By: Mickys411 and Lisa   Rated G

One day, the Monkees were doing some cleaning around the pad. Actually, it was spring-cleaning, so that meant extra work.
"Hey Micky,” Davy called, from cleaning under the beds.
"What's up Davy?" Micky answered.
"Remember that windbreaker you lost a few months ago?"
"Yeah."
"I think I found it, or what's left of it anyway."
Davy then handed Micky what appeared to be a dusty looking jacket with moth holes in it.
"Aw man, I can't wear it now," said Micky.
"Maybe if you sew up the moth holes, nobody will know," said Peter.
"Or you can get a new one," said Mike.
"I think that's what I'll do, after we finish cleaning up," said Micky.

About an hour or so later, the guys were done with their chores and Micky went out to buy a replacement coat.
Best of all, with change that he found while cleaning, he'll have enough to afford one.
As Micky walked down the strip to the local shop, he couldn't help but noticed something. He looked to see a young woman, getting bothered by a brawly looking man.
"I said get away from me Tim, it's over between us," said the woman.
"Come on Jenny, you always say that and we get back together," said Tim.
Micky didn't like seeing what was happening, so he approached the man.
He tapped the Tim on the shoulder, who then turned to Micky.
"What do you want punk?" Tim asked.
"I think you better leave that woman alone," said Micky.
"Listen punk, take a hike and mind your own business."
Tim then gave Micky a push.
"Hey, why don't you pick on somebody your own size," said Micky.
Tim looked around and said, “There ain’t nobody here my size."
"Maybe if you slouch a bit you'll have better luck."
Micky and the Jenny began to chuckle, but that made Tim get even angrier.
Tim then gave Micky a mighty shove, throwing him into a brick wall.
Micky hit his head, gave a slight moan, then blacked out.

Sometime later, Peter, Mike, and Davy were at the pad, getting dinner ready.
"You know, I wonder where Micky is," said Davy, setting the table.
"Yeah, he's been out for quite a long time.” said Mike, checking his watch.
"Maybe he was busy looking at so many coats, he lost track of time," said Peter, stirring something in a pot.
Mike and Davy then looked over at him with an odd stare.
"It can happen."
Just then, the phone rang.
"I'll get it," said Mike going to answer the phone.
He picked it up and talked into the receiver.
"Hell-o, said Mike, Yes, This is his band mate. What? Are you sure, when did it happen? Ok, we'll be right there. Thank you for calling, good-bye." Mike then hung up the phone.
Davy and Peter could see a changed look on Mike's face.
"Mike, what’s wrong?” Davy asked.
"Is everything ok?" asked Peter.
"Actually, it's about Micky," said Mike.

It felt like hours passed as the guys sat in the hospital waiting room.
Suddenly, a man in his 40's with grey and white hair, wearing a white lab coat approached them.
"Excuse gentlemen, I'm Doctor Collgen. Are you family or friends of Mr. Dolenz?
"We're his friends,” Mike asked him.
"Well I got some good news, according to the x-ray we took, there's nothing serious, only a bump on the back of his head.
Mike, Peter and Davy were relived.
"Thank you doctor," said Peter.
"Can we see him?" asked Davy.
"Yes,” said Doctor Collgen, “But I should tell you…"
He didn't get to finish as the guys raced pass by him. They found Micky, sitting up on an examining table.
"Hey Mick, the doctor said you're going to be fine," said Mike.
"Yeah, isn't that great?" asked Peter.
"That's great, but one thing though," said Micky.
"What is it Micky?" asked Davy.
"Who are you guys?"
Mike, Peter and Davy looked at each other, then back at Micky.
"What do you mean, 'who are you guys?’" Mike asked, "We're your friends."
"Really?" Micky asked, "I never saw you three before in my life."
"Micky, quit joking around." Davy said.
"I'm not joking." Micky replied, "I don't know who you are. I don't even know who I am, but they tell me my name is Micky Dolenz."
"Yeah, that's your name." Peter said, "And you live with us."
"Really? Where?" Micky asked.
"At our oceanfront pad on Beachwood Road." Mike said.
Micky began to laugh. "Oh that's funny!" He said, "I live in an oceanfront pad!"
"It's true!" Davy said, "And we're in a band called the Monkees."
"You play the drums." Peter added, "Don't you remember anything?"
"No, nothing." Micky said, shaking his head. "The last thing I remember is some big guy shoving me against the wall and waking up here."
Doctor Collgen then walked into the room. "Did you have any luck getting him to remember anything?" He asked.
"No, he doesn't remember us, our house or that we're in a band." Mike replied sadly. "What's going on?"
"I tried to tell you gentlemen, but you ran away before I could finish." The doctor replied, "It's seems Mr. Dolenz has amnesia brought on by the bump on the back of his head."
"Will he get his memory back?" Peter asked.
"At this stage, I don't know." The doctor replied, "It's too soon to tell. Maybe it will come back slowly or all at once."
"What's going to happen to me until then?" Micky asked.
"I believe it'll be ok to release you, since you have no other injuries." Doctor Collgen replied, "I prescribe rest and to put ice on that bump. Hopefully your memory will come back to you soon."
"You'll come home with us, Micky." Mike said, "We'll take care of you."
"I don't know about that." Micky said slowly, "I mean, you seem to be nice guys and all, but how do I know you really are my friends?"
Davy pulled out his wallet and rummaged around for a few seconds. Finally, he produced a small picture and handed it to Micky.
"Here's a photo of us when we went to Venice Beach a few months ago." Davy said.
Micky looked at the picture. It was a picture of them goofing off with one of the bodybuilders on the beach. He chuckled and handed it back to Davy.
"Yeah, it seems we do have some sort of relationship." Micky said. "Okay, I'll go home with you three."
"That's good." Dr. Collgen said, "I'll have papers for you to sign and you four can leave."

Once Mike signed the papers, Micky was discharged from the hospital.
"Now if you gentlemen have any questions or need help, just get in touch with the hospital," said Doctor Collgen.
He then took a sheet of paper from a notebook he had in his pocket, wrote something down, and then handed the paper to the guys.
"If you can’t get me here, try my home number."
"Thank you doctor," said Davy.
As Mike and Davy lead Micky out of the examining room, Peter stayed behind.
"Micky will get better won’t he?" Peter asked the doctor.
"Let's hope so," said Doctor Collgen, putting a hand on Peter's shoulder.
"Thank you," said Peter, as he took off to catch up to his friends.

When the guys got outside, they took Micky up to the car.
"What the heck is that?" Micky asked.
"It's our car," said Mike.
"Yeah, isn't she a beauty," said Davy, tapping the hood.
"It's a little bit bright," said Micky.
Just then, a thought popped into Mike's head.
"Say fellas, how ’bout on the way back to the pad, we drive Micky around to see if anything looks familiar to him," he said.
"That's a great idea," said Davy.
And the guys took off.

As they drove around, the guys pointed to clubs they played at and places they like to hang out at, but nothing seem to ring a bell to Micky. Since Micky didn't recognize any of the buildings the others pointed out to him, Mike drove the group home. Micky's eyes lit up when he saw the pad.
"Wow! We live here?" He asked.
"Yeah, for the last two years or so." Davy replied.
"Groovy." Micky smiled.
Mike unlocked the door and led the way inside. Micky's smile faded a bit at seeing the pad in such a mess.
"Could use a little cleaning." Micky remarked.
"Well, it was your turn this week to do the dusting." Mike said.
Micky didn't answer, he just went over to the bandstand and looked at the instruments.
"So I play the drums you say?" He asked the others.
"Want to give them a try?" Peter asked.
"Not now." Micky replied, "I'm kinda tired right now. Where's my bedroom?"
"Upstairs." Mike said, "You share a room with me."
Micky nodded and went up the hurricane steps and into the bedroom. Mike looked at Peter and Davy.
"I hope he gets his memory back soon." He said.

While Micky slept, Mike, Peter and Davy sat in the dinning room/kitchen and had a meeting.
"So what should we do about Micky?" asked Davy.
"Yeah, he can't remember anything," said Peter.
"Maybe we should take it one step at a time," said Mike.
"What do you mean?" asked Davy.
"What I mean is, instead of trying to get Micky's memory back by getting him to memorize everything at once, we should start one part of his life at a time."
"That just might work."
"Let's hope so," said Peter.
Just then, Micky came downstairs.
"What are you guys talking about?” He asked.
"Well, that's one thing that's changed about Micky," said Mike.
"You know, you're right," said Davy.
The guys knew that Micky was a deep sleeper, and even the loudest sound couldn't even get him up.
"Sorry if out talking woke you up Micky," said Peter.
"And we weren't talking about anything important, said Davy.
He then spotted a plate of cookies that Mrs. Purdy bought the guys the other day.
Davy took a cookie off the plate, and handed it to Micky.
"Here Micky, try one," said Davy, handing Micky the cookie.
Micky thanked Davy, accepted the cookie and took a bite.
"Hey, this is pretty good," said Micky.
"You like it?" Davy asked.
"Yeah, especially since it's a cocoanut cookie," said Mike.
"What do you mean?” Micky asked.
"You hate cocoanut," said Peter.
"I hate cocoanut?" Micky replied. "Bet this'll taste good with some milk." He walked over to the fridge.
"You don't like milk either." Mike said, "In fact, you put orange juice on you cereal."
"Orange juice on my cereal? Come on!" Micky laughed, "That's ridiculous!"
Micky poured himself a glass of milk and drank it along with his cookie.
"Are you ready to try the drums now, Micky?" Davy asked.
"Why not?" Micky replied.
The Monkees walked over to the bandstand and took their places. Micky sat on the drum stool and looked over his gear.
"Not too bad." He smiled and took a drumstick.
"Try to play something, Micky." Mike said.
Micky banged on the drums, but all he did was make a lot of noise instead of a beat.
"Micky stop!" Peter yelled. "You'll get Mr. Babbit over here!"
"Who's he?" Micky asked.
"Your landlord, that's who, smarty pants!" Mr. Babbit shouted from the doorway of the pad.
"Uh, hi Mr. Babbit." Davy said, "Sorry about the noise, Micky's trying out a new beat."
"Well, if he doesn't keep it down, you four will beat it out of here, understand?" Babbit growled.
"Yes, Mr. Babbit." Mike said.
The landlord turned on his heel and left the pad, slamming the door behind him.
"What a grouch." Micky said. "We gotta deal with him every month?"
"And whenever he feels like coming over." Peter replied.
"Well, let's try something again, Micky." Mike said, "We have a gig coming up and we need you to at least learn a little of the drums."
"Do I have to play the drums?" Micky asked.
"What else do you want to play?" Davy asked.
Micky got off the drums and picked up a guitar. He played a few bars of 'Johnny B Goode.'
The Monkees looked at each other, not knowing what to do next.
"What’s wrong guys?" Micky asked his friends.
"Well, we like your guitar playing Mick, but Peter and I play guitar," Mike explained.
"What a minute, I just thought of something," said Peter.
"What’s that Peter?" Davy asked.
"Well, if Micky can play drums, but not guitar, do you think he can still sing?"
"You know Pete, you're right."
"I am?"
"Yes, if the bump Micky got affected some of his personality, it got to have done the same to his talents as well," said Mike.
He then gave Micky a light push to the microphone, then handed him a piece of paper.
"Let's try something Micky, I'll play this song and you try to sing along."
"Ok," said Micky.
Mike then played the opening to "Last Train to Clarksville", then indicated Micky to sing.
Micky did sing the song, but not in the right key. When the song was over, Micky handed the paper back to Mike.
"I'm sorry, Mark…"
"Mike."
"I'm sorry, Mike." Micky said, "I don't seem to have the proper pitch."
Mike let out a sigh. He was frustrated and upset but knew it wasn't Micky's fault.
"Let's take a break, Micky." He said, "Maybe now is a good time to put some ice on that bump."
"Good idea." Micky replied, gently rubbing the sore spot, "It still hurts a little."
"I'll get you an ice bag, Micky." Peter said, taking off his bass guitar and walking over to the kitchen.
"Thanks, Peter." Micky said and followed Peter into the kitchen.
Peter put some ice cubes from the freezer into an ice bag and when Micky sat down at the kitchen table, he put it on top of Micky's bump. As Peter put the ice on Micky's head, he came up with a plan.
He then moved his free hand to Micky' side and tickled his rib cage.
But instead of laughing, Micky turned to Peter and said, “What are you doing?"
Peter stopped and said, "Oh nothing."
Micky might not have been able to remember much about his life, but he still knew by the looks on their faces that he was disappointing his friends.
"I'm sorry I'm letting you down, guys," he apologized, his mouth twisting into a frown. The last thing he wanted to be was more trouble.
"Oh Micky, don't worry about that," Davy sighed. "I mean yeah, of course we'd like the old you back, but the main thing is that you're okay. Maybe we should take it slower with you."
"That might be a good idea, Danny,"
"Davy," his friend reminded him gently. "I'm Davy, this is Peter and Mike."
"Can you think of anything that might help?" Peter asked the rest of the guys.
"Well, can you guys start at the beginning?" wondered Micky. "I mean, I barely know who I am, except for my name, that I live here with you, and that I used to play the drums. Why don't you tell me a little about me? Maybe things will start to make more sense then."
The guys then went into the living room and began to help Micky with getting his memory back.
"Ok Micky, We're going to help you," said Peter.
"With getting me to remember who I am?" Micky asked.
"Yep."
"Well, your real name is George Michael Dolenz, and you got the name Micky as a childhood nick-name," said Mike.
"You're the oldest of four children, and you were born here in Los Angeles," said Davy.
"How interesting," said Micky.
"Is any of this coming back to you?" asked Davy.
"I'm afraid not."
"I know!" Davy exclaimed, "We need someone that really knows Micky who can help him remember!"
"Who would that be?" Mike asked.
"His Mum and sisters." Davy replied.
"Great idea, Davy." Peter said, "We gotta tell them what happened to Micky anyway."
"Do I have any brothers?" Micky asked.
"No, you have three younger sisters." Mike said.
Davy went over to the phone and dialed Micky's Mom's house.
"Hi Mrs. Dolenz." Davy said, "I'm fine, but I have some bad news. Micky hit his head this afternoon and lost his memory." Davy cupped his hand over the mouthpiece. "She wants to talk to you, Micky."
Micky walked over to Davy and took the phone out of his hand.
"Hello? Yes, I feel fine except for a bump on the back of my head. No, I don't know your name or where you live. Okay, here he is." Micky handed the phone back to Davy.
"Hello? Yes...yes, that's what we had in mind, Mrs. Dolenz." Davy said, "We'll be right over. Goodbye."
Davy hung up the phone and turned to the others.
"Micky's Mom wants us to bring him over to her house and maybe help him get his memory back."
The others agreed and got ready to leave.

The Monkees then took off in the car to Micky's Mom's house.
As the guys drove to the house, then pointed out some more places that Micky would hope remember such as his school and the ballpark, but he said that these places weren't familiar to him.
Finally, they reached Micky's Mom's house.
"Well, here we are Micky,” said Mike, as he and the guys got out of the car.
Micky took a long look at the two story white house.
"This is where I grew up? He asked.
"Yes it is," said Davy.
"It's a nice house, too bad I can't remember it."
They all walked up the front door and rang the bell.
A few seconds later, and middle-aged woman with brown hair answered the door.
It was indeed Micky's Mom.
"Hell-o Mrs. Dolenz," said Peter.
"Hell-o boys, I'm glad you came," said Mrs. Dolenz.
As the guys entered the house, Micky looked his Mom in the eye and said, “Hi, uh Mom."
Mrs. Dolenz just grabbed her son and gave him a hug.
Just then, three young girls entered the room.
Micky released his Mother's grip and took a closer look at the girls.
"Are you my sisters?" he asked.
"Yes, I'm Gemma, said the older one, But my nick-name is Coco."
"Where did you get that nick-name from?” Micky asked.
"You gave it to me as a baby."
"And you are eighteen?"
"Yep, I turn nineteen next month."
One of the smaller girls then spoke up.
"I'm Debbie, and I'm nine," said the girl extending her hand to Micky.
"Forgive her, she thinks she's nine going on twelve,"Coco said with a laugh.
The smallest girl approached Micky.
"I'm Gina and I'm almost seven," said the girl with pride in her voice.
That made Micky smile.
"It's nice to see all of you," he said.
Gina then grabbed Micky by the hand and said, “Come, let's show you around the house."
Despite his condition, Micky had to laugh, having a six year old as a tour guide.
The girls and Mrs. Dolenz showed Micky the entire house, but nothing seemed to come to his mind. Finally, Micky spoke up again.
"I have a question and I hope you don't mind me asking,” he said.
"What is it?" Coco asked.
"When do I get to meet my Dad?"
The room went somber and nobody made a sound.
Debbie and Gina began to cry, while Coco tried her best to cover up hers.
Mrs. Dolenz took her son's hand and said, “Micky, your Father passed away several years ago."
"When was that?” Micky asked.
"Shortly before your 18th birthday."
"What kind of person was he?"
"A wonderful person and he loved you, me and your sisters very much."
Micky couldn't take it anymore, he couldn’t stand not only being in a house he couldn't remember, and forgetting that somebody he loved was gone.
He turned to the guys and asked, “Can we go back to the pad?"
"Sure, Micky." Mike replied, putting a hand on his shoulder "I'm sorry if being here upset you."
"It's ok, Mike." Micky said, "I'm just very glad I have such wonderful family and friends that care about me."
Micky's Mom and sisters gave Micky a hug and made the other three Monkees promise to let them know if Micky made any improvement.

Micky was silent as Mike drove the Monkees back to the pad. He tried to hide the tears forming in his eyes as he thought about a family he couldn't remember.
As they went inside the pad, Micky turned to Mike.
"Which bed is mine, the right one or the left one?"
"The right one, Micky." Mike replied. "I think I'm going to turn in too. It's been a long day."
Peter and Davy agreed and they too went into their bedroom.

Sleep eluded Micky for a long time as he lay in the dark trying to remember anything about his past. When he did fall asleep, it was a deep, quiet sleep and he didn't snore and wake up Mike.
Mike promised himself he wouldn't complain about Micky's snoring again if Micky got his memory back.

Despite a non-snoring Micky, Mike had trouble sleeping and ended up waking up early the next morning as did Davy and Peter.
"Hey fellas, I much as I hate to say this, I kind of miss Micky's snoring," said Mike.
"And I miss his impressions and corny jokes," said Peter.
"I even wish he'd call me midget again," said Davy.
"Morning guys," called a voice.
The guys looked up to see Micky walking down stairs to the kitchen.
Usually, Micky would slide down the banister, but instead, he used the steps.
"How are you doing today Micky?" Mike asked.
"I'm fine, thanks for asking, Mitch," Micky answered.
"It's Mike, but I'm glad you're ok."
The Monkees continued having breakfast in silence, but in his head, Micky was getting fed up not remembering the names of people he knew and loved.

Later that day, Mike was reading the paper, Davy was on the phone, Peter was playing a tune on his harmonica and Micky was in the living room, reading a book, or at least trying to read to keep his mind off the headache he was having because of his accident.
Peter then approached him.
"How's your book Micky?" Peter asked.
"I'm having trouble getting into it Patrick I mean Paul I mean..." said Micky.
He didn't finish his sentence.
Instead, he angrily threw his book down and shouted, “I can't take it anymore!"
Mike and Davy then looked to see what was going on.
"Can't take what anymore Mick?” Mike asked.
"Yeah, are you ok?" Davy asked.
"No, I'm not ok!” Micky answered, “I can't remember who I am, or who my friends or family are! I hate this!"
Micky then stormed out the back door.
"Should we stop him?" Peter asked.
"No, he needs time to cool off," said Mike.
"He just needs time alone," said Davy.

Micky's race down the beach turned into a slow-motioned walk, when he arrived on the shoreline.
He kicked off his sneakers and continued his walk.
"Why,” he thought, “Why can't I remember anything?"
Micky's thoughts of concentration were interrupted went he felt something sharp on the bottom of his foot.
"Ouch!" He yelped.
Micky then hopped to a large boulder, carefully picked up his foot and saw that he had a small cut on his sole.
"I must have step on something sharp like a broken shell," Micky said.
He was so busy tending to his injury that he didn't see something coming his way.
Volleyball flew right over Micky and it landed on his head.
Micky then fell to the sand, and everything went black.

Sometime later, Micky stirred a bit and opened his eyes.
When he finally came to, he saw that Mike, Davy and Peter were around, and he was lying on the couch.
"What happened?” Micky asked, “How did I get here?"
"You were taking a walk on the beach and got hit with volleyball," said Davy, removing the ice pack from Micky's forehead.
"And you got a pretty good scrape to," said Mike, picking up Micky's foot, which had a washcloth on it.
"When you didn't come back after awhile, we went looking for you," said Peter.
He then removed the cloth from Micky's foot and placed some medicine on the cut with a cotton swab.
As Peter was doing this, Micky began to giggle.
"He he hey Peter, careful there hehehe," Micky laughed.
"Sorry Micky is the medicine burning," asked Peter.
"No, but the cotton swab tickles."
"It does?"
Peter then moved the cotton swab to another part of Micky's foot, causing him to laugh harder.
"Peter, Hahaha, that's enough! Hahaha stop!" Micky laughed.
"Hey guys, Micky's laughing!" said Peter.
"Of course I'm laughing Peter; you know how ticklish I am."
Peter then thought of something.
"What a minute, you called me Peter!"
"Of course I did that is your name."
"How are you feeling Micky?” Davy asked.
"I'm fine Davy, except for this headache I have," Micky answered.
"Hey, you called me Davy!"
"I also call you shorty or midget."
"Is there anything I can get you?"
"Maybe if I put something in my stomach I'll feel better."
Davy then took a coconut cookie from the plate and handed it to Micky.
He thanked Davy, took a bite of the cookie, and then spit it out.
"Davy, why did you give me a coconut cookie, you know I hate coconut,” said Micky, “I only told Mrs. Purdy I like them, so I won’t hurt her feelings.”
Mike then went into the kitchen, and grabbed a glass from the cupboard.
"You want something to drink to get that taste out of your mouth Micky?” Mike asked.
"Sure Mike, but no milk," said Micky.
"He's back, we got the old Micky," said Peter, who then gave Micky a big hug.
"What's going on, why are you guys acting like this?" Micky asked.
"You had an accident Micky, and lost your memory," said Davy.
"You couldn't remember us or any of your family," said Mike, handing Micky a glass of water.
"You didn't even know who you were," said Peter.
"How out of it was I?” Micky asked.
"Very," said Davy.
"How do you feel now?” Peter asked.
"Now that I can remember who you all are I feel great," Micky responded.
Just then, there was a knock at the door.
"I'll get it," said Mike.
He answered the door, to see a woman standing there.
Micky looked up and saw that he remember her.
"Excuse me, does Micky Dolenz live here?" the woman asked.
"Yes, he's right over there,” said Mike, pointing to the couch, “Come on in."
The woman then approached Micky.
"Mister Dolenz, I'm Jenny McGwire, I met you the day of your accident," said the woman.
"I remember, that guy was bothering you," said Micky.
"Yes, my ex-boyfriend, anyway I never got a chance to say thank you for helping me."
"You're welcome. Wait a minute, how did you find out where I lived?"
"After you got pushed, I found your wallet on the ground, I wrote down the address on your id before I handed it over to the paramedic. I just wanted to see how you were doing and to thank you for helping me,” said Jenny, “I would have come over sooner, but there was the whole thing with my boyfriend, or like I said, ex-boyfriend."
"That's ok, and thank you," said Micky.
"Well, I better get going now, I'm glad to see you're doing well Mr. Dolenz," said Jenny, about to head for the door.
"Wait, call me Micky and I want to thank you for helping me,” said Micky, “How about a movie, this Saturday?"
"Sure, I'd like that."
"I'll see you then."
"You too." Jenny left the pad.
Mike then called Micky's Mom to tell her the good news, and Micky even talked to her on the phone.

Micky was glad that he got his memory back, not only for himself but for all he cared about and who cared about him as well.

The End

Mike, Peter, Davy and Micky were in the back of a group of tourists as the tour guide led them through the factory.
"This is the most important area, where the grain is brought in from the trucks and ground up into flour." He said, indicating the conveyor belts sending piles of grain into a machine where it was ground up.
The Monkees listened to the guide, all of them however, except Peter. He had his nose in a book entitled 'Fun Science Facts For Everyday Use.'
"Hey fellas." Peter said quietly, "Did you know a year is actually 365 and a quarter days long?"
"Pay attention to the tour guide, Peter." Davy whispered back.
"Yeah, you've done nothing but look at that book since you got it." Mike said.
His Mother had given him the book for his birthday a few days ago while the Monkees were visiting Peter's family in Connecticut. The book immediately fascinated Peter and he was literally unable to put it down.
"Don't you want to see how they make King Arthur Flour?" Micky asked. Always fascinated by food (though never gaining an ounce no matter how much he ate); it had been Micky's idea to come to the factory to see how flour was processed.
"People have been using flour for baking for several thousand years, Micky." Peter replied.
"This way, everyone!" The tour guide called.
The Monkees followed everyone as the guide brought them over to another area filled with machines and other equipment.
"This is where the finished product is poured into bags." The tour guide said, pointing upward where small bags of flour moved on conveyor belts above them.
"It will be moved over to boxes where it will be shipped out to stores everywhere!" He said proudly.
"Does this factory ever shut down?" A woman asked him.
"No ma'am." The tour guide replied, "This factory is on the move, those conveyors are running 24 hours a day!"
Just then, a worn gear inside a conveyor motor broke. The motor ground to a sudden halt, stopping the conveyor in its tracks. The bags of flour on it jostled around and one fell off and fell towards Peter!
"Peter look out!" His friends yelled, running over to him.
But they were too late. The five-pound bag hit Peter squarely on top of his head, knocking him down and sending white flour everywhere!
The Monkees were covered in flour and surrounded by white dust. They coughed and tried to wipe the flour off their bodies. Mike and Micky picked up Peter and pulled him away from the area where the air was clear.
Finally, they were able to stop coughing and they looked at each other.
"Are you ok, Peter?" Micky asked.
"Yeah, but I got flour all over my new book!" He said sadly, trying to wipe the white powder off the book's cover.
"We look like ghosts!" Davy complained.
"Yeah, we're gonna need a washroom to get this flour off our hands and faces." Mike said, and looked over to where he thought the tour guide was standing. However, he then noticed that the area was very different.
"Hey fellas, notice something?" Mike asked.
The others looked around and noticed they were not in the same part of the factory they were in before. The machines were gone. In fact, it looked like they were in a barn!
"How did we get here?" Davy asked.
"I don't remember this part of the factory." Mike said.
Peter got up and dusted himself off. "Where's the rest of the tour group?"
Micky walked over to the barn door and opened it. He then stood in the open door for several seconds before finally speaking.
"Hey guys, come here." He said.
Mike, Peter and Davy joined him and looked outside the barn too.
The factory was gone. They were looking at a meadow with cows and goats. Wheat grew in another area. Looking further, they saw a large stone castle in the distance.
Stepping outside, they looked around and could see nothing but farms in the around them.
"Where are we?" Davy said quietly.
"Not in Connecticut anymore, Davy." Peter replied.

As the Monkees looked around, they heard a loud noise coming from a distance.
"What's that?" asked a very nervous Davy.
"I don't know, but it sounds like it's coming this way," said Mike, placing his hand to his ear.
The guys looked to the left, and saw something was coming this way.
"What do you think it is?" asked Peter.
"I don't know, and if I did know, I think I won't want to know," said Micky.
They saw the object coming closer to them.
"You know, we've only been in this new place for a short time, but it's already giving me the creeps," said Davy.
It turns out the object that was coming towards them and making the loud noise was several people, wearing armor suits and riding on horses.
The guys began to panic.
"What do we do?" asked a now very scared Peter.
"Well, fellas in a situation like this we have to come up with a solution," said Mike.
"What's that?" Micky asked.
"We run."
"Good thinking."
And with that, the guys took off.

"Let's go back into the barn!" Micky shouted.
"No, that's where they might be heading!" Mike replied, pulling him along.
So the guys ran away from the barn, over a fence and through one of the nearby fields. Unfortunately, the white flour on their bodies made it easy for the armored men to see them.
"Look, Sir Mordred!" One of the men said, pulling his horse up to the leader and pointing at the fleeing Monkees, "It looks like barbarians!"
"Aye, what are they doing here?" Mordred snarled. He put the faceplate back down on his face.
"After them!" He shouted, "Don't let them get away!"
The horsemen spurred their horses on and chased the Monkees though the fields. Hearing the noise, Davy looked back.
"They've seen us!" He shouted, "We gotta hide!"
"Where?" Peter asked, "We're in open land!"
"This way!" Micky shouted, "Here's a stream!"
The Monkees jumped down into the stream and continued running. The water splashed their clothes and began to wash away the white flour. Mike noticed some large trees overhanging the stream along the bank, the exposed roots of the trees reaching into the water.
"Over here!" He said, "We can hide under these roots!"
Micky, Peter and Davy followed Mike, pulled themselves under the tree roots, and pressed themselves against the stream bank. They were now hidden from anybody looking for them from above.
A minute later, the Monkees heard the sounds of hooves as Sir Mordred and his men thundered past above them.
"That was close." Davy whispered as the hoof beats faded away.
"We better wait to make sure they're gone." Peter said.

A short distance down the stream, Sir Mordred called for a halt. He pulled up his faceplate and looked around him.
"Where be those blaggards!" He demanded. "They took flight this way!"
"Those barbarians from Eire might have used their magic to escape us, Lord." A man replied.
"Sir Mordred!" Another man said, "Look ye at the water!"
Mordred looked down to see the white flour that had covered the Monkees floating past them.
"They are in the stream!" He shouted, "Half of you stay above and half of you follow me!"
At that, Mordred spurred his horse down the bank and into the stream, followed by half his men, while the other half stayed above and followed.

Back at their hiding place, the Monkees finally managed to wash the flour off their faces and hands.
"Man that was wild." Micky said, shaking flour out of his curly hair. "Who were those guys?"
"They looked like something out of King Arthur." Mike replied, brushing the flour off his green wool hat.
"Let's go, this water is cold." Peter said.
The others agreed and came out of hiding...to see the armored knights coming back up the stream!
"Oh no, let's go!" Micky shouted.
They climbed up the bank and onto dry land...and quickly found themselves surrounded by more armored knights on horseback!
"Halt, barbarians!" A man shouted.
"We're not barbarians, we're Monkees!" Peter retorted.
"Silence, ye knave." A man said behind them. It was Sir Mordred and the other knights.
"Who are you, and why are you blokes all dressed up like you're in a medieval fair or something?" Davy asked.
"I am Sir Mordred, Lord of this land." Mordred replied, "And you will keep a civil tongue in your head lest one of these men run you through!"
"Now wait a minute!" Mike began, but got no further as the knights brought down their lances and pointed them right at the Monkees' chests.
"Never mind." Mike muttered as he and the others huddled together.
"Now what are you four doing here?" Mordred asked.
"We were just touring a factory and a bag of flour fell on Peter's head and we ended up in the barn!" Micky said.
"Ah, you were spying!" Mordred exclaimed. "Looking at the lay of the land in preparation for an invasion by your fellow hordes!"
"We have no hordes; it's just us, Mister Knight!" Peter said.
"You certainly look like barbarians with those clothes." Mordred remarked, and then looked at the book in Peter's hand.
"A barbarian that reads?"
"Let's kill them and be done with it, Lord." A man said.
"No, they might be more than they seem." Mordred replied, "Let's take them back to my castle and question them further." He looked at the Monkees.
"Move, Barbarians." He said.
The other knights poked the Monkees with their lances and forced them along back to Mordred's castle.

After what seemed like a very long walk, the Monkees finally reached the castle.
The one looked up at the top of the castle and shouted, “Lower the gate!"
The door of the castle slowly opened and touched the ground.
The knights then pushed the Monkees inside.
The guys were then pushed inside the castle.
As they all entered, the Monkees turned around to see the door slowly close.
"Stop looking back, you have a long way to go!" the one knight snapped to the Monkees.
The guys sadly turned their heads.
They were nervous to see what will be in store for them.
As they walked through the castle's courtyard, the Monkees noticed a small platform. Looking closer, they noticed a large chopping block and a basket.
"Is that where they chop their meat?" Peter asked his friends.
"That's where they chop people's heads, Peter." Davy replied with a shudder.
"No talking!" A knight snapped at them.
The guys were led inside a door off to one side of the courtyard. Once inside, the knights handed the Monkees over to the dungeon guards.
"Guard these barbarians well." A knight said to them, "Sir Mordred will want to talk to them."
"Yes sir." A guard replied.
Another knight snatched Peter's book from his hand.
"Hey, that's mine!" Peter protested.
"Not anymore, haha!" The knight said, walking away with his fellow knights.
The dungeon guards grabbed the Monkees and forced them down a stone flight of stairs. At the bottom, they were marched down a dark hallway and over to a row of cells. Some of the cells were occupied by other unlucky people.
A guard unlocked a cell and the Monkees were shoved inside.
"Now you stay there nice and quiet or else, understand?" The guard snarled as he locked the cell door.
"We'll be good." Micky said quietly.
The guards gave a nasty laugh and walked away.
With nothing else to do, the Monkees sat down in the small cell and waited to see what would happen next.

Though the Monkees were in their cell for a few moments, it seemed like forever.
Just then, they heard footsteps.
The guys responded by jumping up.
"What's that?" Davy asked,
"I bet those goons are coming back," said Mike.
"Maybe they're going to see us free," said Peter, sounding cheerfully.
"I hate to tell you Pete, but I doubt it," said Micky.
As the sounds of the steps drew closer, the guys looked to see who was coming.

It turned out to be a woman, who looked to be the same age as the Monkees, wearing middle-age clothing and carrying a tray of metal cups.

The woman walked over to the Monkees' cell and opened the door. She smiled at them.
"I have brought you men something to drink." She said, stepping into the cell.
"Thank you." Mike said as he took a metal cup from her tray.
As the other Monkees said their thanks and did the same, the lady took the hood off her head. She had red hair and green eyes and had an air of nobility about her, rather than a servant. The lady looked out of the cell and then back at the Monkees.
"There is not much time." She whispered, "My name is Adrianna. Tell me truly, who are you and where have you come from? Your clothing marks you as barbarians, but your manners say not."
"I'm Mike, and that's Peter, Micky and Davy." Mike said, indicating each Monkee. "We are travelers from a far off land."
"We were resting in a barn when Mordred and his goons ran us down and captured us." Davy continued.
"What are goons?" The lady asked them, puzzled.
"Um, bad men, or henchmen." Micky replied.
"Ah." The lady smiled at them, but there was no humor in her eyes. In fact, her eyes seemed to grow hard and cold.
"Why do you want to know?" Micky asked her, seeing the look in her eyes.
"And who is this Mordred guy anyway?" Mike put in.
"Mordred is the son of King Arthur." Adrianna said bitterly.
"King Arthur?" The four Monkees said together in shock.
"Yes, but Mordred cannot be heir to the throne because Arthur and Mordred's mother did not marry. Still, he tries to usurp the throne from his father. I work for people who oppose Mordred and his cruelty." Adrianna continued, "I have to let them know who is being held here and if they can be of help."
"How can we help?" Mike asked, "We're prisoners."
"What about that book Peter had when you four were brought into the castle?" Adrianna asked. "Is it a spell book, are you four wizards?"
"Peter is one." Mike said quickly, ignoring the confused looks from his band mates. "We're just his helpers."
"That is good." Adrianna replied, collecting the cups from the Monkees. "I will send word to the outside and we might be able to help you. She said, and then looked out of the cell. "I must go now. Do not lose hope."
"Thank you, Adrianna." Davy said.
Adrianna smiled, put the hood of her cloak back on her head and left the cell, making sure it was locked before she walked away.
When her footsteps had receded, they gathered close.
"We're in the days of King Arthur!" Davy said.
"Yeah, but what are we doing here?" Micky asked.
No one had an answer for that.
"Why did you tell her I'm a wizard, Mike?" Peter asked.
"Perhaps that will help us escape somehow." Mike replied.
"I sure hope so." Davy said.

Adrianna walked upstairs and into the living quarters of Sir Mordred, the guards not challenging her. Without bothering to knock, she came into his sitting room. Mordred had taken off his armor and was now wearing a purple robe and lounging on a couch. Peter's book was in his hand. He looked up when she entered.
"Well, what did they have to say, Aunt Morgan? Did they talk?" He asked.
"Oh yes. They said they are travelers, but the blond one, Peter, is a wizard." She replied as she took off her outer clothes to reveal a rich scarlet robe.
"Excellent." Mordred replied, "You've saved me the trouble of putting them on the rack."
"You can always get more flies with honey than vinegar, Mordred." Morgan replied, and then pointed at Peter's book.
"That must be his spell book."
"It must be." Mordred agreed, "I cannot make out a single word of the writing."
"What do you want to do now?" Morgan replied.
"I'm going to ask this wizard to join us." Mordred replied, "And if he refuses, he and his friends will die." He made a chopping motion across his neck with his hand.

As The Monkees sat in the cell, they tried to figure out a plan to make everyone think Peter was a wizard.
"Hey Peter, do you know any type of magic tricks that may be helpful?” Davy asked.
"I know a few card tricks,” Peter answered.
"Groovy, that may do the trick," said Micky.
"Wait a minute; do any of us have a pack of cards?” Mike asked.
"I think I do." said Peter.
He fished around in his pockets, pulling out marbles, jacks, and a deck of cards.
"Peter, do you always keep all that stuff in your pockets?" Davy asked.
"Of course I do Davy," Peter answered.
"How come?"
"It gives me something to do before gigs."
"Well, go ahead Peter, try a card trick," said Micky.
Peter then shuffled the cards a bit, and then turned to Mike.
"Ok Mike, I'm going to close my eyes and you'll pick out a card,” Peter said.
Peter then closed his eyes and Mike took a card from the pile.
"Did you pick out your card?" Peter asked.
"Yes I did,” Mike answered.
"Now, look over the card carefully, and then place it back into the pile."
Mike did just that.
Peter then opened his eyes, and said, “I’m going to pick your card now."
He then motioned his finger on the pile and began his search, then spotted one card and pulled it out of the pile.
"Ok Mike, your card was the five of hearts."
Peter showed the card to Mike.
"That was good Peter, but that wasn't my card," said Mike.
"What was your card?" Peter asked.
"Two of diamonds."

"Man, that isn't going to convince anybody Peter's a wizard." Micky complained.
"What if I did..." Peter began, but was interrupted by heavy footsteps coming down the hall.
"Sounds like trouble." Mike said.
"Sounds like the guards." Peter replied.
Sure enough, the cell door was thrown open and a burly guard stood there.
"Come on, get up!" He commanded, "Lord Mordred wants to speak with you."
The Monkees quietly filed out of the cell and followed the guards up into Mordred's throne room. Mordred was alone and sitting on an ornate wooden chair at the end of the room. He had Peter's book in his hand and watched as the Monkees were brought over to him.
When the guys were in front of Mordred, the guards pushed them to their knees.
"Kneel in front of Sir Mordred, knave!" A guard said.
Mordred regarded his four captives for a few seconds. The one called Peter did not seem like much, but that could all be an act to disguise his true self. Finally, Mordred stood up.
"I am Sir Mordred, Lord of this land." He said, "Who are you and why are you in my territory?"
"I am Mike, and this is Micky, Davy and Peter, Sir Mordred." Micky replied, "We're just traveling along."
"Why did you capture us?" Davy demanded, "We weren't doing any harm."
"You four were traveling in my territory without permission." Mordred retorted. "How do I know you're not spies for King Arthur?"
"We're not spies, sir Mordred," Mike said, "We were just traveling with the Wizard Peter to gather knowledge." Micky slapped a hand over his mouth when he realized what he had said.
"Gathering knowledge?" Mordred replied, "So you are spies!"
"Gathering knowledge of the world, Mr. Mordred." Peter said quickly, "We are peaceful men."
"Stand up, wizard Peter." Mordred said.
Peter obeyed and Mordred showed Peter the book in his hand.
"This is your book?"
"Yes, it was given to me for my birthday." Peter replied.
"I cannot understand the writing in this book." Mordred said, "What does it say?"
"It doesn't say anything, you have to read it." Peter answered.
His friends stifled a laugh but Mordred slapped Peter in the face.
"Do not jest with me, young wizard." Mordred snarled, "Lest I have you and your friends taste the lash."
"I'm sorry." Peter began to cry. "The book tells you all sorts of science facts about the planets and stars. It can also tell you what happened on certain dates."
"It can predict the future?" Mordred asked.
"Um, yeah...the future." Peter replied.
Mordred grew thoughtful as he turned to sit back down on his throne. He tugged at his beard for a few seconds and then spoke once again.
"Tell me, wizard. Have you a master? Do you swear allegiance to anyone?"
"No...I don't swear." Peter said.
"Then why not come work for me?" Mordred asked. "I can use someone like you, someone who can help me achieve my destiny."
"What is your destiny?" Peter asked.
"To be the rightful ruler of Britannia." Mordred gave Peter an evil smile.
"What...what do you mean?" Peter stuttered.
"You must be from far away if you do not know what is going on." Mordred replied, "I am the son of King Arthur! "My father has been on the throne for too many years. It is time for me to take his place!"
"Can't you wait until he dies?" Peter asked.
Mordred grabbed Peter by the front of his shirt and pulled him close.
"No, I cannot." Mordred growled, "Because Arthur and my mother never married, the ancient laws of our clans say I cannot be King." He let go of Peter's shirt and pushed Peter away.
"But I will not let that stop me!" Mordred shouted. "I will change all the rules when I am King! All of Britannia will bow before my throne!" He glared at Peter once again.
"And you, wizard, will help me."
"Help you?" Peter gasped.
"Yes, I'll need a wizard of my own to fight against Arthur's wizard Merlin." Mordred said.
"No, I will not." Peter replied, aghast.
"WHAT! You dare defy me!" Mordred screamed.
"I will not help a bad man like you." Peter said, shaking.
"What if it meant the lives of your friends?" Mordred said in an oily voice.
Peter looked over at Micky, Davy and Mike. They shook their heads no.
"I'm not that good of a wizard." Peter said quickly, "I can't help you."
Mordred thrust Peter's book in his face. "Well, let us find out. Perform a spell for me or I will separate your friends' heads from their shoulders."
Peter took his science book from Mordred and flipped through the book looking for something to help him. After several minutes, Mordred grew impatient.
"What is taking so long, wizard!" Mordred snapped.
"I can't find anything." Peter whimpered.
Mordred gave a sound of disgust and turned to his guards.
"Take them all down to the courtyard and tell the executioner I have a job for him." He said.
The Monkees were grabbed, dragged out of the throne room, and taken downstairs and out to the courtyard. The sky was cloudy even though it was almost noon. A large man wearing all black and a black hood came out to meet him or her. He was holding a large ax.
"Well now, more fools for the chopping block." He laughed.
Mike, Micky and Davy were frantically helping Peter look for something that would convince Mordred Peter was a wizard.
"Um, sea charts, crop harvests..." Micky said, looking up and down the pages.
From an upper window, Morgan was watching what was going on. It was a pity, she reflected, since the one named Peter was quite handsome, but nothing must stand in the way of Mordred getting his throne.
Mordred came over to the group along and looked again at Peter.
"Well, wizard, what do you have for me?" He asked.
"Please sir Mordred, give us a little time!" Davy pleaded.
"You'll have until the executioner has sharpened his blade." Mordred smiled, pointing at the man.
A few seconds later, the executioner nodded at Mordred and Mordred nodded at his guards. They grabbed Micky, Mike and Davy, tied their hands behind their backs and forced them up the steps to the execution platform. Peter's eyes finally caught a list that noted all the past eclipses of the sun. He looked at Mordred.
"I think I have something, Sir Mordred." Peter said, "What day is it?"
"It is Wodensday, the twenty-fourth day of March." Mordred replied, "Why?"
"The spell I have only works on a certain day." Peter said, examining the list. "What year is it?"
"You do not know the year?" Mordred laughed. "It is the year of our Lord 600."
"Perfect!" Peter smiled, looking up at the clouds. With a sigh of relief, he noticed that the sky was getting darker. He climbed up onto the platform and looked at Mordred.
"Release me and my friends or I will darken the sun, never for it to shine again!" He shouted.
Just then, the sun came out from behind a cloud. Mordred and his men began to laugh.
"Darken the sun?" Mordred sneered, "Tis a bright sunny day!" He nodded to the executioner who forced Micky's head down on the block.
"Peter, do something." Micky cried.
Peter frantically looked up, looking for the moon to block the sun, but there was nothing. Perhaps the eclipse happened later in the day. By that time, they would all be dead.
"Darkness, come forth!" Peter shouted at the sun, waving his hands, "Come on, please!"
The executioner picked up his ax and looked at Mordred for the signal to chop off Micky's head. Just then, the barest outline of the moon appeared next to the sun. The eclipse was starting!
"Look Sir Mordred!" A guard shouted, pointing upward.
"The sky is getting dark!" Another exclaimed.
Peter stood dumbfounded at the sight too, until Mike prompted him.
"Wizard Peter, do your stuff." He whispered.
"Oh yeah...one, two, buckle my shoe!" Peter shouted at the sky. "Three, four, shut the door!"
The moon began to cover the sun. People all over the castle began to panic. Some of the guards began to run away. Morgan backed away from her window in shock.
"Five, six, pick up sticks!" Peter continued, as he picked up a stick and threw it into the air. The Moon continued its journey across the sun. When it was halfway covered, Mordred looked up at Peter.
"Very well, wizard, you have proved yourself!" He exclaimed, "Let the sun shine on us again!"
"Not until you release us and let us go on our way." Peter said.
"Make the darkness leave and then I will do so." Mordred replied.
"Seven, eight, lock the gate!" Peter shouted at the sun, then smiled down at Mordred. The sun was now almost completely covered and it was very dark out.
"Very well!" Mordred shouted, "Executioner, let them go!"
The executioner pulled Micky back from the block and untied his hands. Micky wasted no time freeing Mike and Davy. The Monkees jumped down off the platform and started to run toward the castle gate.
"Wait!" Mordred shouted, "You must let the sun return!"
Peter stopped running and looked at the sun.
"Nine, ten, sun come out again!" He shouted, then ran after his friends.
At the gate, the Monkees managed to open a small access door as the sun began to peek around the edges of the moon. The guards were too terrified to stop them.
Outside the gate, the Monkees found two horses abandoned by their petrified owners. They climbed onto them, Davy with Micky and Mike with Peter. Soon, as the sky grew light again, they were far away from Mordred's castle.

After awhile, they stopped their horses for a rest.
"Great job, Peter." Davy said, patting him on the back, "You were terrific, thank you."
"Thanks, good buddy." Micky and Mike said.
"You're welcome." Peter said. "I knew that book would come in handy, but I didn't realize how." Peter said, shaking his head.
"Now what do we do?" Mike asked.
"Our best hope is to find King Arthur, perhaps he'll help us." Micky replied.
"How did we even get here?" Peter asked, "All I remember is getting hit on the head with something and we all ended up in that barn."
"Perhaps this is a dream of yours, Peter." Davy replied. "Maybe you'll wake up soon."
"I hope so." Peter said. "But for now, we gotta find the king."
"If I remember my stories correctly, he'll be in the city of Camelot." Mike stated.
"But where's that?" Micky asked.
No one had an answer for that. Suddenly, they could hear the familiar low rumble of hooves once again.
"Not again." Peter moaned.
"Wait, the sound is coming from ahead of us this time." Mike said, "It's not Mordred's men."
Indeed, just then a group of armored knights came down the path toward them. The leader called for a halt and lifted up his helmet.
"Greetings young men." He said, "I am Sir Galahad. Where are you from?"
"We're travelers from a long distance, sir Galahad." Mike replied, "We would like to go to Camelot."
"Let us escort you then." The knight replied, "We are on our way there too."
So the Monkees gladly followed Sir Galahad and his knights over to Camelot.

As the Monkees traveled down the road along with Galahad and the other knights, they were going through mixed feelings.
On one hand they were happy to find some friendly strangers who were helping them get to Camelot, on the other hand, they weren't sure what they would tell King Arthur who they were or what to say about his son.
"Hey, fellas.” Davy whispered to his band mates, “I just thought of something."
"What's that?" Mike asked.
"The king is gonna ask us where we came from, what should we say?"
"Yeah, do we also tell him about his son?" asked Peter.
"I'm not sure fellas, we need to come up with a plan," said Mike.
"Well, we can't tell the king who we really are, other wise he's gonna think we're nuts," said Micky.
"So what should we say?" Davy asked.
"How about saying were a group of local musicians in search of better luck for jobs in Camelot?" said Mike.
"Works for me," said Micky.
"Same here," said Peter.

After the guys agreed on what to say to the King, they relaxed a bit and enjoyed the scenery. They passed by several farms and a few villages. Everyone they met were pleased to see the knights.
After a time, the party decided to stop at an inn to rest for a while. The innkeeper was glad to see them.
"Welcome, Sir Galahad, welcome sir knights..." He paused when he saw the Monkees and their psychedelic clothing. Galahad gave a hearty laugh.
"Do not fear those boys, my friend, they are just traveling with us for protection as we travel to Camelot."
"Aye, that Mordred still comes around demanded our allegiance, but we tell him we follow his Majesty King Arthur." The innkeeper replied.
"That is good to know." Galahad replied, "May we come inside and refresh ourselves?"
"Of course, sir knight." The innkeeper exclaimed, "All of you are welcome!"
So, the knights' servants helped take off some of their armor and they all went inside the inn. Galahad and a few of the other knights with him invited the Monkees to sit at their table and tell them about their travels.
"We are simple musicians looking for work." Mike said, "And while we were resting in a barn, Mordred and his men came upon us and took us prisoner."
"Aye, that that explains why you have no instruments." Galahad replied, shaking his long dark hair, "Mordred likes to prey upon the innocent. Tell me, how did you four escape?"
"Just as he was going to behead us, the sky went dark and we escaped." Davy said, careful not to reveal that it was Peter who had 'conjured' up the eclipse. "We found two horses and rode along until we met you."
"Yes, the sun was covered for some time today." Galahad remarked. "Quite terrible."
"Perhaps Merlin the magician will be able to explain what had happened." Sir Gawain said.
The innkeeper brought some drinks and when he left, Galahad continued.
"You men were quite fortunate to escape from Mordred, not many can say they have been a prisoner in his castle and lived to tell about it." He said.
"He's not a very nice man." Peter said.
"On that we can agree." Another knight said, "He dishonors his father by his deeds."
"The King knows Mordred is evil?" Micky asked this time.
"Oh yes!" Galahad said. "He is always after the throne, but he will never get it due to the circumstances of his birth."
"Hopefully now, with the King betrothed to Lady Guinevere we will have a proper heir to the throne of Camelot." Gawain put in.
Everyone clinked their cups together at that.
Just then, the innkeeper rushed over to their table, holding up a wounded man.
"Good knights, this man must speak to you!" He exclaimed.
"What do you want to tell us?" Galahad asked, standing up.
"Mordred's men...are in the area..." The man gasped, "They said...they are looking for four men who...escaped."
"Thank you for the warning, sir." Galahad replied, then instructed the innkeeper to take the man away and care for him. He then looked at the Monkees.
"Why would Mordred's men come all this way looking for four musicians?" He asked them.
"We do not know." Mike said.
"Stay at the inn, while we deal with Mordred's men." Galahad ordered.
With that, the knights suited up and within minutes were rushing out of the village to take care of Mordred's men.
The guys helped the innkeeper by cleaning up and doing small chores for him. About a half-hour later, Galahad, Gawain and the other knights came back. The Monkees were glad to see them return.
"What happened?" Peter asked, "Did you get rid of them?"
"Aye, when they saw us they scattered and ran back to where they came from." Galahad replied with disgust.
"We need to take care of Mordred once and for all." Gawain said.
"Why don't you?" Micky asked.
"We lack enough men to do the job." A knight told him, "There are other areas that need to be tamed too. King Arthur has done a brilliant job uniting us after the Romans had left the isle, but there is still much work left before peace can finally come."
"Let us be off, then." Galahad said and looked at the innkeeper. "How much do we owe you?"
"No charge, sirs." The Innkeeper said with a crooked-tooth smile, "You drove Mordred's men away, which is payment enough."
"Thank you, innkeeper for your hospitality." Galahad replied as the Monkees got back on their horses. The knight motioned down the road and spurred his horse on, his fellow knights and the Monkees following behind.

As it was turning dusk, the party came to the top of a hill. A short distance away on top of another hill was a large city with a magnificent castle situated in the middle of it all. The castle shown brilliantly in the setting sun.
"That's Camelot?" Davy asked.
"Aye, that it is." Galahad replied. "The home of King Arthur."

"Camelot!" cried Peter.
"Camelot!" cried Micky.
"Looks like a model," muttered Mike cynically.
"Shh," said Sir Galahad, "Let us ride forth to Camelot!"
As the Monkees and the knights headed towards the castle, they could hear faint music, which grew louder with each passing moment.
"Hey, that’s kinda catchy, doot doot doot doot doo doo doo..." sang Micky.
"Camelot seems like a silly place, do we really have to come here?" said Mike under his breath so the knights could not hear him. Out loud he said, "Micky, pipe down, Sir Galahad's trying to say something!"
"If you men will follow me, we will see the King to discuss the loathsome fiend Mordred." said Sir Galahad as he and the other knights escorted the Monkees to the Castle Court.

Sir Galahad then looked up to the tower of the castle and shouted, “Lower the draw bridge!"
"Lower the draw bridge!" called a voice from the top.
"Lower the draw bridge!" went another voice.
The door to the castle then opened and everyone went inside.

As the Monkees looked around the castle, they saw a scene opposite from being in Mordred’s castle. Everything seemed brighter and opened up.
"You know, this place doesn't seem so bad," said Davy.
"I wonder if the king is a nice person," said Peter.
"We'll soon find out," said Micky.
Sir Galahad spoke to someone standing in one of the doorways and he quickly went away. The knights were quickly helped out of their armor by their servants. The man to whom Galahad had spoken to returned and walked over to the Monkees.
"Good sirs, I have been instructed to show you to your chambers so you can rest before meeting his majesty." He said.
"That is very nice of you." Micky replied, "Lead the way."
Therefore, the man led the Monkees into the castle and up a set of stone stairs. Soon, the man showed them into a large room with two wide beds, a table and chairs.
"Would you like to change your, um...clothing sirs?" The man asked, looking at their psychedelic threads.
"Sure, we'd like to blend in with everyone else.” Davy replied.
"Very well, I will send up some clothes and food for you." The man said and then left.
Mike went over to the window and opened the shutter. He looked out onto the courtyard below.
"Very nice place here." He remarked.
"Yeah, King Arthur seems like a decent fellow." Peter added, "From what I learned in history class, he was wise, fair and brave."
"Actually, historians weren't even sure if King Arthur even existed." Micky said. "They didn't know if the stories about him were true or were they just that-stories."
"Now we know, but if ever get back home, will anyone believe us?" Davy asked.
"You mean when we get back home, Davy." Mike said. "We'll talk to the King and then try and find a way to get back home."
"If we can keep Mordred off our backs." Micky told Mike, the thought of almost having his head chopped off still fresh in his mind.
"Well, let's take a nap. I'm tired." Peter said after a few seconds.
The others agreed and they all settled down on the beds. Soon they were sound asleep.
The Monkees were fast asleep, when a loud noise woke them from their slumber.
"What was that?" asked a now very nervous Davy.
"Oh no, It's a fire breathing dragon!" cried Peter.
"Peter, there is no such thing as a fire breathing dragon," said Mike.
"Then what do you call that?" asked Micky, pointing out the window.
Sure enough, outside in front of the castle was a very large, very green dragon that was breathing out large flames of fire.

"We gotta get out of here!" Davy cried.
The Monkees got up of their beds and ran to the door. Just then, the door swung open and knocked them to the floor. Standing in the door were two servant girls holding piles of clothes. They were about the Monkees' ages, one had dark hair, and the other was blond.
"Oh heavens, I am so sorry, good sirs." The first lady cried.
"Never mind, there's a fire-breathing dragon outside the castle!" Mike said, getting to his feet.
"Oh do not worry about that, sir." The first girl said with a smile, "'Tis only the Wizard Merlin practicing his spells."
"Look out the window again and see." The second girl added.
The Monkees looked out the window again and saw an old man with a beard and wearing a purple robe standing on top of the castle wall near the gates. He was only a few feet from the dragon. Suddenly, the dragon turned into green smoke and blew away with the wind. The wizard then turned and went down the steps inside the wall.
"It was only an illusion." Micky said in awe.
"Aye, that is the best one he has done so far." The second girl replied.
"Merlin sure is amazing." Peter said.
"Luckily he's on King Arthur's side." Davy added.
"Speaking of the King." The first girl said, placing her pile of clothing on one of the beds. "His Majesty wishes to dine with you this evening."
"We would be honored." Mike replied.
"Here are some new clothes for you to wear." The second girl said, also putting her pile of clothes on the bed. "The king will be expecting you shortly."
"We'll be there." Davy said, "What is your name?"
"My name?" She replied, clearly not used to having anyone ask such a question...she was just a servant, after all.
"Well yes, it is better than saying 'hey you'." Davy smiled.
"My name is Arianna, sir." She replied.
"That's a lovely name, Arianna." Davy said, "My name is Davy and thank you for the clothing."
"You are welcome sir." Arianna replied, looking at the floor. "Will you sirs be needing us for anything else?"
"No, we'll be fine...what is your name?" Micky asked the blond girl.
"Felicity." She said quickly, "We will leave you now to change."
"Thank you, Felicity and Arianna." Peter said.
The two girls bowed and quickly left the room.
"Nice girls." Davy smiled.
"Let's keep our minds on what's going on now, Davy." Mike chided, "We're going to meet King Arthur."
So the guys changed out of their 20th century clothes and pulled on the clothes that the girls had brought them. It was a bit difficult at first, since zippers would not be invented for several centuries yet, but finally they figured out how to tie their clothes in place.
"Nice threads." Mike said, looking in the mirror at his red tunic and black leggings.
"Yeah, a bit of a hassle, but I looking smashing." Davy smiled.
"We better go." Peter said, "I want to meet King Arthur."
The others agreed and went downstairs to the banquet hall.
The Monkees walked down to the banquet hall where they were met by a servant.
"Remember, sirs, that you are to wait until the King speaks first and then address him as 'your majesty'." He said, "Is that clear?"
"Yes, that's clear." Mike replied.
The servant nodded and led them inside the hall. It was large, with a long table down the middle and a large fireplace along one wall. Standing around the table were the knights, now wearing clothes similar to what the Monkees were wearing. Galahad turned to them.
"Greetings to you." He said with a smile. "I trust you had a good rest?"
"Yes, we did." Micky replied.
"We saw that dragon Merlin conjured up outside the castle." Peter added, "How did he do that?"
"That is something only Merlin himself knows." Galahad replied, shaking his head. "I would like you to meet another of the King's knights, Sir Lancelot." He indicated a tall knight with long blond hair standing next to him.
"How do you do, Sir Lancelot." Davy asked.
"I am quite fine, sir." Lancelot replied. "Galahad has told me some of your tale of adventure in Mordred's castle. I would like to hear all of it during supper."
"We will be glad to tell you, sir Lancelot." Micky said.
Just then, a servant entered the hall.
"His Majesty, King Arthur!" He shouted.
There was a blare of trumpets and everyone there bowed.
A few seconds later, King Arthur walked in. He was a tall middle-aged man with short brown hair and beard. The King wore a purple gown with gold trim. Walking next to him wearing a red gown was a young woman in her early twenties. She had long blond hair done in a braid down her back. The Monkees guessed right away that this was Lady Guinevere.
When the Arthur and Guinevere had been seated, the others took their seats as well. Servants quickly showed everyone where they were to sit.

The Monkees were asked by the servants to sit on the left of the king. They did as they were told.
King Arthur then turned to the Monkees and said, “So you must be the gentlemen who had a run in with my son."
"Yes we are sir," said Mike.
"We're very sorry about the turn events between you and your son," said Davy.
"No, it's my own fault,” said the king with a sigh, “I made many promises to him and broke them.
I also gave him too much control at a young age."
"Don't worry, maybe Mordred will come around," said Peter.
"I hope for the sake of Camelot."
"Is there a chance that we might meet Merlin?" Micky asked, changing the subject.
"Oh, you'll meet him shortly, the king answered, Every week he shares a new trick or spell with the whole castle."
"Yes, we saw the Dragon he had conjured up just a short while ago." Mike said.
"It was fantastic!" Peter exclaimed.
"Thank you very much, young man." A voice said behind him.
The Monkees turned to see an old man with a white beard and wearing a purple robe standing behind them. This was the Wizard Merlin.
"Glad you are able to join us, Merlin." The King said dryly.
"Your former tutor and mentor isn't as spry as he used to be, Arthur." Merlin replied with a small smile.
"You will always be my tutor and mentor." The king said warmly, "Please have a seat."
The wizard was shown to a seat on Arthur's right side. He then looked over at the Monkees.
"Who are you young men?" He asked.
"I am Peter, and this is Mike, Micky and Davy, Mr. Wizard." Peter said, introducing everyone. "We are traveling musicians who were taken prisoner by Sir Mordred. We escaped and Sir Galahad brought us here."
"Indeed." Merlin said as the servants brought out the first course. "You four are quite fortunate."
"What I wanted to ask you Merlin," The King said, "Is what happened to the sun this midday?"
"I see you have forgotten your astronomy lessons, Arthur." Merlin chided, "It was nothing more than the moon passing in front of the sun and casting a shadow, nothing more."
"Did you cause the moon to pass across the sun, Merlin?" Guinevere asked.
"No, my lady." Merlin replied with a smile, "I have great powers, but even I cannot command the sun and moon."
"That is how we escaped." Davy said, "Mordred was so frightened of the eclipse that he let us go."
"Yes, I told him I was causing the sun to darken." Peter said, then quickly realized he had said too much.
Instead of getting angry, Merlin let out a laugh.
"Oh oh! Very clever, Peter!" He said. "It is good to see someone so young and able to understand the world, that what some might call magic, can be easily explained through science."
"Please tell us the rest of your story." Guinevere asked.
So while they ate, the guys told everyone about their encounter with Mordred. The King listened politely to them, but his face darkened when they told him about Adrianna, the servant girl who had given them water.
"Can you describe this Adrianna once again?" Arthur asked.
"She was very pretty and had long red hair and green eyes, your majesty." Davy replied.
Arthur sat back in his chair and looked down at his plate of food.
"That was no servant girl." He said, "That was Morgan Le Fey, my half-sister."
"Your half-sister, your majesty?" Micky asked.
"Yes, she and I never got along very well, and now it seems she has joined up with my son. I guess she has her evil eye on my throne as well."
Guinevere took Arthur's hand.

"Do not concern yourself with her, Arthur." She said softly, "Think only happy thoughts, like our upcoming wedding."
"That I shall, dear Guinevere." Arthur replied, kissing her hand and then looked at the Monkees.
"You say you four are musicians?"
"I will be needing some musicians for our nuptials. Would you like to play for us?"
"Yes, your majesty." Mike replied, "But Mordred took our instruments."
"That will be no problem." Arthur replied, "They will be provided for you."
"Then we would be happy to do so." Mike said.
"A toast to the King and Lady Guinevere!" Merlin said raising his goblet.
"A long life to them!" Everyone replied.
Everyone took a drink from their cups, including Lancelot, who hid his sad face from the others.
After the feast, everyone then watch as Merlin put on a show, by showing some of new and old tricks. Arthur, Guinevere, the Monkees and all the knights quite enjoyed it. All except for one, Lancelot.
Though he tried to keep his mind on Merlin's act, he just could not seem to enjoy it.
It was Peter who noticed the look on the knight's face.
'What's wrong Sir Lancelot?" Peter asked.
"I just have a lot on my mind," Lancelot answered.
"About what?"
"Morgan Le Fey, the king’s half-sister."
"What about her?"
"I was and still am in love with her."
"I know how you feel." Peter replied, "I too am still in love with a girl named Valerie."
"Then we have something in common." Lancelot said with a nod.
A short distance away, Merlin was finishing his magic act. He took two pieces of rope, put them together, and with a twist of his wrist they became one piece. Everyone applauded at the trick. Merlin bowed in appreciation.
"Thank you, and that is the last of my tricks." He said.
"Very well done, Merlin." Arthur said, "As usual, you amaze us with your magic."
"I would like to retire for the evening." Guinevere said quietly to Arthur.
"As would I, my dear." Arthur replied, "It has been a long day, especially for our guests."
So everyone said their goodnights and made to leave to go to their beds.

That night, The Monkees were fast asleep in their beds, when a loud bang sounded off.
But unlike the dragon earlier, only Peter was woken up by the noise.
He gently tapped Mike on the shoulder and said, “Mike, wake up, I heard something."
"I'm sure it was Merlin again," Mike mumbled in his sleep.
"Yeah, maybe he turned himself into an elephant or something or other," said Micky, in between snores.
"Or it could had been only your imagination Peter, just go back to sleep," said Davy.
Peter did go back to sleep. However, seconds later, a second bang took place once more, waking up all the guys this time.

"That wasn't my imagination that time." Peter remarked, jumping out of bed. "It sounds like something is hitting the castle."
Just then, several bells began to ring throughout the castle.
"TO ARMS! We are under attack! We're under attack!" Someone yelled.
The other three Monkees quickly got out of bed and Mike ran over to the window. He opened it and saw a large group of men at the castle gate, trying to bust it down with a battering ram.
"I'll bet that's Mordred's men attacking." Micky said.
The Monkees watched as Arthur's men climbed the walls and shot arrows at the men using the battering ram. Mordred's men shot arrows back at them. Some of the attackers shot fire arrows over the wall, setting things on fire.
"What is Mordred hoping to accomplish?" Davy wondered. "He must know he can't take this castle with so few men."
"Unless this is just a diversion..." Micky said, his voice trailing off.
"We gotta warn the King!" All four Monkees said at once.
The guys quickly changed out of their pj's and into their medieval gear and ran out to find the King.
They ran out into the courtyard, where they found Arthur directing his soldiers. The fires had been put out and Mordred's men were no longer pounding on the castle gate.
"Your Majesty!" They cried.
"What is it?" Arthur demanded, "That cur is trying to get into my castle!"
"We don't think so, sir." Mike said, "We could see from our window that he has too few men to invade you."
Above the sound of battle, a woman's cry was heard:
"Help! Help me!"
"Guinevere!" Arthur and the Monkees shouted at once.
"Guards, with me!" Arthur shouted as he and the guys ran back into the castle.
Arthur led the way back to Guinevere's chambers and when they got there, all they found was a room in disarray and Felicity sitting on the floor with her head in her hands.
"What has happened, where is Lady Guinevere?" Arthur demanded of the girl.
"Oh my Lord, they have taken her!" Felicity cried, "I tried to stop them, but one of the men hit me on the head."
"Are you injured?" Davy asked, helping her to stand.
"No, I am fine." Felicity replied, then looked at the King.
"They took her down the right hallway, your majesty, toward the back of the castle."
"Then that is where we will go." Arthur replied, then rushed out of the room, his soldiers and the Monkees following.
As the Monkees followed Arthur and his men, they passed a side corridor. Looking down the corridor, Davy saw several armed men dressed in black start to come out of a room! He came to a dead stop, and the others crashed into him.
"Hey, that's in our room!" Davy shouted, pointing down the hall. Then Peter noticed what one of them was holding.
"That's my book!" He exclaimed.
The men looked over at the Monkees.
"It is the boy who owns this book!" One of the black-clad men said to his cronies. "Get him!"
The Monkees screamed and raced off, the men right behind them. The guys ran down the dim castle corridors, hoping to find Arthur and his men. As they rounded a corner, however, what they found were the men Arthur was chasing! One of them was carrying an unconscious Guinevere. The Monkees crashed into the men, causing a melee of fallen bodies.
"What is this?" One of the men growled, getting to his feet. "Kill these fools!"
"No, Rubert! This one owns the spell book!" Another man replied, grabbing Peter by the collar and pulling him up.
"Give it back!" Peter demanded, trying to reach for the book, but the man pulled it away.
"Aye, Mordred will be pleased." Rubert smiled. "He'll give us a bonus for this!"
"The only bonus you will receive is your miserable lives if you surrender now!" A voice shouted. It was Arthur standing in the corridor with several soldiers.
"HA! One false move from you, great king, and your lady Guinevere dies!" Rubert said with contempt.
"You wouldn't dare!" Mike said, aghast.
"Oh yes, I would." Rubert replied, with a smile that showed his black and broken teeth.
"Eww, I'd get my money back from the dentist if I were you." Mike said, making a face.
Rubert's men began to snigger at that remark. Arthur used the distraction to use his sword Excalibur. He cut the rope holding up the candle chandelier and it came down on Rubert's head. The candle fell to the ground and went out, plunging the corridor into darkness.
Total bedlam ensued as Arthur and Rubert's men attacked each other in the dark. After what seemed like an eternity, the fighting ended, and someone was able to bring over a lit torch to light up the area.
Grabbing the torch, Arthur saw a few of his and Rubert's men lying on the floor, but there was no sign of Rubert or Guinevere.
"Where did they go?" He demanded. "They could not have escaped..."
Davy and Micky were huddling next to each other by a wall.
"Are you ok, Micky?" Davy asked.
"Yeah, I'm fine Davy." Micky replied, "How about you, Mike and Peter?"
Neither of them answered him. Micky got up and looked around. There was no sign of either Monkee anywhere in the corridor.
"Mike? Peter?" Davy called.
Micky ran down the length of the corridor, but there was no sign of them, or of Rubert, his men or Guinevere. He ran back over to Davy.
"They're gone." Micky said, his eyes tearing up.
Davy did not answer as tears welled up in his eyes as well.
"Poor Peter and Mike." Davy whispered.
"Look around!" Arthur shouted, "There must be a secret passage around here!"
So everyone who was able to started to feel the walls and floors to see if they could find a secret passage. Micky banged on one of the walls...and nearly fell through it when it suddenly opened!
"Hey, Micky found something!" Davy shouted, looking down the passage.
Arthur quickly joined the two Monkees and saw that there was a dark corridor that led down. Without a word, he grabbed a torch and led the way into the passage.
After several feet, the corridor suddenly stopped. Arthur pushed on the wall, and suddenly the group found themselves standing outside back of the castle. There was no sign of Rubert, Guinevere or of Peter and Mike. Further, on, there was a stream and everyone walked over to it.
Arthur found a note stuck to a tree with a knife. He pulled the knife free and read aloud the note.
"King Arthur, if you wish to see your fair Guinevere alive again, you will surrender your throne to me. Then you both shall be sent into exile. Do not attack my castle if you value her life. You have until the sun sets tomorrow. Your son, Mordred."
With an angry look on his face, Arthur crumpled up the note and threw it into the stream.
"Did the note say anything about Mike and Peter, Your Majesty?" Micky asked.
Arthur just shook his head, unable to speak.
"You cannot give up your throne, sire." Lancelot told him, "Let us attack Mordred's castle."
"No, you heard what I read." Arthur snapped, "I must surrender my throne to him or else Guinevere dies."
"Perhaps you should go to Mordred, King Arthur." Micky said.
"Are you mad?" Galahad yelled at him.
"No, but it won't be what Mordred expects." Micky smiled.
"You have a plan, Micky?" Davy asked.
"Yes, and we'll be needing Merlin." Micky smiled.

"Very well, we shall get him." Arthur said, "And I also wish to question the servant girl who was in Lady Guinevere's room. She may know how those men got into my castle."
One of the guards ran off to find Felicity while everyone else went back into the castle once again to seek out Merlin.

It turns out Merlin was standing at the top of the front castle wall, hurling fireballs at the fleeing invaders.
"There, they shall think twice before they attack this castle again!" Merlin said smugly.
"I am afraid, dear wizard, that it was all a trick." Arthur said, as he and the others walked over to him, "Mordred's men came in through a secret entrance and stole away the Lady Guinevere and two of the travelers."
Merlin sent another fireball into the air. It crashed into the ground and set some grass on fire.
"He has gone too far this time!" Merlin shouted.
"Aye, but Micky said he has a plan that will require you." Arthur replied.
Just then, the guard that Arthur had sent to fetch Felicity came running back.
"A thousand pardons, sire." He said breathlessly, "We cannot find the girl."
"You've searched the servants' quarters?" Arthur asked.
"Aye, and any other place she might be." The guard replied.
"She said she was hit on the head." Davy remarked, "She might be wondering around in a daze somewhere."
"That could be true." Arthur admitted, then spotted a cloaked figure in the courtyard, trying to sneak through the gate while everyone was trying to clean up.
"Guards, stop that person!" He shouted, pointing at the figure.
The figure tried to run through the gates, but the guards easily grabbed the figure and forced it back inside the castle. Arthur, Merlin, Micky, Davy and the other guards ran over.
"Let me go, let me go!" A female voice shouted. In her struggles with the guard, her cloak came loose, revealing none other than Felicity.
"It seems you have recovered from your blow quickly, woman." Arthur said sternly, "Why were you trying to run away?"
"I...I was afraid of Mordred coming back." Felicity said.
"So you think you would be safer outside the castle?" Merlin wondered, throwing a bit of powder at her face. "Now, tell us the truth."
Felicity stood stiff as a board as she answered Merlin, her eyes looking straight ahead.
"I was afraid you would find out that I showed Mordred's men where the Lady Guinevere's chambers were and where Peter's book was kept." She said slowly, as if in a trance.
"You led them to Guinevere?" Arthur shouted at her, "Did you also show them the secret entrance?"
"No, they already knew about it." Felicity replied, then wobbled a bit as the truth powder wore off. She fell to her knees.
"Please sire, have mercy!" She cried, "I had to help them! Mordred holds my father captive in his own dungeons! I had to help or my father would die!"
"It is true, sire." Arianna said, coming over to him, "I knew her father was a captive, but did not know Mordred had forced her to do this."
"I will spare your life if you help us get the Lady Guinevere and the two travelers back." Arthur said through clenched teeth.
"I will help you, sire!" Felicity cried, "Mordred's castle used to belong to my father. I know a secret way inside it."
"Very well. Now Micky, tell us your plan." Arthur said.

Mordred looked out the window of his throne room and watched the sunrise over the distant horizon. Rubert and his men should be back soon, that is, if everything went to according to his plan. Soon, Camelot will be his. He will rightfully have what should have been his from the beginning. Arthur had promised to make him a duke when he turned 18 but broke his promise when he had heard how Mordred had led a massacre of a Roman garrison. Why should Arthur have cared how he had disposed of the last of the Roman overlords? Mordred's father had promised other things to him, but always broke them when he had found out how Mordred had behaved during assignments. Arthur was simply getting too old. Britain needed a strong arm to keep the peasants in order and he, Mordred would provide it, once Camelot was his.
The door to his throne room opened and a man rushed inside.
"My Lord, Rubert has returned!" He said.
"Does he have Guinevere?" Mordred asked.
"Yes, my Lord." The man replied.
"Very good!" Mordred smiled as he sat down on his throne. "Show them in."
The man bowed and left the room. A few seconds later, Rubert came in, followed by his men dragging a now awake Guinevere with them.
"Ah Rubert!" Mordred exclaimed, "You have done quite well!"
"Thank you, Lord Mordred." Rubert replied, bowing low. "Your spy inside Arthur's castle did her job well."
Guinevere pulled her arms free of her captors.
"How dare you, Mordred!" She shouted at him, "Arthur will have your head on a pike before nightfall!"
"Not if he wants to see you alive again, my Lady." Mordred smiled. " By now, he will have found the note demanding that he give up his throne for your safe return."
"He will never do that!" Guinevere snapped.
"Yes he will. You are the one thing he cares most about. Do not worry, I will make sure the two of you are sent into safe exile in Eire." He looked over at Rubert.
"Were you able to find the book that wizard Peter had on him?"
"Oh yes, my Lord!" Rubert smiled, taking Peter's book from one of his men, "And we managed to do one better!" He called out the door, "Bring them in!"
Rubert's men shoved Peter and Mike into the throne room. Their hands were tied behind their backs and they looked tired and frightened. Mordred stood up upon seeing the two Monkees before him.
"Ah, wizard Peter." He said happily, "It is so good to see you again!"

"I wish I could say the same." Peter replied.
Mordred chuckled and stepped down from his throne.
"Wizard Peter?" Guinevere asked, "He is a wizard?"
"Oh you did not know, my lady?" Mordred said in surprise, "This young wizard caused the sun to blacken yesterday." He stepped closer to Peter. "And that is going to be just the beginning of what he will do for me."
"I won't help an un-nice man like you." Peter said, his voice shaking a bit.
"Really?" Mordred smirked, then looked over at the guards, "Take the Wizard's friend to the dungeon and whip him."
"NO! Don't hurt him!" Peter shouted.
"Will you do your magic for me, wizard?" Mordred demanded.
"Yes, I will." Peter replied, hanging his head. "Just don't hurt Mike."
Mordred smiled triumphantly as Morgan walked into the room.
"Ah, Aunt Morgan." Mordred said, "You're just in time to take charge of Guinevere."
"Oh good." Morgan smiled, "Her and I will have much to talk about."
"Hey, you're that servant girl who gave us water." Mike said.
"Show some respect for Lady Morgan Le Fey, knave." A guard said, hitting Mike across the back of his head.
"Yes, I pretended to be on your side so that you would tell me what you knew, fool." Morgan laughed. She looked at Guinevere.
"Come dear, let's go to my chambers. We can talk about your King Arthur."
Morgan walked out of the room, followed by Guinevere and her guards. Mordred turned back to Peter and Mike. He turned Peter around and cut his bonds, then shoved Peter's science book into his hands.
"Put this one in the dungeon for safe-keeping." Mordred said, pointing to Mike, "The wizard and I have much to do."
The guards took Mike away and Mordred smiled at Peter.
"Well, wizard? Begin your reading."

Micky told everyone his plan to save Guinevere, Mike and Peter. The king and his knights agreed it was a good plan and soon everyone began to prepare for the trip to Mordred's castle. The King's horses were watered and fed and provisions were prepared for the troops. Merlin had his covered wagon prepared and he got all his potions ready.
"We must go now," Arthur told those who were gathered, "If we are to arrive at Mordred's castle before sundown."
So, the King mounted his horse and led the way out of Camelot, followed by Galahad, Lancelot and the other knights. Micky and Davy rode in Merlin's covered wagon so they would not be seen. Felicity was disguised as a soldier so she would not be recognized either.
Everyone hoped Micky's plan would work.

As Arthur's group continued to Mordred's castle, Micky and Davy talked to Merlin. They told the wizard that Peter did not have any powers and that his 'spell book' was just a book of scientific facts.
"That does not bode well for your friends." Merlin replied when the two Monkees were done, "If Peter does not help Mordred, he will kill Peter and Mike. But I will do my best to see Mordred brought low at last."

Rubert and his men took Mike down into Mordred's dungeon. Rubert's men were about to chain Mike to a wall, but Rubert, remembering Mike's earlier insult, had another idea.
"Do not chain the wretch there." He smiled, "Chain him here, to the ceiling."
Mike was taken over to a spot in the middle of the dungeon, and his hands freed. Then, pulling a chain and shackles down from a ring in the ceiling, they chained Mike's hands together and then pulled his hands over his head. Still not satisfied, Rubert ordered his men to keep pulling on the free end of the chain, lifting Mike up, until his feet were barely touching the ground. Mike stifled a groan as his arms felt like they were being pulled out of their sockets.
"There, I think he will be much more comfortable now." Rubert laughed, then grabbed Mike by his chin.
"I hope your wizard friend doesn't cooperate." Rubert told him, "I would love to pull your teeth out one by one." He then gave Mike a wide smile, showing his decaying teeth.
Rubert released Mike's chin, then he and his men left, leaving Mike hanging there amidst the instruments of torture.
"Brute." Mike muttered under his breath.
"Aye, that he is." A voice said bitterly, "And to think he was once the captain of my guard."
Mike twisted a bit to see an old man with a long white beard. He was sitting next to the bars of his cell and he looked with sympathy at Mike.
"Who are you?" Mike asked the man.
"My name is Edmund." The man replied, "The former lord of this castle until Mordred, ahem, 'borrowed' it."
"My name is Mike." The Texan replied, "I would shake your hand, but..." He looked up at his shackled hands.
"Well met, Mike." Edmund replied with a slight smile. "Did Rubert say you had a wizard friend?"
Mike wasn't sure how he should answer Edmund. He remembered how the servant girl 'Adrianna' was really Morgan Le Fey.
"Yes, he did." Is all Mike said.
"Then I do hope he can help us." Edmund replied.
"Me too." Mike answered, 'and I hope he doesn't tell Mordred anything useful,' Mike thought to himself, 'Because Mordred could change the future.'

"There are eight ounces to a cup and two cups equal a pint." Peter read aloud from his science book.
Mordred sat on his throne and glared at Peter. All day this boy had read facts and figures to him, but nothing useful!
"Read to me a spell!" Mordred ordered, "Remember your friend in my dungeon."
"Um, there are eight furlongs in a mile and forty rods to one furlong." Peter said quickly.
"I will give you forty rods to your back if you do not perform a trick for me!" Mordred shouted, getting up off his throne.
Just then, a guard ran into the room.
"My Lord!" He said, falling to one knee.
"What is it?" Mordred snapped.
"King Arthur is here under a white flag of truce." The guard replied.
"Very well." Mordred smiled evilly at Peter, "Let us go meet the King and see what he has to say."

Mordred led Peter and the guards over to the top of the wall surrounding the castle. There, they could see Arthur and his knights on horseback waiting for him. Around them were several soldiers and a wagon.
"Greetings, King Arthur!" Mordred called down. "Are you ready to hand your crown over to me?"
"Where is Guinevere?" Arthur shouted back.
"She is safe." Mordred replied, and looked over to his left. Guinevere and Morgan Le Fey joined him on the wall.
"Are you satisfied now?" Mordred asked.
"What about my two guests you kidnapped?" Arthur asked, "I want them released as well."
"The wizard and his friend stay with me." Mordred replied coldly.
"No, Mordred. If you want my throne, you will have to release them as well, along with all your prisoners." Arthur countered.
"Let the wizard and his friend go." Morgan said quietly to Mordred, "You can always capture them again. The throne is more important."
"So this wizard can take vengeance on me?" Mordred snapped at his aunt. "No Aunt, he and his friend stays." He called down to Arthur.
"No Arthur!" Mordred cried, "Agree to abdicate your throne to me and Guinevere is free, but I will keep my own personal wizard!"
"Then I will not give up my throne," Arthur shrugged. "So I demand you just release them."
"You demand?" Mordred laughed. "HAHA! You do not demand anything in my land!" He turned to Peter.
"Show them your power, wizard, if you value your friend's life."

Hidden in the wagon, Micky turned to Merlin.
"Get ready, I think Peter might be forced to do something."
Merlin nodded and mixed some powder inside a bag.

Peter stepped over to the wall and shouted into the sky.
"Rain, rain, go away! Come again some other day!"
From the back of the wagon, Merlin tied a small bag to a bird and set it free. The powder in the bag came out and mixed with the air, sending a short rain shower down on Arthur's group.
Peter looked in surprise at what was happening. Mordred patted him on the back.
"Well done, wizard. Too bad you didn't make lightning as well."
He then called down to his guards inside the castle.
"Attack them!"
The gates began to open, but just then, Merlin came out of the wagon. Micky and Davy stayed hidden inside.
"Is that the best your wizard can do, Mordred?" He sneered. "How about this?"
Merlin raised his hands and a few seconds later, a huge brown and green fire-breathing dragon appeared in front of the castle! Mordred's men saw the dragon and began to retreat back to the castle.
"Fools!" Mordred screamed at them, "It is only a trick!"
But it was too late. Arthur, his knights and soldiers charged after the fleeing guards and managed to get inside the main gate before it could be closed.
Meanwhile, Micky, Davy and Merlin got out of the wagon and joined Felicity, who had stayed behind. They all had unlit torches and were armed with short swords. She quickly led them a short distance away from the castle and over to a tree stump.
"Push this aside." She said, "It is the secret entrance to my father's castle."
Micky and Davy did what they were told, and there was a trapdoor in the ground. They tried to pry it open, but it the old wooden door was jammed closed.
"Allow me." Merlin said. But instead of using a spell like they thought he would, Merlin simply stomped on the door with his foot and brought the trapdoor crashing into the steps below.
Felicity led the way down the steps and down into a dark stone corridor. Davy used a piece of flint and lit the torches so they could see the way to go.
After following a long, twisting path. The group came upon another door which Micky and Davy were able to break open. They found themselves behind the casks of a wine cellar and quickly extinguished their torches.
"The dungeon is not far." Felicity whispered, "My father and Mike should be there."
"Lead the way." Merlin replied.

Outside in the castle courtyard, Arthur and his knights were battling Mordred's men. Mordred looked on in horror as more of Arthur's men charged out of hiding and stormed the castle too.
"Every man to the front!" He shouted.
"Why do you not go as well, Mordred?" Guinevere asked, "Or do you prefer to hide behind a woman's skirt?"
"Mind your tongue, woman." Mordred then grabbed Peter and dragged him away.
"Watch her." Mordred said to Morgan.
Mordred forced Peter down the steps, closer to the battle.
"Do something!" He shouted, "Use your book!"
Peter did do something...he threw his book down on Mordred's foot! He hopped around in pain.
"Vile wretch!" He shouted, "I will kill you for that!"
"You'll have to catch me first!" Peter replied.
Peter ran off, with Mordred right behind him.

Arthur saw Mordred chasing Peter across the courtyard and called out to his son.
"Mordred! Fight me, you cur!"
Mordred stopped in his tracks and let Peter run on. He grabbed Rubert and two of his men.
"Kill the wizard's friend in the dungeon." He ordered.
"Yes, my Lord." Rubert smiled.
Mordred then turned and charged toward a waiting Arthur. The two clanged their swords together. Both men were excellent fighters and neither was able to get the upper hand.
"It does not have to be thus." Arthur said, "Renounce your evil, join me, we can work together."
"Never!" Mordred shouted back. "You would always try to control me! Britain needs an iron hand if it is to survive, not a weak one!"
The two continued to fight across the courtyard.

Meanwhile in the dungeon, Mike was having a rough time. His outstretched arms and back felt like they were on fire and his chained hands were getting numb. He kept looking around for something to rest his feet upon, but nothing was in reach. Occasionally he would hear noises above him, but he had no idea what it was about.
Suddenly, the dungeon door slammed open and Rubert and two of his men walked in, swords drawn. Mike knew this wouldn't be good.
"Ah, there he is, stretched out like a lamb in a butcher shop." One of Rubert's men sneered.
"Aye, and that's the way he will die." Rubert said.
The three men walked toward Mike, Rubert in the middle. When the men got close enough, Mike brought his legs up to his chest and kicked out. He hit Rubert in the stomach, sending him flying across the room. Rubert's two henchmen tried to grab Mike's legs, but he kicked at them too. Finally, they grabbed Mike's legs and held them together. Mike struggled but the men knelt by his legs and held them fast.
"We got him, Rubert!" The other man said, "Have at him!"
"With pleasure." Rubert growled. He walked toward Mike again.
"Coward!" Edmund yelled at him from his cell, "You strike a man down when he is helpless!"
"Shut up, old man!" Rubert shouted, "Or you will be next!"
Rubert stood in front of Mike and raised his sword...
Suddenly, there was a great puff of gray smoke. When the smoke cleared, Micky and Davy were standing on either side of Rubert.
"I'll take that." Davy said, snatching the sword from Rubert's hand.
"And you'll take this!" Micky said, then smashed a bottle down on Rubert's head.
Rubert went down in a heap. His two henchmen suddenly felt swords at their throats, courtesy of Merlin and Felicity.
"I suggest you let go of that man if you do not want me to turn you two into toads." Merlin said calmly.
Rubert's two henchmen did what they were told. Merlin and Felicity forced the two to stand up and marched them over to a cell, where they were locked up.
Meanwhile, Davy released the chain holding Mike up, while Micky held on to his friend.
"You're gonna be ok, buddy." Micky said.
"Thanks, guys." Mike said, then groaned as he slowly brought down his sore arms. Micky kept Mike upright as Davy released Mike's hands from his shackles.
When Mike was free, they led him over to a chair. There, Mike rubbed his sore wrists, trying to bring the circulation back.
"What about Peter?" He asked, "Is he ok?"
"He was still alive when we saw him a short time ago." Davy replied. " We don't know how he is now."
Suddenly, with a sword in hand, Peter burst into the room.
"Mike? Where are you?"
"Over here, Peter!" Mike called over.
It was a joyful reunion as the four Monkees hugged each other, very happy to see each other.
Across the room, another happy reunion was taking place as Felicity and her father were also reunited. After Merlin had opened the door, Felicity helped her father out.
"I thought I'd never see you again, my dear daughter." Edmund said softly as he hugged her.
"The same for me too, father." Felicity replied, "I often thought of you, even as I had to work for that vile Mordred."
"I hate to break up all this happiness." Merlin announced to the group, "But we had better see what we can do to help King Arthur."
"Can you walk, Mike?" Micky asked.
"I think so." Mike replied, and looked at Edmund. "Are you all right, Edmund?"
"I am now." Edmund replied, smiling at his daughter.
"Then let us go." Merlin said.
So, after chaining Rubert to the wall, the group left the dungeon to see what aid they could give the King.

The Monkees, Merlin, Felicity and Edmund made their way to the castle courtyard. Most of the fighting seemed to be over, with Mordred's men overwhelmed by Arthur's superior forces. It was Micky who spotted Arthur and Mordred.
"There they are!" He exclaimed, pointing to the two men still fighting each other.
Arthur and Mordred were by a set of castle steps, and Mordred was slowly forcing his father up them. It was clear Arthur was getting tired.
"Can you shoot a fireball or something at Mordred?" Mike asked Merlin.
"No, I cannot take the chance of it hitting the King." Merlin replied.
The two men continued to trade blows and found themselves standing on the edge of the wall. Suddenly, the edge of the stone step under Arthur's foot crumbled and he lost his balance. Mordred took the opportunity to knock Excalibur from Arthur's hands. Arthur grabbed the side of the wall to stop his fall and found himself hanging several feet from the ground!
"We must help him somehow!" Felicity said.
Mordred now stood on the wall above his father.
"Now, my King." Mordred said slowly, savoring the moment. "It is time for your abdication." He began to kick at Arthur's fingers.
Suddenly, Mordred was blinded by a sudden bright light! Its source was the Monkees, Felicity and Merlin who used metal shields to reflect the sun in his face! Mordred cried out and covered his face.
Arthur used the opportunity to climb up onto the wall to safety.
"Surrender Mordred!" Arthur shouted, standing on the edge of the wall.
Enraged beyond reason, Mordred screamed and charged Arthur. The king ducked out of the way and Mordred rushed past him. He fell off the wall and hit the hard ground below. Mordred's remaining soldiers, seeing what happened to their lord, quickly surrendered.

Arthur quickly ran down the steps and over to Mordred. Gently, he turned his son over onto his back.
"Mordred, can you hear me?"
Mordred opened his eyes and finally focused on his father.
"Finish me off." He whispered.
Arthur shook his head. "No, I will have the surgeon look at you."
The Monkees, Felicity, Edmund and Merlin came running over to them. Mordred looked over at them, and seeing Mike, Peter and Edmund, looked back at Arthur.
"Too late for that." Mordred said, a slight smile forming on his face. "You win, father. Forgive...me?"
"Yes, Mordred." Arthur said. "I forgive you."
Mordred coughed once and then closed his eyes for good. Arthur hung his head.
"Nobody has won, Mordred." He said quietly, looking at all the death around him.

Above them, on another part of the wall, Morgan watched what was happening with growing horror. When she saw Mordred fall, she knew she had to make her escape.
"Come with me." Morgan ordered Guinevere, grabbing her arm.
"I will not!" Guinevere snapped, pulling her arm away.
"Yes you will." Mordred replied, pulling a knife out of her sleeve. She grabbed Guinevere's arm and began to drag her toward the door in the wall that protected the top of the steps from the elements. Without warning, Guinevere pushed Morgan against the wall and tried to grab the knife.
As the two women struggled, Lancelot calmly walked through the door.
"Greetings, Lady Guinevere, Lady Morgan." He said.
"Lancelot!" Guinevere and Morgan exclaimed.
"It is over, Lady Morgan." Lancelot said quietly, "Put your knife down and surrender."
"Why? So Arthur can cut off my head?" Morgan sneered.
Lancelot shook his head, "No, I have never forgotten you or the love we once had. You will be under my protection." He put his sword back in its sheath.
Morgan was taken aback by that statement. Guinevere was also shocked. She had no idea.
"You still love me, after all this time?" Morgan asked.
"Yes, I do." Lancelot said, walking over to her. He held out his hand for her knife.
After a long pause, Morgan handed the knife over to Lancelot.
"Thank you, Sir Lancelot." Guinevere said, "Now I must go to Arthur."
Lancelot nodded and Guinevere hurried away. Lancelot took Morgan's arm and gently led her down the stairs.
When they got to the bottom of the stairs, they could see the joyful reunion. As the two of them walked over to the group, it became quiet.
"So, Morgan." Arthur said, "What have you to say for yourself?"
"I just wanted power, as is my right as your half-sister." Morgan replied.
"Power brought by the edge of the sword will eventually cut you." Arthur replied, "See what happened to the Romans who used to rule Britannia."
"Sire, I have put the Lady Morgan under my protection." Lancelot said. "As is my right."
Arthur looked surprised. "You still love her?" He asked.
"You knew about us?" Lancelot asked, shocked.
"I would be a bad brother if I did not know what my younger sister was up to." Arthur smiled. "Very well. I will leave her fate in your hands."
"Thank you, sire." Lancelot replied.
"Now, everyone." Arthur continued, "It is a time for healing, grieving, and celebration."

Mordred and the rest of the dead were quickly buried and the wounded were given treatment. Arthur and Guinevere forgave Felicity for helping Mordred and Arthur let Edmund decide what to do with Rubert and his men in the dungeon.
The rest of Mordred's men were given the choice of swearing allegiance to King Arthur or exile. Most of them swore allegiance.

Back at Camelot, Arianna took care of Mike and soon he was well again. Peter showed Merlin his book and the wizard showed Peter a levitation trick.
Several days later, Arthur and Guinevere were married. It was a grand celebration, with all the nobility and the common folk joining in the happy times.
That night, there was a huge feast in the grand hall. Using lutes instead of guitars, the Monkees performed for the King and new Queen. When they were done singing, King Arthur stood up and called the quartet over to him.
When they knelt before him, Arthur picked up his sword Excalibur and held it up.
"In gratitude for your service to me and all of Camelot, I bestow the honor of knighthood upon you." He announced.
Touching the sword to Micky’s shoulder, he said, "Arise, Sir Micky."
Arthur put the sword on Mike's shoulder. "Arise, Sir Michael."
When Excalibur was on Peter's shoulder, Arthur said, "Arise, Sir Peter."
Then Arthur put his sword on Davy's shoulder. "Arise, Sir David."
When the four men had arisen, they bowed deeply to the King, and the whole hall erupted into cheers.
"Now let us continue our celebration!" Arthur exclaimed.
The Monkees were given places at the royal table along with Galahad and Lancelot, who sat at the end of the table with Morgan.
As they ate, the Monkees couldn't help but notice Guinevere stealing glances over at Lancelot, though Lancelot had his attention on Morgan. Remembering the Arthurian legend from school, the Monkees knew this could mean trouble later on, but by then, they hoped to find a way back to their own time.

At the end of the feast, Merlin performed his tricks for the audience. Once again, the wizard amazed everyone with his magic. When Merlin was done, Peter stood up.
"I would like to do my levitation trick." He said.
"You have just learned it, Sir Peter." Merlin protested, "You should practice it more before you perform it in public."
"Oh, I can do it!" Peter smiled. He grabbed a soup bowl from the table and using the thin metal rod he had kept in his sleeve, used it to balance the bowl above his head. To all observers, it looked like the bowl was floating in thin air.
Suddenly, Peter lost control of the bowl and it went crashing down on his head! Peter's world went black as he fell to the floor.
"Peter!" His band mates yelled.
"Hey, Peter, can you hear us?" Micky asked.
Slowly, Peter opened his eyes to see the relived looks on his friends' faces.
"Welcome back, shotgun." Mike smiled.
Peter looked closer at his friends and noticed they were wearing their modern clothes again. He was also lying on a bed in a hospital emergency room.
"Why did you guys change back to your regular clothes?" he asked. "Where did King Arthur go?"
"What are you talking about?" Davy asked.
Coming up next to the guys was a man with a gray beard and white coat.
"He might be a little disoriented for awhile due to the blow to his head." The man said.
"Oh hi, Merlin." Peter said, "I'm sorry, I should've practiced that levitation trick some more."
"Merlin?" Mike repeated.
"He must've seen the name on my coat, since my name is Dr. Merlin." The doctor told Mike, then looked at Peter.
"You had an accident at the flour factory, Mr. Tork." He said, "A bag of flour hit you on the head. You'll have a lump on your head for awhile, but you should be fine."
Peter just nodded, still a little confused about what was happening.
"I'll tell your Mom you're ok." The doctor said and then left.
"Now what's all this about King Arthur and Merlin, Peter?" Micky asked.
"I had the strangest dream." Peter said quietly, "We were in the time of King Arthur and met him and Sir Lancelot and Sir Galahad..."
"Guinevere too?" Davy put in.
"Yeah, but Mordred kidnapped her..." Peter started to say, but then his Mom came into the room.
"Oh, Peter, I'm so glad you're ok." She said, giving him a kiss. "The King Arthur Flour Company said they were sorry about what happened and promised to send you a lifetime supply of their flour."
"That'll bake a lot of cakes." Micky smiled.
"Here's your book back too." Peter's Mom said, giving Peter's science book to him.
"Thanks, Mom." Peter replied, "This is a great gift you gave me...in more ways than one." He hugged the book tight.


THE END