.
"I hate the waiting game, can't we play checkers?" Peter asked.
"Man, we've been waiting all morning, and nobody's called," said Micky.
"Come on guys, someone's bound to call," said Mike.
"Mike, I know we've been to several auditions yesterday, you just can't expect the call to come pouring in right way," said Davy.
Just then the phone rang.
"You were saying?” Micky said.
"You don't know, it could be a telemarketer," said Davy.
"Or a wrong number," said Peter.
"Cool it guys," said Mike, picking up the phone.
He talked on the phone for quite some time, while his band mates waited in anticipation.
A few minutes later, Mike hung up the phone, and looked up at the other guys with a smile.
"We got a gig," he said.
"How long?" Davy asked.
"Ten days," said Mike.
"How much?" Micky asked.
"One hundred dollars for the ten days," said Mike.
"Where is it?” Peter asked.
"Sunset on the sea," said Mike.
Just then, his face turned pale.
"What's the matter?” Davy asked.
"I just remembered, I get seasickness," said Mike.
"Maybe we should cancel," said Micky.
"No, we need the money."
"Are you sure?” Peter asked.
"Yeah, don't worry, I'll be fine."
So, the guys began to get ready for their trip, and Mike even bought some seasick pads to help him.

Finally, the day came when the ship leaves the dock.
The Monkees took a taxi to the dock, because they didn't have the money to park the car there.
"I hope we got everything," said Peter.
"Luggage?" said Davy.
"Check," said Micky.
"Instruments?"
"Check."
"I also got my seasick pads and my lucky guitar pick," said Mike.
When the Monkees got to the dock, they found themselves standing in front of the ship they were going to perform on.
Micky whistled and said, “Gosh-a-ronney, what a boat."
"I saw a boat like that once, only smaller," said Peter.
"Where was that?” Davy asked.
"At the toy store."
Little did the guys know, someone else was about to take the same ship ride as them.
For standing a few feet away, was a couple in their 30's that looked quite familiar.
The man was large sized and was wearing a bright Hawaiian shirt, while the woman was average sized and wearing a fur coat.
"Madam, you got the microfilm?” asked the man.
"Yes, Boris, said the woman, taking a small black object out of her purse, “And soon, we will make the trade, and we'll be on our way to Jamaica."
"But you said we were going to Brazil," said Boris.
"Fine, we'll go to Brazil," said Madam.
"Jamaica is nice."
"Well, let's climb aboard." Micky said happily.
"Can't put it off forever." Mike said, swallowing.
The Monkees walked up the gangplank with their instruments and were stopped by the steward.
"Your names?" He sniffed, taking a look at their clothes.
"We're the Monkees." Davy replied, "We've been hired to be the entertainment on this ship."
The steward looked over his notes. "Ah yes, The Monkees." He said, still not looking too happy, "Your cabin is on D deck, number 123." He waved them on.
As the Monkees proceeded aboard, Boris and Madam approached the steward.
"Your names?" The steward asked in a more polite tone.
"Mister and Mrs. Smith." Boris replied.
The steward looked up their names. "Ah yes, your cabin is on B deck, number 321. Enjoy your trip."
"Thank you." Madam smiled.

The guys made their way down to the 'D' deck, wondering what kind of room they had.
"I hope we get a stateroom." Micky smiled.
"As long as it doesn't face the ocean." Mike said, already not feeling well.
They soon were on 'D' deck and quickly found cabin 123. Davy opened up the door to find a small room with double bunk beds.
"This is it?" Micky asked, disappointed.
"Some stateroom." Peter remarked.
"Come oh guys, this doesn't seem too bad,” said Davy, who sat on one of the beds. Just then, the bed collapsed.
"You were saying?" said Micky.
"How about we take a look around the ship, maybe we can find something better than hanging around down here," said Peter.
"Ok, I just gotta put on my seasickness patches on," said Mike.
Just then, the guys felt the bottom begin to move.
"I guess that must be the ship leaving the dock," said Davy.
"Excuse me fellas," said Mike, who now was turning green, running to the bathroom. He came out moments later, covered in seasickness patches on his face.
"Oh no! It's the polka-dot creature from outer space!" said Micky with a laugh. Peter and Davy joined in as well.
Finally, Davy then said, “You know Mike; I think you're only supposed to only one behind the ear, because they’re quite strong.”
Mike took the extra patches off his face and kept on the one behind his ear. The guys then left their room and began to explore the ship.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the ship, Boris and Madam were doing some exploring themselves.
"So far, so good Boris," said Madam.
"Yes, no one knows we're sneaking microfilm on the trip," said Boris with a laugh.
Madam covered his mouth and said, “Shh, do you want someone to hear us?"
Boris responded with a nod since Madam still had his mouth covered.
The two were so busy trying not to be seen, that they didn't see the Monkees around the corner. Madam then bumped into Mike, causing her to drop her bag.
"Watch where you’re going, you clumsy idiot!” shouted Madam.
"I'm really sorry ma'am," said Mike, who then got on the ground to pick up the items that fell out of the bag.
"Just give them to me!" Madam snapped, grabbing the objects from Mike. She then grabbed Boris and stormed away.
"I guess people don't believe in saying thank you anymore," said Peter.
"Boy, were those people very rude," said Micky.
"You know, I don't know about you guys, but those two folks looked a bit familiar to me," said Davy.
"Well, whoever they were, they forgot this," said Mike, showing a small black object in his hand.
It was the microfilm.
The Monkees looked at the object in Mike's hand carefully.
"What do you suppose that is?" Peter asked.
"Hey, I think I've seen that before," said Mike.
"Same here," said Davy.
"Me too," said Micky.
"Microfilm,” the guys said altogether.
The guys headed back to their room, with Mike still keeping the microfilm held tightly in his hands.
When they back to the room, the guys began to talk about the situation they were in.
"What I want to know is what those people were doing with the microfilm," said Mike.
"What a minute, those people were Boris and Madam," said Micky.
"I thought those two looked familiar to me," said Davy.
"So what are we going to do?” said Peter.
"You mean me," said Mike.
"But..." said Davy.
"No guys, I got myself into this mess."
"Man, I wish there was something we can do," said Micky.
"Yeah, I wish there was someway we can contact help," said Peter.
"Same here, but by now we're far from shore," said Mike.
"What about the microfilm, what are we going to do with it?" asked. Davy.
Mike then placed the microfilm in his suitcase.
"Well, that kind of solves our problems for now anyway," he said.

Meanwhile, on the ship's cafe, Boris was drinking a cup of tea, while Madam was searching her bag.
"Madam, don't worry about paying for the drinks, I bought my change purse," said Boris.
"No you fool,” said Madam, “I'm looking for the microfilm, but it's not in my bag."
"You don't suppose you dropped it after you bumped into that young man."
"You fool, he bumped into me."
Just then, a thought popped into their heads.
"What a minute, did that young man had on a green ski cap?" said Boris.
"Yes, it was a member of those Monkees!" said Madam.
"He's got the microfilm!"
"We have to find him!”

Madam and Boris jumped up and ran out of the cafe.
"Hey, you didn't pay for your drinks!" The waiter yelled after them.
The two spies ignored him as they rushed back to their room.

Back at their room, Madam and Boris tried to figure a way to find Mike.
"We could go from floor to floor?" Boris suggested.
"Yes and knock on each door asking for him." Madam smiled at Boris, then hit him on the head with her purse. "You are crazy!" Madam shouted, "This is a large ship, they could be anywhere!"
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. Reaching for the gun concealed in his coat, Boris walked over.
"Who is it?" He demanded.
"Crewman Greene, Mr. Smith." The man replied.
Boris threw open the door. "I'm sorry, I was going to pay for the drinks!" He cried.
Crewman Greene looked quizzically at him for a moment, then said.
"I just wanted to give you a paper with today's entertainment and on-board activities, that's all." He handed Boris a sheet of paper.
"Oh, thank you. Thank you." Boris muttered, closing the door.
"What did he want, Boris?" Madam asked.
"To give us this paper with things to do on it." Boris replied, and made to throw it away, but Madam's eye caught something and she snatched the paper from his hand.
"Look, Boris!" Madam cried, pointing at the paper.
"Oooh, they're having bingo tonight at eight p.m!" Boris said happily.
Madam smacked his arm, "No fool, look at the headline! It says The Monkees will be performing in the ballroom tonight at nine p.m!"
"Oh good, I can still play bingo!" Boris replied.
Madam stamped on his foot. "No Boris, will we be using that time to find a way of getting that microfilm back...or grabbing that fools with the green ski cap."

That night, the guys got ready for the show. While they did that, Mike kept looking at his suitcase nervously.
"Mike, take it easy," said Davy.
"Yeah, you're making us all nervous," said Micky.
"Sorry guys, but I'm thinking that Boris and Madam might come and get us," said Mike.
"Cheer up Mike, maybe Boris and Madam won't find us," said Peter.
"Peter, they've seen us," said Davy.
"I think Peter might have a point," said Micky.
"Thank you," said Peter.
"What do you mean?" Mike asked.
"Well, if Boris and Madam plan to see what room we’re in, it will take them hours, what with all the other rooms on board,” said Micky.
"It could be possible," said Mike.
"Check to see if your suitcase if locked up," said Davy.
Mike checked to see if his suitcase was securely shut.

Meanwhile, Boris and Madam came back to the same intersection where they had bumped into the Monkees. They searched the area to see if the microfilm had perhaps been dropped, but found nothing-well, almost nothing.
"Hey, a penny!" Boris exclaimed, holding it up to madam. "See a penny and pick it up, all the day you'll have good luck!"
"Let's hope it does!" Madam shot back, "Since the Monkees were on this floor, perhaps their cabin is nearby."
Boris nodded and put the penny in his pocket. Then he and Madam began to search around the area.
Just then, Peter had opened their cabin door and spotted the two spies walking around. He quickly shut the door.
"Hey guys, Boris and Madam are nearby!"
"Oh no, they're looking for the microfilm!" Micky exclaimed.
"Or me." Mike added. Just then, the clock on the wall rang out.
"We gotta go to the ballroom and perform!" Davy said nervously, "We can't stay here!"
Mike opened his suitcase and put the microfilm in his shirt pocket. "We can't let them get this." He said, "Peter, check to see if they're gone. If so, let's go."
Peter checked the peephole in the door and saw that the hallway was empty, just some potted plants at the corner. He nodded to the others and they quickly left their cabin and ran toward the ballroom.
However, the hallway wasn't quite empty. Hiding behind the plants was Boris and Madam. Boris had spotted Peter looking out the door and the two spies had been keeping watch. Now they came out of hiding.
"Now is our chance." Madam whispered, "Pick the lock." She said to Boris.
Boris quickly pulled out a lock pick and soon had the door open. Once inside, they quickly went through the Monkees’ cabin but didn't find the microfilm.
"Now what?" Boris answered, throwing down the clothes in his hand.
"Now we grab that Monkee with the hat and force him to tell us where the microfilm is." Madam growled, "We know where they are going, and here's how we will get him."

When the Monkees reached the ballroom, they searched around to see if Boris and Madam were there. And to their luck, the pair were no where to be found.
"So far, so good," Davy whispered to the guys.
"There's still a chance that they will show up," said Mike, in a whispering tone as well.
"So what are we going to do about the microfilm?" Peter asked.
"Yeah Mike, I doubt your shirt pocket is a safe place," said Micky.
"Good point,” said Mike, “Davy give me one of your maracas.”
Davy handed Mike a maraca and placed the microfilm inside.
"This is just like what happened last time," said Micky.
"Except it was on land and not at sea," said Peter.
"Well, let's just go on stage and get ready to perform," said Davy.
And that's what the guys did.
As the guys prepared to play, the ballroom began to fill up with people who sat down at the tables arranged around the room. The Monkees, especially Mike, tried to see if Madam and Boris were there, but couldn't find them.
"They no doubt know we're going to be playing tonight." Davy whispered to the others.
"They might be searching our cabin right now." Micky added, adjusting a cymbal.
"Well, they won't find it." Davy smiled, hefting his maraca.
As they were talking, Boris and Madam came inside the ballroom. Madam was wearing a red wig and glasses and Boris a suit and tie. They sat down in the back, so as not to be spotted by the Monkees.
"There they are." Madam quietly told her fellow spy. "They are getting ready to play.
"The one with the hat must have it on him." Boris remarked.
"Hmmm..." Madam thought, "We must get to him before he tells the authorities."
"How?" Boris asked, indicating all the people gathered, "Too many people here."
"When they take a break, they will come off the stage, and we will make up an excuse to talk to him, then grab him!" Madam said.
"I have sleeping powder ready." Boris replied.
"Good, now let's listen and wait for our chance." Madam said, as the Monkees began their act.

Soon, the ballroom began to fill up with people and the band leader for the ship's orchestra introduced the guys.
"And now Ladies and gentlemen, while the band takes a break, we hope you enjoy the music of the Monkees," said the band leader.
The audience clapped and the guys took to the stage.
While they played a few people got up to dance, but Boris and Madam remained seated.
"When can we make our move?” Boris asked Madam.
"Hush it Boris, the crowd might hear us," said Madam, covering her partner's mouth with her hand.
After playing a few songs, the guys took a break.
"Boris, now's our chance," said Madam.
"But I haven't finished my root beer," said Boris.
Madam grabbed him by the arm and said,” Will you come on!"

When the Monkees left the stage, they headed over to a small break room off to the side. Keeping an eye out for Boris and Madam, they sat down at a table. Soon however, they were surrounded by well-wishers who started talking with them, asking for autographs and pictures. The guys were happy to oblige, and soon forgot to watch for the two spies.
Boris and Madam however, didn't forget about them. They quickly walked over to the break area, but found the place crowded by teens.
"We'll never get to them." Boris whispered to Madam.
Madam watched the crowd for several seconds and got an idea.
"Yes we will." Madam whispered back, "Listen..."
A little while later, Mike was talking to a young girl when he noticed an older man approach him. The man had gray hair and a long gray beard.
"Excuse me sir." The man said to Mike."
"Yes?" Mike asked politely. The girl he was talking to moved away and was immediately snagged by Davy.
"Could I have your autograph?" He asked, "It's for my daughter." The man held out a pen and paper.
"Sure." Mike smiled, taking the paper. "What's her name?"
"Um...Natasha!" The man said quickly.
Just as Mike began to write, the lights in the room, and the ballroom too, went out! Mike felt a smelly cloth push against his face and he knew no more.
"Hey, who turned on the dark?" Peter asked.
Micky and Davy quickly saw Boris and Madam's hand in this.
"Mike, where are you?" Micky shouted in the darkness over the screams of the other frightened patrons.
"Mike!" Davy yelled.
"Hey Mike!" Peter yelled too, but there was no answer. He felt something large push past him, but it was too dark to see.
Finally, after several seconds, the lights came back on in the room and the ballroom as well. After several seconds of searching, it became very clear Mike was gone!
"Oh no!" Micky cried, "Mike's gone! I hope he’s ok."
"Check for the microfilm, Davy." Peter said.
Davy quickly went over to his maracas and checked the secret compartment inside.
"It's still here." Davy told his band mates.
"So the microfilm is safe." Micky said.
"But Mike isn't." Davy replied, "Let's see if we can find them."
So the three Monkees quickly took off and went after the spies.

Mike slowly came back to consciousness with a headache. Slowly opening his eyes, he blinked to clear his vision and the headache slowly faded away. He quickly noticed he was not in the break room anymore, but was looking up at the ceiling of another room.
"Ah, he's awake!" A female voice said, one that was all too familiar.
Coming into Mike's field of vision was none other than Madam with Boris right behind her.
"Hello, Monkee." Boris sneered.
"You..." Mike growled and tried to move, then realized he was unable to. Looking around, Mike could see he had been tied spread-eagle to a bed.
"Don't even try to get free." Boris snickered, "I got a merit badge in knot-tying in boy scouts."
"How nice for you." Mike snapped, pulling on his ropes anyway. "What do you want with me?"
"We want the microfilm you took from us before." Madam replied. "It is very valuable."
"I'm sure it is." Mike replied, "But I don't have it."
"We know you don't." Boris said, "We searched your clothing and there is no microfilm."
"We also searched your cabin." Madam added, "It is not there either."
"So where is it?" Boris demanded.
Mike was relieved the two spies did not have the microfilm. He told them it must've fallen out of his shirt when he was kidnapped. The two spies began to laugh.
"You think we're fools?" Madam laughed in derision. "Tell us who has it or where you put it."
"I don't know where it is." Mike lied, "If it's not in my shirt pocket, it's gone."
The two spies looked at each other and madam nodded at Boris, who walked away from the bed.
"I think you better tell us, Monkee, or we will have to use stronger measures."
"I'm telling the truth." Mike said with a gulp.
Boris walked back over to the bed with two feathers in his hand and began remove Mike's shoes, then his socks.
"What are you doing?" Mike demanded, trying to pull his feet away, but not succeeding.
"We are going to make you talk." Madam smiled.
Boris then handed a feather to Madam and the two began to use them to tickle Mike's feet! Mike bit his lip, but soon began to giggle.
"Now, where is the microfilm?" Boris asked.
"I don't...hee hee...know." Mike giggled.
Boris and Madam kept up their tickling, back and forth, up and down, against the soles of Mike's bare feet.
"HA HA HAHAHA HE HEEE!" Mike laughed, "I DON'T KNOW!!"
"Liar, liar, pants on fire." Boris replied.
As Mike laughed, he hoped the guys found him soon---he didn't know how much longer he'd last.

Back in the ballroom, Micky, Davy and Peter were looking all over the place for Mike.
They even asked a few guests if they had seen him, but the only answers they got was it was so dark, they couldn't see anything.
"Poor Mike,” Peter sniffed.
"Don't worry Peter, we'll find Mike," said Davy.
"Yeah, let's hope Boris and Madam hadn't found him," said Micky.
The guys then left the ballroom and began to search the rest of the ship.

Meanwhile, Boris and Madam had given up on trying to get the answer out of Mike by making him laugh. Now they were thinking of another way to tell them where the microfilm is.
"That plan of yours didn't work Boris," Madam snapped at her partner.
"I thought it worked in all the movies," said Boris.
"I guess it didn't work for me," said Mike.
"Shut up you!" shouted Boris, who gave Mike a slap on the face.
"Looks like we're going have to go with a more harder approach," said Madam.
"So what do you have in mind?"
"You'll see Boris, you'll see."
The two began to laugh, while Mike gulped in fear.
"Guys, where are you?" he thought to himself.

After awhile, Micky, Peter and Davy sat down on some deck chairs, tired and frightened for their friend.
"This is getting us nowhere fast." Davy remarked, taking off his shoe and rubbing his foot. "We gotta tell someone about Boris and Madam. Maybe they can help us look."
Peter and Micky agreed. After Davy put his shoe back on, they went to speak with the captain. When they arrived on the bridge, they were stopped by one of the ship's officers.
"Can I help you gentlemen?" He asked.
"We'd like to speak to the captain." Micky replied.
"The captain is busy right now, perhaps I can help you." The man replied.
"Our friend Mike has gone missing and we think he was kidnapped by spies." Peter said.
"Spies?" The man laughed, "Really now, I think you boys have been..."
"Wait a minute, lieutenant." A tall gray-haired man wearing a white uniform walked over to them. He had a piece of paper in his hand.
"I'm Captain Smith." He said, "And I just got a message from shore saying to be on the lookout for a man and a woman who may have boarded this ship. They stole the plans for the new nuclear power plant in San Francisco."
"Are their names Boris and Madam?" Davy asked.
Captain Smith looked at the message. "Yes, those are the names those two go by."
"Well, they kidnapped our friend because they think he has the microfilm with those plans on it." Micky said.
"Wait, I think you better tell me from the beginning." Capt. Smith said, "Let's go in my ready room and you can tell me all about those two."

Meanwhile, back at Boris and Madam’s cabin, Madam had just finished sticking several matches between Mike's bare toes.
"Leave my feet alone, will you?" Mike demanded.
But Madam just smiled, and with a flourish produced a cigarette lighter.
"Now you will tell us where the microfilm is or else." She told Mike.
"Or else what?" Mike asked, fearful of the answer.
"Or else you get hot foot." Madam flicked the cigarette lighter...but it wouldn't light! She flicked the lighter again and again, but still no flame would come out. She threw the lighter to the floor.
"Ahhh!" She snarled, "Give me your lighter, Boris."
"I don't smoke, Madam." Boris replied, "Bad for your health."
Madam threw her hands up in despair.
Mike chuckled at her. "Why don't you just use one of the matches to light the others?" He asked, and then realized what he had just said. "What am I saying? Wait, I take that back!"
But Madam had already taken one of the matches from between Mike's toes and lit it. Just as Madam began to light the other matches, there was a loud bang at the door.
"Ask them what they want Boris.” said Madam, pushing him to the door.
"Who is it?" Boris asked.
"Captain Smith," called a voice behind the door.
"It's the captain!"
Though Boris began to panic, Madam remained calm.
She blew out the match, ripped the sheet off the room's other bed, and placed it over Mike.
"Come in," said Madam.
The door opened and the captain appeared.
"Good evening folks,” said the captain, “I'm sorry to bother you at this hour, but I need to ask you a few questions."
"What seems to be the trouble?" asked Madam.
"I was wondering if you seen a young man, who is missing, his friends are looking for him," said the captain.
"What does he look like?" asked a nervous Boris.
"Well, he's six feet two, dark brown hair and eyes, was seen wearing a forest green wool ski cap, and answers to the name Mike Nesmith."
"Never hear of him," said Madam.
"Ah-choo!" went an unexpected sound.
"What was that?" asked the captain.
"Nothing," said Boris.
Just then, there was another sneeze.
"Ah-choo!"
The captain looked around the room, and saw that the sheet on the bed was moving. He lifted up the sheet and found Mike.
"What is this?" the captain asked Boris and Madam.
"Boris, did you bring this stowaway on board with us?” Madam said to her partner.
"I thought he was a friend of yours," said Boris.
"Sir,” Mike said to the captain, “I'm Mike Nesmith, my friends have been looking for me, because I was kidnapped by these two, because they think I have the microfilm on me."
"Wait a minute, these two are Boris and Madam?" the captain asked Mike.
Mike nodded his head.
"Well, let's go contact authorities right now!"
Just as the captain was untying Mike, they heard the door slam shut.
"You're not going anywhere," said Madam.
For now, she and Boris had trapped not only Mike, but now the ship's captain.

Meanwhile, Micky, Peter and Davy waited for the captain to return.
"You know, the captain has been gone for quite sometime," said Davy.
"I hope the captain was able to help Mike," said Peter.
"I hate to say this, but it doesn't seem like it," said Micky.
"What are we going to do?"
"Looks like we're going have to save Mike ourselves," said Davy.
"But how?” asked Peter.
"We need to come up with a plan. Let's put our heads together and think.”
"Right," said Micky.
The three the leaned over, but ended up hitting their own heads.
"Maybe we should try another way of thinking," said Davy, rubbing his sore forehead.
"Good idea," said Micky, rubbing his head as well.
So the guys once again thinking of a plan to help Mike.
After sometime for thinking, Peter, Micky and Davy had a plan.
"Sounds like a great plan, but how do we find where Boris and Madam are?" asked Peter.

Micky then spotted a clipboard and said, “Maybe this could help us.”

The guys looked over at the clipboard.
The board had on a piece of paper of them name of the passengers and their room numbers.
"Say, what name did Boris and Madam used?” Asked Peter.
"According to the captain, it was Smith," said Davy.
"And lucky for us, there's only one couple by that name on the board," said Micky.
The guys then took down the information they needed.
"Now, let's go save Mike," said Peter.
And the guys put their plan into action.

Meanwhile, back in Boris and Madam's room, Mike was still tied to the bed, and now the captain was tied down to a chair.
"You'll never get away with this!" the captain scolded Boris and Madam.
"Boris, shut him up!" Madam ordered.
Boris took a handkerchief out of his pocket, and used it as a gag over the captain's mouth.
Just then, there was a knock at the door.
"Room service," called a voice from behind the door.
"We didn't order anything," said Madam.
"On the house," said another voice.
"We'll take it," said Boris, heading for the door, while Madam pulled on his coat to try and stop him.
Boris opened the door, but there was nobody there. He and Madam went out to take a look around, but the halls were empty.
Little did they know that while they were searching around, Micky, Peter and Davy crept into the room and slammed the door!
"What the devil?" said Madam.
"I think we're locked out," said Boris.
"You think?"
Mike was surprised and glad to see his friends.
"Fellas, thank goodness," he said.
They tied to untie Mike, but the knots were too tight, so Micky took out his pocket knife and cut the ropes.
"Thanks guys," said Mike, rubbing his sore wrists.
The guys also untied the captain as well.
"Thank you boys," said the captain.
"Say, how did you know where we were?” Mike asked.
Just as the guys were about to explain, the door was torn open. It was Boris and Madam.
"Ok, enough with the fun and games!" said Madam.
"Yeah enough with the fun and games!" said Boris.
"Gives us the microfilm or else!"
"Yeah or else!"
"Will you stop repeating me!"
And with that, the Monkees and the captain dashed out the door, and Boris and Madam began to chase after them.
The seven of them ran up and down the ship, until the Monkees and the captain were stopped by a dead end.
"Well, looks like you're trapped,” laughed Madam.
"Yeah, trapped," said Boris.
"I told you to stop repeating me!"
As Boris and Madam moved in closer, Davy pulled something out of his shirt pocket.
"Don't make another more, I got the microfilm," he said.
Davy then threw his arm, and Peter caught something in his hands.
"Now I got it," said Peter.
"Madam, they're not playing fair, whined Boris.
"Give us the Microfilm now!" Madam shouted.
Peter then threw his arm and Micky caught something in his hands.
"Take one step and I'll drop it.” he said.
Boris and Madam took a step, and Micky opened his hand, dropping the film into the water!
"The film!" shouted Boris and Madam.
Boris dove into the water, but Madam took one of the rescue boats that was on the side of the cruise ship. However, as Madam rowed her boat, Boris swam up to her, grabbed on to the side of the boat, which caused the boat to tip over and Madam fell out of the boat!
"You fool!" Madam shouted as she pounded Boris with her fists.
Just then, life preservers fell from the boat, landed onto Boris and Madam and with the help of some sailors, Madam and Boris were pulled on board.
The ship's crew then placed a very wet Boris and Madam under arrest.
"Well, at least those two are going to be put away," said the captain.
"Yeah, but the microfilm is long gone," said Mike.
"No it's not," said Davy.
He took out of his pants pocket a small, dark colored object. It was the microfilm.
"How did you guys come up with a plan like this?" Mike asked.
"We saw it in a movie," said Micky.
"That was quite amazing."
"You've amazed us too Mike," said Peter.
"How?"
"You're out on the middle of the ship's dock and you're not seasick."
Mike looked around, and sure enough he was out on the dock and without wearing his seasick patch. He must had been so nervous about Boris and Madam that he forgotten about his seasickness. But soon enough, his face turned pale, and he passed out.
"Is he ok?" the captain asked.
"He's fine, just a little seasick," said Davy as he as well as Micky and Peter helped Mike up.

The next day, due to the turn of events with the capture of Boris and Madam, the cruise returned to the docks. All the guests were given a refund for what happened.
At the pier, a police car was waiting to take Boris and Madam to jail.
The Monkees were not only paid for performing but were given a generous reward for stopping Boris and Madam.
"Looks like Boris and Madam are finally going to get what they deserve," said Micky, as he watched the two villains get put into the police car.
"It sure was nice of the captain to let us travel anytime we want on his ship," said Davy.
"Yeah, meaning, we're sure to perform again real soon," said Peter.
"That was nice of him, but I think I'd rather perform on land than sea," said Mike.
As the guys headed to find a taxi, a young woman bumped into Peter.
"Watch where you're going," she said with a French accent.
As the woman walked away, Peter saw on the ground a small dark colored object. It was indeed another microfilm.
"Aw man," said Micky.
"Here we go again," said Davy.
"Not quite," said Mike, picking the microfilm, then took off after the woman.
"Miss, you dropped this!" he called out as Davy, Peter and Micky followed him.

Boris and Madam were sent back to jail, and were charged with a federal offence; kidnapping and endangerment. They are now spending twenty years to life.
Oh, and if you're wondering, the Monkees did catch up to the woman, and the micro-film was really a compact mirror.

The End.