By: Larrysgirl and Mickys411 Rated G

Micky shifted from foot to foot as he waited in line at the bank. The line in front of him didn't seem to be moving at all. At one of the teller windows, an old lady was counting out pennies, while another was trying to cash a third-party check.
'I'll never cash this check today.' Micky thought to himself, 'I should've never come close to closing time.'
Slowly, the line inched forward and Micky finally found himself being the next in line.
"Can I help whose next?" A tired-looking teller called over.
Micky breathed a sigh of relief and walked over to the teller.
"Hi, I'd like to cash this check." Micky said.
"Do you have a form of ID on you?" The teller asked.
Micky pulled out his wallet and showed her his driver's license. The teller looked at it...then suddenly began to giggle.
Micky gave the teller a puzzled look, wondering what was so funny, when he heard more giggling come from behind him. Turning, Micky noticed that everyone in line behind him was starting to giggle and laugh. The giggles soon turned to loud laughter!
Micky looked around, wondering if he was being the object of some joke, like on Candid Camera, but the people laughing weren't looking at him at all. They were laughing and howling, some of the people were on the floor. Others were laughing so hard they had tears running down their cheeks.
"What's so funny?" Micky asked, but no one answered him. Everyone in the bank, even the security guards, was doubled over in laughter.
Just then, several armed men rushed into the bank, wearing black masks and holding sacks. Without a word, they jumped over the divide between the tellers and the customers and began to fill their sacks with money from the drawers. The tellers were too busy laughing to stop them. Only Micky seemed immune from the laughter that had infected everyone. He ran over to the security guard.
"Hey, those guys are robbing the place!" He shouted at him.
"HE HEHEHE HAA HAA!" The guard laughed, "I know! HE HE HE! I can't stop laughing!"
The masked men were also helping themselves to the helpless customers' purses and wallets as well.
"Let's go!" One of the masked men yelled to the others.
As the bandits started to leave, Micky realized he had to do something. He ran over to the wall and set off the fire alarm. The sprinkler system came on, showering everyone with water. The bandits looked over in shock.
"Hey, how come you're not laughing?" One of the men shouted at him.
"Let's go!" The first bandit repeated, "We got the money!"
The men started out of the bank, but one of them slipped on the wet floor and went down. Micky grabbed the man's money sack and the two had a tug of war with it.
"Let go, it doesn't belong to you!" Micky shouted at the bandit.
The bandit shrugged and let go...sending Micky to the floor. Laughing, the bandit followed his comrades out the door and into a waiting getaway car.
As soon as they left, the people in the bank slowly stopped laughing. Micky slowly got up and helped the other people to stand as well.
A minute later, several police officers ran inside and Micky told them what had happened.
"Did they leave behind any evidence?" A police officer asked.
"Just this sack." Micky replied, "They used them to hold the money."
"This is the third bank this week that was held up in the same manner." The police chief said, "I think we're going to need help with this."
"Are you going to call the FBI?" Micky asked.
"No, we're going to call on the agents of CONTROL." The chief replied.

Micky went back to the station with the police for questioning.
When they arrived there, Micky called the guys to tell them to meet him at the station.
He told the police and the chief that he couldn't tell what the robbers looked like because they were wearing masks.
By the time the questioning was done, the other Monkees arrived at Headquarters.
"Micky, are you ok?" Peter asked.
"Yeah what happed?" Davy asked.
"Was there really a robbery?" Mike asked.
"Yeah I'm fine, but there was something odd about this robbery," said Micky.
"What do you mean?" Davy asked.
"All the people in the bank were laughing as if noting was happening."
"It does sound very odd," said one of the police officers.

Just then, the chief stepped out of his office.
"Well, they're sending us some local agents to help solve the case," said the chief.
He then turned to Micky and said, “We’d thank you for your help young man, but I must warn you, you might be in a bit of trouble."
"What do you mean I might be in trouble?" Micky asked with a bit of nervousness in his voice.
"Well, since you're the one who tried to stop them, they might recognize you."
Micky gulped.
"Not to worry, we'll have the agents keep an eye on you."
The guys then left the station.
"Do you guys really think those robbers will find me?" Micky asked.
"Don't worry Micky, I'm sure their masks covered their faces so well, they probably weren't able to see the light of day," said Davy.

The Monkees, especially Micky, tried not to think about the incident until the next day, when there was a knock on the door during practice.
Mike who was in the middle of tuning his guitar, placed it on the couch and said, “I’ll get that."
He answered the door, and outside stood a man in his 30's that had short black hair and was wearing a grey suit.
"Good afternoon,” said Mike, “Is there anything I can help you with?"
"Yes, I'm here about the robbery at the bank yesterday,” said the man, “Do you mind if I come in?”

"Not at all sir." Mike invited the man in the pad.
"Thank you, oh by the way, I'm Agent Maxwell Smart," said the man, extending his hand.
The other Monkees got off the bandstand to meet Agent Smart.
"It's nice to meet all of you," said Maxwell Smart, after they all introduced one another.
"Now then, let's get down to business. Which one of you was there when the robbery took place?"
"That would be me," said Micky, giving a shaking hand wave.
"There's nothing to worry about young man,” said Maxwell Smart, “The chief said that I and my partner are going to see that you and your friends are safe and that we solve the case.”
Just then, there was a noise that sounded like a phone ringing. Peter answered the phone.
"Hell-o Hell-o?" he said.
But there was no answer, though the ringing continued.

"Oh excuse me, that's for me." said Maxwell.
He removed one of his loafers and began to talk into it from the bottom side.
The Monkees couldn't believe what they were seeing.
"I thought I told you never to call me at this number," said Maxwell.
Just then, he clear his throat and said, “Oh sorry about that 99, I don't think I'm getting a good reception. Yes, I'm at the place now, 1334 North Beachwood, ok see you shortly, bye." Maxwell hung up and placed his loafer back on.
The Monkees still looked on in surprised.
"You know, that was the oddest thing I ever saw," said Davy.
"What you never seen a person talk into a shoe before?" asked Max.
"Well, I did see a person talk into a Popsicle but that's just about it," said Mike.
Maxwell just smiled at Mike, "Well, we agents use a lot of phones that are in disguise." He said, then looked over and saw Mr. Schneider sitting on a chair by a sidewall. The agent rushed over to him and whispered in his ear.
"Agent 31, what are you doing here?" He asked, "Did the chief assign you to this case too?"
"What are you doing?" Davy asked Max as he walked over.
"I'm...uh...just admiring your mannequin." Max replied quickly.
"That's Mr. Schneider, he's our mascot." Davy said, then pulled the string attached to Mr. Schneider’s front.
"A fool and his money are soon parted." The mechanical voice of Mr. Schneider intoned.
"That's not the counter-sign, thirty one." Max scolded the dummy. He pulled the string once again.
"Children should be seen and not heard." Mr. Schneider said.
"You must be reading from an old manual, thirty one." Max replied, shaking his head.
Davy finally caught on to what Max was doing. He started to laugh.
"He's not an agent, Mr. Smart." Davy said, "He's been with us for years."
"Um, yeah, well some of us can be in deep cover." Max whispered to Davy.
Just then, there was a knock at the front door.
"I'll get it." Micky said.
"No you don't, I'll get it." Max told Micky, "You don't know who that could be."
Micky nodded nervously as Max walked over to the door, putting a hand inside his coat pocket.
"Who is it?" He asked.
"It's me, Max." A female voice replied.
"Me who?" Max asked.
"Agent 99."
"How do I know it's you?" Max persisted, "What's the password?"
"Open the door, Max."
"Right." Max replied and opened the door. Standing there was a young woman in her mid-twenties with short brown hair and wearing a blue dress.
"Hello, 99." Max said, giving her a peck on the cheek, "Did you have any trouble finding the place?"
"No, it was easy to find." Ninety-nine replied as she walked in.
Max closed the door and led her inside to meet the Monkees.
"Gentlemen, I'd like to you to meet my partner, agent 99." Max said to them.
"Hello there." Davy said with a big smile.
"She's also my fiancée." Max added.
"Oh, congratulations." Mike replied. "Would you two care to sit down?"
"Thank you." Ninety-nine said and she and Max sat down on one of the couches.
"So, you two are going to protect me while you solve this bank robbery?" Micky asked.
"Yes we are." Max replied confidently, "Now can you tell us what happened yesterday?"
So Micky told the two agents how he had been waiting in line at the bank when everybody started laughing except him. Then he went on to tell them what had happened next, how the robbers robbed the bank with little resistance. When he was done, Max and 99 looked thoughtfully at him.
"That's some story, Micky." Max said, "You say they weren't affected by the laughing at all?"
"Not a bit, and neither was I." Micky replied.
"That's very interesting." Ninety-nine added, "In all the other robberies everybody was helpless with laughter. You are the first one not to be affected."
"Why wasn't I affected?" Micky asked.
"We don't know." Max replied, "But for something like mass laughter to happen, there must've been some sort of ray or gas used."
"Sounds like Dr. Yes might be back in business, Max." Ninety-nine told her partner.
"Doctor Yes?" Peter asked.
"Yes, he's an evil scientist that works for Chaos." Max told him, "He specializes in ways to affect the human body, but I thought he died when his invisible ray machine fell on him."

“But his body was never found.” Ninety-Nine said.
"What's Chaos?" Mike asked this time.
"Chaos is an organization bent on world domination." Ninety-nine replied, "There's nothing they won't do to try to control the world. Max and I have foiled several of their plots over the years."
The Monkees just looked at each other.
"Thanks to Micky we now have a clue." Ninety-nine continued, "I just came from Control's lab where they were analyzing the sack Micky took from one of the robbers."
"What did they find?" Davy asked.
"Nothing so far." Ninety-Nine replied.
"I hope they do find something." Micky replied, "I don't like the idea of those guys might be looking for me."
"As long as you stay put, you'll be fine." Max reassured him.
"We can't stay put, we have a gig tonight." Mike told him.
"A gig?" Max asked.
"Yeah, you know, a job playing music." Mike replied.
"Well, cancel it." Max said.
"We can't, we need the money." Davy replied, "Our landlord is always after us for the rent."
"But what about me?" Micky asked.
Ninety-nine put in, "This might be a way to draw Chaos out in the open."
"You mean, be the bait?" Micky asked, getting up and moving over to the bandstand.
"Yes, Micky." Ninety-Nine said gently, "If someone is after you, this will give us a chance to arrest them."
Micky thought for a long minute.
"Okay, I'll do it." Micky said reluctantly.
"Don't worry, 99 and I will protect you." Max said, getting up, walking over to him...and promptly tripped over the bandstand, knocking over Micky's drums.

Over at the abandoned Sew Perfect Fabric company, a celebration was going on. A tall, bald man wearing a dark suit was smiling as several men were dumping sacks of money onto a table in front of him. It was the same men who had robbed the bank the day before.
"Wow, look at all this dough, Dr. Yes." One of the men said, "Our best haul yet!"
"Yes, you have done quite well." Dr. Yes replied, "This money will help with my laughing gas research, not to mention fund my other Chaos projects too."
"We would've had more if Ernie wasn't stopped by one of those long-haired weirdoes." A man said.
"Well, this kid wasn't laughing, and he turned on the fire sprinklers and grabbed my money sack." Ernie said defensively.
"What do you mean not laughing?" Dr. Yes asked.
"I mean, he was the only one not laughing in the bank, Dr. Yes." Ernie replied.
"Impossible!" Dr. Yes shouted, "Everyone, young or old, male or female should feel the effects of my laughing gas!"
"Well, this kid didn't, Doc." Ernie said.
Doctor Yes began to pace around the room.
"That means my gas isn't perfect." He said, "I must know why that boy wasn't affected by my gas." He turned to Ernie.
"You know what he looked like?"
"Yeah, long curly hair, bright-colored clothes." Ernie said.
"Well, find him!" Dr. Yes shouted back, "I'm sure Control is already on the case and we can't let them find out my laughing gas is flawed! Find that man and bring him here!"
"Yes, Doctor Yes." Ernie and the other men said.

Meanwhile back at the pad, the Monkees, 99 and Maxwell were cooking up a plan.
"Micky, what instrument do you play?" asked 99.
"Drums," Micky answered.
"Good, if you're further back on stage, you won't get spotted easily."
"We'll go to the show too, to keep an eye out," said Max.
"We'll also keep our eyes open during the show as well," said Mike.
"That's a good idea," said Davy.
"I sure hope those guys don't come to the club though," said Peter.
Max and 99 left the pad, promising they would meet the guys at the club. Since it was getting late, the Monkees changed into their blue stage outfits, loaded up the Monkeemobile and drove over to the Trocadero Club. Micky hid in the backseat the whole way over.
Once at the club, Mike, Peter and Davy quickly ushered Micky inside and had him hide in the dressing room while they set up on stage. A curtain in front of the stage hid them from view. Every so often, one of them would sneak a peak to see if the two Control agents were there.
"I hope Max and 99 show up soon." Peter whispered.
"They will." Davy assured him, "Max is a bit touched in the head, but they both seem dedicated to their job."
When everything was set up, Mike, Peter and Davy went back to the dressing room and saw that Micky was not there!
"Micky, where are you?" Mike called.
Davy opened a closet door...and was nearly brained by Micky, who was holding a broken chair leg.
"Whoa, Micky, it's me!" Davy exclaimed.
"Sorry, Davy." Micky said, getting out of the closet, "I thought you were one of those robbers."
"Man, I hope Max and 99 get those guys soon." Peter said.
Suddenly there was a knock on the door and the four Monkees screamed. Micky ran back into the closet and slammed the door shut.
"Who...who is it?" Mike stammered.
"It's the manager." The manager replied, "You Monkees are on in two minutes!"
"We'll be there!" Peter called back. Davy went over to the closet door and told Micky it was safe to come out again.
"We gotta go on now, Micky." Mike told him.
"Okay, let's do it." Micky replied with false bravado.
So, after checking if the coast was clear, the Monkees rushed over to the stage just as the manager was making his announcement. They quickly took their places.
"And now, ladies and gentlemen, THE MONKEES!" The manager exclaimed.
The curtain opened to a burst of applause and cheering. Mike looked at Micky who finally tapped his drumsticks. The music started and Micky began to sing,
"Take the last train to Clarksville and I'll meet you at the station..." He sang, but his voice sounded nervous.

Meanwhile, circling among the table along the walls, was a young waitress wearing a white apron. But this was no ordinary waitress; it was agent 99. She had called the chief after her and Max had left the pad and he had gotten the two agents jobs as waitress and bartender. Agent 99's disguise allowed her to roam freely around the club to see if she could spot any of Chaos' agents. Max used his vantage spot from the bar in the back to see if anybody suspicious was around as well.
After getting an order, 99 would go over to the bar and Max would get the drinks. Each time, they would signal each other if anybody suspicious had entered the club. So far, nobody out of the ordinary was there.
"It's kind of hard to tell if any Chaos agent are here, 99, what with all the long hair and weird clothing." Max whispered to her, gesturing with his hand. He wasn't watching what he was doing, and knocked over the drinks on the bar. His partner jumped out of the way.
"Sorry about that, 99." He said, moping it up.
Ninety-nine just shook her head as Max got new drinks for her.

As bad luck would have it, Ernie and another of Dr. Yes's henchmen were walking down a nearby street.
"How we gonna find that kid?" Ernie groused, "There's so many of those long haired weirdoes around."
"I dunno, Ernie." His partner said, "But I'm thirsty, let's stop in here for a drink."
"You know Dr. Yes wouldn't like that, Burt." Ernie replied.
"What the doc don't know won't hurt him." Burt smiled, then stopped when he saw the picture of the Monkees in front of the Trocadero Club.
"Hey Ernie, isn't that the kid?" He asked.
Ernie looked at Micky's picture. "Yeah, that's him, alright. He's playing at this club tonight!"
"Let's go back and tell the doc!" Burt exclaimed, running back to the hideout, with Ernie hot on his heels.
Just then, Burt stopped in his tracks.
"What's the matter?" Ernie asked.
"Well, I was just thinking, if we go back and tell the boss that we found the kid, he'll ask, “Why didn't you bring him back?"
"So you're saying we should go back and get the kid?"
"Exactly, you're really catching on to this business."
And the two headed back to the club.

When Ernie and Burt arrived back at the club, they dashed inside and grabbed the nearest table by the stage. Sure enough, they spotted Micky.
"That's him!" Ernie told Burt.
"Quiet, you'll give us away." Burt replied.
Fortunately, Agent 99 spotted the two men enter the club and saw them quickly grab a table near the stage. Getting suspicious, she walked over to them.
"Hello gentlemen," She smiled, "May I take your orders?"
"I'll have a glass of water." Ernie replied, his eyes on Micky.
"Same here." Burt added, looking at Micky.
"Coming right up." Ninety-nine replied. She gave them a lingering glance and walked away.
Just then, the Monkees were ending a number. Mike then announced they were taking a short break and the four men walked off the stage.
"Go up to the bar." Ninety-Nine whispered to them as they walked past her.
The Monkees obeyed and were greeted by Max.
"Hi fellas, what will you have?" Max asked.
"Four sodas." Peter replied.
Max nodded and began to fill their glasses. Agent 99 then joined them.
"Anything, 99?" Max asked her.
"Just a few minutes ago two men rushed in and sat down by the stage, Max." His partner told him, "They only ordered water and kept looking at Micky."
Micky audibly gulped at that.
"Yes, that does sound suspicious, 99." Max agreed. He got out two water glasses, filled them with ice, then took a plastic cube out of his pocket and added it to the ice in one of the glasses.
"What's that?" Davy asked.
"It's an ice-cube microphone." Max replied, filling the two glasses with water. "I'll try and listen in to see if those two are up to something."
"Good thinking, Max." Ninety-nine replied, putting the glasses on her tray. She looked at the Monkees. "Don't worry fellas, I'll keep an eye on them."
"Can you keep both eyes on them?" Micky asked as 99 walked away.

Agent 99 walked over to the table and set the water glasses down on the table in front of them.
"Here you go, gentlemen." She said.
"Hey, when are those guys coming back?" Ernie asked.
"Oh soon, sir." Ninety-nine replied, "Are you a fan of theirs?"
"Yeah, you could say that." Burt replied.
Ninety-Nine just smiled and walked away. Max watched 99 put the drinks on the table and then put a small listening device in his ear.
"Can you hear them?" Mike asked Max.
"Nothing so far." Max replied.
Davy looked at his watch. "Hey, it's time we got back."
"Go ahead." Max said, patting Micky on the back, "But try not to let on you're on to them."
The Monkees nodded and went back up onto the stage. Micky didn't know Max had put a homing device on his shirt.

The Monkees began to play 'She' and the crowd began to get up and dance again. Max tried to listen in on Ernie and Burt's conversation, but Ernie, whose drink the microphone was in, was sloshing the ice around in his glass.
"How we gonna get that drummer?" Ernie asked Burt.
But Max heard, 'What did you do last summer?'
"We gotta think of a plan." Burt replied.
But Max heard, 'I wanna eat a clam'.
"Hey, could I get some service?" A man at the bar asked Max.
"Sorry sir." Max said, rushing over to fill the man's order. Between working at the bar and the sloshing ice, Max could hear little of what Ernie and Burt were saying.
Suddenly, several more people came over to the stage area and one girl bumped into Ernie and Burt's table, spilling his water...and the microphone went sliding away.
Ninety-Nine saw what happened, quickly picked up the microphone, and then went back to Ernie and Burt’s table.

"I'm sorry that your glasses spilled, gentlemen,” she said, “Let me get you some more ."
"Oh no that's ok miss," said Ernie.
"Yes, we better get going anyway.” said Burt.
The two got up from the table, but not before leaving some change on the table for 99.
She collected the money, then headed back to the bar to meet Max.
"Bad news Max,” said 99, “The microphone dropped out of the glass, and the two guys are leaving.”
"Anything else I should know?" Max asked.
"Yes, they were lousy tippers too."

"Where are we going, what about the kid?" asked Ernie.
"We'll get him." Burt answered.
"How?"
"You'll see…follow me."
And Ernie followed Burt to backstage. Burt turned to Ernie and said, “Go over to the light switch, and when I give the signal, shut off the power."
"Got it," said Ernie.

Meanwhile on stage, the Monkees continued to play, when all of a sudden, all the lights in the club went out!
"Hey, who turned on the dark?" asked Peter.
Just then, the lights turned back on.
Max and 99 rushed to the stage.
"Are you guys ok?" Max asked.
"I think so," said Davy.
"Same here," said Mike.
"Me too,” said Peter, “What about you Micky?"
Peter turned to the drum set and saw that Micky wasn't there!
"Oh no, I bet those two guys got him," said 99.
"Then we go after them?" Peter asked.
"Right," said Mike.
And that’s what they did.

Max pulled out a gun hidden in his apron and led the way backstage...and promptly tripped over a box.
Mike helped him to his feet and the group continued on.
"They couldn't have gone far." Davy said.
Just then, two men wearing mustaches and dragging a bass fiddle case behind them, came out of one of the dressing rooms.
"Excuse me," Max said, "Did you see three men, one with curly hair, rush past here?"
"No hablo English, Senor." One of the men said.
"Sorry." Max said, as he and the others rushed away.
Little did they know, that it was Burt and Ernie in disguise and that Micky was inside the case! The two henchmen nodded to each other and proceeded to drag the case outside.

Max, 99 and the other 3 Monkees were now out behind the club looking for Micky.
"No sign of him, Max." Peter said, "Where did they take him to?"
"Hey, didn't those two guys with that case look familiar?" Mike asked everyone.
"You're right." Max replied, "I think I had seen them play at the Riverside Club a few nights ago."
"No Max." Ninety-nine said patiently, "I think those two men might've been the chaos men."
"Don't be ridiculous, 99." Max chided, "They didn't speak English."
"Let's go back anyway." Davy said, and then ran back into the club.
Everyone followed Davy inside, but a quick search found the two men were gone!

Burt and Ernie were just outside the front of the club, pulling the bass fiddle case.
"This kid sure is heavy for one so skinny." Ernie complained to his partner.
From inside the case they could hear Micky shouting, "Let me out of here! Let me out!"
"Quiet, kid!" Burt said, banging on the fiddle case, "You're coming with us." He looked at Ernie. "Call the doc, tell him we got the kid, but we need a ride."
Ernie pulled out a cigarette case, flipped it open and dialed Dr. Yes's hideout. The doctor answered in on the first ring.
"Hello?"
"Hello, Dr. Yes?" Ernie said, "It's Ernie. Burt and I got the kid you wanted that wasn't affected by the gas, but we need a ride to the hideout."
"Excellent work!" Dr. Yes exclaimed, "Where are you located?"
"In front of the Trocodero Club on West Fifth Street." Ernie replied.
"I'll send a car for you right away." Dr. Yes replied, and then hung up the phone.
"The doc says he's gonna send a car for us." Ernie told Burt.
Just then, the case burst open and Micky fell onto the sidewalk. He had a drumstick in each hand.
"Stay back, I'm not afraid to use these!" Micky shouted at them.
But Ernie rushed him and Micky smacked him on the head. The drumstick broke, but Ernie stayed standing.
"Uh oh." Micky whimpered.
"Got any more tricks, kid?" Ernie snickered.
"Yeah, it's called...running!" Micky yelled, and then tore down the street, still holding the one and a half drumsticks.
"Hey, come back here!" Burt yelled as he and Ernie took off after him.
Just then, Max, 99 and the other 3 Monkees came outside.
"Hey, look!" Mike said, "It's the Bass fiddle case those two guys were carrying!"
"And it's empty!" Peter finished, "Why would they carry an empty case around?"
"Look, Max!" Ninety-nine said, "A broken drumstick!"
"That's Micky's drumstick!" Davy said. "Micky must've been in that case!"
"But where is he now?" Max asked.

Micky was a block away, being chased by Ernie and Burt. He threw the other half of the broken drumstick at the two men, but they easily ducked. He broke the other stick in half as he ran to use as a weapon.
Realizing the men were gaining on him, Micky ran out into traffic, hoping to lose the men among all the cars. Micky began to flag cars down, hoping someone would give him a ride, but all the cars either ignored or honked at him.
Suddenly, a large black sedan stopped and Micky ran over, Ernie and Burt right behind him.
"You gotta help me!" Micky shouted at the guy sitting in the backseat, a tall, bald-headed man.
"Help you? Why?" The man asked, looking over Micky's shoulder at Ernie and Burt.
"Those men are chasing me!" Micky replied, indicating Ernie and Burt.
But the tall man addressed his next question to Ernie and Burt.
"Is this the boy?" He asked.
"Yes, Dr. Yes." Ernie and Burt replied, running over.
"Very well." Dr. Yes said, then calmly pulled out a gun. "Climb inside, young man, I wish to talk to you."
Ernie and Burt grabbed Micky and forced him into the car, which sped off down the street.
"What do you want with me?" Micky asked as he was pushed into the seat next to the doctor.
"First, loose the drumsticks, and I'll remove that homing device on your shirt." Dr. Yes said, grabbing the homing device off Micky's shirt and throwing it out the window. Burt grabbed Micky's drumsticks and threw them out of the window too.
"Good, now let's talk about the events yesterday at the First National Bank." Dr. Yes said to Micky as the car sped back to the hideout."

Max, 99 and the other Monkees raced up and down many streets and corners, but no signs of Dr. Yes men or Micky.
They were walking along a hideout in between some buildings, when they spotted something.
"Hey that's the homing device I put on Micky," said Max.
"There's more stuff too," said 99, holding up Micky's broken drumsticks.
"They must have been here then," said Mike.
"Poor Micky," said Peter.
"I just hope Micky managed to get away," said Davy.

But Micky didn't, instead he was inside a black car with Dr. Yes and his men, heading somewhere.
"Where are you taking me?" Micky asked.
"You'll see when we get there," said Dr. Yes with a laugh.
Burt and Ernie began to laugh as well.
Micky didn't like what was going to happen now or soon.

"We've searched everywhere, Max." Ninety-Nine said to him.
"There's got to be some clue, 99." Max said, turning the broken drumsticks in his hand, "Based on where we found the drumsticks, Micky must've been heading in this direction."
"But that's no help." Mike put in, "Micky could be anywhere by now."
"We better call the chief, Max." Agent 99 told him, putting a hand on his shoulder.
"I guess you're right, 99." Max admitted, "Perhaps HQ has some news."
Just then, Max's shoe phone rang. He sat down on a bench, pulled off his shoe and spoke into its heel.
"Hello?" Max asked.
"Hello Max, it's the chief."
"Oh hello, chief. I was just about to call you."
"Have you made a break in the case, Max?" The Chief asked.
"No...not exactly, Chief." Max said slowly.
"What do you mean, 'not exactly', Max?" The chief replied, getting a lump in his stomach, common when he was dealing with Max.

"Doctor Yes has Micky, Chief." Max told his boss, then quickly pulled the phone away from his ear as the Chief yelled at him.
"What? How did that happen, Max?" The Chief demanded of him.
"They used the old, 'Shut off the lights and grab the drummer trick, Chief." Max replied.
The chief began to rub his temples. "Ok, Max. I was calling to tell you two to come back to HQ. The lab called to say they checked out the sack Micky took from the one of the bank robbers."
"Alright, we'll do that, Chief. But I'd like to bring Micky's friends with us to for their protection."
"That's fine, Max. See you then."
"Goodbye chief." Max said, then put his shoe back on his foot.
"The chief said the lab has results from the sack Micky took." Max told everyone. "Maybe it will have a clue as to where Dr. Yes' hideout is."
"I sure hope so." Mike said.
"We're all going to Control Headquarters." Max said, "Follow me..." As he walked into a lamppost.
The 3 Monkees and 99 followed Max back to the club where they got their cars and went to control HQ.

Meanwhile, Micky was still riding in the car with Dr. Yes and his men. Micky had told them about the robbery, but had no idea why he didn't laugh like the others.
"You didn't smell anything?" Dr. Yes asked him.
"No, nothing." Micky replied, "Why is this so important?"
"I want to know why you were immune." Dr. Yes replied, "Because if Control discovers why, they might make an antidote, and I will not have that!" Doctor yes looked out the window and noticed they were getting close to the hideout. He ordered Burt to blindfold Micky so he couldn't see the hideout. Burt quickly obeyed and soon Dr. Yes' car went into the garage of the abandoned factory.
The car stopped and Micky, still blindfolded, was taken out of the car and walked into another room. There, he was tied to a chair and his blindfold removed.
Looking around, Micky could see he was now by himself in a bare room with just a light bulb hanging from the ceiling. Testing his bonds and getting nowhere, Micky hoped that somehow Max, 99 and his friends would find him.

Max, 99 and the other 3 Monkees quickly ran back to the Trocodero. Ninety-nine explained as much as she could to the manager about what had happened. Luckily, he was understanding and let Mike, Peter and Davy leave.
Following Max and 99 in the Monkeemobile, Mike, Peter and Davy went into town and pulled up in front of an ordinary office building.
"Is this it?" Mike asked Max as everyone got out of their cars.
"Yes, this is the California branch of Control." Max told him, "Control's main office is in Washington D.C."
The two Control agents led them over to the side of the building where there was a telephone booth. Max stepped inside, put a dime in the phone and dialed a number. A second later, Max dropped through a trapdoor in the booth!
"Where did he go?" Davy asked 99.
"Into Control HQ." The agent replied with a smile, "Don't worry, he'll be back."
Suddenly, the cement slab they were standing on started to slide back. Mike, Peter and Davy jumped off, but 99 calmly stood still. When the slab was all the way back, Max rose up from the hole via a platform.
"Going down?" Max asked.
The 3 Monkees and 99 walked onto the platform and it began to slowly descend into the earth. The cement slab rolled back over them. A few seconds later, the group was standing in a bright corridor. Waiting for them was a middle-aged man wearing a brown suit.
"Hello, Larabee." Max said, "Where's the Chief?"
"He's waiting for all of you in the lab, Max." Larabee replied, then looked at Mike, Peter and Davy.
"You three promise not to tell anyone what you've just seen or will see?"
"We promise." Peter replied.
Larabee nodded and led the group over to the lab.

After walking some distance in identical hallways, Larabee stopped and opened a door simply marked 'Lab'. Max, 99, Mike, Peter and Davy went inside, with Larabee bringing up the rear. The group walked to the back of the lab. Peter kept looking around at all the equipment.
"Wow what groovy stuff." He thought to himself.
"Here we are chief." Max said as he walked over to his boss.
The Chief was an older bald-headed man with gray hair around the edges. He turned from the lab table he was hunched over to look at Max.
"Hi Max, 99." He said, "I'm glad all of you came quickly." He looked over at the three Monkees.
"Hello boys, I'm the chief of Control." He said, "I'm sorry about your friend, but there have been a few breakthroughs in the case."
"What have you found out, chief?" Ninety-nine asked.
"Our doctors examined several of the laughing victims in this case and could find absolutely nothing wrong with them." The chief replied. "Whatever made them laugh, left no trace in their bodies."
"So why did they laugh and not Micky?" Mike asked.
"I can answer that." Another man replied, walking over. He wearing a white lab coat and held a clipboard in his hand. "When the people checked out ok, we started to examine their clothing."
"What did you find, Dr. Schnitzel?" Ninety-nine asked.
"We found minute traces of a coating of a gas called XZ89 on their clothes."
"I've heard of that." Max replied, "It's a form of laughing gas."
"So it was a gas that made them laugh." Davy said.
"Yes, but a stronger version of that gas. We did tests and organic clothing like cotton or wool helped absorb the gas into the pores of the skin." The doc replied, indicating the clothing on the lab table.
"That still doesn't explain why Micky was immune." Peter said.
"Yes, I'm puzzled by that too." The doctor replied, "Unless your friend wasn't wearing cotton."
"I think he was wearing his psychedelic shirt yesterday." Davy said.
"And that's made of polyester." Peter said, "I know because I bought it for him for his birthday."
"Polyester repels the gas because it doesn't let it through to the skin?" Ninety-nine guessed.
"That could be it, agent 99." The doctor told her.
"So we might've solved that mystery," Said Davy, "But how do we find Micky?"
"I think I have an answer to that too." Doctor Schnitzel replied.

Meanwhile, Micky was still tied to a chair in Dr. Yes's hideout. He had given up trying to get free when he got the urge to giggle.
Micky tried to hold it in...This was no laughing matter. But the more he tried to hold it in, the stronger the urge. Micky began to giggle, and then laugh. Finally, Micky was laughing so hard he thought his sides would burst. After what seemed like an eternity, Micky was able to get his laughter under control and he put his head down on his chest, trying to get his breath back.

The door to Micky's room opened and Dr. Yes and Ernie walked in. The doctor pulled Micky's head up by his hair and forced the Monkee to look up at him.
"So now you are laughing." The doctor said angrily. "Why didn't you laugh before?"
"I don't know, honest!" Micky cried desperately.
Doctor Yes released Micky's hair and began to pace around the room. "I must find out why this is happening." He said to Ernie.
"What will you do now, Doctor?" Ernie asked.
The doctor stopped pacing and looked at Micky.
"I must do more experiments." He said, smiling evilly.
Micky gulped audibly at that.
"Take him to my lab." Dr. Yes told Ernie.

Back at Control HQ, Dr. Schnitzel led the group over to another table.
"Micky would've loved this place." Peter remarked, as he looked at all the machinery and lab equipment. He then spotted a small black box with a red button on top.
"Hey, what does this machine do?" He said, pushing the button.
"NO, don't touch that!" Dr. Schnitzel yelled.
Suddenly, everyone in the room rose into the air and began to float!
"That's the experimental anti-gravity ray!" Dr. Schnitzel said. "Push the button again!"
But the anti-gravity ray machine was floating too and Peter could not reach it. Another floating man, tall, muscular with short black hair, reached over and shut the machine off. Everyone crashed down to the ground.
"Thanks, Hymie." The Chief said.
"You are welcome, Chief." Hymie replied.
"Is everyone alright?" Max asked, helping 99 up.
"We're fine, Max." Davy said.
"Sorry about that, Chief." Peter said.
"It's ok, Peter." The Chief replied, wondering to himself if Peter was somehow related to Max.
Doctor Schnitzel picked a black cloth sack up off the floor and placed it on the table again. Hymie put the box back on the table.
"This sack was used in the latest robbery." He said, "We traced its manufacturer to the Sew Perfect Material company.

“How did you do that?" Davy asked.
"It was written on a tag inside the sack." The Chief replied.
"Oh." Was all Davy could say to that.
"But that company has been closed for years, Chief." Ninety-nine said.
"True, 99." The Chief replied, "But it is still used as a garment warehouse for the local department stores."
"So if the sack came from there, that's where this Dr. Yes fella might be hiding?" Asked Mike.
"Yes, that's possible. I immediately put surveillance on the building and I'm getting reports of a lot of activity coming from there." The chief replied.
"What do you want us to do then, chief?" Max asked.
"I want you and 99 to go there, posing as delivery people and find out what's going on." The Chief replied. "Hymie will come with you."
"What about us?" Mike asked. "We want to help."
"Yeah, Micky's our friend, Mr. Chief." Peter put in.
"I'm sorry boys," The chief replied, shaking his head, "This is too dangerous. I can't risk the lives of innocent civilians."
"Well, we've done things like this before." Davy said, "We disguised ourselves as waiters once to stop the Purple Flower gang."
"And Micky once took the place of Baby Face Morales to find out where he hid stolen money." Mike added.
"You're the ones who helped put the Purple Flower Gang behind bars?" The chief asked incredulously.
Mike, Peter and Davy all nodded.
"That's all very well, but still..." The chief hedged.
"Please, Mr. Chief!" Peter cried, "We want to save Micky!" He walked over to the Chief, but as he did so, he knocked the anti-gravity box onto the floor. It activated, sending everyone into the air once again!
Peter, Mike and Davy all floated over and surrounded the chief, begging for a chance to help.
"Ok, ok!" The chief shouted, "Just as long as you three are out of my hair!"
"You don't have much hair, Chief." Max said.
"Somebody shut that box off!" The chief yelled, glaring at Max.
This time 99 managed to snag the box and shut it off, sending everyone back to the floor. After picking himself up, the chief ordered Max, 99, Hymie and the three Monkees to get ready to go on the assignment.
When they all left, the Chief turned to Dr. Schnitzel.
"Your next assignment is to see if Peter Tork is somehow related to Max." He said.

Max, Mike, Peter and Davy went into another room and pulled on blue coveralls with a Stacy's department store logo on the front. Then, they put on fake mustaches and hats.
A minute later, 99 walked in, wearing a conservative dress suit and wearing a pair of glasses.
"The chief decided that I should go as a buyer for Stacy's department store." She said.
"That's fine." Max replied.
"Are we ready to go?" Ninety-nine replied.
"We're just waiting for Hymie to charge up, 99." Max replied.
"Charge up?" Davy asked. "What do you mean by that?"
"He means Hymie needs to get his battery charged so he'll be at full function, Davy." Ninety-Nine replied.
"You mean Hymie's a robot?" Mike asked.
Just then, Hymie walked into the room, wearing a jumpsuit but no mustache.
"Yes, I am a fully functional cybernetic being." Hymie replied. He zipped down his jumpsuit a little and opened a hatch on his chest. Mike, Peter and Davy could see a little of the electronic circuits and computer chips inside him.
"Groovy." Peter said in awe.
"Thank you." Hymie replied, and zipped himself up again.
"Hymie's been very useful in several of our cases." Max said, patting the robot on its shoulder. "He's very strong and fast and makes a great cup of coffee."
The Chief and Larabee now walked into the room.
"Is everyone ready?" The chief asked.
"All ready, chief." Max replied.
"Good. There is a van waiting in the garage for you. It's been painted with the Stacy's department store logo." The Chief said, "Hymie, you'll stay with the van while Max and 99 go inside the warehouse and look for Micky."
"Yes Chief." Hymie replied.
"What about us?" Mike asked.
"You three are going to play the roles of delivery men." The chief replied, "Whatever the people working in the warehouse tell you to take, you bring it back to the van. Try not to bring attention on yourselves so Max and 99 can do their job."
"What do we do if we find Micky, Chief?" Ninety-nine asked.
"Call us with your lipstick phone, 99." The chief replied. "We'll send back up in right away."
"Is that all we're going to do?" Davy asked, "Be delivery men?"
"Yes, and that's ALL I want you three to do." The Chief said firmly, "Chaos is a ruthless organization who won't hesitate to use violence to get their way. That's why all of you will be in danger."
"And...loving it." Max said slowly, a smile on his face.
Mike, Peter, Davy, 99 and Hymie nodded in agreement.

On the way over to the warehouse, Max and 99 briefed Mike, Peter and Davy on what to do.
"Those jumpsuits you're wearing are polyester." Ninety-nine told them, so if you're exposed to any gas, it shouldn't affect you."
"But just in case, here are some masks." Max said, holding out three small clips.
"Those are masks?" Davy asked, "They look more like clothespins."
"In our business, Davy." Ninety-Nine replied, "Everything has to be small and discreet.
Mike, Peter and Davy nodded and took the mini-masks from Max's hand.
"We're almost there." Hymie said from the driver's seat.
"Ready, fellas?" Max asked Mike, Peter and Davy.
"Ready, Max." Peter said, swallowing.
"Ready, 99?" Max asked her.
"Always, Max." Ninety-Nine replied with a smile.
Max gave 99 a peck on the cheek as Hymie drove up to the front gate. Ninety-Nine climbed into the passenger seat next to Hymie. A bored-looking guard came over to the van.
"Can I help you?" The guard asked.
"Yes, we've come to pick up a consignment of clothing." Hymie told him.
The guard looked at the clipboard in his hand.

"You're not scheduled to come here until next week." He said.
"We should have been here yesterday." Agent 99 replied tersely, "But the clothing we ordered did not come in until late last night."
"So now we are here for the clothing." Hymie replied.
"I don't know about any late shipments." The guard insisted.
"Were you here late last night?" Ninety-Nine asked.
"No, but..."
"Then how do you know a shipment did not come in?" Hymie asked.
"Well..." The guard started to say.
"Let us in, or I'll tell your boss you prevented us from picking up the clothing we need for our spring line." Ninety-Nine said. "I don't think he'd like it if Stacy's department store stored their clothes somewhere else."
"Oh no, go right in." The guard said quickly. He pushed a button inside the door of his guardhouse and the gate slid open.
Hymie nodded at the guard and drove the van inside to one of the loading docks.
When the van had backed up into the dock, Max told Hymie to stay where he was and then opened the back door. Ninety-Nine got out of the front passenger seat and walked up a set of metal stairs to get to the dock.
As Max, Mike, Peter and Davy got out, they were met Burt, of all people.
"What's all this?" He demanded, "A pickup at night?"
"Well, if the clothes we had ordered had come in earlier we wouldn't be here so late." Ninety-Nine replied. "We have to get our spring line ready by tomorrow morning."
"You look familiar." Burt said, studying her.
"I'll bet you say that to all the women." Ninety-Nine replied, "Now can we see the clothes?"
"Very well." Burt replied with a sigh. "This way."
Burt led the group over to the main part of the warehouse where there was racks upon racks of clothing and boxes of fabric. Everyone was glad they were wearing disguises.
"Now, what section are your clothes in?" Burt asked.
"Um...that section." Ninety-nine replied, pointing to an area over to the right.
"Over there?" Burt asked, "That's where Duke and Sawyer Department store has there clothes. I know since I helped put them there myself."
"Well, I guess they've moved things around since I was last here." Ninety-Nine replied. "Show us where the Stacy's clothes are."
Burt shrugged and led them over to the left, where there were several racks of clothes all wrapped in cellophane.
"Here you are." Burt announced. "Where's your order sheet?"
Ninety-Nine handed him a piece of paper with a list of clothing that needed to be delivered. Burt looked it over and then back at 99.
"Alright, your men can start loading this stuff up." He said with a smile, "I gotta process this." He walked away.
"Thank you." Ninety-nine replied, relieved.
Max nodded at the three Monkees and they began to push a rack of clothes back over to the van.
"Let's look around, 99." Max whispered to her. "We don't have much time."
"Right, Max."
The two Control agents began to wonder around the area, looking for a secret door or anything suspicious. They turned a corner...only to be confronted by Burt, Ernie and two other factory workers.
"Looking for something?" Burt asked.
"I need to go to the ladies room." Ninety-nine smiled.
"It's right behind you." Burt replied.
"Oh thank you." Ninety-nine said, turning to go.
"Just a moment, miss." Burt said.
"What's the matter?" Ninety-nine asked.
"The order sheet you gave me doesn't add up to what your men are taking out to the van." Burt said. "I also took the liberty of calling Stacy's up and they said they never send a van over at night."
"So that means you're either thieves...or Control agents." Ernie finished.
"How dare you insult us!" Max exclaimed, placing a hand on one of the clothing racks. He looked at 99. "Let's go back to the van."
"You and your friends are going nowhere." Burt said as he and the men with him pulled out guns. "I think Dr. Yes would like to talk to you."
"Tell Dr. Yes...No!" Max shouted. At that, he shoved the clothing rack he had put his hand on at the men. It crashed into them, knocking them down. The two control agents ran off.
"Stop them!" Ernie shouted, "Sound the alarm!"
Burt got up and fired at Max and 99. Max pulled out his gun and returned fire as a siren began to wail.

Back at the dock, Mike, Peter and Davy were about to load up the rack of clothes into the van when they heard the alarm.
"Uh oh, trouble." Davy said.
"Get into the van." Hymie ordered, "We may have to leave in a hurry."
The three Monkees quickly obeyed. Hymie got out of the van to see if he could spot Max and 99. Finally, he did spot them, running toward the van, Chaos agents right behind.
Suddenly, as Max and 99 ran, a cargo net fell on them from above. It knocked the two control agents to the ground. Hymie began to run over to Max and 99, knocking chaos agents aside as if they were toys.
"Hymie, no!" Max yelled, "Get out of here, save the others!"
Before Hymie could respond, a chaos agent, realizing what Hymie was, had taken a forklift and now crashed it into the robot.
Taken by surprise, Hymie was knocked over and the forklift driver pressed the forks down on him. Hymie grabbed the forks and began to bend them up when Burt spoke up.
"I'd stop that if I were you, mister." He said, "Unless you'd like your friends to die."
Hymie looked to see Max and 99 being held at gunpoint. With a look of resignation, Hymie let go of the forks.
"That's better." Burt said, then looked at his fellow agents. "Where's the other three guys?"
"They're not in the van. Must've run away." A man replied, "We'll get them soon enough."
"Let's go." A chaos agent told Max, poking him in the back with his gun. "And keep your hands up."
"Any trouble from you." Burt told Hymie, "And your partners get it, got it?"
"Yes." Hymie said stiffly.
"Good, let's go." Burt told him.
They led the three Control agents away.

After Max, 99 and Hymie had been marched away, Mike, Peter and Davy came out of their hiding place from underneath the van.
"That was close." Mike whispered.
"Poor Max, 99 and Hymie." Peter said sadly, tears in his eyes.
"It looks like it's up to us now, fellas." Davy said.

"Please stop it! HAHAHA!" Micky begged, "I can't stand it!"
Doctor Yes ignored Micky and continued to tickle Micky's foot with a feather.
Micky was strapped to a gurney in Dr. Yes's lab. Once there, Dr. Yes tickled the helpless drummer in several places, and now he had moved onto Micky's bare feet. Finally, Dr. Yes stopped his tickling and wrote something down on his clipboard.
"It seems you are very ticklish, Mr. Dolenz." The doc told him, "Then why didn't you laugh at the bank?"
"For the 100th time I don't know!" Micky exclaimed, "I just went into the bank to cash a check when your goons came in and robbed the place!"
"There must be something in your brain, then." Doctor Yes replied, "Perhaps some brain scans..."
The doc was then interrupted by one of his men running in.
"Doctor Yes, sir!" The man said.
"What is it?" Dr. Yes demanded, annoyed.
"We captured three Control agents trying to poke around the warehouse, Doctor." The man replied.
Micky's heart sank at the news and he closed his eyes. The doctor, however, was pleased.
"Very good!" He said, "Bring them in."
The man went out and a minute later, Max, 99 and Hymie were led into the lab at gunpoint. They immediately spotted Micky.
"Micky, are you alright?" Max asked.
"Yeah, if he'd quit tickling me." Micky replied.
"You fiend." Ninety-nine said, while Max and Hymie nodded.
Doctor Yes chuckled and looked at Burt and Ernie.
"Is this all of them?" He asked.
"Three others escaped sir." Burt replied, "But we're looking for them."
Micky brightened up at that information. The three others were no doubt Mike, Peter and Davy. If they were still free, then maybe they all had a chance.
"When you find them, bring them here." Dr. Yes ordered.
"Yes, Doctor." A man replied, then left the lab.
Doctor Yes turned to the Control agents.
"So you found out my little hideaway, hmmm?" He asked, "That's too bad for you."

Meanwhile, Mike, Peter and Davy were searching around the warehouse, looking for Dr. Yes's lab. They still had their mustaches on, but had taken off their Stacey jumpsuits and were wearing their own clothes on now.
"This place is big." Mike said, looking around.
Suddenly, they heard footsteps and the three Monkees dove through a rack of clothes. A few seconds later, several armed Chaos men came by, poking their arms through the racks, looking for the guys.
One man stuck his arm through the rack where Mike, Peter and Davy were hiding. It just missed Davy's head by an inch. The arm moved around a bit, then withdrew as the agent moved to another rack.
When the coast was clear, the three men came out.
"Finally an advantage to being short." Davy muttered.
"Let's keep looking." Peter said, "We don't know what Dr. Yes will do to the others."
Mike and Davy nodded and made their way over to a wall.
"How we gonna find them?" Davy asked.
"Yeah, it's not like they'll have a sign or something over a secret door." Mike replied.
"Look at this, guys." Peter said, pointing.
The guys saw a small sign that read, "Lab".
"Well this helps things out." Davy remarked.
"Where's the door?" Peter asked, feeling the wall.
Suddenly, the wall slid open, revealing a hallway.
"I think that answers your question, Peter." Mike said.
Quickly, the three Monkees stepped inside and the door slid shut. Moving along, the guys found another door and went inside. It turned out to be a lounge area for the agents.
Mike spotted the clothes hanging on racks along the wall.
"Fellas, I'm getting an idea." He smiled.
Peter and Davy joined him and listened.

"So you're Dr. Yes." Max told the scientist, "Can't say it's a pleasure."
"Oh, but it is a pleasure to finally meet Maxwell Smart, alias agent 86 and his companion agent 99." Dr. Yes replied with a sly smile.
"You know about us?" Ninety-nine replied.
"Of course." Dr. Yes said, "Wherever Chaos is, you two are sure to be around. I even know about your robot." He said, indicating Hymie.
The doctor walked over to Max and ripped off his mustache.
"Ow!" Max exclaimed.
"It will give me great joy to have you both executed." Dr. Yes said, "You've been a thorn in our side for much too long."
"What about me?" Hymie asked.
"I'll have you sent to Chaos HQ so you can be studied and duplicated." Dr. Yes replied, "Then Chaos will have robots to do their bidding."
"Your agents' union won't like that." Max said.
"Neither will I." Hymie added.
"But this will all happen after I figure out why this young man here did not laugh from my gas yesterday, but did so earlier." Dr. Yes continued, then looked sharply at Max and 99, "Unless you already know the answer."
"We don't know why either." Max replied.
"Even if we did, we wouldn't help you." Ninety-nine said.
"Yeah, we'd never tell you about the clothing..." Max started to say, but 99 stamped on his foot.
"What about the clothing?" Dr. Yes asked instantly.
"I just bought a new dress yesterday." Ninety-nine said.
"Really, what color, 99?" Max asked.
"What about the clothing?" Dr. Yes demanded once again, walking over to the two Control agents. "I must know! I'm going to rob the Federal Reserve and Mint in San Francisco soon and I must know!"
Max, 99 and Hymie stayed silent. Doctor Yes looked at them for a long moment and then walked back over to Micky.
"Torturing you two would get me nowhere." The doctor said, "But I could make Mr. Dolenz here very uncomfortable if you don't start talking."
Micky lifted his head and looked at Max and 99, terror in his face. The control agents looked back at him, anguish in their faces. Doctor Yes picked up a scalpel...
Suddenly, three men wearing white surgical gowns and masks over their faces strode into the room.
"What is the meaning of this?" Dr. Yes demanded. "Who are you?"
"Who are we?" One of the men asked in surprise, "I'm Dr. Howard, this is Dr. Fine and this is Dr. Howard." He said, indicating the men next to him, "We're from Chaos Headquarters sent here to find out what's the holdup."
"Yes, why haven't you been robbing more banks?" Dr. Fine said with a British accent, "The boss wants his money."
"I've been trying to find out why this man didn't laugh during my last robbery." Dr. Yes replied.
"And have you?" The other Dr. Howard asked.
"No, not yet, but I will." Dr. Yes stated emphatically.
"Well, we can't wait that long." The first Dr. Howard said, "We'll take him back to Chaos HQ ourselves along with these Control agents and find out for ourselves."
The three doctors began to pull Micky's gurney out the door.
"Just a minute!" Dr. Yes cried, "This is my prisoner. I will experiment on him." He pulled the gurney back into the room.
"Well, we're from Chaos HQ." Dr. Fine replied, "So we take precedence over what you want."
"And we'll take the prisoner too." The second Dr. Howard added.
This tug of war with Micky's gurney went back and forth for several minutes...until the first Dr. Howard's mask slipped off his face...to reveal none other than Mike!
"Hey doc, that's one of Dolenz's friends!" Burt exclaimed.
"What!" Doctor Yes cried.
Mike, Peter and Davy gave a hard yank and pulled Micky's gurney out of Dr. Yes's grip. The doctor fell to the floor as the three Monkees took Micky away.
"Stop them!" Doctor Yes yelled to his men. "Don't let them get away!"
Burt and Ernie chased after the Monkees, with Dr. Yes right behind them.
Max, 99 and Hymie used this distraction to attack the remaining guards. Within seconds, the Chaos men were unconscious and the three agents were in hot pursuit of the four Monkees.

Mike, Peter and Davy ran and pushed Micky's gurney down the halls of Dr. Yes's hideout, knocking chaos agents over and basically destroying anything in their path. Davy climbed aboard the gurney and tried to free Micky.
"I'm so glad to see you three!" Micky exclaimed.
Just then, shots rang out over their heads as Dr. Yes, Ernie and Burt fired at them.
"Don't thank us yet, mate." Davy replied, ducking down, "We're still in trouble."

Max, 99 and Hymie were chasing after Dr. Yes and his men, firing the weapons they had taken from the guards. The doctor began firing back at the Control agents.
"Ninety-Nine, call the Chief, tell him what's happening and to bring in the backup." Max told her.
"Right, Max." Ninety-Nine replied, slowing down and ducking to the side.

Meanwhile, the Monkees were heading for a set of double doors. They crashed through and found themselves in an elevator lobby. Fortunately, the elevator had just opened and Mike and Peter pushed the gurney inside. Mike pushed the 'up' button just as Dr. Yes and his men came through the double doors.
The elevator doors closed just in time and Dr. Yes and his men pounded futilely at the doors. Just then, a second elevator next to the first opened and Dr. Yes and his men rushed in and shut the door just as Max and Hymie came inside.
The robot pulled open the elevator doors, but the car had started to go up, so there was only an open elevator shaft in front of the two men.
"We gotta follow them, Hymie." Max said, looking up at the ascending car.
"Climb onto my back, Max." Hymie said.
"Why, Hymie?" Max asked.
"Just do it, you will see." Hymie replied.
Max climbed onto Hymie's back, and with a graceful leap, the robot grabbed the elevator cable beneath the car. The two men were carried up inside the shaft.

Meanwhile, inside the Monkees elevator, Davy had freed Micky and now Mike and Peter were explaining how it was Micky's polyester clothing that prevented the laughing gas from working on him.
"But now, I'm wearing a cotton shirt so that's why I laughed earlier?" Micky asked, pulling his shoes back on.
"That's right, Micky." Mike replied.
The elevator bell chimed and the doors opened...and the Monkees found themselves surrounded by several armed Chaos men.
"Oh no." Peter whispered.
Davy reached for the door button, but one of the Chaos men said, "I wouldn't do that if I were you. Our bullets can travel faster than that door would close."
Davy pulled his hand back from the door button.
"Now, come out of there." A Chaos agent ordered.
With a look of defeat, the Monkees obeyed.
Just then, the second elevator opened and out stepped Dr. Yes, Ernie and Burt.
"Very good men." Dr. Yes smiled, "Very well done."
"How did your men know where to find us?" Mike asked.
"Very simple." Dr. Yes smiled, "While I was in the elevator, I radioed them to meet you when your elevator reached the top floor." He walked over to the quartet.

“The four of you are interesting adversaries.” He continued, "If I didn't know better, I'd think you four are Control agents too."
"Speaking of which, they'll find us and stop you." Davy said.
"Yes, you're right." Dr. Yes replied, "Maxwell Smart and that robot were right behind us. Perhaps I need to send a little deterrent back their way."
The doctor pulled a small brown packet out of his pocket, pulled a string on its side and threw it into the elevator car he had just ridden. Reaching into the car, he pushed the down button. The elevator doors closed and began to descend back down into the hideout under the warehouse.
"What was that?" Micky asked.
"That was just a small dose of my acid gas." Dr. Yes replied, "When the doors open again, those control agents will be very sorry they tangled with Dr. Yes!"

Max and Hymie were still under the elevator car when it began to descend! Moreover, the elevator car was starting to fill with gas...

Max looked down in horror as the bottom of the elevator shaft came rapidly up to meet him and Hymie. He knew Hymie would probably survive, but he would be crushed.
Hymie looked down and realized the same thing. He began to climb the cable under the car and soon they were underneath elevator floor.

Meanwhile, after following the line of injured and unconscious chaos men, 99 arrived at the elevators. She pushed the elevator button to go up, not realizing that acid gas would come out at her if the doors opened...

With a mighty shove of his hand, Hymie put a hole in the floor of the car. He was about to push Max through, when his sensors detected the gas.
"Grab the cable, Max." Hymie ordered.
Max did what Hymie said and the robot climbed into the car alone. Very quickly, Hymie pushed the emergency stop button and the car came to an abrupt halt. Max nearly lost his grip on the cable, but managed to hang on.
"Stay there, Max." Hymie said.
"What's going on, Hymie?" Max asked.
Hymie didn't answer, he just pulled open the car's doors and found that the car was near a set of outer elevator doors. The robot quickly pulled those doors open too, grabbed the gas-spewing packet from the floor, and threw it into the empty waiting area. Then, taking a slow, deep breath, Hymie sucked in the gas and blew out of the elevator doors. Only when the car was clear did he pull Max up from the cable.
"Poison gas, Max." Hymie said slowly, "I inhaled and blew it out...now my circuits..."
Max looked at Hymie's face and could see where the gas had burned away part of the robot's face, showing the metal plates underneath.
"You saved my life, Hymie." Max said, patting his shoulder, "Thank you. Go into sleep mode and save your strength. We'll get you back to HQ and you'll be as good as new."
Hymie nodded and shut his eyes. Max could hear Hymie's motors slowing down. Agent 86 then released the emergency button and the elevator continued down.
When the doors opened, Max found a relieved 99 waiting for him.
"Oh Max." Ninety-Nine cried, giving him a hug, "Are you alright?"
"Yes, thanks to Hymie." Max replied, returning the hug. "I told him to go into sleep mode. Did you contact the Chief?"
"Yes, he said backup will be coming in soon."
"That's good, 99." Max replied, "Now we gotta find the Monkees and hope they're ok."

Doctor Yes pushed the stop button on the other car, thus making sure nobody would follow.
"There, I think we're safe for now." The doctor said.
"Doctor, I think we should get going." Ernie told him, "Those control agents no doubt have called for reinforcements by now."
"Unfortunately, you're right." Dr. Yes replied, "This hideout has been compromised. Load up the vans with as much money and gas canisters you can find. We'll go back to Chaos' HQ."
"What about them?" Burt asked, pointing to the Monkees.
"Yeah, what about us?" Peter asked.
"I think I'll take the four of you along as hostages." Dr. Yes replied, "In case anything goes awry." He turned to his men.
"Take them away."
The warehouse became a flurry of motion as the Chaos men prepared to abandon the hideout Several men began to load up some of the vans with canisters of gas while others were loaded up with the stolen money from the banks.
Doctor Yes walked over to one of the vans and watched as his laughing gas and several sacks of money were loaded inside. The Monkees were led over to him under guard and they watched as the van was loaded up.
"Why do we need all of them, Doc?" Burt asked, "Let's just take the fuzzy-haired one."
"Where Micky goes, we go." Mike said. Davy and Peter nodded their heads.
"You're in no position to demand..." Dr. No snapped, when he was interrupted by sirens. One of his men ran over.
"Doctor Yes!" He shouted, "It's Control! They're busting through the front gate!"
"Everybody into the vans!" Dr. Yes shouted and motioned to the Monkees. "You heard me. Inside."
Prodded by Burt and Ernie's guns, the Monkees climbed inside the van, followed by Ernie and Burt. Just as Dr. Yes was about to get in, he heard a male voice call out to him.
"Doctor Yes!"
The doctor turned to see Max and 99 come running after them. He pulled out his gun and fired a shot at the Control agents. Max and 99 returned fire, but by then, the Dr. Yes was inside the van and had slammed the back doors shut. With a screech of tires, the van left the loading area.
"We're too late, Max." Ninety-nine said sadly.
As she was speaking, several Control agents, led by the Chief and Larabee, came charging into the area. The Control agents quickly rounded up any Chaos men that had been left behind. The Chief ran over to his agents.
"Are you two alright?" He asked, "Where's Hymie?"
"He's damaged, Chief." Max replied, "And Dr. Yes has the Monkees in one of those vans that drove away."
"Don't worry, we have the place surrounded." The Chief replied, "He won't get off the lot."
"Hey Chief!" Larabee yelled, running over.
"What is it, Larabee?" The Chief asked.
"I just word that we got all the vans as they tried to get out of the gates...except one." Larabee said, "That one crashed through the fence and escaped."
"How much you want to bet that that's the van with Dr. Yes and the Monkees inside?" Ninety-nine asked.
"How about five dollars?" Max replied.
"I'll bet ten." Larabee said.
"I believe 99 was asking a rhetorical question, you two." The chief snapped, "Max, 99 get after them."
"Right Chief." Max said, "C'mon, 99."
Max and 99 ran over to the van they had originally arrived in. Max started the ignition, floored the gas and the van took off.

Dawn was just breaking over the horizon as Max drove the Control van through the broken fence and onto the road. Ninety-nine quickly pushed a button on the dashboard and the dashboard and the panels around the steering wheel flipped back, revealing high-tech equipment.
Next, 99 pushed another button and a small radar screen came on. Fortunately, there was little traffic at that hour, so 99 was quickly able to locate Dr. Yes's van.
"I found him, Max." Ninety-Nine said.
"Where, 99?" Max replied.
"Turn left at the next intersection and he'll be ½ mile ahead." She replied.
"Right, 99." Max said.
"No, I said left, Max." Ninety-Nine repeated.
"Yes, right, 99." Max said.
"Turn left, Max!" Ninety-nine said, exasperated.
Max and 99 were so busy arguing, Max missed the turn.

Meanwhile, Dr. Yes, Ernie, Burt and the Monkees were sitting in the back of Dr. Yes's van. The doctor, Ernie and Burt on one side, the Monkees on the other. Ernie and Burt had their guns trained on the musicians.
"When we get back to Chaos headquarters," The Doctor snarled at the quartet, "You'll be sorry you messed with me!"
"Hey man, it's not my fault your goons robbed the bank I was in." Micky retorted.
"Yeah, and it wasn't Micky's fault he happened to be wearing polyester that day either." Peter put in.
"Peter..." Mike muttered to him.
"What does polyester have to do with this?" Dr. Yes asked.
The Monkees looked at each other, but said nothing.
"I asked you a question, boy." Dr. Yes said slowly, "Answer or your little friend gets it." He said, pointing at Davy.
"Control found out Polyester resists your laughing gas." Peter said, gulping.
"What?" Dr. Yes exclaimed, "How can that be?"
"Because it's synthetic." Mike replied, "Wool, cotton and other natural fibers help absorb the gas into peoples' skins and so they laugh."
"Micky was wearing a polyester shirt and trousers," Davy added, "So he didn't laugh."
Doctor Yes looked at the Monkees for a long moment, taking in what they had just told him. After what seemed like an eternity to the guys, the doctor finally spoke.
"So that's the reason." He said with a chuckle, "All those years of study and a long-haired weirdo finds the weakness of one of my greatest inventions."
"Yeah, that's the way the ball bounces." Micky smirked.
"That's the way the cookie crumbles." Mike said.
"That the way the bough breaks." Davy said next.
"That's the way..." Peter began.
"Shut up!" Dr. Yes shouted at them, "Or I'll have you thrown out of this moving van!"
Just then, the driver called back to his boss.
"Doctor Yes, we got company!" He cried.
The doctor looked out the back windows to see a van gaining on them. He had no doubt as to who was driving. Eyes narrowing, he turned to Ernie and Burt.
"Watch them." He said, "Any false moves...shoot them."
Doctor Yes got up and went to sit in the front passenger seat next to the driver. He pushed a button on the dashboard and it flipped back to reveal Chaos' own high-tech gadgets.
"I think it's time to end this merry chase, Mr. Smart." Dr. Yes smiled. He pushed a red button on the dash.

Max and 99 had finally straightened out their misunderstanding and were finally back on Dr. Yes' trail.
"There they are, Max!" Ninety-Nine said.
"I wonder if they know we're following." Max wondered.
That question was answered when a small missile shot out of the tailpipe of Dr. Yes's van and headed straight for them!
"Max, watch out!" Ninety-nine yelled.
Max swerved the van just in time. The missile scraped the paint on the side of their van, then careened into a mailbox. The mailbox exploded in a flash of light.
"The Chief isn't going to like the van getting damaged." Max muttered, looking at the damage in his rear-view mirror.
"I don't think the Post Office is going to be very happy either, Max." Ninety-nine added.
"Well, let's see how Dr. Yes likes a taste of his own medicine." Max said, reaching for a button.
"No, Max!" Ninety-Nine exclaimed, "The Monkees are in that van."
"That's right, 99." Max replied, "Let's try something else."
Max flipped a switch next to the steering wheel. Suddenly, the van was filled with rock music.
"That's the radio, Max." Ninety-nine said, flipping the switch back.
"Oh, I liked that song, 99." Max pouted.
"Max..." Ninety-nine warned.
"Oh yeah, the van." Max remembered. He flipped another switch and two small guns came out from under the headlights.
Agent 99 locked them on target using the radar screen.
"Locked in, Max!" She said.
Max hit an orange button and several darts flew out of the guns. They hit the back tires of Dr. Yes's van. Seconds later, the tires blew, causing the van to lose control.

Inside Dr. Yes's van, the driver was struggling to maintain control.
"Our back tires are gone, doc!" He yelled.
"Keep going!" Dr. Yes shouted at him, "We can't let them catch us!"
The Monkees, Ernie and Burt were hanging on to the sides of the van, trying not to be thrown around. Suddenly, when the van was trying to go around a bend, it skidded and fell onto to its left side, the side the Monkees were sitting.
Ernie and Burt went flying across to the Monkees, who didn't hesitate to attack the two. The Doctor's henchmen were tough, but it was four against two and soon Ernie and Burt were out for the count.
Doctor Yes climbed shakily out the window of his door. The driver was unconscious. The Doctor stood on his van and looked at the Control Van making its way over to him.
"You won't get me alive, Smart!" He shouted.
Doctor Yes pulled out a gun and fired at the Control Van, the bullets tearing into the windshield. He then jumped off his van and started to run away.
But suddenly, Dr. Yes began to giggle! He tried to stop, but soon he was laughing his head off! Soon, Dr. Yes couldn't run another step, he was laughing so hard.
The Monkees opened the back doors of the van. They too were laughing very hard.
Max and 99 jumped out of their van and 99 went over to the Monkees while Max grabbed Dr. Yes.
"Are you four alright?" She asked.
"HE HEHE ha ha! Yes, we're ok." Mike laughed, "The...hahaha...gas must be leaking!"
Agent 99 quickly pulled the Monkees away from the van so they would stop laughing. From inside the van, Ernie, Burt and the driver could be heard laughing too.
"Come out of there!" Ninety-nine ordered, stifling a giggle.
Ernie, Burt and the driver crawled out of the van and into the fresh air, all still laughing.

Max quickly caught up to the laughing doctor and disarmed him. Behind them, more Control vans were coming into sight.
"Doctor Youngman Edward Smith, you're under arrest." Max said, slapping a pair of handcuffs on him.
"Curse you, Smart." Dr. Yes laughed.
"Let this be a lesson to you, Dr. Yes." Max said, as he led him over to the waiting Control vans. "He who laughs last...um, now how does that go? He who laughs last...oh yeah, he who laughs last shouldn't play with gas."

The Chief and Larabee were now with the Monkees, who had finally stopped laughing. Ninety-nine was taking Ernie, Burt and the Van's driver over to the other control men.
"Excellent work, all of you." The chief said proudly. "Doctor Yes will no longer be using his laughing gas for evil."
"That's good." Micky replied. "It'll be nice to get back to our boring daily lives."
"Oh, I don't know." Peter said, "Maybe we have a future in spy work, putting on disguises, having car chases..."
"No, Peter." The Chief said quickly, "Spy work is a highly dangerous and demanding job and only a select few have what it takes."
"Like Max?" Davy asked.
The Chief was saved from answering when Max came over to them.
"Well, it's all over, Chief." Max said, "Dr. Yes is in the prison van."
"Very good." The Chief said as 99 joined them. "I'll have recommendations sent to the president for medals for all of you."
"Oh thank you!" The Monkees cried, giving the Chief a group hug.
Larabee then took the Monkees over to another van for a checkup. There they were told Hymie had been taken back to the Control lab for repairs.

A few weeks later at the pad, a small package came in the mail. At first, the guys were hesitant to open it, fearing it was Dr. Yes's work, but when Mike noticed the Washington, D.C. return address, he opened it up.
Mike slowly opened the box to reveal four gold medals in a velvet presentation case. Davy read the note inside.
"For services rendered in the protection of the United States, Mike Nesmith, Micky Dolenz, David Jones and Peter Tork are hereby awarded these medals of valor."
"Wow, they're groovy." Peter said in awe.
"Even better, look at this!" Davy said, holding up a piece of paper. "It's a check for $1,000!"
"That'll keep Babbitt away for awhile." Micky smiled.

A few weeks after that, the Monkees were invited to play at Max and 99's wedding, which they did happily.

Doctor Yes was later sentenced to fifty years in prison.


THE END