By: Larrysgirl and Mickys411 Rated PG

Peter sat on the beach and pouted. His fourth attempt to build a pyramid in the sand ended up the like the other three times; with a total collapse of the structure.
Micky, Mike and Davy were sitting nearby, quietly watching their friend. When the pyramid collapsed again, they just simply shook their heads.
"You gonna need something to hold it up better, Peter." Mike said, unfolding his newspaper. "The ancient Egyptians used stones anyway."
"I know." Peter said sadly, "Huge stones two to five tons each. It's absolutely amazing at what they accomplished all those years ago."
"And archaeologists aren't even sure how they were built in the first place." Micky added.
"Yeah, those Egyptians sure were smart." Peter smiled, fingering the ankh he wore around his neck.
The other three Monkees chuckled at Peter's remark. Ever since he watched a special on Egyptian pyramids on TV a few weeks ago, Egypt, Pharaohs, pyramids and hieroglyphics were all blond bassist ever talked about.
"Hey Peter, here's something you may be interested in." Mike said, holding his newspaper out to him. "The history museum is having an Egyptian exhibit."
"Really?" Peter said excitedly, almost ripping the paper out of Mike's hand.
"Wow, it starts tomorrow and will have real mummies on display!" Peter read. "It will even have the real-life mummy and tomb of King Tutenfruti the first there!"
"Wow, the whole tomb?" Davy asked.
"Yeah, I remember the special I saw on TV talked about him." Peter replied, "He was about our age when he became Pharaoh but he died suddenly not long afterwards."
"That's terrible." Micky remarked.
"Can we go tomorrow, Mike?" Peter asked. "Tuesdays are free admission days at the museum."
"We have some errands to run and rehearse...but I guess so." Mike replied.
"Yeah, thanks Mike!" Peter exclaimed, getting up and hugging Mike, at the same time getting sand all over Mike.
"Yeah, you're welcome Peter," said Mike, dusting the sand off himself as Davy and Micky held back from laughing.
"Look at Peter, never seen him this excited about something before," said Davy.
"I had," said Micky.
"When?"
"Last week when he won that year supply of light bulbs for being the 5,000th customer at the supermarket."

The next day, just as Mike promised Peter, the Monkees went to the museum.
Actually, Peter woke up the guys early, just so they could be the first ones there at the opening.
"Hurry up Mike, the museum opens in five minutes!" said Peter, who was nearly bouncing up and down in the car.
"Take it easy shotgun," said Mike with a yawn.
"Yeah, we're almost there," said Davy, who let out a yawn himself.
"Wake me when we get there then," said Micky, who fell asleep.
"’Fraid that nap will have to wait Micky, cuz we're here already," said Mike, parking the car.
Peter was the first on out of the Monkeemobile, followed by Mike, Davy and Micky. Just then, Peter stopped running.
"What's wrong, buddy?" Mike asked.
"Look," said Peter, pointing to a line of people outside the door.
"Whoa, look at that crowd," said Davy.
"I'm sure the line will move quickly once the doors open," said Micky, wiping the lens of his camera.
"Looks like a lot of people are interested in Mummies." Mike remarked.
"Or that we're not the only ones taking advantage of free admission Tuesdays." Davy added.
Just then, a man with a megaphone came out onto the front steps and spoke to the crowd.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, there will be slight delay in opening the museum this morning." He said, "There appears to be a problem with the mummy of King Tutenfruti."
The Monkees looked at each other. Peter was especially taken aback.
"What's the matter?" A nearby woman asked.
"The king's mummy seemed to have moved during the night. It was found away from its sarcophagus. We are putting it back now. We're sorry for the delay." With that, he went back inside.
"Who moved the mummy?" Someone asked.
"Maybe he moved around on his own." Another said, as the others around him laughed.
"Maybe there's a curse." A third person said.
"A curse?" Micky echoed.
"Do you know of any curse on King Tutenfruti, Peter?" Mike asked.
"No, none that I know of." Peter replied.
Finally, the museum doors opened and the crowd slowly filled inside. As the Monkees walked along, they could hear some of the comments about the exhibit.
"Why anybody would want to see some dead guy wrapped up in sheets is beyond me." A man complained to his wife.
"Oh Henry, we need some culture." His wife chastised.
"Wow, this Tutenfruti guy lived in the fourth dynasty over three thousand years ago!" A young boy told his friends as he looked over a promotional pamphlet.
"I wonder why he died so young?" One of the boy's friends asked.
Finally, the Monkees were inside. They made their way over to the Egyptian exhibit. Unfortunately, it seemed like everybody else had the same idea.
"Man, we'll never see the Pharaoh." Peter said sadly, looking at all the people.
"Don't worry Peter, King Tutenfruti ain't going anywhere." Mike said.
At last, the tomb of Pharaoh Tutenfruti was in sight. It was a large stone structure that almost reached the ceiling of the museum.
"Wow." Was all Peter could say. The other three had to admit the tomb was pretty impressive.
"Here's a sign." Micky said, pointing to a sign near the tomb's entrance.
"It says King Tutenfruti's tomb has been carefully dismantled and put back together, just as it was found in Memphis."
"Memphis? That's in Tennessee!" Micky exclaimed.
"No Micky." Peter replied, "There was a city named Memphis in ancient Egypt."
"Oh." Was all Micky could say in reply.
"Let's see what the King looks like." Davy told the others.
So the Monkees, with Peter leading the way, went inside.
"Boy, they could use a few lights." Micky remarked.
"There's trying to keep it just the way it was found, Micky." Peter replied, looking at the hieroglyphics on the walls.
Along the walls, in glass cases, were several of the treasures the king had obtained in his short life. Rings, necklaces, scarabs, headdresses, and statues were all on display.
"The guy was loaded." Mike said to the others.
"Only king Tut's tomb had more gold in it." Peter replied.
In the center of the tomb was a large marble sarcophagus surrounded by an even bigger one made of solid gold. The lid was off to one side and lying inside was none other than King Tutenfruti himself! He was still wrapped in his linen wrappings. The pharaoh was about five foot six and looked strong and muscular.
"Wow, he sure has survived the centuries well." Davy said, "It's almost like he's just asleep."
Peter stared into the eyes of Tutenfruti. "Poor man, only king for a few years and he's dead."
Micky took his camera from around his neck and took a picture of the king, the flashbulb going off because of the darkness. Peter stepped back in surprise.
"What's wrong, Peter?" Micky asked.
"If I didn't know better, I could've sworn Tutenfruti winced when Micky took that picture." Peter replied.
"That's impossible." Davy replied, "The man's been dead for three thousand years."
"Please move along." A guard told the group, "There are others who wish to see the Pharaoh."
"Sure, ok." Mike told him, ushering his band mates out of the way. He took a last glance at the Pharaoh and walked away.
The Pharaoh's eyes followed him.

The guys continued to look around the museum. It had been a while since they had been there, so they stayed for a long time. Finally, it was getting toward closing time, and Mike mentioned to the others that it was time to leave.

"Oh, I was having such a good time." Peter said sadly.
"I was too, but we gotta go home and rehearse." Mike replied.
"I wanna go see the mummy one more time." Peter said, getting up and running over to the tomb.
The other three shook their heads and followed him.
After the initial excitement wore off, the museum visitors went on to other things, thus the tomb was now empty. Peter led the others over to the sarcophagus. When they got there, Peter led out a cry.
"What's wrong, Peter?" Davy asked.
"The mummy...it's gone!" Peter exclaimed.
Sure enough, the sarcophagus was empty.
"This is really weird," said Davy.
"Yeah, first the delay now this." said Micky.
Just then, the head of the museum entered the hallway and began to make an announcement.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, we're sorry to cut everyone's visit short, but we have to close the museum right now," said the curator.
"How come?" asked a guest.
"It seems the mummy has disappeared, and we must go find it."
Though some people were disappointed, many were nervous thinking there was a thief in the museum.

As the Monkees left the museum, they began to wonder about what happened just now.
"You know, all this doesn't make a great deal of sense," said Davy.
"Davy, I couldn’t understand why someone would take the mummy," said Mike.
"But why the mummy, said Micky, Why not any of the jewels. I mean, who would want to steal a mummy."
"I don't think the mummy was stolen," said Peter.
"What?" asked Davy.
"Remember I said it looked like it winced after Micky took that picture."
"Well, believe it or not, the mummy was the last film on my camera, maybe we'll see something when I get the pictures developed," said Micky.
"I don't think we have anything to worry about, it could had been the way the lighting was," said Mike.
"Yeah, you could be right." said Davy.
"Where is your camera, Micky?" Mike asked.
Micky looked around frantically. "Oh no!" He shouted, "I left it at the tomb!"
"We'll have to go get it tomorrow." Davy said, "The museum is closed."
"No, my Mom gave me that camera for my birthday last year." Micky replied, starting to walk back, "I gotta find it."
The Monkees ran back to the museum's doors. Fortunately, someone was coming out at the time, so the guys were able to get back inside. They ran over to the tomb.
"Looks like we're the last ones in here." Peter shivered.
"As soon as I get my camera, we're out of here." Micky promised.
They reached the tomb and went inside once again. As they walked to the tomb's main chamber, Peter saw a shadow flash against the wall next to him. He turned to see if someone was behind them, but nobody was there.
In the burial chamber, Micky found his camera lying on the floor near the sarcophagus. With a sigh of relief, he picked it up.
"Wow, I'm glad I found it." Micky said.
"Now can we go?" Davy asked, "It's too spooky in here with nobody around."
"Yeah, let's go before Tutenfruti shows up again." Mike chuckled.
"It seems so strange that the king has been going missing." Peter said quietly. "It's almost like he's walking around on his own."
"Oh Peter, of all the silly things you've said..." Davy replied, rolling his eyes.
Suddenly, there was a movement behind Davy. He didn't notice it at first, but did notice his friends' eyes grow very wide.
"What's wrong?" Davy asked.
The other three just kept staring behind Davy, mouths wide open. Davy turned around...
and found himself staring at the mummy of king Tutenfruti! The mummy was standing on its own, with its eyes looking out from behind the linen strips. Slowly, it began to walk toward the group. The Monkees backed up until their backs were against the sarcophagus.
"Ahhh...ahhh..." Was all Davy was able to get out.
Peter took a step forward. He bowed deeply to the mummy.
"Greetings, oh great king Tutenfruti." Peter said reverently, "Son of Amun-Ra, ruler of the Nile, matchless Pharaoh of upper and Lower Egypt, we are your servants."
Davy, Mike and Micky looked at Peter in total shock. Still, the greeting had some effect. The mummy stopped in its tracks.
The mummy of King Tutenfruti slowly raised a hand and pointed at Peter.
"I thank you for that greeting," The mummy said in a deep voice in English, "It has been a very long time since anyone paid me any respect."
"You...speak English?" Micky squeaked out.
"Yes, I have learned that language listening to the people who come to view my body." Tutenfruti replied. "I also know that many centuries have passed since I sat in my palace in Memphis."
"My name is Davy," Davy told the Pharaoh, "This is Peter, Mike and Micky. We're glad to meet you, your majesty." The Monkees all bowed to the king.
"I am glad to meet you too." The king replied, "It has been so long since I have been able to talk to anyone. You four are the first to not run away."
"Yeah, we didn't know what to make of you." Micky replied.
"I know." Tutenfruti said. "Most people would've run or tried to hurt me."
"Why are you walking around anyway, your majesty." Peter asked, "Why aren't you dead?"
"Peter!" Mike admonished.
"It is alright." The king replied, "It is a long story, but a curse was put on me that once my body was removed from my tomb, I would wake up and continue to live, but in a decaying body."
"Oh, that's rough." Davy replied.
"Every chance I get, I try to find something that will help remove the curse." Tutenfruti replied, "The spell book of Isis might help me, but it is not here."
"I know where it's at!" Micky replied, "It's in another part of this museum!"
"Well, let's go get it!" Peter said happily.
"But we gotta be careful of the guards." Davy put in, "They're looking for you." He told the king.
"I will go back into my sarcophagus while you look." The king said, "Please try and find the book and bring it back here."
The Monkees promised they would and quietly left the tomb.

The guys then began to search for the book.
"Now let's be very careful fellas,” said Mike, “This place is crawling with guards."
"Yeah, seeing that this is a big event," said Davy.
"Plus they also think Tutenfruti is missing," said Micky.
"I sure hope we can find that book to help him," said Peter.
"Don't worry Peter, will get it," said Mike.
After a short distance of walking, they found the room where the book was on display.
"Here it is!" said Micky.
"Shhh! the guards will here you," whispered Davy.
"Sorry."
The Monkees were about to take the book, when they heard footsteps.
"Hide!" Mike said.
And that's what the guys did. They hid under some tables and waited for the guards to pass by.
"That was close," said Davy, getting up.
And with that, the guys grabbed the book, and returned to meet the king.
"Be careful with that." Mike told the others as they made their way back to the tomb.
"This sure doesn't look like a book." Micky remarked, "It's just a rolled up piece of paper."
"It's actually papyrus, Micky." Peter replied, "It's made from a plant, and books as we know them weren't invented yet."
Micky nodded, impressed with Peter's knowledge.
"Finally, the group snuck back into the tomb. Tutenfruti was lying in his sarcophagus.
"We got it, your majesty." Davy said.
Slowly, the Pharaoh climbed out of his sarcophagus.
"Thank you very much." He said, "I have been trying for many years to find this scroll, but it was never at any of the places I had visited."
"So that's why you've been walking around here?" Peter asked.
"Yes, that is true."
"Do you think this will help you not be a mummy anymore?" Mike asked.
"Yes, the priests of Isis were the most learned men in the world." The king replied. He slowly unrolled the scroll. It was very old and tattered in several places. Still, he could make out the hieroglyphics printed on the papyrus.
With the Monkees' help, he lay the scroll down on a bench and rolled it out to its full length. As the king read the scroll, the Monkees kept watch for the guards. After several minutes, the king gave a groan.
"What's wrong, your Majesty?" Peter asked.
"The spell is missing." He said, pointing to a hole in the papyrus.
"That part of the scroll must've disintegrated over time." Davy replied.
"Now, there is no way to take away my curse." The king said sadly, "I am condemned to walk this earth forever, my body slowly rotting, never having the chance to enter the Field of Reeds."
"Field of Reeds?" Mike asked.
"It's like the Christian Heaven." Peter replied, "Where you live forever in peace and happiness."
"We're sorry, your majesty." Peter said, "It sure was a bad person who did this to you."
"Do you know who did this?" Micky asked.
"There are many who would take the throne of Egypt from me." Tutenfruti replied. "But the most likely one would be my Uncle Snafu who would've ascended the throne after I died."
"Do you know how you died?" Davy asked.
The Pharaoh shook his head. "All I remember is that there was a grand feast to celebrate my engagement to my sister Abana. I went to sleep that night...and never woke up."
"Your...sister?" Micky replied.
"Yes, who else would have the pure blood needed to continue the throne?" Tutenfruti asked.
The Monkees said nothing to this.
"I wish there was some way to help you, your majesty." Peter said sincerely.
"Is there some other spell you can use to lessen the curse?" Davy asked.
"No, there is none." Tutenfruti said.
Suddenly, Micky got an idea.
"I know! Is there some way you can go back in time and prevent yourself from dying?" He asked.
"Go back in time?" Peter echoed.
"Yeah, if that scroll has all those spells in it, why not a time travel one?" Micky asked.
"Let me see." Tutenfruti said, walking back over to the scroll. After several minutes, he turned to the Monkees.
"Yes, it can be done!" He said, then hesitated and added, "Can you come back with me? I will need allies that I can trust."
The Monkees looked at each other. Go back in time over three thousand years ago?
"We gotta help him." Peter said.
"Yeah, it's not right what was done to him." Mike added.
"Ok, we'll help you." Micky and Davy said to the Pharaoh.
"Join hands with me."
The Monkees and the Pharaoh joined hands as the Pharaoh started to read aloud from the scroll. The guys didn't understand what the king was saying, but all of a sudden, a gust of wind blew through the tomb and everything went dark…
Then there was a light and everyone found themselves standing outside the tomb! Instead of a museum, there was sand all around. The wrapped up Pharaoh was gone too, replaced by a young man in his early twenties with short dark hair and wearing a linen skirt.
The Pharaoh looked around, a big smile on his face.
"Welcome to my kingdom, my friends!" He said.
"Are we really in Egypt?" Davy asked.
"All I know is that it's mighty hot." Mike replied, wiping his brow.
"Yes, I remember those buildings." Tutenfuti replied, "And look at that pyramid shining in the sun!"
The Pharaoh pointed to a large pyramid several miles away. It looked brand-new, not chipped and worn as it would look in the twentieth century.
"Oh thank you, Isis." Tutenfruti said, bowing his head, "Thank you for giving me another chance at life. I will not waste it." He rolled up the scroll of spells, now in perfect condition as well.
"Come, we will go back to my palace." Tutenfruti told the Monkees, "There we will try to find out who murdered me."
As the Pharaoh was speaking, several chariots rode over to the group.
"Who are they?" Micky asked.
"It looks like my Uncle and his retinue." Tutenfruti replied.
"Ah there you are, Nephew." Snafu said as his driver brought his chariot to a halt. Snafu was a middle-aged bald-headed man and was wearing a linen skirt and leather sandals.
"We became worried when you left the palace without notice."
"I was just inspecting my tomb, Uncle." Tutenfruti replied, "As ruler of this land I may come and go as I please."
"Of course, but..." Snafu stopped when he saw the four Monkees standing there. He got off of his chariot and walked over to them. He regarded them warily.
"And who are you, and what sort of clothing are you wearing?"
"These are four travelers from the far-away land of America, Uncle." Tutenfruti replied, "They are quite interested in our great civilization."
"As well as they should be." Snafu replied. "Though I have never heard of America."
"It's far, far away to the west, sir." Peter replied.
"I have invited them to stay at my palace as my honored guests." Tutenfruti said, "To stay as long as they wish."
It was clear on his face that Snafu didn't like the idea of such odd-looking strangers staying inside the palace, but instead bowed.
"It will be done, great king." He said, "But we should return now to your palace. There is still much to be done."
"About what, Uncle?" Tutenfruti asked.
"About your feast where you announce your engagement to Abana tomorrow night, nephew." Snafu replied, "You surely have not forgotten?"
"Of course not." Tutenfruti replied, looking over at the Monkees. "Let's go back now. I'm sure our guests are tired from their long journey."
So everybody climbed onto the chariots and they were quickly driven back to the Pharaoh's palace.

Once there, the guys were given large, luxurious rooms to relax in, plus several female servants to tend to their needs.
It was much to hot to continue wearing their 1960's clothing, so the Monkees gladly put on the linen skirts and leather sandals the servants provided them.
"Not bad." Micky remarked, checking himself in the bronze mirror a servant girl was holding, "Kind of like the bathing trunks we wore back home."
"This place is really something." Mike remarked as he lay down on large down-filled pillows.
"Would you like something to eat?" Another servant girl asked.
"Sure, whatever you have is fine." Peter replied.
The servant girl bowed and walked away. Soon she was back with several other girls carrying trays of food. They had the Monkees recline and the girls began to feed them fruit and other delicacies.
"You know, I could get used to this." Davy said between bites.
But as the Monkees ate, someone was watching all that was going on from a secret panel in the wall.
Thought the guys were enjoying themselves, Peter couldn't help to notice that something was wrong.
"What's up Peter?" Mike asked.
"I don't know, I just have this feeling that we're being watched," said Peter.
"Don't worry Peter," said Micky.
"Yeah, who could be watching us?" said Davy.
"Well..." Mike said slowly, looking at his three friends, "Let's remember 'why' we're here."
Micky, Peter and Davy nodded their heads, remembering that they were in ancient Egypt to prevent someone from murdering King Tutenfruti. They looked around the room, trying to see if anyone could be watching them. The servant girl kneeling behind Mike brought her head down closer to him.
"Is something wrong, My Lord?" She asked.
"Um, no my dear." He replied quickly. "What's your name anyway?"
"LuAnne, my Lord." She answered.
"Could you feed me some more grapes, please?" He asked.
"Of course, My Lord." LuAnne replied with a smile.

The mysterious figure watching the whole scene from the secret room behind the wall stayed for a few minutes longer then left. The strangers seemed harmless, but he could not take any chances when his plan was ready to unfold. When those strangers went to bed tonight, perhaps a few poisonous snakes can keep them company...

Just then, Micky let out a yawn.
"I don't know about you guys, but this trip has really tired me out,” he said.
"You know, I'm kind of sleepy myself," said Davy.
"Yeah, I could use some shut eye as well," said Mike.
"Me too," said Peter.
"Come, I will show you to the sleeping quarters," said LuAnne.
She then led the Monkees to another part of the palace.
"Here we are," said LuAnne, leading the guys to a room where there were four boards on the ground.
"What room is this?" Davy asked.
"The guest sleep quarters," said Luann.
"Where are the mattresses?" Peter asked.
"What's a mattress?"
"Never mind, this will do," said Mike.
"You boys have a good rest," said LuAnne leaving.
"Which one's the hardest bed?" Davy asked.
"Hard to tell, they look the same," said Micky.
Peter went over to a box in the corner and opened the lid. To his relief, there were some blankets inside.
"Here's some blankets, guys." Peter said, lifting them out of the box.
"Perhaps we can use them as pillows." Mike said.
Just then, Luanne came back into the room. In her hands, she had what looked like four blocks of wood with one side curved in.
"I am sorry, but I forgot to give you your headrests." She said and handed each Monkee a block.
"No pillows?" Mike asked.
"No my Lord." LuAnne replied.
"Well, um, where we come from, we sleep on softer things." Mike replied. "Do you think you can get us a few of those pillows we were sitting on earlier?"
"Whatever you wish, my Lord." LuAnne bowed and left the room. If she thought Mike's request was strange, she didn't let it show.
A moment later, LuAnne and another girl came back with some pillows.
"Thank you very much, LuAnne." Mike said.
"I am glad to be of service to you, My Lord." She replied, "Now let me set your bed up for you."
"Oh that's ok, I can do that." Mike answered.
"It is my duty to serve you." LuAnne replied, taking the blanket from Mike and unfolded it.
When she did, a snake fell out and onto the floor!
The Monkees screamed and jumped back, but LuAnne kept her cool. She was used to seeing snakes and calmly smashed the snake under the heel of her sandal.
"Check the other blankets." She quickly told the other girl.
As it turned out, there was a snake in each of the blankets! LuAnne and the other girl quickly smashed them.
"A snake in each blanket?" Davy asked. "What are the odds of that?"
"Someone must've put them there." Micky replied.
"Who would want to kill you my Lord?" LuAnne asked Mike. "Those were poisonous asps."
Mike remembered what Tutenfruti had told him about Snafu, but just said, "I don't know LuAnne, but thank you and your friend for saving my life, in fact, all of all lives." He kissed LuAnne and the other girl on the cheek.
"We were glad to do it, My Lord." LuAnne and the other girl replied, blushing.

“What is your name?” Peter asked the girl.

“Virginitti, My Lord.” She replied.
"Do you want more blankets, my Lords?" Virginitti asked.
"No!" The Monkees said quickly.
"No thank you," Peter replied, "We'll manage without them."
Virginitti took a broom and swept the dead snakes out of the room and LuAnne lit a candle.
"Goodnight my Lords." LuAnne said.
"Goodnight." The Monkees replied.
After checking the pillows for snakes, the Monkees settled in for the night, but got little sleep.

The next morning, LuAnne and the other servant girls came to wake the Monkees.
"Good morning, my Lords." LuAnne said, "How was your sleep?"
"Between the hard boards and the thought of more snakes coming to get us, not too good." Mike replied, getting up and stretching.
"I informed the palace steward about what happened last night and he promised to investigate." Another servant girl, whose name was Sallenteti, replied.
"Thank you." Davy replied.
The servant girls led the Monkees to another room and gave them fresh clothes to wear, then shaved them.
"What's for breakfast?" Peter asked.
"What is 'breakfast?' Virginitti asked, puzzled.
"Um, the first meal of the day where we break the night's fast." Peter quickly replied.
"You will be eating with the King in his private chambers this morning." The fourth girl, Noramuna, replied, "It is a great honor. Usually the King does not eat with others and when he does, it is in the main banquet hall."
LuAnne looked at the water clock in the corner.
"It is almost time, you cannot be late for the King!" She exclaimed. Taking a small jar with holes in the lid, the sprinkled the Monkees with incense. The other girls made sure their hair was neatly combed.
"I can really get used to this." Davy smiled.
"Come, it is time!" LuAnne said, helping Mike to his feet.
The girls led the Monkees out of their chamber and down a long hallway. After making a few turns, they came upon a gold door with guards in front.
"The King's guests are here." LuAnne told the guards.
One guard nodded and then he and his companion opened the gold doors and let them Monkees inside while the servant girls stayed in the hall.
The Monkees were stunned by all the wealth shown in the room. There were gold statues and expensive tapestries on the walls, and mahogany tables all around. Standing in the room, dressed in a white linen robe with gold jewelry was Snafu. Next to him was a younger man, dressed about the same.
"Welcome. You are right on time." Snafu said.
"Thank you." Peter said, bowing. The other three followed suit.
"This is my son, Amun Ray-Ban." Snafu added, "First-cousin to the King."
"Welcome to Egypt." Amun Ray-Ban said with a smile. "I am sorry though that your first night here was not too pleasant."
"Oh, it was really nothing." Micky replied, "Our servant girls took care of the snakes."
Suddenly a gong rang and in walked Tutenfruti, wearing a linen robe with a gold sash, his eyes lined with kohl and he had several rings on his fingers. Everyone in the room bowed as the King took his place at table. Once the king sat down, only then did everyone else sit.
"Good morning to you all." The King said, looking at each of his guests.
"Good morning great king." Davy said.
"I had heard what happened last night." Tutenfruti said, "Believe me, I will find out who placed the snakes in your room and he will be punished. From now on, your room will be guarded."
"Thank you, your Majesty." Mike replied.
Tutenfruti smiled then turned to his Uncle and cousin.
"Did you sleep well, Uncle?"
"Yes, nephew I did." Snafu replied.
"And you, cousin?" The Pharaoh asked.
"Yes, my King, quite well." Amun Ray-Ban replied.
The King clapped his hands and servants came over and placed bowls of fruit on the table. One servant sliced a piece of fruit open for the King and placed it on a gold plate.
Other servants came over and placed honey cakes on the table as well, along with pitchers of fruit juice and gold cups.
"I would like to hear about your America." Snafu said to the Monkees. "What is it like?"
So the Monkees talked about America, being careful not to mention anything modern like telephones. Tutenfruti was aware of modern times, but his Uncle and cousin were not. The guys mostly spoke of the large cities and rivers that made up the country.
"What sort of ruler do you have?" Amun asked.
"We have governors of major areas, but the main ruler is someone we call a president." Mike said.
"What an odd name." Snafu remarked, "Is he descended from a God?"
"No, he is elected by the people." Peter replied.
"Elected?" Amun repeated.
"Yes, the people take a vote to see who will be president." Micky replied.
"Oh, it is sort of like the system the Greeks tried. They called it democracy." Tutenfruti said.
"A system where the people decide the leader?" Amun replied in disbelief. "Bah, how can that work? The people need to be led by the strong. They cannot be trusted to make the right decisions."
"It has worked for us for over one hundred ninety years." Mike replied.
Amun stared back at Mike, clearly not happy at his answer. Seeing this, Tutenfruti stepped in.
"Let's not argue this matter." He said, "If it works for the Americans, then so be it."
At the end of the meal, servants came to clear the table and provide cloths to wipe their hands. Tutenfruti then looked at Snafu and his son.
"I thank you two for joining me this morning." He said with a smile, "Now I must ask you to excuse us, as there are some things my guests and I must discuss."
"Of course, my King." Snafu replied as he and Amun stood up, "Thank you again for inviting us, it had been a long time since we had eaten together."
Snafu and Amun bowed, then left the King's chambers. Tutenfruti looked at his servants.
"Leave us, we wish to be alone."
The servants quickly filed out of the room. The Pharaoh looked at the Monkees.
"The banquet is tonight. We don't have much time."
"Can't you postpone it?" Davy asked.
"No, it would cause suspicion." The Pharaoh replied, "I don't want anyone to know I about their plan."
"Let's see if we can think of a way to trap them." Micky said.
"But how?" Mike asked.
"All we can do is watch them carefully." Tutenfruti said quietly.
A few moments later, Snafu and Amun returned.
"You know, Amun and I were thinking, it's such a nice day, why don't we take a short ride on the Nile?" asked Snafu.
"That sounds like fun," said Peter.
Davy thought for a minute but then answered,” Ok."
"Sure," said Micky.
"You guys go ahead, I get seasick," said Mike.
"And I have to make some appointments before the big event tonight," said Tutenfruti.
"I just remembered, so do I," said Snafu.
He then turned to Amun and said, “Son, why don't you take the guests and show them the river?"
"I'll do that Father," said Amun.
While Amun led Micky, Peter and Davy down to the dock, Mike stayed with the King in case anything happened.
"How do you like Egypt so far, Mike?" Tutenfruti asked as they walked over to his study.
"From what I've seen, its very beautiful, but very hot." Mike replied.
"Yes, I had forgotten what this land was like, after spending all that time in a sarcophagus." The King replied. "Though I was able to see a little of America and the world as I was taken on tour."
"Must've been hard trying to keep hidden, only walking around at night." Mike remarked.
"Yes, but I was exposed to other ideas and cultures." Tutenfruti replied, "It humbled me. I realized I was only a human being, a footnote in history, my body something to be looked at by the curious." He sat down at a large mahogany table on which sat rolls of papyrus. The King motioned for Mike to sit.
"Now you have the chance to change all that." Mike said, sitting in a carved wooden chair.
"Oh yes, and I will." Tutenfruti replied. "I want the chance to have a long life with Abana, to do many great things for Egypt."
"As soon as we find out who is going to try and kill you." Mike said.
"I still think it is my Uncle." Tutenfruti replied, "But now, since you four are here, he may change his plans."
"He's also making arrangements for the feast." Mike added.
"True, but for now I want you to stay here with me, since you and your friends are the only ones I can really trust right now."
"Micky, Peter and Davy will keep an eye on Amun too." Mike said, "If he's up to something, they'll find out."

Amun led Micky, Peter and Davy down to the royal docks and over to one of the skiffs docked there. The dock master walked over to them.
"Greetings, prince Amun." The dock master said with a bow, "How may I help you?"
"I would like to take the King's guests on a trip down the Nile." Amun replied, "We will require some men to row for us."
"At once, oh Prince."
Within a minute, six men came to the dock and onto the skiff, three on each side. Amun and the three Monkees got in too and sat down. The men took to their oars and soon the skiff was gently gliding down the Nile.
"Wow, this is so nice." Micky replied.
"Hey look a crocodile!" Peter exclaimed, standing up.
"Peter, be careful!" Davy said.
Suddenly, the boat shifted and Peter fell into the water, right near the crocodiles!
Peter quickly came to the water's surface, but the crocodiles had spotted him. Tails lashing the water, they charged toward Peter.
Micky and Davy reached out to their friend.
"Hurry, Peter!" Davy shouted, "Grab our hands!"
Peter quickly swam over to the boat and his friends pulled him aboard just in time. The rowers used their oars to smack the crocodiles on the head. The crocs soon realized they weren't going to get a meal and swam away.
"That was close." Micky breathed, "Are you ok, Peter?"
"I'm fine." Peter said, looking over at Amun.
The King's cousin was standing in the back of the boat with his hand on the rudder. He had a sorry expression on his face.
"I am very sorry about that." He said, "I was trying to maneuver the boat closer to the crocodiles and turned the rudder a little too sharply. It has been awhile since I handled a boat."
"It's alright, Prince Amun." Peter replied, "Accidents happen."
But the three Monkees wondered if it had been an accident at all.

Back at the palace, Mike accompanied the King as he strode toward the banquet hall. They had spent a long time talking and forming a plan, and now it was time to start it.
Finally, they came to the hall and a servant opened the door for them.
It was a very large hall filled with tables and chairs covered in dyed linen of many colors. The floor was made of tile and marble. There were servants placing flower arrangements around the room while musicians practiced in one corner. Against the back wall, there was a raised area where another table, made of gold and marble, was being polished by two servants. Mike guessed that was where Tutenfruti and Abana would be seated.
"This is a beautiful room, your majesty." Mike said.
"Yes, I only use it for special occasions. Tonight it will be filled with all the Kingdom's 'noble' citizens." The King replied, making a face. He then spotted his uncle talking to a few of the servants. Snafu noticed the King and Mike and dismissed the servants. Then he walked over to his nephew and Mike.
"Is everything satisfactory, my King?" He asked, ignoring Mike.
"Yes it is, Uncle Snafu." Tutenfruti replied, "The room has been done up quite well. I've made one change though."
"What is that, sire?"
"I wish the four travelers from America to sit at our table tonight."
"To sit at the royal table?" Snafu replied, aghast. "But nephew..."
"Don't worry, there will still be plenty of room there for you and Amun, Uncle." Tutenfruti smiled. "See to it at once."
Snafu's face turned a shade of red and he took a deep breath before answering.
"It will be done, great king." He replied.
"Good, now let's go over the list of food and drink that will be served tonight."

"That's was a good idea, having us sit with you." Mike quietly told the King as they walked back to his chambers.
"Yes, I will feel better with you four 'watching my back' as I overheard someone say once."
"We're still going to have to find out who killed you." Mike replied, "If he doesn't do it tonight, he'll try again."
"Yes, I will not let history repeat itself this time."
Just then, they were met by the other three Monkees and Amun. Mike quickly noticed that Peter was damp.
"What happened to you, Peter?" Mike asked.
"I fell into the Nile." Peter replied. "And was almost eaten by crocs."
"It was my fault," Amun added, "I accidentally turned the rudder too hard and shifted the boat."
"Well, I'm glad you're ok, Peter." Tutenfruti replied, not entirely convinced of Amun's explanation, "By the way, these men will be sitting at our table tonight, cousin."
"But cousin..."
"I am the king, Amun." Tutenfruti put in, "I've already told your father and it will be done."
"Of course."
"I will see you four later, at the banquet." Tutenfruti told the group, "It starts at sundown."
The Monkees and Amun bowed and the King left. The Monkees went back to their quarters to be pampered by LuAnne, Sallenteti, Virginetti and Noramuna.
As the Monkees headed back to their quarters, they heard a squeaky noise, as if something was being moved.
"What was that?" Peter asked.
"Maybe just the palace settling," said Micky.
"Oh."
Just then, the noise happened again.
"There's that noise again," said Peter.
"What noise?" asked Davy.
"Peter, I think you're imaging things," said Mike.
"I really did hear something," said Peter.
"Pete, you had a rough day, and it could be stress," said Micky.
But just as the guys turned the corner, they disappeared in a hole in the floor. Fortunately, the guys didn't fall too far and they quickly picked themselves up off the floor.
"What happened?" Micky asked, dusting himself off.
"Looks like we're in a secret passage." Mike replied.
Above them, LuAnne and the other servant girls poked their heads into the hole.
"Are you alright My Lords?" LuAnne asked. "We had heard a crash."
"Yeah, we're fine." Peter replied, "Looks like we found a tunnel."
"A tunnel underneath the palace?" Virginitti asked.
"Yeah, and it looks like it leads over to our rooms." Davy replied. "Can you bring us a light?"
"You should come up instead, my Lord." Sallentetti replied, "It could be dangerous down there."
"This is probably how someone was able to put those snakes in our blankets." Mike replied, "We have to find out who did it."
"Very well." Noramuna replied as she got up and went for a light. A minute later, she had lit oil lamps, which she handed down to them.
"Thank you." Micky replied, "We'll meet you in our room."
So the Monkees began to follow the passage and soon enough, there was a set of steps at the end. Going up, they pushed on the wall. It moved and they found themselves inside their sleeping quarters! Waiting for them were the servant girls.
"So this is how someone got into your room." LuAnne remarked.
"Yes, and I'll bet there are a lot more passages down there." Davy replied.
All eight of them went back out to where the floor had collapsed. Noramuna went to tell the King what had happened. A few minutes later, Tutenfruti and several guards, along with Snafu and Amun came over. They all looked in shock at the hole in the floor.
"I had no idea there were secret passages under the palace." The king said, shaking his head.
"One passage led to our sleeping chamber." Mike said, "That's how someone put the snakes in our blankets."
Tutenfruti turned to the head guard. "Bring men at once to repair the floor. After my feast tonight, I will have men begin filling the passages in."
The guard bowed. "It will be done, great King." He turned and left.
"At least that mystery is solved." The King replied, "But the question is who put those snakes there and why. These four are simply travelers from afar."
"Do you four have any...special knowledge?" Amun asked the Monkees.
"No." Micky replied innocently, but the guys knew that someone was going to try and kill the king tonight.
The King and his guards walked away, while Snafu and his son looked at the hole in the floor a little longer. Then, they too left the hallway. Micky whispered to the other Monkees.
"Before they repair the floor, we should take a look and see where the other passages go."
"I'll bet some of them go to Snafu's room." Mike whispered back, then looked at their servant girls.
"We won't be needing you right now, ladies." He said, "We're going to look around the palace some more."
"As you wish, My Lord." LuAnne replied. She and the other girls bowed and left.
When they were alone again, the Micky jumped back down into the hole. Peter handed him the oil lamps and then he, Mike and Davy jumped down into the hole too.
"Let's see where this passage goes." Davy said.
With that, the guys began to explore the underground passages beneath the palace. Not long afterwards, Peter began to hear something again.
"Wait, I hear footsteps." He said, coming to a stop.
This time, the others believed him. When they came to an intersection, two Monkees hid in on the left and right side passages, waiting to ambush whoever was coming.
Soon, the footsteps grew louder and closer.
"Sounds like several people." Micky said.
"Shhh!" Mike said.
The footsteps came closer, and when their owners appeared in the intersection, the Monkees came out and grabbed them!
"Ahhh!" Screamed LuAnne, Virginetti, Sallenteti and Noramuna!
"AHHH!" The Monkees screamed back.
What are you girls doing here?" Mike demanded.
"Our orders were to stay with you, my Lord." LuAnne replied.
"And we were also curious about the passages too." Noramuna added.
"Let us stay with you, please?" Sallenteti put in.
"Very well." Micky said, "But no more of this 'My Lord' stuff. Where we come from, we don't bow down to people. We're Micky, Mike, Peter and Davy. Alright?"
"Yes, my Lord…er Micky." Sallenteti replied.
"Well, let's go." Davy told everyone. "There's a lot of exploring to do.”
So the eight of them followed the passages and discovered that they led to many areas: The dungeon, the kitchens, and even a passage to the outside. There was even a passage that led to the main dining hall, where the feast was to be held that night.
"We're going to eat there?" Micky asked Mike.
"Yeah, it looks like its going to be something else." Mike replied.
"Speaking of the feast," Virginitti said, "We have to get you four ready. We've borrowed clothes so that you four will look your best.
"Alright, let's go." Peter said reluctantly.
So when the coast was clear, the eight of them came out of the secret passage in the dining hall and went back to their chamber.

In another part of the palace. Snafu and Amun were talking.
"Why does the King hold those four strangers in such high regard, father?" Amun asked.
"All he would say is that they are special, but did not say in what way." Snafu replied, "It is odd, though."
"What is?"
"Well, the King said they were travelers, but other than their strange garb, they had no luggage, no servants or any means of transport." Snafu replied. "Very odd."
"Yes, it is." Amun replied, scratching his chin. "Well, I must get ready for the feast. The high priest of Isis must have the sacred vessels ready."
"Yes, my son." Snafu said, "This will be your first test since I gave the priesthood over to you. Do well."
"Yes, father." Amun said, a small smile on his face. "I will do well tonight."

Back in the Monkees' chambers, the guys were being dressed by their servant girls. First, they were helped into linen gowns, which were tied at the waist and came down to their ankles. Leather sandals were put on their feet and their hair was combed and oiled.
"Will you girls be at the feast too?" Micky asked.
"Yes, along with all the other servants." Noramuna replied, "There will be many people from all over Egypt here tonight."
"Other than the King announcing his engagement," Davy asked as Sallentetti put a gold bracelet on his wrist, "Will anything else be happening?"
"The priests from the temples will be giving their blessing to the couple." Sallentetti replied, "The most important one will be from the High Priest of Isis. He will pour a special drink mixed by Isis herself and give it to the King and Princess Abana."
The four Monkees looked at each other.
"A drink you say?" Mike asked LuAnne.
"Yes, it is to guarantee fertility for the couple." LuAnne replied, placing rings on his fingers.
"Do you have that bag I asked for, Noramuna?" Micky asked.
Noramuna handed Micky a small leather bag. Micky took the bag and placed his camera inside of it.
"May I ask what that is, Micky?" Noramuna asked.
"Ahhh...it's special magic." Micky said quickly. "Don't worry, it's harmless as long as you leave it alone."
When the girls were done, they brought over brass mirrors so the guys could see what they looked like.
"I look like a girl." Mike complained, taking in the long gowns he and the others were wearing.
"We'll call you Princess Gwen then." Micky smiled.
"Oh, I forgot the kohl around your eyes." LuAnne exclaimed.
"But..." Mike stammered.
"C'mon Mike." Peter laughed, "If we gotta wear it, so do you."
Finally, Mike was all made up like the others and as they were ready to leave, the Monkees turned to the girls.
"We need to ask a favor of you ladies." Davy asked.
"Yes, anything." Virginitti replied.
"Keep your eyes and ears open for anything strange going on." Davy continued, "With all that has happened, we can't take any chances."
"We will do that." Noramuna replied.
"If you see or hear anything funny, let us know." Mike added.
The girls promised they would and then led them over to the banquet hall.

Meanwhile, in the King's chamber, Tutenfruti was also getting ready for the feast. As his servants dressed him, his uncle Snafu was questioning him about the Monkees.
"You seem to have put a lot of faith in those travelers, nephew." He said, "Can you trust them?"
"Yes, Uncle Snafu, I can." Tutenfruti replied, then thought about all he had seen over the centuries while he was a mummy, "They showed me a vision and have told me about life outside of Egypt. It has made me more aware that I must do more for others."
"What do you mean, nephew?" Snafu asked.
"I mean that when this feast is over, I intend to make sweeping changes." Tutenfruti replied, turning to him. "I will decree laws that require all children, not just the rich ones, to go to school. I will give out surplus grain to the poor, and make everyone pay their fair share of taxes. Yes Uncle, things will be different once Abana and I are wed."
Snafu didn't know what to say. What prompted this change over the King?
A servant came over and placed the double crown of Egypt on the King's head. Another placed the Crook and Flail in his hands. The King thanked the servants, then stood up and walked over to the waiting litter to carry him to the banquet. When the King had climbed aboard, the servants picked the litter up and proceeded to the banquet hall. Snafu simply stood there, rubbing his chin, and wondered about what the King just said. No longer was this a spoiled young man, but a mature King.

The servant girls escorted the Monkees into the banquet hall. It was already quite filled with people sitting at the tables, drinking wine and eating grapes and figs. They all wore their best clothes, each one trying to outdo the others.
The musicians were playing in one corner, but could hardly be heard over the talking. Servants walked among the tables, filling up wine goblets.
"This way." LuAnne said, leading them over to the large table that sat above the others.
Several people glared at the Monkees, wondering why they were sitting there and not them. The guys ignored the looks and sat down. Other servants came over and began to fill their goblets.
"We have to go now." Sallentetti said, "But we'll be nearby."
"Ok, good luck." Davy said, and the girls left.
Micky fingered the camera in his bag. "I hope our idea works." He said nervously.
Suddenly, a gong rang and the hall became quiet. A man wearing a gown with purple piping on the sleeves looked over at the guests.
"All bow to Princess Abana!" He shouted, "Daughter of Amun-Ra!"
Everyone in the room, including the Monkees, stood up and bowed as Princess Abana was carried into the hall on a gold litter.
Tutenfruti’s younger sister looked to be about sixteen years old. She had on a linen robe with gold thread and had a gold diadem with jewels sitting on her head. A wide collar of gold was around her neck and she had on several bracelets and rings. The litter was gently set down and as she was helped out, she looked to be about Davy's height and there were gold sandals on her feet.
The Princess smiled and slowly walked over to the royal table. Only when she had sat down, did everyone else do so and began their conversations again. Abana looked over at the Monkees.
"Greetings." She said curiously, as a servant presented her with wine. "You are the travelers I have heard so much about."
"Yes, your highness." Peter replied, bowing his head. "And we are grateful for the hospitality your people have shown us."
Just then, Snafu came over to the table.
"Greetings, princess." He said with a bow, "You are the picture of beauty tonight."
"Thank you, Uncle Snafu." She replied. Snafu sat down as a servant came with a wine goblet. Abana's uncle then turned to the Monkees.
"How are you four enjoying the feast so far?" He asked.
"Oh very well." Davy replied, "Will the King be here soon?"
In answer, the gong sounded again and the man announced.
"All bow to King Tutenfruti!" He shouted, "Son of Amun-Ra, Protector of the Two Lands, and Lord of the Sun!"
Everyone except Abana stood and bowed as Tutenfruti was carried in on his gold litter. The King was also dressed in a splendid linen and gold gown with a red sash around his waist. He wore the double red and white crown of Egypt on his head and in his crossed hands he held the crook and flail, symbols of his power.
The litter was set down and Tutenfruti stepped out wearing gold sandals as well. He slowly walked over to the royal table and handed the crook and flail to a servant.
"I thank you all for coming here tonight." He announced loudly, "This is indeed a great occasion. Tonight I wish to announce my engagement to my sister Abana. With her, we will extend the royal line of pure blood of Amun-Ra."
The announcement wasn't a surprise, since it was expected that the King and Abana would marry. Still everyone was pleased at the announcement, and the hall erupted in applause. The King acknowledged the praise and then took a seat next to his sister.
When the King had taken his seat, that was the cue for the servants to start bringing the food. The Monkees' servant girls were among those bringing out platters of food, and soon everyone was feasting.
When a servant came over to pour wine in the King's cup, Tutenfruti stopped him.
"I only wish to drink water right now." He told the servant, "Bring me water instead."
"At once, great king." The servant replied and moved away.
"No wine, Nephew?" Snafu asked in surprise, "Is something wrong?"
"No, Uncle." The King replied, "I simply wish to have a clear head right now."
"You and Abana still have to drink from the cups of Isis tonight," Snafu reminded him, "If you want to guarantee your fertility."
"I'm aware of that Uncle." Tutenfruti replied, then looked around, "Speaking of Isis, where is cousin Amun, Isis' high priest? He should be here with us at table."
"I don't know." Snafu replied, looking around, "I suppose he is preparing the drinks you and Abana will drink from."
"Would you like me to go look for him, great King?" Peter asked.
"Yes, please do." Tutenfruti replied with a knowing smile, "He should be here with us."
Peter got up, bowed and left the table.

Meanwhile, Virginitti was in the kitchen helping the other servants prepare the gazelle meat when she noticed a man walking into a back room. Curious, she followed him, but the man had disappeared! Then she remembered the secret passages she and the others had explored earlier today and realized he must have used the secret entrance!
"So someone else knows about the passages too." She thought to herself.
"Girl, get over here and take this platter out to the King!" A kitchen worker yelled at her.
Virginitti grabbed the platter and went out to the dining hall. She set the platter down on the table just as Peter was walking away. Virginitti ran over to him.
"Peter, wait!" She called.
"What is it?" He asked her as she came over.
"Others know about the secret passages." She replied, "I saw a strange man walk into the room where one of the passages ends...and when I followed him, he had disappeared."
"I'm going to find out where Amun had gone." Peter replied, "The king has noticed he is missing. I wonder if the two things are related."
"Let's find out." The servant girl replied.
So Peter and Virginitti went back into the kitchen. Fortunately, everybody was so busy nobody took notice of them as they grabbed a small lamp and lit it. They went over to the room where the man had been and opened the secret panel. Quickly, they went inside and followed the passage.
"I know this way leads to your rooms, so let's go this way." Virginitti said, pointing to the right, so they went along another passage until suddenly, they heard voices.
Very carefully, they walked over to the part of the wall where the voices were the loudest.

Meanwhile, in the dining hall, Micky looked at Mike and Davy and then at Tutenfruti. They nodded to him, so Micky casually took his camera out of the bag and placed it on the table. Snafu noticed it immediately.
"What is that?" He asked.
"This? This is the home of my God Kodak." Micky smiled at the King's Uncle. "I take him everywhere with me."
"Quite a small God. What is he the God of?" Snafu asked.
"He is the God of truth." Micky said dramatically, "He can tell if you are lying." Micky picked it up and held it in front of him. "If he thinks you are lying, he sends out a light that snatches your soul to the underworld."
Snafu looked distinctly uncomfortable at that remark. He sat back in his chair. Mike and Davy were careful not to let Snafu see their smiles. Micky put the camera back onto the table, making sure it was pointed at Snafu.
"So tell me, Uncle." Tutenfruti said casually, "Do you know anything about the attempts on the lives of these men?"
"No, not at all." Snafu replied at once.
Micky picked up the camera and pushed a button to charge the flash to get it ready in case he needed it. The camera made a small whining sound that Snafu could hear.
"What about the boating accident we had this afternoon?" Micky asked next, putting the camera back down, "When Amun knocked Peter into the Nile and he was almost Crocodile food?"
"Amun never told me about that." Snafu said looking puzzled, "How did that happen?"
"Amun said he accidentally turned the rudder too hard and pitched the boat to the side." Davy replied, "He mentioned that he hadn't sailed a boat in a long time."
Snafu looked really surprised at that remark. Forgetting his fear of the 'God' on the table, he leaned forward.
"That is not true." He said, "Amun and I went for a boat ride a few suns before you four arrived here. Besides, I know he is an excellent boater, as a boy he used to spend his spare time out on the Nile."
The three Monkees and the King looked at each other.
"Yes, I do remember that." Tutenfruti said slowly, "Why would he lie?"
Just then, the head steward came over to the table and bowed.
"The priests would like to know if you would like to begin the blessings, great King."
Tutenfruti just looked down at the table.
"Brother?" Abana asked, laying a hand on his arm.
The King looked up. "Yes, tell the priests that they may begin their blessings."

Peter and Virginitti crept up to the section of wall where there was a crack of light shining through to the passage. Kneeling down and looking through the crack, the two could see several men in long yellow robes holding torches and incense. They were standing in a semi-circle around an altar. Another man, with his back to Peter and Virginitti, was standing at the altar pouring liquids into two gold vessels.
"What is this place?" Peter whispered to Virginitti.
"This is the Palace's shrine to Isis." The servant girl whispered back, "They must be getting ready to perform a blessing on the King and Princess."
"Oh Great Isis!" The man at the altar prayed, "May this drink I have made from the fruit of your sacred trees also bring fruitfulness to Tutenfruti and Abana. May they be blessed with many more sons and daughters to continue the reign of Amun-Ra on Earth."
The man turned and lifted the vessels up into the air. Peter and Virginitti could now see that the man was Amun.
"That's Amun Ray-Ban!" Peter whispered to Virginitti.
"Yes, he's now high priest for Isis." She whispered back, "He took it over from his father two moons ago."
"Praise to Isis!" The men chanted, "Praise to Isis!"
Amun lowered the vessels then walked over to a side table. The men around him followed. Peter was able to get a good look at one man and realized it was one of the boatmen on Amun's barge this afternoon.
"Now that the formalities are out of the way." Amun told the men around him, "There is one more thing I'd like to add to Isis' drink."
A man came over and handed a pouch to Amun. He took it and looked at it with an evil smile.
"Ah yes, the powder from the Nightshade plant." Amun chuckled, "Which is grown in my father's garden." He looked at the man. "No one saw you take this?"
"No, my Lord." The man replied.
"Good." Amun replied, opening up the pouch, "This is a slow acting poison. Just a little bit of this poured into the King's drink and he will go to sleep tonight and not wake up."
"Which vessel will you pour it into, my Lord?" Another man asked.
"I'll pour it into this vessel with the flower petals." Amun replied, doing the deed. "This other one with the vine design which Abana will drink from I will leave alone. When Tutenfruti is dead, I will marry Abana and the pure bloodline of Amun-Ra will go through my children!"
"So he's the one!" Peter said in a terrified whisper. "Not Snafu!"
"What do you mean?" Virginitti asked, just as terrified.
"My friends and I came to Egypt to prevent the King from being murdered." Peter replied, "We thought it was Snafu but it was his son the whole time!"
Amun was speaking again. "I must make sure there is some of this powder around the vessel." He said, "That way when the poison is discovered, my father will be blamed and executed!" He sprinkled some powder into the decorations around the King's vessel, and then placed the two vessels on a tray.
"It is time for us to go." Amun announced.
"We gotta go back and warn the King!" Peter said, but when he stood up, his foot got caught on his long gown and he lost his balance. Peter fell against the fake wall, and it swung open, depositing him onto the floor of the other room! Amun and his men looked at him in shock.
"So, you've been spying on us, eh?" Amun shouted, "Seize him!"
The other men went to grab Peter, when one of them spotted Virginitti through the still open door.
"Hey you, come here!" He demanded.
"Run, Virginitti!" Peter shouted. "Tell the King!"
The servant girl picked up her skirt and ran back through the passageway.
"After her!" Amun shouted at two of his men, "Don't let her reach the King!" The men obeyed and went through the door and down the passageway after the girl. Amun turned and looked at Peter, now being held by the other men.
"You interfering snake." He growled, "You think you are so smart."
"No, actually I've been called a dummy several times." Peter replied.
"Shut up." Amun snapped, "I will not let you or your friends stop me now, now that I am so close to being King of Egypt."
"Shall we kill him now, my Lord?" A man asked.
"No. I don't want his blood defiling this shrine. Two of you bind him and take him to our sanctuary. I'll deal with him later. You others, come with me...the King need his blessing."

Back at the dining hall, another priest had just concluded his rites and stepped away. Mike, Micky and Davy looked around them. There was no sign of Peter anywhere.
"Where's Peter?" Micky whispered to Mike and Davy.
"I don't know, but I'm worried." Mike replied, and Davy nodded his head.
Just then, Amun, high priest of Isis, walked into the dining hall. He was resplendent in his yellow robe and headdress. Following him were two men in yellow robes as well. One carried two gold drinking vessels on a tray and the other held a smoking bowl of incense. The trio stopped in front of the royal table and bowed.
"Great King Tutenfruti, Lord of the Sun," Amun said solemnly, "I come before you on behalf of the Goddess Isis to bless you and Princess Abana, that your sacred union will be fruitful and multiply."
"High Priest of Isis," Tutenfruti replied, "We are honored that the Goddess wishes to bless us. You may proceed."

Virginitti raced through the underground corridors, with Amun's men not far behind. Unfortunately, she wasn't too familiar with the corridors and in her fear of being captured, she ended up taking a wrong turn. When she finally came out of the passages, she found that she was in the wrong part of the palace!

Hearing footsteps behind her, Virginitti knocked a chair over near the passage entrance and raced off. The two men behind her came through the entrance and promptly tripped over the chair. Cursing, they got to their feet and ran after her.
Finally reaching the dining hall, the servant girl went inside to see Amun starting the ceremony. She tried to get over to the royal table, but was blocked by the palace guards.
"On your way, slave!" A guard growled.
"I must speak to the king!" Virginitti cried.
"Why would he want to talk to you?" Another sneered. "Now get out of here!" The guards began to pull her away.
Micky heard the commotion and looked over.
"Let her through!" Micky told the palace guards as he walked over.
Just then, Amun's men came over her.
"Gotcha, little girl." One of them said, "We'll take care of her." He told the palace guards.
"Micky!" Virginitti cried, "The vessel with the petals is poison, but the vessel with the vine has the brew that is true!"
"The vessel with the petals..." Micky began.
"Go, don't worry about me!" She said, as Amun's men dragged her away.
Micky raced over to the royal table again. Amun was taking the two vessels off of the gold tray and handing them to Tutenfruti and Abana...
"Your Majesties!" Micky said as he ran over, "Don't drink that!"
"Why not?" Tutenfruti asked, holding the cup.
"The vessel with the vine has wine, I mean...the vessel with petals is made of metal...I mean..." Micky stuttered, trying to remember what Virginitti just said.
"Drink your sacred drink, sire." Amun demanded, "Isis cannot wait."
"But I can, high priest." Tutenfruti replied, and then turned to Micky, "What are you trying to say, Micky?"
"The vessel with the vine...um..."
"Maybe its the vessel with the wine has petals?" Peter interrupted.
"Or is it the vessel with the vine is fine?" Mike added.

Near the door of the hall, Virginitti was being dragged away by Amun's men.
"Let me go, you cretins!" She shouted.
Suddenly, the two men were attacked by Sallentetti, Noramuna and LuAnne! They slammed their serving trays on the mens' heads and kicked their shins. Howling, Amun's men let go of Virginitti and she ran back to the royal table.
Once again though, the royal guards tried to stop her, but she dove through their legs and over to the table next to Micky.
"The vessel with the petals is poison, but the vessel with the vine has the brew that is true!" She whispered to him.
"That's it!" Micky exclaimed, "The vessel with the petals is poison, but the vessel with the wine has the brew that is true!"
A guard tried to grab Virginitti, but Micky told him to leave her alone.
Tutenfruti and Abana looked at their cups and saw that Tutenfruti had a flower petal design on his, while Abana had a vine design.
"How dare you insult the Goddess Isis?" Amun shouted at Micky, then looked at the King, "Drink, or risk not having children!"
Sallentetti, Noramuna and LuAnne were trying to go over to the royal table, but were held back by the guards.
"It's true, your majesty!" Virginitti said, "Peter and I saw Amun put poison from the nightshade plant in your drink!"
"Are you going to listen to a mere slave girl?" Amun sneered, "Or your cousin, high priest of Isis?"
"If that drink is so safe," Mike said to Amun, "Why don't YOU have some first?"
"Me?" Amun asked, "I am not worthy. This drink is for the Son of Amun-Ra alone.
"No, no." Tutenfruti put in, standing up. "I think that is a very good idea, Amun. Have some of this drink." He held it out to his cousin.
Amun took a step back, clearly getting nervous.
"I cannot, sire." He stammered, "It is a sacred drink."
"I am the King!" Tutenfruti shouted, "The son of Amun-Ra, God upon Earth! I order you to drink this!"
The hall was silent as they watched what Amun would do next...
Swallowing hard, Amun took the vessel from the King. He brought it to his mouth...then threw the cup onto the linen tablecloth covering the royal table! The poisoned wine soaked the linen cloth. Before anyone could react, Amun grabbed the torch from his servant and threw it onto the tablecloth as well. Instantly, the cloth caught fire, erupting into a wall of flames!
Everyone at the table jumped back, Micky pulled Virginitti out of the way. The King was on his feet in an instant.
"Guards! Seize him!" He shouted.
The guards moved away from the servant girls and went after the High Priest. But Amun was already on the move. He ran towards the wall. Turning, he pulled what looked like small rocks out of his pocket and threw them at the guards' feet. The stones hit the floor and erupted into thick smoke. When the smoke had cleared, Amun was gone.
"It's magic!" Abana exclaimed.
"No, your highness," Mike explained, "He went through a secret passage in the wall."
"Go to Isis' shrine!" Tutenfruti yelled at the guards, "He'll probably go there!"
The guards scrambled to obey. Meanwhile, the two men who had been chasing Virginitti grabbed the girls.
"You're going to pay for ruining the High Priest's plans!" One of them shouted, pulling out a dagger.
Before either man could act though, Micky, Mike and Davy were on them. They charged the two men and knocked them down. Mike grabbed the man who had been holding LuAnne.
"That's no way to treat a lady!" He shouted, then punched him in the face. The man's head hit the marble floor and he was out for the count.
Davy and Micky also punched the other man, and soon he too was out like a light. Davy went over to Sallentetti.
"Are you ok, luv?" He asked.
"I'm fine, thanks to you." She smiled.
Micky looked at Noramuna.
"Are you alright?" He asked.
"Yes, thank you." Noramuna said, giving Micky a kiss on the cheek.
"You're the first person to do that for me." LuAnne told Mike.
"It was nothing." Mike replied, "But where's Peter?"
Virginitti came over to them. "He's been taken prisoner by Amun's men." She replied. "They caught us spying and they grabbed him."
"Oh no." Micky breathed.
The guards came back and informed Tutenfruti that Amun was not at the shrine.
"I will not be safe until he is captured." The King said.
"He also has Peter." Davy told him.
"Then we must double our search for him." Tutenfruti replied.
The three Monkees suddenly spotted Amun's remaining two men trying to sneak away. They ran over and grabbed them, pulling them over to the King.
"These two might know, your Majesty." Mike said.
"Mercy, sire!" They yelled, "Have mercy!"
"I'll spare your lives if you tell me where Amun could've gone." The King told them.
"We do not know, it is the truth!" They shouted.
"Well then, I'll just ask my God Kodak to take your souls to the underworld." Micky said, holding his camera up in front of them.
"NO, please!" They begged, falling to their knees. "If he is not at the shrine, then he might be taking sanctuary at the Temple of Isis herself!"
"Then that is where we will go." The king announced.
"You must stay here, Sire." Snafu put in, "It will be too dangerous for you."
"And have it be known I was afraid of my cousin?" Tutenfruti replied, "No, I must go and take care of Amun and save Peter." He looked at the Amun's men. "Now what shall I do with you two?" He asked.
"I recognize these guys." Davy said, pointing at the two men, "They were rowing the boat for us this afternoon."
"Then they can continue to row, chained to an oar on my royal barge for the rest of their lives." Tutenfruti replied, motioning for the guards to take them away.
Snafu walked away and ordered the servants to get chariots ready for the trip to the temple. The other guests in the hall simply sat and watched in amazement as the King kissed Abana and then led the way out of the hall.

As everyone went to the chariots, the three Monkees noticed that Noramuna, Sallentetti, LuAnne and Virginitti were following them.
"Why are you ladies following us?" Mike asked, coming to a stop.
"Our orders are to be with you wherever you go." LuAnne replied.
"It might be dangerous where we're going." Micky replied, shaking his head. "Stay here where it is safe."
"Let us come, please?" Virginitti asked, "I feel so terrible leaving Peter behind, even though he told me to."
"We will not get in the way." Sallentetti added, taking Davy's hand.
"Yes, you can come." Davy replied.
Smiling, the four servant girls thanked them, promising they would not interfere.
"Never tell a woman yes, Davy." Mike whispered to him, not happy about the situation.
When they got outside, Snafu was already there with several chariots and their drivers waiting. He had also shed his robe and was having a servant clothe him in his armor.
"You are coming too, Uncle?" Tutenfruti asked.
"Yes, though it pains me, I must see my son's treachery for myself." Snafu replied, putting his sword in his belt.
A servant also came over to the King and took his crown, while handing him a sword and shield too. Micky, Mike and Davy were also given weapons, though they weren't too happy about holding them. Micky had put his camera back in its bag.
"Let us go." The King commanded, "The temple is on the far side of this city. It will take time to get there."
With a wave of his arm, everyone got onto the chariots and sped off to the Temple of Isis.

Peter had been bound and gagged with linen strips torn from his gown and hustled through the secret palace passages. From there, he had been taken over to the Temple of Isis, where he now sat, still bound and gagged, on the floor. He hoped Virginitti had gotten through to the King.
The two men guarding Peter waited anxiously for news of what had happened.
"Do you think Rockne and Hapfe got to that slave girl in time, Enron?" One of the men asked the other.
"I'm sure they did, Tachem." The other man replied confidently, "The King isn't about to listen to a slave."
"Too bad we missed the King drinking the potion." Tachem replied.
"You didn't." Amun replied, coming into the temple looking very angry, "The slave girl made it to over those blasted strangers, and one of them suggested that I drink from Tutenfruti's cup. And of course the King took his advice and tried to make me drink it!"
Amun walked over to Peter and roughly pulled the gag from his mouth.
"What is so special about you strangers? Why does the King hold you four in such high regard?" Amun demanded.
"We're from the future." Peter replied nervously, "The King was under a curse and we agreed to help him find out who killed him."
"The future?" Amun asked.
"Yes, that's how we met Tutenfruti, walking around wrapped in bandages."
"So my curse had worked." Amun said slowly, "The curse that he should wander the Earth forever if his body is removed from his tomb."
"Yes, you are an evil man for doing that to your cousin." Peter replied.
"Well then," Amun replied, giving Peter an evil smile, "Since I my plans are in ruins thanks to you, I think it fitting that you should have his fate instead." He turned to his men.
"Mummify him." He said, pointing to Peter.

Tutenfruti led the chariots to the far side of Memphis. Most of the Temples to Egypt's many Gods were built in that area, thus there were few people out on the streets. The King stopped the group some distance away, so that no one would be alerted to their presence.
"Have your men surround the temple," The king told the head of the guards, "But stay to the shadows as much as possible."
"It will be done, great King." The man said with a bow. He went off to give the orders.
That left only Tutenfruti, Snafu, Mike, Micky, Davy and the servant girls. The King turned to the other men.
"There shouldn't be many people in the temple at this hour." He said, "Just some acolytes and the doorman. Are you ready to confront Amun?" He hefted his sword.
"We can't just barge in there, your majesty." Mike replied, "Amun could kill Peter."
"What do you suggest?" Snafu asked.
"Well, what we have in mind will require the help of these ladies." Micky replied, indicating the servant girls.
"We are willing to help you in any way." LuAnne replied.
So, the three Monkees told the others their plan. Snafu thought it was an excellent idea, and made a suggestion too. Satisfied, everyone got into position.

Meanwhile, down in the bowels of the temple, Peter was being wrapped up like a mummy by Amun's two henchmen. They had stripped him of his gown and had started by wrapping his feet. Now they were winding the linen strips around his crossed arms.
"I'm really sorry I don't have the time to remove your organs and place them in jars." Amun told the struggling Peter, "But this will have to do."
"You won't get away with this." Peter told him.
"Ironic, isn't it?" Amun continued, "You are going to share the fate of the man you saved. Except you will die of hunger and thirst, sealed away for eternity under the floor of this room." He indicated an opening in the floor, where a slab had been slid away.
Amun's men were beginning to wrap Peter's head.

Upstairs, LuAnne, Sallentetti and Noramuna walked over to the front gate of the palace. Virginitti stayed behind in case she was recognized. LuAnne knocked on the door, and it was opened by an elderly gatekeeper.
"What do you want?" He asked gruffly, "The hour is late."
"Sir, we are barren. We wish the high priest to offer sacrifice to Isis for us that we might have children." Sallentetti said, head bowed.
"The priest can do that for you in the morning." He replied, starting to shut the door.
"I had a vision from Amun-Ra." Noramuna said quickly, "He said to offer tonight while the moon is full." She held out her hand to show him several gold coins.
The gatekeeper opened the door wider and held out his hand. "Then enter in peace." He smiled.
Noramuna placed the coins in his hand and the girls walked inside...then forced the door open so Tutenfruti, Virginitti and the three Monkees could run in.
"What is going on?" He demanded, then stopped when he saw the King.
"Be silent, old one." Tutenfruti told him, "There will be double the amount of coins you have if you summon the high priest up here to do a sacrifice."
"Of course, sire." The man smiled and scurried away.

Peter's faint moans were heard as Amun and his men slid the stone slab back into place. When they were done, he turned to his men.
"I assume you grabbed as much gold as you can from the temple treasury?" He asked.
"Yes, my Lord." Tachem replied, "And there are horses ready near the secret entrance."
"Very good, so let's..." Amun was interrupted by the gatekeeper coming down the steps.
"What do you want?" Amun demanded.
"Three women are here asking that you perform a fertility sacrifice, my Lord." He replied.
"Tell them to come back tomorrow." Amun said.
"They will pay well." The gatekeeper replied.
"My Lord, we must go." Enron told him, "They will be looking for us."
"I think I will need the extra gold." Amun smiled, "Wait for me by the secret tunnel."
Amun followed the gatekeeper back up into the temple area. Standing there were the three women, their heads veiled.
"Thank you for seeing us, Lord Amun." One of the women replied.
"Yes, what is it you want me to do?" Amun asked.
"We want you to surrender and tell us where Peter is." Tutenfruti's voice rang out.
Amun turned to find himself facing the King and the three Monkees. Pulling a knife from his belt, Amun grabbed LuAnne.
"Your Peter is already dead!" He shouted, "Now let me pass or she dies!"
The four men parted and Amun dragged LuAnne down into the room he was in before...to be confronted by Snafu and the rest of the palace guards. Amun's men were being held by the guards.
"Father! How did you get down here?"
"Did you forget I was the high priest before you, Amun?" He asked, "I also know about these passages."
"Give it up, Amun." Tutenfruti told him, coming into the room, followed by the three Monkees and Virginitti. "It is over."
"Never!" Amun screamed, holding the knife next to LuAnne's stomach, "Let me through or I'll..."
Micky held up his camera and pushed the button. The flash went off, temporarily blinding Amun. He screamed, putting his hands up to his face. LuAnne kicked him in the shins and he went down.
As the guards grabbed Amun, Mike took LuAnne into his arms.

"Are you alright?" He asked.
"Yes, Mike." She smiled.
"Now where's Peter?" Davy demanded, walking over to Amun.
"I'll tell you if you promise to let me go." Amun replied, blinking the spots from his eyes.
"I promise to blind you permanently if you don't." Micky replied, holding his camera up to Amun's face.
"No, please!" Amun begged, "He is under the floor, I had him buried there." He pointed to the stone slab.
"Quickly, get over here and move the slab." Tutenfruti ordered his guards.
The three Monkees, Tutenfruti and the guards quickly had the slab removed to reveal a body wrapped up in linen. Micky, Mike and Davy jumped into the hole. Mike then unwrapped the head a little to see Peter's terrified eyes staring back at him.
"It's ok, Peter. You're safe." Mike told him. Quickly he and the other two lifted Peter up out of the hole and to safety.
Peter was gently set down on the floor and Mike held Peter's shoulders while unwrapping the linen away from his face.
Free of the face wrappings, Peter gasped for breath. The tight linen strips and being buried under the floor had made it hard for him to breath. Peter had been only minutes away from suffocating.
"You're going to be ok, Peter." Micky told him.
"You were almost a Monkee mummy there, mate." Davy added, then looked up to glare at Amun.
"You fiend, how could you do something like this?" He demanded.
"Yes Amun, why?" Tutenfruti asked, "You had all this power, but it wasn't enough, was it? You wanted to be King too."
"Yes, because you have always been weak." Amun snapped, "Egypt needs to be ruled by an iron fist if it is to survive."
"While I was cursed, being shipped around the earth as an object of curiosity, I got a chance to see how people suffered thanks to people with the same view as you." Tutenfruti replied, "Now, thanks to these men," The King indicated the Monkees, still unwrapping Peter, "I had the chance to come back and make a new life, not only for myself, but for Egypt as well."
"Get it over with, execute me." Amun said in reply.
"No, Amun." The King replied, looking thoughtful, "If I hadn't already spent the future as a walking corpse, I would have done so, but now things are different."
"What do you mean?" Amun asked, getting nervous.
"I mean, I now realize that there are things worse than death." Tutenfruti replied, "Therefore, you will spend the rest of your life with your fellow conspirators, chained to an oar on my royal barge. You will now see the Egypt you wanted to rule only through the oar openings."
Amun looked shocked, "But I'm the high priest of Isis!"
"Not anymore." Snafu replied, "If the King permits it, I will take over the priesthood again.
"Of course, Uncle." Tutenfruti smiled, then turned to his guards, "Take the former high priest to my barge." He said.
The guards dragged Amun and the other two men away.
On the floor, Peter was getting his breath back.
"Thanks guys." Peter said, "I thought I was a goner."
"Thank the girls too." Micky said, unwrapping Peter's feet, "They were a big help."
"Yes, they were." Tutenfruti agreed, "Therefore, I give the four of you your freedom. Instead of servants you will be ladies of the court, with your own servants."
"Thank you, your majesty." Sallentetti replied, a big smile on her face.
"Nephew, what did you mean by spending the centuries as a walking corpse?" Snafu asked.
"Amun not only poisoned me, but put a curse on me as well." Tutenfruti replied, "If I was removed from my tomb, I would rise and walk the earth for eternity."
"But thanks to Peter." Davy added, "We visited the King in a museum and found the spell book of Isis. The King asked us to return with him here."
"So you're from the future?' Snafu asked in disbelief.
"Yes, about three thousand years and half a world away." Peter replied, then looked down at Micky and Davy, still trying to undo the wrappings around his ankles.
"Come on guys, I want to get out of here." Peter complained to them.
Davy and Micky looked Peter, then at each other, smiled, then started to tickle Peter's bare feet.
"HA HA, Ok, I'm sorry!" Peter laughed, "Hee hee!"
Mike finally grabbed a sword and cut the remaining linen off his friend. Then, after helping Peter up, they walked arm in arm with Sallentetti, LuAnne, Noramuna and Virginitti.
Once outside, Tutenfruti turned to his uncle.
"I owe you a thousand apologies, Uncle." He said, shaking his head.
"Why, sire?"
"I had originally thought you were the one who had poisoned me, and it turned out to be Amun."
"Yes, I would've been the logical culprit." Snafu smiled, "But I forgive you."
The king and his Uncle hugged each other.

Several days later, Tutenfruti and Abana were married in an elegant ceremony presided over by Snafu. The Monkees and the former servant girls were given seats of honor at the ceremony and banquet later that night.
The next day, the royal couple went for a honeymoon cruise on their royal barge, powered in part by Amun and his six henchmen.

After they returned, Tutenfruti went to work on his kingdom. He lowered taxes, made peace treaties with other nations and instituted programs to take care of the poor. The Monkees were made his royal advisors (among many other honors) and they helped the King with his duties.
However, however much they loved Egypt, the Monkees longed for home. This was complicated by the fact that the guys were falling in love with Virginitti, LuAnne, Sallentetti and Noramuna. The girls were also falling in love with the Monkees too.
The eight of them sat down one day and discussed their feelings. After the guys told the girls that they missed home, LuAnne spoke up.
"Why can't we come home with you four?" LuAnne told them.
"Come home with us?" Mike asked, "But what about your lives here?"
"Yeah, don't you ladies have families?' Davy added.
The girls shook their heads.
"We lost all we had when our village was raided during a civil war when we were children." Noramuna replied, "There is nothing here, really, for us."
"But our country is very, very different than what you are used to." Peter said, "We know have things you could only dream about."
"Yes, you told us about cars and electricity." Virginitti replied, "But we would be with you." She smiled shyly.
After a long silence, Mike spoke.
"Let's go see Snafu." He said. "He would have the book of spells needed to bring us back."
Snafu indeed had the scroll, and he unrolled it to the part where the time travel spell was written.
"It is here." He said, pointing to the hieroglyphics, "I would hope you would stay though."
"We would too." Mike said, "But we have to go back home."
So everyone went to see the King, who reluctantly gave his permission.
"There is so much more to do." Tutenfruti told them, "I need people like you to help me."
"You're doing a great job already, your majesty." Peter replied, "You don't need us anymore."
"Besides, we've already changed history." Micky added, "We don't want to take the chance of really messing things up."
"I will change history for the better." Tutenfruti replied, "You may go back with my blessing."

So in the following days, the Monkees had their tailors make suitable clothing for the four girls. Then, they spent the time telling the girls as much as they could about the new life they would have.
Micky had found another roll of film in his pocket and took more pictures of ancient Egypt.
Finally, everything was in readiness and the eight of them, plus the King and Queen Abana, gathered in the temple of Isis. They were all wearing 20th century clothing.
"Farewell, my friends." Tutenfruti said, "I will miss you."
"And I will miss you too." Abana added.
"Thank you, your majesties." Peter replied, "We will miss you too."
Hugs and handshakes were exchanged and the eight people gathered together. Snafu said his farewells, and began to read from the scroll.
Suddenly, there was a huge gust of wind and all went dark...
When the lights returned, the eight of them were standing once again inside the King's tomb in the museum.
"We're back." Mike whispered.
Peter walked over to the sarcophagus of Tutenfruti and read the sign.
"Here lies King Tutenfruti." He read quietly, "He and the Queen Abana reigned for many years in a time of peace and prosperity in Egypt."
Inside the sarcophagus was Tutenfruti, dead this time, his soul in the field of reeds. There appeared to be a smile on his face.
"Rest in peace, great King." Peter said, as everyone bowed their heads.


THE END