By: Larrysgirl and Mickys411 Rated G

"Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle all the way!" The Monkees sang, "Oh what fun it is to ride in a one-horse open sleigh, eh!"
"But we're not in a sleigh, we're in the Monkeemobile." Peter said.
"Just pretend, Peter." Davy replied.
"Yeah, if we were in a one-horse open sleigh, we'd never get to my family's cabin in time for Christmas." Micky added.
"Christmas in the mountains." Mike mused, "It sounds nice."
As they traveled further and further up the mountains, the weather became cloudier and soon the sun was hidden behind dark clouds.
"Looks like a storm coming in." Micky said quietly, "But we should get to the cabin before it hits."
Just then, it began to snow.
"You were saying, Micky?" Mike asked.
Micky just sighed and the other two Monkees became quiet as the snow started to fall harder and harder. Mike had to slow down so that he wouldn't slide off the road.
"How much further, Micky?" Mike asked.
"Not far." Micky replied, "Once we get off this main road it's only a mile or so."
"Good, this snow is really coming down now." Peter said.
Suddenly, coming the other way, a truck lost control and began to slide toward the Monkees! Mike swerved to avoid the collision...but ended up putting the Monkeemobile into a ditch!
"Is everyone alright?" Mike asked quickly.
The other three Monkees replied that they were fine. Mike tried to drive the Monkeemobile back onto the road, but the ditch was much too deep.
"Oh this is great!" Davy snapped.
"Let's get out and see if we can push the car out." Mike told the others.
So the Monkees climbed out, but could see that the car was jammed between two rocks and unable to move.
"Now what?" Mike asked.
"Hey, there's a store just down the road there." Micky replied, pointing to a small building a short distance away. "I'll go call my Mom and see if she can help us out."
"We'll stay in the car." Peter said, shivering.
Micky climbed out of the ditch and walked over to the store. Fortunately, the store had a payphone and Micky was able to call his Mom.
"Hello?" Said a female voice.
"Hi Mom, it's Micky." He replied, "Me and the guys need your help."
"What happened?" Micky's Mom asked, getting concerned.
"We're ok, but our car landed in a ditch about a quarter mile south from the general store near exit 37." Micky replied. "Can you give us a lift?"
"I'll ask Uncle Charlie to get you." His Mom replied, "He has a jeep that can go in this weather."
"Thanks, Mom. We'll be waiting at the car."
"Bye hun." Micky's mom replied, and then hung up the phone.
Micky hung up on his end and went back to tell the guys that help was on its way.
Micky came back over to the Monkeemobile to find it nearly covered in snow! While he had gone to the store, a snowplow had gone by and pushed a load of snow onto the Monkeemobile!
Frantically, Micky jumped into the ditch and made his way over to the car. He could hear his three friends pounding inside.
"Mike, Peter, Davy! Can you hear me?" Micky yelled.
"We can hear you!" Mike yelled back, "Get us out of here!"
Micky pushed the snow away from the driver's side door and with him pulling and Mike pushing; they were able to open the car door. Mike climbed out and helped Davy and Peter out as well.
"You guys ok?" Micky asked.
"We're fine, but it's a good thing you came back quickly." Davy replied.
"Did you get your Mom?" Peter asked.
"Yeah, my uncle is on his way. He has a jeep." Micky answered.
The Monkees climbed back onto the road and waited for Micky's uncle to arrive. After what seemed like a long time, the guys finally spotted a jeep driving toward them in the snow.
"Is that your Uncle's jeep?" asked Mike.
Micky squinted his eye to get a closer look at the van.
"No, his jeep is red, and it looks like a green one," he said.
And sure when the jeep drove by, it was indeed a green jeep.
"I sure hope your uncle gets here soon Micky, I'm starting to get cold," said Davy with chattering teeth.
"Me too," said Peter, who was shivering.

Finally, a red vehicle came slowly down the road. The driver flashed its lights to let the Monkees know they had been spotted.
"Here he comes!" Micky shouted.
The red jeep slid to a stop near the guys. The driver's side window slid down to reveal an older man with glasses.
"You boys ok?" He asked.
"We're fine, Uncle Bob." Micky smiled. "Just cold."
"We gotta get going, the storm looks like its getting worse." Micky's uncle replied.
"Wait, we gotta get our presents!" Peter exclaimed.
"Peter, we don't have time!" Mike shouted back, but Peter was already running over to the car. He jumped back into the ditch and tried to open the door, but it was frozen shut. He was quickly joined by his three friends.
"Come on, Peter." Davy said, "We'll have to get them later."
"Yeah, we gotta get out of this storm." Micky added.
So Peter reluctantly followed his band mates back up to Bob's car. They climbed inside and Bob turned the jeep around and headed back to Micky's Mom's cabin.
As Uncle Bob drove to the cabin the guys looked out the windows of the truck to see it was beginning to storm.
"Gee the flakes sure look pretty," said Peter.
"It won't be so pretty though once it starts to really storm," said Mike.
"How far are we from the cabin?" Davy asked.
"No too far, just around the corner," said Uncle Bob.
And sure enough, they arrived within moments.
"You boys can make yourselves at home, I'll see what I can do about your car," said Bob.
"Thanks for the lift, Uncle Bob." said Micky as he and the other Monkees got out of the jeep.
The guys waved good-bye as the jeep drove back to town.
"Well, since we're here we might as well settle in," said Mike.
Micky took the keys out of his pocket and unlocked the door.
As Micky unlocked the door, it suddenly swung open to reveal a middle-aged woman. Seeing Micky and the other Monkees, she broke into a big smile.
"Hi Micky!" She said.
"Oh hi Mom!" Micky replied, giving his Mom a big hug. "I didn't know if you had heard us coming in, so I was going to let ourselves in."
"Yes, we've been waiting for you." Micky's Mom said as she gave the other Monkees hugs as well. "I'm so glad you boys are safe." She looked around. "Where's your Uncle?"
"He went back into town to see if he could get the Monkeemobile out of the ditch." Micky replied.
"Oh, he's going to get himself killed on of these days." Micky's Mom muttered, shaking her head.
"I hope he can at least get our presents out of the car." Peter stated.
"Don't worry about that, Peter." Micky's Mom said, "You boys are here safe, that's what's important."
Everyone walked into the living room, where Micky's sisters were waiting, along with another woman, Micky's Aunt Dolly.
"Hi squirts, hi Aunt Dolly!" Micky said as they entered.
Micky and the Monkees were enveloped in hugs and there was a joyful noise of voices and laughter as everyone was talking. Micky's sisters took Davy and Mike to see the tree, while Micky and Peter sat down in the couch and helped themselves to cookies.
Not long afterwards, Bob came back. He was covered in snow.
"Are you ok, Bob?" His wife asked.
"Yeah, but I had to turn back." He said, taking off his hat. "It's snowing too bad."
"At least we're all here safe." Micky's Mom said, "Supper's almost ready too."
Just then, there was a huge gust of wind and the electricity went out.
"What was that?" asked Davy.
"Yeah, who turned on the dark?" asked Peter.
"The wind must had knock out the power lines," said Aunt Dolly.
Just then, there were some dim lights as Micky's Mom lit some candles.
"It's good thing I bought extra candles with us," she said.
"Is everyone ok?" Micky asked.
Everyone answered that they were fine.
"Let me try the phone," said Mike. He pressed a few buttons, but nothing happened.
"No good, we lost all forms of electricity," said Uncle Bob.
"In that case, we better eat now." Micky's Mom told everyone, "Because the food will start to get cold."
"The table's all set, Auntie." A young girl about sixteen years old with dark brown hair said to Micky's Mom as she came out of the kitchen.
"Is that you, Cousin LuAnne?" Micky asked with a southern drawl. "You've sure grown."
"Yeah, it's me, cousin Micky." LuAnne replied the same way, walking over and giving Micky a hug. "I've been busy in the kitchen and didn't get a chance to say hi..." She paused as she looked over Micky's shoulder and spotted Mike.
"Who's your friend?" She whispered in Micky's ear.
"That's Mike." Micky whispered back.
"Does he have a girlfriend?" LuAnne whispered to Micky again, her eyes locked on Mike. Mike noticed LuAnne's stare and smiled at her.
Micky started to giggle. "No, he doesn't." He said in a half-whisper.
"What are you two whispering about?" LuAnne's Mom asked.
"Nothing, Mom." LuAnne giggled.
"Come on, supper's getting cold." Micky's Mom said.
So everyone went into the kitchen where Bob had lit more candles.
"Candlelight dinner." Davy smiled.
"Not by choice." Peter replied.
"I think it's romantic." LuAnne said, which caused Micky to start giggling again.
Micky's Mom rolled her eyes and walked over to the stove. Everyone sat down and Micky fixed it so Mike would be sitting next to LuAnne. Dolly brought out the ham and Micky's Mom brought out the green beans. After grace was said, everyone began to eat.
Everyone ate quickly since the food was growing cold. The stove was electric too so there was no way to heat water for coffee. LuAnne and Mike were talking quietly.
"I'm glad I'm not out in that weather." Mike remarked looking out the window at the storm.
"It's a good thing Micky rescued you and your friends from your car." LuAnne replied. "I'd never have met you."
Micky giggled again and Mike kicked him in the shins under the table.
Just then, a rap was heard on the front door.
"What was that?" Dolly asked.
"Sounds like someone knocking." Bob replied.
"I'll go see." Micky's Mom said, getting up from the table. Micky got up and followed her.
Micky's Mom opened the door to see a young man with a short beard standing there. He was wearing a thin coat and was shivering.
"Excuse me, but I need your help." He said, teeth chattering.
"First come inside, you look frozen." Micky's Mom said, pulling the man inside.
"Thank you, Ma'am." The man replied, "But my wife and son are stuck in our car that's in a ditch. I really need your help."
Bob had come over by this time and heard what the man had said.
"I have a jeep and I can try to pull you out." He said.
"I'll help, Uncle Bob." Micky replied.
"So will we." Mike, Peter and Davy said, walking over as well.
"Thank you so much." The man said gratefully, "My name is Joseph."
Micky's Mom made quick introductions and then helped everyone get ready to go back and rescue Joseph’s family. She gave Joseph a spare coat and scarf.
As the Monkees and Bob headed out the door, LuAnne came over.
"Be careful, Dad. Be careful, Mike." She said, looking concerned.
"We'll be back soon." Mike smiled at LuAnne.
With that, the guys left the house and over to Bob's jeep.

Slowly driving down the road, Bob drove his jeep with the Monkees and Joseph inside to Joseph's family. There were a few other houses along the road, and Mike asked Joseph if had stopped there.
"I did." Joseph admitted, "But a few houses were empty and others said they had no way of helping me."
Finally, rounding a bend, they saw a small car stuck in a ditch.
"There's my car!" Joseph exclaimed, "I hope Mary and the baby are ok."
"Don't worry, we'll get them safely out of there." Bob told him.
Jumping out of the car, Joseph and the Monkees went over to the car and into the ditch.
"Mary, it's me!" Joseph said, "I brought help!"
Joseph’s wife rolled down her window. "Thank the Lord, we were losing hope."
"Hand me the baby." Joseph told her.
Mary did so, and he carried his son over to Bob's jeep. Joseph then placed the baby on the seat next to Bob.
"You'll be safe here, son." Joseph said, kissing his son on the forehead. The baby smiled at his dad.
Back at the stuck car, however, things were going bad. The car was starting to slid further and further into the ditch! Micky and Mike tried to hold the car back, while Peter and Davy helped Mary out of the car.
Suddenly, a rope came down to them. It was Bob's tow rope.
"Attach that to the bumper!" Bob called down.
Davy quickly did what Bob told him and soon the car was secured. Peter got Mary out of the car just as the car began to slip again, but Bob's tow rope held it tight.
Mike and Peter formed a chair with their arms and in that way carried Mary up out of the ditch.
"Thank you boys so much." Mary whispered.
Once everyone was out of the ditch, Bob gave his jeep the gas and slowly Joseph and Mary's car began to get free. About half-way out, the car got stuck, until Micky gave it a push, which helped send it back onto the road.
Everyone cheered as the car was free. Joseph started the car and fortunately it started! He walked back over to Bob's jeep and opened the side door.
"Thank you so much for getting our car out." Joseph said, "We would never had done it without you."
"Where are you staying?" Bob asked.
"We're travelers." Joseph replied, "We don't really know. All the inns were full."
"You can stay with us, Joseph." Bob said, "Your family needs a place to rest.
"Oh no, we couldn't..."
"Yeah, stay with us." Micky added, "We'll make room for you!"
Joseph looked over at Mary and she nodded.
"Ok, we'll follow you back to your house." Joseph replied. "Thank you."
So Joseph took his baby son out of Bob's jeep and handed him back to Mary. Then they went back into their car and followed Bob and the Monkees back to their cabin.

Micky's Mom let out a relieved breath as she saw Bob's jeep pull into the driveway. A few seconds later, another car pulled in behind it. She turned to Dolly and LuAnne.
"Looks like we have more guests." She said, "Get extra blankets and put another log on the fire."
Dolly and LuAnne did what Micky's Mom said as she opened the door for Bob and the others.
"Is everyone alright?" She asked.
"We're fine, Janice." Bob replied, shaking the snow off his coat. "I asked Joseph and his family back here. They don't have a place to stay. I hope you don't mind."
"Of course not." Janice replied, then walked over to Mary and her baby as the walked inside.
"Welcome to our cabin." She said, "You and you family are more than welcome to spend the night here."
"You are very kind." Mary told her.
"Come over by the fire." Micky said, leading Joseph, Mary and the baby to the fireplace.
LuAnne had brought some extra blankets and gave them to the new guests. They huddled by the fire, trying to get warm once again.
Peter and Mike went back out to Joseph and Mary's car and brought in their luggage. It wasn't much, but the two Monkees knew the family would need it.
"Where can we put their luggage, Mrs. Dolenz?" Mike asked.
"Put it in the living room for now." Micky's Mom replied, as Mary's baby began to fuss.
"Would your baby like some warm milk?" Micky asked Mary.
"Yes, thank you. I have some formula to mix with in with it." Mary replied. She got up and opened one of the bags and handed him a box of formula.
"Micky, we can't use the stove." Davy whispered, "The electricity is out."
Just then the power came back on. Micky shrugged at his friend.
"I can make this for you right away." Micky said, walking into the kitchen.
"How about something for you two?" Dolly asked. "We have some food left over."
"We would like that." Joseph said, smiling.
Dolly and LuAnne went into the kitchen as well and since the stove was working again, were able to heat up the leftover food.
Micky had heated up the milk and formula and handed it over to Mary.
"Here you go." He smiled.
Mary smiled back and gave the bottle to her son. The little one drank it right away.
"What's his name?" Peter asked.
"Joshua." Mary replied, "He's only a few weeks old and we were taking him to see Joseph's relatives in Bethel."
"Bethel is a long ways off." Micky remarked, since he had some distant cousins living there.
"Your supper is ready." LuAnne said, coming into the living room once again.
"Thank you." Joseph said and he and Mary got up and went into the kitchen. Once they were gone, Micky turned to his Mom.
"Where's everyone gonna sleep now?"
"Hmm... this will take some rearranging." Micky's Mom replied.
"Let me and my cousins sleep in here, Aunt Janice." LuAnne said, "They can have our room."
"Yeah, we can wait for Santa!" Little Tina said.
"Alright, as long as you go to sleep." Her Mom replied. "Santa won't come if you're awake."
In the kitchen, Mary and Joseph ate dinner. Afterwards, Mary insisted on helping with the dishes. Then they came back into the living room.
Everyone sat around the living room and talked, having a good time. Though nobody noticed, the storm was beginning to abate outside.
As the evening grew to a close, Micky's sisters were beginning to fall asleep and that signaled it was time for everyone to go to bed and wait for Christmas morning.
As everyone got up to go to bed, Joseph spoke up.
"We want to thank everyone for your kindness to us." He said, "You've been so nice."
"You're welcome, Joseph." Micky's Mom replied, "This reminds me of the story of another family who had no place to stay on Christmas Eve."
The others in the room nodded.
"The holy family." Micky said.
"Tell us the story, please?" Micky's other sister Theresa asked.
"You just want to stay up later." Micky smiled.
"Please?" Theresa and Tina begged.
"Oh ok." Micky laughed, "Get your pajamas on and I'll do it!"
"Yeah!" Micky's sisters shouted and went to get changed.
Everyone else, except the Monkees and LuAnne went to bed. Micky's sisters quickly returned with blankets and pillows and joined their brother and his friends by the fire.
Micky pulled out the bible and began to read the second chapter of Luke.
"In those days a decree went out from Caesar Augustus that the whole world should be enrolled. This was the first enrollment, when Quirinius was governor of Syria."
"Who?" Tina asked.
"Where's Syria?" Theresa asked.
"Shhh!" LuAnne said, "Just listen."
"So all went to be enrolled, each to his own town." Micky continued. “And Joseph too went up from Galilee from the town of Nazareth to Judea, to the city of David that is called Bethlehem, because he was of the house and the family of David, to be enrolled with Mary, his betrothed, who was with child."
Theresa and Tina looked over at Davy and smiled.
"While they were there, the time came for her to have her child, and she gave birth to her firstborn son. She wrapped him in swaddling clothes and laid him in a manger, because there was no room for them in the inn."
Micky cleared his throat and continued.
"Now there were shepherds in that region living in the fields and keeping the night watch over their flock. The angel of the Lord appeared to them and the glory of the Lord shone around them , and they were struck with great fear. The angel said to them, "Do not be afraid; for behold, I proclaim to you good news of great joy that will be for all the people.
For today in the city of David a savior has been born for you who is Messiah and Lord. And this will be a sign for you: you will find an infant wrapped in swaddling clothes and laying in a manger."
And suddenly there was a multitude of the heavenly host with the angel, praising God and saying:
"Glory to God in the highest and on earth peace to those on whom his favor rests."
Theresa and Tina's eyes were beginning to grow heavy. Tina laid her head down on Davy's lap. Micky chuckled to himself and continued.
"When the angels went away from them to heaven, the shepherds said to one another, "Let us go then, to Bethlehem to see this thing that has taken place, which the Lord has made known to us." So they went in haste and found Mary and Joseph and the infant lying in the manger. When they saw this, they made known the message that had been told them about this child. All who heard it were amazed by what had been told them by the shepherds. And Mary kept all theses things, reflecting on them in her heart. Then the shepherds returned, glorifying and praising God for all they had heard and seen, just as it had been told to them."
By now, Micky's sisters were asleep. Micky and Davy carried them over to the couch and covered them up. LuAnne lay down on another couch. Micky's Mom then came in, carrying wrapped gifts.
"I figured I'll put them here now before turning in." She whispered.
"We had gifts for all of you." Mike said, "But we had to leave them in the car."
"It's ok, Mike." Micky's Mom replied, setting the gifts under the tree, "As long as everyone is here safe, that's all the presents I need."
The Monkees kissed Micky's Mom goodnight and went into their rooms to sleep.

The next morning, everyone was awoken by the excited shouts of Tina and Theresa as they saw the gifts under the tree.
"Santa came! Santa came!" They shouted.
"Calm down, you'll wake our guests!" Micky's mom reproved.
The Monkees came bounding into the room, just as excited as the girls. When they saw the gifts under the tree, they stopped in shock.
"Are those the gifts we left in the car?" Peter asked.
Mike walked over and looked at the tags.
"Yeah, but...they still should be in the car." Mike said, puzzled.
"I thought there was more presents than what I had left last night." Micky's Mom said quietly to her son.
"Can we open them?" Tina asked.
"Yes, go ahead." Her mom said.
Dolly and Bob came into the room.
"Wow, look at all the presents!" Dolly said.
"Yeah, our gifts are here too." Davy replied, "But we had to leave them in the car."
LuAnne ran over to Mike. "Is that your car in the driveway?" She asked, "All red with 'The Monkees' sign on it?"
Mike looked at Micky and ran over to the front door. Yanking it open, they looked out to see Joseph's car gone and the Monkeemobile in its place!
"How did that get here?" Micky breathed as Peter and Davy joined them.
"Where's Joseph's car?" Mike asked.
"What's the matter?" Micky's Mom asked.
"Joseph's car is gone." Micky replied, going back inside and going over to their bedroom. The other three Monkees followed him. Micky knocked, then opened the door to find the room empty! There was no sign of the family, even their luggage was gone!
"They're gone!" The Monkees all said at once.
"Oh my, where did they go?" Micky's Mom asked when she heard the news.
The Monkees headed back outside again. The snow had stopped falling and the sun was beginning to come out. They checked out the Monkeemobile and found it was in perfect condition. They also looked in vain for some sign of Joseph and his family. There wasn't any tire tracks or anything to show what had happened. As they came back inside, LuAnne ran over to Mike and handed him a piece of paper.
"I found this in their bedroom." She said.
Mike read the letter out loud:
"We wish to thank you all once again for your kindness to us last night. The Lord will bless each and every one of you for your charity and compassion. The good works you have shown will be measured back to you in return. Do not fear to travel the roads; they will be safe.
Bless you all,
Joseph, Mary and Jesus."
As soon as Mike read the paper, it slowly dissolved in his hands and disappeared.
Everyone was in shock at what Mike read. Even Theresa and Tina had stopped opening their gifts to listen.
"The holy family was here with us." Dolly said softly.

After the shock had worn off, everyone opened their gifts. Each of the Monkees got a hand-knit sweater from Micky's Mom. As Mike handed out the presents, he noticed one marked for LuAnne. He didn't remember seeing it before, but handed it to her. She opened it up and found a heart necklace.
"Thank you, Mike!" She said, giving him a kiss, then gave him a gift too, "I don't where this came from, but it was marked for you so..."
Mike opened it up and found a dark red wool hat! His blue one had seen better days, and he was glad to get it. He reached over and kissed LuAnne too.
The fridge was found to be full of food once again, so there was no need to travel for more. Everyone enjoyed themselves and had a very nice Christmas.

The next morning, the Micky and the other Monkees went back home to the pad. As Joseph's letter promised, the roads were safe to travel and they made it home safe and sound.

The End

By: Mickys411 and Larrysgirl Rated G

It was after the Christmas holiday, but the Monkees had begun their spring-cleaning.
While Mike took the car out to get clean, Micky Davy and Peter cleaned up around the pad, such as putting away the ornaments for next time.
After they finished cleaning up, Davy and Micky played a game of checkers, and Peter called home.
When he got off the phone, Peter turned to the guys looking really excited.
"Guess what guys, we got a job," he said.
"Really?" asked Davy.
"Are you serious?" asked Micky.
"Yes, Mom talked to the committee in charge of the annual snowflake festival, and she recommended us and the committee said we can play at the event.”
"Wow, that's groovy Peter," said Davy.
"Yeah, call your mom and thank her," said Micky.
Just then, Mike entered the pad and saw the looks on the faces of his band mates.
"Hey fellas, what are we celebrating?" he asked.
"Peter's mom got us a job." said Davy.
"You're joking?"
"No, we've been invited to perform at the snowflake festival," said Peter.
"When is it?" Mike asked.
"Next Saturday, what do think Mike?"
"Well, I think we better pack heavy clothes for this trip."
The guys were glad to have another job, even if it meant they had to travel a bit.
"Say, Peter, where did the idea for the snowflake festival come from anyway?" Micky asked, as he and the guys started packing for their trip.
"Well, it's due to the fact that the part of Connecticut I grew up in has the most snow falls during this time of year," said Peter.
It was decided that since it would take too long to go by car, and that they didn't have the extra money for plane fare, the guys would get to Connecticut by train.

The next Monday, the guys left for the train station.
Getting there was a bit of a tight ride, due to squeezing all their luggage and instruments into the cab. However, they made it to their destination just in time.
"Thanks for the ride sir.” said Mike paying the cab driver, “And you don’t have to help us with our stuff.”

"Yeah, we got it," said Davy.
"I wasn't going to help you anyway," said the cab driver.
"Attention passengers, Amtrak 11524 now leaving for Connecticut!” said a voice.
The guys turned to see that it was a conductor shouting from the train.
Micky looked at the tickets carefully and said, “That’s us."
And with that, the Monkees boarded the train.

But the guys soon found out that this trip wasn't all that was cracked up to be so far as they hastily entered a car.
Mike turned to his band mates and said, “Ok fellas, there are ten cars on this train and so far we’ve managed to get ourselves kicked out of nine."
"I thought my funny face would make that little boy in car two laugh, I didn't think he’d cried louder," said Peter.
“And how was I to know that the guy sitting next to that cute girl in car five was her boyfriend," said Davy.
"And I was trying to take a nap, but that woman’s dog sitting next to me in car eight wouldn’t stop barking," said Micky.
"Well, I didn't see that waiter behind me, when I stretched out my arms in car nine," said Mike.
"Well, let's just take our seats before another disaster happens," said Davy.
"Good idea," said Micky.
The guys sat down with a middle-aged man, wearing a business suit and reading a newspaper. The guys smiled and politely nodded to the man, but he didn't seem to pay attention to the guys.
Davy pulled an apple from his pocket that he bought before leaving the pad and took a bite out of it.
"Young man, can you please chew more quietly," the man asked.
"Sorry sir," said Davy who was still eating his apple.
"And please don't talk with your mouth full either, its poor manners.”
Peter then had some more of his drink that he got in one of the cars and slurped it down.
"Do you mind, I'm trying to read?” the man said.
"Sorry sir," said Peter.
Micky yawned and said, “I think I'll finish my nap.” And with that, he fell asleep and began to snore as well.
The man tapped Micky on the shoulder and said, “Young man I’d see a doctor about that snoring.”
Embarrassed by the comment, Micky tried to stay awake for the rest of the ride.
Just then, the train made a movement, and causing Mike, who wasn't wearing a seat belt, to fall out of seat and landed on the man. The man pushed Mike off of him.
"Sorry about that sir," said Mike as the other Monkees helped him up.
"That's it! I'm getting the conductor!" the man shouted as he got out of his seat.
"Uh oh," said Micky.
"Uh oh is right," said Davy.
"What do you think is going to happen?" Peter asked.
"We'll soon find out," said Mike.
Just as the man returned with the conductor, the train stopped.
"I guess that’s what happens," said Mike to the guys.
"I’d throw you guys off,” the conductor said to the Monkees, “But we have to stop anyway.
"How come?" Davy asked.
"The rest of the trip has been canceled to due a blizzard in the north east."
"I told you guys about the snow," said Peter.
And with that, The Monkees and the rest of the passengers, some who didn't look to happy, got off the train.
"Hey where are we anyway?" Davy asked, as he and the guys collected their luggage.
They took a look around until they spotted a sign
"Welcome to Grand Central Station NY, NY," said Micky reading the sign.
"New York City?" Mike, Peter and Davy replied.
Micky pointed to the sign once again. "Yeah, that's where we are." He said.
"Aw man, we're still hundreds of miles from my Mom's house." Peter said, his eyes welling up with tears.
"Maybe we could rent a car?" Davy asked. "We could drive the rest of the way."
"The man said there's a blizzard up there." Micky said, "We wouldn't get much further than we are now."
"I don't like driving in the snow in any case." Mike added.
"Then let's take the train back home." Micky said.
"No, we can't let my Mom down.” Peter cried, "I said we'd come and I don't want to disappoint her."
"I don't think that conductor would let us back on the train in any case." Mike said, looking over at the conductor, who was staring back at them.
"So what do we do?" Micky asked.
"Let's find a place to stay." Davy said, "When the blizzard is over, we can catch another train to Connecticut.”
The others agreed and, after picking up their luggage, left the platform and went into the station.
As the guys walked around the station, they saw people walking getting on trains getting off trains, taking the stairways either up or down, walking in and out of the stores and shops. Just then, they spotted a hotdog vendor and they grabbed a quick snack of a hotdog and soda each.
"You know, that was the best hotdog I ever ate," said Davy.
"Me too, I think I may get another one," said Peter.
"Cool it on the spending guys, we need it to stay at a hotel," said Mike.
"I didn’t think we're going to find a cheap place in this part of town," said Micky.
"We'll let's just go up the stairs and see where we are."
So the Monkees took an up stairway that led them above the streets.
When they got up, the guys saw even more people climbing in and out of cabs, buses, stores, and buildings.
"I wonder which part of town are we in," said Davy.
"Maybe we should ask," said Peter.
The guys then spotted a man about their age.
"Excuse me sir can you tell us, my friends and I are lost, can you tell us where we are?" Asked Mike.
"This part of New York that you're standing in is Times Square," the man answered.
The guys looked carefully at the man and were glad to see it was a familiar face. It was their friend McKinley Baker!
"Hey McKinley, it's great to see you again." said Micky.
"You too, what are you guys doing here?" McKinley asked.
The guys explained about that they were on the way to a show in Connecticut, but are now stuck here due to poor weather. Just then, a woman approached the men.
"McKinley, there you are," said the woman.
She looked young with long brown hair and petite sized. Davy was smitten by her.
"It's nice to meet you, miss." he said.
"Guys, I'd like you to meet my fiancée Jennifer," said McKinley.
Davy got an embarrassed look come over his face, while Mike, Micky and Peter held back from laughing.
"It's nice to meet you all," said Jennifer. She then turned to McKinley and said, “I got some bad news, the back turned us down again."
"That's the third one today," said McKinley.
"What seems to be the trouble?" Mike asked.
"Jennifer and I want to open a performance and visual arts school, but we can't get any help to open it," said McKinley.
"Oh, that's too bad." Peter said, then added, "But...what's a performance and visual arts school?"
"It's a place where you can learn dancing, singing and acting." Jennifer replied.
"Plus learn to draw and paint." McKinley added.
"Sounds groovy." Micky said.
"But we need money to open it." Jennifer replied, "But all the banks we've gone to will not lend us any."
"Why not?" Davy asked this time.
"They don't consider it a 'serious' school." McKinley said sadly, "They don't think it will get any students or make any money."
"Well, we have to keep trying." Jennifer told her fiancée. "Let's go back to the office."
"I wish we could help in some way." Mike told them.
"Only if you have several thousand dollars." McKinley told them.
"We're lucky we have money for a hotel room." Micky replied.
"You don't have a place to stay?" Jennifer asked.
"No, we're stuck here until the blizzard passes up north." Peter replied.
"Why don't you come with us?" McKinley replied with a smile. "The school has a few dorm rooms where you can stay until you can get another train to Connecticut."
"Sounds groovy, thank you very much." Mike replied.
So the Monkees followed McKinley and Jennifer back to the school.

On the way to the school, McKinley and Jennifer told the story on how they met, as she was an actress in one the shows he was producing.
"That's a wonderful story McKinley.” said Peter, “Have you set a date?"
"As soon as the school gets up and running," said Jennifer.
Soon they all arrived at the place.
"We'll here it is," said McKinley, indicating a brick building with a large sign that read, "Gracie Baker School for the Arts".
"Who's Gracie Baker?" asked Davy.
"My Grandmother, who was a big fan of the theater and a talented singer too,” said McKinley, “She's the one who taught me all about the arts."
He then took a set of keys out of his pocket and unlocked the door.
As soon as The Monkees stepped inside McKinley and Jennifer gave them a brief tour of the school, such as the stage for concerts, the art room, and music and rehearsal rooms, then to where the dorm rooms were.

Each dorm had four beds, a small kitchen and even a bathroom as well.
"Wow McKinley this is outasite," said Micky, looking around the dorm.
The other Monkees agreed too.
"I'm glad you all like it," said McKinley.
"I don't understand why they won't let you open this school, it has everything.” said Mike, “It's such a great place."
"That's what we've been saying to the banks," said McKinley.
"But they give us the same answer, it's a waste of money and energy," said Jennifer.
"Like we said I wish there was some way we could help," said Davy.
"Maybe if we can put on some sort of concert or talent show as a way of showing everyone how much this school would mean to budding artists," said Jennifer.
"That's a wonderful plan dear," said McKinley.
"Sounds good to me, but how are you guys going to do that?" asked Peter.
"You mean how we are all going to put it together?" said Mike.
"What do you mean?" asked Micky.
"We're going to help McKinley and Jennifer put this thing together. And we'll even play as well."
"Thank you guys," said Jennifer.
"This really means a lot to us," said McKinley.
"By the way what day is it, today and the time? I'm still a bit confused with all the traveling," asked Peter.
"It's 6:30 pm Monday evening," said McKinley.
"We have a few days then to get this ready by Friday night," said Mike.
The Monkees helped McKinley and Jennifer by making up flyers announcing a talent show and putting them around the area.
They also visited local clubs to help spread the word, while McKinley and Jennifer tried their luck at the bank once again.
Peter had called his Mom to tell her he and the other Monkees were safe and would come up for the festival when the weather cleared.
"You think people will come?" Mike asked as the guys had lunch.
"I hope so," Davy replied, "McKinley and Jennifer sure have put a lot of work into this place."
Just then, McKinley and Jennifer walked into the room. They did not look happy.
"What's wrong?" Micky asked, "The bank turn you down again?"
"Not only that," McKinley replied, "But our landlord just called."
"He wants the rent or he's foreclosing." Jennifer added sadly.
"That sounds familiar." Peter said.
"If we had money from the bank, we could pay him but we can't even do that." Jennifer said, beginning to cry.
McKinley took her in his arms. "Don't worry, the talent show will bring in people and they'll see that the school is needed."
"I hope so." Jennifer sniffed.
The Monkees looked at each other and hoped McKinley was right.
"If you guys don't mind, I think Jennifer and I are going back home," said McKinley.
And with that, he and Jennifer left.
"Poor McKinley and Jennifer," said Peter.
"Yeah what are they going to do?" asked Micky.
"If only we could think of something," said Mike.
"Don't worry guys, I think I have an unbeatable plan," said Davy.
"What is it?" asked Peter.
Davy then placed a newspaper on the table.
"Davy, this is no time for reading," said Mike.
"No, look at this," said Davy pointing to something on the paper.
Micky then picked up the paper and read, “The Blockafelder stock has just got another fifty million."
"So?” said Mike and Peter at the same time.
"Guys, according to this, Mr. Blockafelder is one of the biggest names in the cities," said Davy.
"Your point being?" asked Micky.
"Maybe this Blockafelder can help."
"You really think?" asked Mike.
"It's worth a try."
Davy then raced out of the room, and managed to catch up to McKinley and Jennifer.
"Do you guys mind if we can borrow some of the supplies?" Davy asked.
"Help yourself,” said McKinley.

The next day, the Monkees split up in four different directions in hopes of finding Mr. Blockafelder.
Peter, who was dressed in a beret, and a striped shirt stood in front of a building.
Just then, a middle-aged man and woman cam walking by.
"Excuse me sir and ma'am,” said Peter, “Do you mind if I paint you a picture?"
"We could use a new painting in the guestroom, Howard," said the woman.
"I'm not sure about getting a painting from an amateur, Alice," said Howard.
"Let's just see what he can do first."
Peter then squirted some paint on an easel then mixed it in with his brush.
"There, it's done," said Peter handing the man and woman his painting.
"This is terrible," said Howard.
"Oh, now dear you're being too hard on him," said Alice.
Peter then began to cry.
"No, it's ok,” he said between sobs, “The art school I was suppose to go to can't open because it doesn't have the money to open. And now I have to practice painting on the streets.
"You poor boy,” said Alice, “What was the name of the school?"
"The Gracie Baker School for the arts."
Howard then pulled out his wallet and handed Peter some money, “Here's something to help you out a bit," he said.
"I couldn't," said Peter.
"We insist," said Alice.
"Thank you," said Peter taking the money.
Howard and Alice then walked away.

The couple continued their walk, when they approached Mike, sitting on a bench.
"Excuse me sir and ma'am,” Mike said to the two, “I just wrote a poem for a new poetry book I'm working on, would you like to hear it?”
"Oh yes, I love poetry," said Alice.
"Sure young man," said Howard.
Mike cleared his throat and began to read off a piece of paper,

“Roses are red, ketchup is too. Pickles are green and so are you."
"Well that was interesting," said Alice, pretending to like it.
"It didn't make a deal of sense to me," said Howard.
"Well sir, I was planning on attending this school called the Gracie Baker School for the arts, but they can't open it due to lack of funds, now I spend my days on this bench trying to improve my writing," said Mike.
"Oh, you poor dear," said Alice.
Howard then took out his wallet and handed Mike some money.
"Here's something to help you out," said Howard.
"I'll be fine sir," said Mike.
"We insist," said Alice.
Mike then took the money and thanked the two.

Howard and Alice then entered a cafe and took a table.
Just then, Micky came with some menus.
"Good day to you sir and ma'am," he said placing the menus down in front of them.
"Good afternoon young man," said Alice.
"You know young man my wife and I come to this cafe all the time and we never seen you here before," said Howard.
"Well, actually I'm new here to the city," said Micky.
After Micky took the couples order, he was back a few moments later with cups of coffee.
"So young man, what brings you to NY?" asked Howard.
"Well, I was here to train my singing to become a theater actor," Micky answered.
"I love theater, do you mind singing?" asked Alice.
"Not at all."
Micky cleared his voice, and began to sing, but it sounded quite awful. Costumers began to leave from the sour notes.
"What did you think?" Micky asked.
"Well, with a little practice," said Alice, being polite.
"Meaning a lot of practice," said Howard.
"I knew it,” Micky sighed, “I was hoping to attend the Gracie Baker School for the arts to work on my vocals, but lack of money can't keep the school opened, so now I'm waiting on tables by day and having my lessons in a dark basement at night."
"That's a shame," said Alice.

Howard then took out his wallet, placed some money on the table for the coffees, and then handed another bill to Micky.

"This can help you out a bit.” he said.
"I can't sir," said Micky.
"We insist," said Alice.
"Thank you folks," said Micky, taking the money.
After the couple left, a man in a suit approached Micky and handed him something.
"Here's ten dollars, don't ever sing in my cafe again," the man said.

As soon as Howard and Alice left the café then spotted Davy sitting on a street corner, holding a tuba.
"Hell-o sir and ma'am, do you mind if I play you a tune?" he asked.
"Sure, said Alice.
"Maybe some music will help me get through this weird day," said Howard.
Davy then licked his lips and began to play on the tuba, but the music that came out of it was terrible.
"Please stop." said Howard.
"I had a feeling you were going to hate it," said Davy.
"I'm sure you'll get better in time," said Alice.
"I don't think so, I was to start at the Gracie Baker school for the Arts, but the school has no money and they can't open it. Now I sit on the street all day hoping somebody other than the crows like my music."
"You poor young man," said Alice.
Howard then took out his wallet and handed Davy some money.
"This should help you out for awhile," he said.
"Thanks sir, but I couldn't," said Davy.
"We insist," said Alice.
Davy then took the money and said, “Thank you."

As Alice and Howard walked to their limo, Alice began to think about the four men they had talked to that day.
"Did you notice something in common about those four boys we met today, Howard?" She asked her husband.
"That they were all bad artists?" Howard replied, "That tuba player..." He shuddered, "His tuba was bigger than he was."
"That's true." Alice replied, smiling, "But that's not it. They all said they wanted to go to this Gracie Baker School for the Arts but the school didn't have any money to open." Alice replied.
"Yeah, that is odd." Her husband replied. "They all claimed they would get better if they went to that school."
"So why not help them out by giving to the school?" Alice asked.
"That may mean a lot of money, Alice." Howard replied.
"True, but if it gets those boys off the streets...?" She trailed off, smiling at her husband.
Howard smiled back at his wife. "It will be worth it." He finished.
The two were now at their limo, and the driver opened the door for them.
"Home, James." Howard said.
"Yes, Mr. Blockafelder." James replied, then closed the limo door.

Later that day, the guys met up back at the school.
"Did you guys have any luck?" Mike asked.
"Nope, said Peter.
"Same here," said Davy.
"Me neither," said Micky.
"Don't feel bad fellas, the only thing good that happened to me was that I got some money from a nice couple," said Mike, placing a dollar bill, which turned out to be a fifty on the table.
"Hey that's how much I got as well," said Davy, putting his bill on the table as well.
"Me too," said Peter, taking his buck out of pocket then placed his fifty dollar bill down.
"I got one too, plus a ten," said Micky, putting his money on the table.
He then noticed something on the back of two of the bills.
"Hey Peter, turn those other two bills to the back."
Peter did just that.
"What is it Micky?" Davy asked.
"Look carefully on the top right corner of the bill's backs," said Micky.
The guys each picked up their fifties and carefully examined them.
"You know he's right," said Davy.
"I see it too," said Mike.
"All I see is the initials HB and that's it," said Peter.
"Exactly," said Micky.
"Do you suppose the money came from who I think it was?" asked Davy.
"Howard Blockafelder," the Monkees said at the same time.
"We gotta tell McKinley and Jennifer," said Peter.
"I'm not sure that it may be the right time now," said Mike.
"Yeah, they're pretty upset right now." Micky replied.
"Just because the Blockafelders heard our story, it doesn't mean they'll do anything." Davy added.
"True, but at least we got some money from them." Peter said.
"This would probably only cover the electric bill for a week or so." Mike replied, gathering up the fifty-dollar bills.
"Well, let's go to bed and tell McKinley and Jennifer in the morning." Micky said, "Maybe tomorrow will be better."
The other three Monkees agreed and headed off to their dorm room.

The next morning, the guys called up McKinley and Jennifer to meet at the school.

When the two arrived, the Monkees invited them in the dorm and showed them the money that they got yesterday.
"Fellas, how did you get all that money?" McKinley asked.
"Look at the back corner carefully," said Micky.
McKinley and Jennifer each picked up a dollar and studied them.
"All I see is the initials HB," said Jennifer.
"Exactly, they were from Howard Blockafelder," said Mike.
"You met the Blockafelders?"
"Not really," said Davy.
"We didn't know it was them till we saw the letters on the money," said Peter.
"Guys, that was really nice that you tried to help, but we can't accept this money," said McKinley.
"But don't you need it to help the school," asked Peter.
"Wait a minute,” said Mike, “I think McKinley’s right."
"Yeah, we didn't really do it the honest way," said Davy.
"You're right," said Micky.
"Well, there's only one thing to do," said Jennifer.
"Give the money back to the Blockafelders?" asked Peter.
"Exactly."

Sure enough, McKinley, Jennifer and the Monkees headed to the Blockafelders estate.
After awhile of walking up and down nearly every street corner, everyone decided to that it was not an easy task to find the location they were looking for.

"You know, we've been walking around the city nearly all day, and we haven't found the Blockafelder building," said Davy.
"I know it's large place but all these places are large," said Peter.
"But the large building we're looking for has a giant B on the side of it," said Mike.
"How do we find it?"
"Just look for the building with the B on the side," said Micky.
"That shouldn't be hard to find," said Jennifer.
"Why do you say that?"
"It's right over there," said McKinley.
He pointed to a building across the street with a large golden B on the side.
The gang dashed across the street and approached the large skyscraper type building.
"Wow, this place looks even bigger up close," said Davy.
"How do we get in?" asked Peter.
"Just go through the door," said Mike.
"Oh." Said Peter.
Everyone then entered the place. The front lobby was extremely large, with shiny black colored tiles, and crème wallpaper with the letter B printed all over it.
"Looks like somebody messed up the wallpaper," Peter whispered.
"I think that's how it's supposed to look," said Micky.
The Monkees, McKinley and Jennifer then walked up to the front desk. Mike then rang the bell that was on the desk. A red haired receptionist looked up at her paper work.
"May I help you, sir?" she asked.
"Yes miss, we'd like to speak to Mr. Blockafelder," said Mike.
"Do you have an appointment?"
"Not really."
"I'm sorry sir, but Mr. Blockafelder only meets people who have appointments."
"Ok then, we'd like to make an appointment to see Mr. Blockafelder."
The receptionist looked through a book, then back at the group.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Blockafelder is booked till Friday," she said.
"I didn’t think we could wait till Friday," said McKinley.
"I meant the Friday of the last week in April," said the receptionist.
"Can you call us if there's a cancellation?" Peter asked.
Micky and Davy just gave a look at their band mate and shook their heads.
"Ma'am if we could just have a few moments with Mr. Blockafelder," said Jennifer.
“That's not going to be possible, he's rather busy today organizing an up and coming event," said the receptionist.
"Any chance when he's not busy then?" asked Peter.
"Mister Blockafelder is always busy sir."
Everyone thanked the receptionist and left the building.
"All this trouble of looking for this place for nothing," said Davy.
"At least the receptionist said she'll call if there is a cancellation," said Peter.
"Sorry we made you guys come all this way," said Jennifer.
"That's ok, you wanted to do the right thing by returning the money rather than keeping it," said Micky.
Since everyone was tired from all the walking, they took a bus back to the school.

When they reached the college, they saw a sign on the door.
"Oh no!" said McKinley.
"What is it?" asked Mike.
McKinley showed everyone the note he found.
"They're going to foreclose the school," said Jennifer.
Nobody knew what to do at a time like this.
Finally, Mike spoke up and said, “McKinley, Jennifer, we're sorry."
"We tired to help, but I guess it wasn't enough," said Micky.
"That's ok guys," said McKinley.
"Yes, and we appreciate all you've done," said Jennifer.
"Not to mention even trying to get to Mr. Blockafelder,” said Peter, “Maybe our luck will change."
"We need more than good luck,” said Davy, “We need some kind of weird, but strangely wonderful miracle."
Suddenly, a limo pulled up in front of the college. Everyone stood very still.
Just then the door opened and out came the Blockafelders.
"So, this must be the famous Gracie Baker School we've heard about," said Howard Blockafelder.
"Mister and Mrs. Blockafelder?" said a very surprised McKinley.
"What can we do for you?" asked Jennifer.
"Well, we just wanted to see the school that these young men told us about." said Alice Blockafelder, indicating the Monkees.
"Well sir, we're happy that you took time out of your busy schedule to come and visit.” said McKinley.
"But I'm afraid this will be your last visit," said Jennifer.
"What do you mean?" asked Alice.
"We just got a foreclosure notice."
"Well, I heard about the troubles so I though I get you some help," said Howard Blockafelder.
Out of the limo came a woman in her late seventies, wearing a black dress and matching heels.
"Grandma Gracie?” said McKinley, “What are you doing here?"
"We thought you were in Miami," said Jennifer.
"Well, Mr. and Mrs. Blockafelder told me about your school being in trouble, so I thought I fly in to help out my grandson and his future bride," said Gracie.
"You mean…?" said Peter.
"That's right sonny, we're going to save the school."
"I made a few phone calls here and there, and was able to get together a venue, some local bands and it all fell into place," said Howard.
"Wow, that's very nice of you sir," said Davy.
"Yes, thank you sir," said McKinley.
"We don’t know what to do without your help,” said Jennifer.

"You're very welcome,” said Alice, who then reached into a coat pocket and pulled something out, Here's is the first check of the many countless donations we will make to your school."
McKinley and Jennifer were speechless, but managed to say thank you to the Blockafelders more than a few dozen times.
"Well, what are we waiting for then?" asked Mike.
"Yeah, we have a show to do," said Micky.

The next day, everyone help worked hard to get ready for the big show the next night.
Performers were practicing as were the Monkees who also help put tents and chairs.
Even Gracie did a good amount of work herself, including some of the heavy work which surprised the others.
The next night after all the hard work and planning, the show was ready to go on.
Besides the show, there was an art exhibit of painting and snapshots done by some local artists.
At the concert, there were many young performers who either sang, played an instrument or two, danced or did comedy skits.
Gracie even did a song and dance number, and was a showstopper. The Monkees, who were waiting to go on stage enjoyed her performance too.
"Wow, Gracie is one groovy performer," said Mike.
"Yeah, she really knows how to swing," said Davy.
"Yeah, she's quite a crowd pleaser," said Peter.
"Do you think it's too late for us to take up juggling?" Micky asked.
After Gracie bowed for a wonderful number, she left the stage, and McKinley and Jennifer came on.
"Ladies, gentlemen and future artists, we'd like to thank you for coming here tonight," said McKinley.
"We couldn't have done it without your help," said Jennifer.
"But there are several people we'd love to give our deepest thanks to, my wonderful Grandmother whom I'd name this hope to open school after, Gracie Baker, Mr. and Mrs. Blockafelder, and my friends, the Monkees."
Gracie returned to the stage, followed by the Blockafelders and the Monkees, who took their positions at their instruments.
Mister and Mrs. Blockafelder each stood in front of a stage microphone.
"I would like to announce that all the money from the ticket sales of the concert added to the sales of art work has raise enough funds to open the Gracie Baker School for the Arts," said Mr. Blockafelder.
The crowd began to cheer.
"Plus, my husband and I will continue to make contributions and donations and holding more wonderful events like this," said Mrs. Blockafelder.
The crowd cheered even louder.
It was now time for the Monkees to perform, and the audience loved them as much as Gracie. In fact, the guys even asked her to do a number with them.

Early the next morning, the guys headed to the station to catch a quick train to Connecticut. Luckily the weather up there was perfect and safe for travel.
Just as the Monkees were about to board the train, they were stopped by McKinley and Jennifer.
"We thought you might be here," said McKinley.
"You guys almost left without us having a chance to say thank you for all your help," said Jennifer.
"Oh, it was nothing," said Davy.
"Nothing? you helped us and saved the school," said McKinley.
"We couldn't have done it if not for you guys," said Jennifer.
"Always glad to lead a hand, or in this case four," said Mike.
"All aboard!" called the conductor's voice.
"Well, we better get going," said Micky.
"Yeah, I don't want to worry my Mom," said Peter.
McKinley and Jennifer thanked the guys once more before they got on the train and headed to Connecticut.
Nobody had any trouble with the guys, because they slept all the way to their destination.
The guys woke up when the train arrived at the station.
Peter's Mom drove the guys down to the town center in time for a quick sound check and then the show. Like the night before, the crowd enjoyed the Monkees a lot.
Though the guys, especially Peter, wished they could spent more time in Connecticut they had to catch a train back to California the next day.
And just like the trip the day before, the guys slept all the way home.

A few months later, the guys received a letter from Jennifer and McKinley that the school is doing very well and to invited them to their wedding.
Not only did the guys attend as guest but performed at the ceremony along with Grandma Gracie as well.
The school still continues to do very well to this day and some of the students have even become teachers there.

The End