By: Mickys411 and Lisa    Rated PG

It had been a busy morning for the Monkees.
Davy had to mail some letters to England, Peter had to do some local errands, and the two met back at the pad to clean it up, Micky had gone to help his Mom clean out her garage, which he had promise to do a couple of weeks ago. Mike had then taken the monkee mobile to have it service and washed.

Sometime later, Micky came back and gave Davy and Peter a hand. Awhile later, Mike came back, just as the guys had finished cleaning up.
"Hey fellas, the place looks great," said Mike looking around at the pad.
"Thanks we just finished," said Davy getting on the phone to talk to Sandy, a girl he was seeing the next night.
"Say, you guys won't believe who I met today at the music store, while I was waiting for the car."
"Who?" Peter asked, taking a banana from the fruit bowl on the kitchen table, while Micky was getting a glass of water.
"Do you remember that girl Fern from the tea shop?" Mike asked.
Peter choked on his banana, Davy nearly dropped the phone out of his hand, and Micky spit the water he was drinking out of his mouth.
"Do you mean Fern, whose mother own the tea shop?" asked Davy.
"The same Fern whose Mother ran the tea shop, and kidnapped Davy to help her daughter's show business career?" asked Peter.
"And who almost broke up the group? That Fern?" asked Micky.
"The very same,” Mike answered.
"What is she up to now? Not that I care to know," said Davy.
"Well, she hasn't really been on good terms with her Mother since that contest, and she is now on her own. She works as a receptionist at a dentist office during the week, and on the weekends she sings at the local clubs with a guitar player as a duet." Said Mike.
"That sounds kind of groovy," said Peter.
"Actually, the guy who plays guitar for her has moved away, and she was looking for a replacement,” said Mike, “Now I hope you guys don't get too mad when I say this, but I told her I'd take the job."
"You said what?" said shouted Davy.
"Look we haven't had any gigs in awhile, and like I said she's changed."
Peter, Micky and Davy thought this over for a few minutes, then gave their answers.
"Well, we could use some extra money," said Micky.
"If that what you want to do that's fine by me too," said Peter.
"I'm not so sure about this," said Davy.
"Come on Davy, like Mike said, Fern is a different person now," said Peter.
"Yeah, all the stuff that happened wasn't her fault at all it was her meddling Mother," said Micky.
"I glad some of you guys don't mind," said Mike.
"By the way, when's the first gig?' asked Peter.
"Tomorrow night, I was wondering if you guys are coming."
"You know I got that date with Sandy," said Davy.
"I like to but, I'm having dinner over at Valerie's," said Peter.
"And I'm going to the movies with Jenna," said Micky.
"That's ok,” said Mike, “You'll see Fern soon anyway."
"At a gig?" asked Peter.
"Actually, I invited her over here to look over a few songs I wrote."
"You mean she's coming here?" asked Davy.
"Yes, around five."
"Five O'clock tonight?" Davy demanded.
"Yes, tonight." Mike replied, "We're going to do our first show tomorrow night, so I want to be prepared."
"This gig with Fern will only be temporary, right?" Davy persisted.
"Yes, I told her I'm still with you guys and this is only until she finds a permanent guitar player." Mike answered, starting to get annoyed with Davy's questions.
"Well, we have a few more hours," Peter said, "So I guess I have time to bake a cake for her."
"I'll help you, Peter." Micky said, following Peter into the kitchen.
Davy looked at his friends in astonishment, but said nothing. He simply got up and went into his bedroom to think.

Mike looked through his list of songs he had written in the last few weeks, Davy was still in his room, and Peter was baking a cake with the help of Micky.
"What do you think is wrong with Davy?" Peter asked.
"Beats me," Micky answered.
"Do you think he could be jealous?"
"It does sound like it."
Davy was use to always getting the girl. but this time it wasn't him. But after all, when he did meet Fern the guys didn't seem to like her. Now all of a sudden, the guys see her differently. That was all Davy could think about, while he was in his room

The cake Peter and Micky baked didn't seem to turn out 'too' bad as they admired their creation. Micky did have some doubts.
"I thought the pineapples were supposed to be on the bottom of the Upside-down Pineapple cake." He said.
Peter just shrugged and flipped the cake over.
"How's that?"
"Much better, Peter." Micky replied.
It was Micky's night to cook so he made Spaghetti and called the others to eat when it was ready. Davy reluctantly came out of his bedroom and joined the others at the table.
While the others dug into their pasta, Davy hardly ate a thing.
"What's wrong, Davy?" Micky asked around a mouthful of spaghetti, "I cooked it long enough."
"It's ok, Micky." Davy asked, "I'm just thinking about Fern again and how her and her mom treated me. I just don't want Mike to be hurt."
"I said she's changed, Davy." Mike said, wiping his mouth. "You'll see when she comes over." He looked up at the kitchen clock. "We better clean up, it's almost five."
So everyone pitched in to clean up the kitchen and right at five o'clock the doorbell rang.
Mike answered the door, and when he opened it, there stood Fern.
She looked the same, except for now her reddish-brown hair was longer.
"Good evening Mike," she said.
"Hi Fern, please come in," Mike said inviting her in the pad.
"You remember Micky, Peter and of course Davy?”
"Hell-o Micky, Peter, nice to see you again Davy. It's been quite a long time since we last saw one another."
"Yeah, long time indeed," said Davy, almost mumbling.
Mike, Micky and Peter ignored Davy's comment.
"How have you been Fern?" Micky asked.
"Yeah, Mike told us what you've been up to," said Peter.
"Well yes, it's true that I have a few new jobs and that I haven't really spoken to my Mother for awhile now," said Fern.
"I guess that means I can't ask you how she is," said Davy with a laugh.
"Will you excuse us? We’ll let you two practice, while Peter, Davy and I go for a walk,” said Micky as he and Peter grabbed Davy by the arms.
Mike knew what Peter and Micky were up to, and whispered to them, "Thanks you two."

Mike and Fern began to rehearse as Micky and Peter took Davy outside, and walked him over until then got on the beach.
"Hey let go of me right now!" Davy demanded.
Micky and Peter did just that, causing Davy to land face first in the sand.
"Davy, what were you doing in there?" Micky asked.
"Yeah, you never act this way around guests, especially if the guest is a girl," said Peter.
"I know I know.” said Davy, “But this is Fern."
"Look Davy, will you please give her a chance?" asked Peter.
"Yeah, do it for Mike," said Micky.
Davy thought for a second then answered, “Ok, I'll try."
Peter and Micky were glad to hear that, and by the time they got back to the pad, Mike and Fern were done practicing.
"How did practice go?" Peter asked.
"Fine thank you," Fern answered.
"Too bad you guys got other plans tomorrow night and will miss the opening night, but Fern and I understand," said Mike.
Peter then invited everyone to try the cake he made.
Everyone had some, except for Davy due to fact that he was allergic to pineapple.
"Your cake tasted wonderful Peter," said Fern.
"Thank you, I'm think I may make something for my dinner with Valerie tomorrow," said Peter.
Fern checked her watch and said," I better get going now, one of the receptionist is out sick and I have to get in early and do some paperwork for my boss."
The guys said good-night to Fern as she left the pad.
Mike, Peter and Micky were glad that the rest of the evening went along fine.

The next day, Mike was getting ready for the show, Micky was checking what time he and Jenna should go to the movies, Davy was making reservation for his date with Sandy and Peter was once again experimenting in the kitchen.
He came out moments later holding a tray of cookies.
"Do you two mind trying the oatmeal cookies I made for Valerie's dinner?" Peter asked.
Davy and Micky weren't sure, but they didn't want to hurt Peter's feelings and after all the cake he made last night wasn't so bad, so they each took a cookie from the tray.
The two took a bite and then both made faces.
"No offence Peter, but I think you over cooked the raisins," said Davy, with a mouthful of cookie.
"Oh those aren't raisins," said Peter.
"Then can you please tell me what I'm eating, I'm starting to get nervous," said Micky.
"I used prunes."
"Prunes?" Davy and Micky asked at the same time.
"Yep," said Peter.
Just then, the over rang, telling him the second batch of cookies was done.
When Peter left, Micky and Davy spit the cookies into napkins then threw the remaining of their cookies out the window.
At that moment, Mike came downstairs.
"I'm off to the club to meet Fern," he said grabbing his guitar.
"Good luck tonight," Micky, Davy and Peter told him.
"Thanks fellas."
The other guys then got ready for their evening plans.

When Mike and Fern got to the club, they waited to go stage, as the watched the other groups play.
"I sure hope we do well," said Fern.
"Don't worry, I think we practice enough," said Mike.
"Am I too late for your show?" asked a voice.
The two turned to see Peter, walking towards their table.
"Hey Peter, I thought you were having dinner with Valerie?" Mike asked.
"We had to cut it short," Peter answered.
"What happened?" asked Fern.
"She got sick, I think it was something the cook made."
"I though I was going to be the only one see your performance," called a voice. It was Micky.
"What happened to your movie with Jenna?" asked Mike.
"I was about to call her about what time to pick her up, when she called me to cancel, because it was her grandmother's birthday," said Micky.
"Fancy meeting you guys here," said Davy, as me approached the table.
"Your date with Sandy over already?" Mike asked with a laugh.
"The waiter we had at the restaurant turned out to be her old boyfriend from high school, and the two acted as if they were still dating, so I left and came here."
Mike was glad to see his friends here to see the show, and hopefully the performance will go well.
After what seemed like an eternity, it was finally Mike and Fern's turn. The stage manager put out a sign on the board that read, "Mike and Fern". The MC came out onto the stage.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, our next act is a singing duo from the local area. Please give a hand to Mike and Fern!"
The audience broke out in applause, with Micky, Peter and Davy giving the loudest cheers.
Mike and Fern came out onto the stage and sat down on two stools.
"Thank you, Ladies and Gentlemen." Fern said, "Our first number is a song Mike just wrote. It's called, "Different Drum."
Fern nodded to Mike and he began to play and she started to sing:
"I'm not saying, that you're not pretty, all I'm saying, is that I'm not ready for any person, place or thing, to try and pull the reins in on me..."
The two did other songs as well, like Propinquity and they did a few Monkees tunes as well. They were on their last song, when suddenly Fern stiffened up and stopped singing, instead staring at the audience.
Mike covered for her, by singing the last part. When they were done, Mike gently helped Fern off the stage.
Backstage, Micky, Peter and Davy came over to them.
"You two were great!" Micky exclaimed.
"But what happened on the last song, Fern?" Peter asked, noticing that she was still looking a little disturbed.
"Yeah, are you ok?" Mike asked.
Fern bit her lip for a few seconds before answering.
"I saw my mother in the audience." She said quietly.
The Monkees and Fern then looked out at the crowd to see if they could see her Mother.
But she was nowhere to be found.
"Where did you see her?" Mike asked Fern.
"She was seated around the left side," Fern answered, pointing to some tables.
"She must had left after we finished singing."
The guys and Fern searched up and down the club to see if they could see they could find her mother, but no such luck finding her.
"It looks like she's gone, Fern." Mike said.
"Are you sure it was her?" Davy asked.
Fern nodded her head. "Yes, it was her and she kept staring at me and Mike."
"Do you think she might be back to cause trouble?" Micky asked this time.
"I don't know." Fern replied, "We haven't really talked in a while, so I don't know how she feels."
"If she wanted to get in touch with you, she would've stuck around." Peter said.
The club manager came over to the group. He had an envelope in his hand.
"You two did great, except for the last number." He said, "But here's your money." He gave the envelope to Mike.
"Thank you." Mike said.
"Oh yeah, I almost forgot." The manager added, pulling another envelope out of his pocket. "A lady told me to give this to you." He handed this envelope to Fern.
She stared at it for a long moment before taking it.
"Thank you." Fern said.
The manager smiled and walked away. Fern looked at the writing on the front of the envelope.
"It's from my mother." She said.
"Uh oh, looks like trouble is about to head this way," said Micky.
Fern torn opened the envelope, took out the letter inside and began to read it.
"Fern:
I see that those Monkees are helping you, after what they did of ruining your chances in show business.
I see you've taken a liking to that wool-hat man.
Just remember what they did to you, to me, to us.
I would like to talk to you and your wool-caped friend.
Signed,

Your Dear Mother

"So, you do you suppose she wants?" asked Davy.
"She wants me to fire Mike, and make her my manager again," said Fern.
"Your Mother was your manager?" asked Peter.
"Yes, Mother always wanted me to be a star. Even as a little girl, while most children played, I was going to auditions, filming commercials, performing in plays."
"Well, judging by that letter from your Mother, I hate to say this, but it looks like something bad is about to come our way," said Mike.
"What do I do now?" asked Fern.
"Don't worry Fern, we won't let you down," said Davy.
"Yeah, we'll protect you," said Peter.
"But we have to keep our eyes open for any thing fishy," said Micky.
"I agree on that," said Mike.
"Thank you guys, I really appreciate it," said Fern.
"So are you going to talk to your Mother?" Peter asked Fern.
"I don't think I'm ready to have a word with her just yet," Fern answered.
"You know, I think she's trying to scare you and Mike," said Davy.
"Judging by the sound of that letter, I agree," said Micky.
"Now hold on a second everyone, let's cool it, said Mike, let’s not jump to any conclusions. She might just want to talk to us."
"What could she have to say?" asked Davy.
"I'm not sure," said Fern.
"We can debate this all night." Micky finally said, "I think we should all go home and wait to see what Fern's Mom does next."
"You're right." Fern said. "It's late. In the morning I should be able to think more clearly and decide if I want to talk to her yet or not."
"Can we take you home, Fern?" Mike asked.
"Yes, I would appreciate that." Fern smiled, "Thank you."
Mike opened the envelope that the manager had given him and gave half of the money to Fern. She put it in her purse.
"We better go, fellas." Davy said, "The club is starting to close up."

So the Monkees drove Fern to her apartment. They waited until she went inside before they drove off for their pad.
As his friends talked about what happened tonight, Davy kept quiet and thought about Fern and her Mom. It really did seem that Fern had changed, but still there were nagging doubts in the back of his mind. Hopefully, things would sort themselves out in the next few days and they would all see if things were as they seemed.

For the next few nights, Davy, Peter and Micky attended Mike and Fern's concerts to keep an eye out for her Mother, but so far, they never were able to spot her.
Even on the nights when the three had rescheduled their dates, Mike and Fern carefully watched the crowds, but her Mother wasn't there.
"You know, I think she's trying to get you to worry more," said Davy, when all five of them met up after a performance one night.
"Yeah, we haven't seen her the nights we came to the shows," said Micky.
"Same here,” said Peter, “But I did noticed that at every show we were at I saw a woman who always sat at the table next to Micky, Davy and I."
“What did this woman look like?’ asked Mike.
"I couldn't really see her face, because she was always wearing a large black hat and sunglasses."
"Wait a minute, I think I saw that same woman too,” said Fern, “Oh no!"
"What's wrong Fern?" asked Mike.
"I think that woman was my mother!"
"She came to all the shows in disguise, so you or any of us wouldn’t spot her out," said Davy.
"Maybe we could still catch up to her," said Mike.
And the five went to look for Fern's mother.
Once outside the club, they searched around, but couldn't find anyone wearing a black hat and sunglasses.
"She probably went home already." Fern said.
"Let's split up and look." Micky suggested, "Maybe she's still walking to her car."
Everyone agreed and went in different directions. After several minutes, Fern, Micky, Peter and Davy met back at the front of the club.
"Well, it looks like she gave us the slip." Davy said.
"The next gig we do, we'll watch out for her since we know what disguise she's using." Fern said.
"Yeah, let's go home, Mike." Peter said, then looked around. "Hey, where's Mike?"
The others looked around too, but Mike had vanished.
"He's gone!" Everyone said.
The Monkees and Fern began to look around to see what happened to Mike.
"I wonder where Mike could have gone to,” said Davy.
"Hey guys, I found something!" called Peter, pointing to something lying in front of the Monkee mobile.
Davy, Micky and Fern didn't hear him though.
"You don't suppose my mother could have something to do with this?" asked Fern.
"Guys, I think I found a clue!" Peter shouted once more.
"Hold on, I think Lassie found something," said Micky.
They all went over to see what Peter had found.
"That's Mike's lucky guitar pick, he never goes anywhere without it," said Davy, looking at the object Peter had in his hand.
"You don't suppose Mike was kidnapped?" asked Fern.
"I hate to say this but it's most likely," said Micky.
"Poor Mike," Peter sniffed.
"Don't worry Peter, I'm sure Mike is ok," said Davy.
"Let's hope so," said Micky.

Davy turned on Fern. "I knew you and your mother would be trouble as soon as I saw you again!" He exclaimed. "Mike trusted you and now he's in trouble!"
"Davy believe me, I had nothing to do with this!" Fern cried, "I didn't know my mother still had such hatred for the four of you!"
"Let's not argue about this now." Micky said. "We have to find out where Fern's Mom took Mike."
"Oh there you are!" Another voice said behind them.
Micky, Peter, Davy and Fern screamed and turned around.
It was the club manager.
"Sorry, didn't mean to interrupt anything." The man said, sounding a little startled, "But you forgot your pay." He handed an envelope to Fern. "And a lady asked me to give this to you as well." He handed another envelope to Fern.
"Did you happen to see where the lady that handed you that envelope went to?" Micky asked.
"No, but she seemed to be in a big hurry though." The manager replied. "Well, goodnight." He said, and walked back to his club.
"I think I know who that letter is from." Davy said.With a shaking hand, Fern opened the envelope and read the note from her mom. She read it aloud.

"Dear Fern,
As you've guessed by now, I've kidnapped your friend Mike. I did this because you still insist on working with a man who helped ruin your career in show business.
I want you to come immediately to Pier 42 along the docks and maybe I can talk some sense into you. Come alone, or Mike will be swimming with the fishes.

By: Lisa and Mickys411 Rated PG

It was late Friday night and the Monkees were home at their beachfront pad. They were sitting in front of the new (used) TV they had just bought from Quincy's TV shop. He had let them have it for a reasonable price and it seemed to work well.
Right now, they were watching the latest installment of Star Trek. Micky was a big fan of the series and never missed an episode. Mike and Peter were not as big a fan as Micky but watched since there was nothing else to do that night. Davy's date had cancelled at the last minute, so he too joined his friends and band mates in front of the tube.
On the color screen, the Monkees watched as the Starship Enterprise chased a Klingon ship that was warping its way toward Earth!
"Warp factor two, Mister Sulu." Kirk ordered.
"Warp factor two, sir." Sulu replied, pushing the buttons that made the ship move faster.
Kirk turned to the science station where his first officer Mr. Spock studied his instruments.
"Any ideas on what the Klingons would be after, Mr. Spock?" Kirk asked.
The Vulcan shook his head. "None, captain. It is totally illogical for them to try to approach Earth with all its defenses."
"Perhaps their ship is some sort of super weapon?" Kirk prodded.
"I have not detected anything out of the ordinary coming from their vessel to indicate it would be a weapon." Spock replied.
Kirk looked over at the communications officer, Lieutenant Uhura. She just shook her head.
"I've been sending a signal to the Klingon ship, sir." She said, "They are ignoring us."
"Then we'll have to get their attention." Kirk replied, "Mister Chekov, fire phasers."
"Aye, sir." Chekov said, firing the phasers at the Klingon's stern.
It was a direct hit, and the Klingon ship shuddered, but kept of going right toward Earth.

At the Monkees' pad, the four Monkees watched the show with great interest.
"Use the photon torpedoes." Micky said to the TV screen.
"Micky, he can't hear you." Mike said, rolling his eyes.
"Fire photon torpedoes." Kirk told Chekov from the TV.
"Aye sir." Chekov said.
Micky gave Mike a smug look and went back to watching the show.

"No effect, captain." Chekov said, shaking his head, "Their shields must be on maximum."
"The Klingon ship is changing course, sir." Spock said. "It is heading in a course around the Earth's sun...and gaining speed."
"It's at warp five and climbing captain." Sulu said.
"Match its speed, Sulu." Kirk replied.
"Aye sir." Sulu said, and the ship went to warp five as well.
Suddenly, the Klingon ship fired a blue torpedo out in front of it. The torpedo exploded and a box of blue light appeared in front of the Klingon ship.
"What is that Spock?" Kirk demanded.
"Analyzing..." Spock said, looking into his observation hood.
Before Spock could read the results, the Klingon ship went into the blue box...and disappeared!
"It appears to be some sort of dimensional gate, captain." Spock said.
"A gate to where?" Sulu asked.
"We're about to find out, helmsman." Kirk said, "Follow them!"
Sulu flew the ship through the blue box just as it collapsed, and both ships were gone.

"Where did they go?" Davy asked.
Just then, the show went into a commercial. The guys used the time to get more stuff to eat. Just as the music started again, the Monkees all hurried to their seats.
"Where are we now, Mr. Sulu? And where's the Klingon ship?" Kirk asked.
Sulu looked at his board, then up at the view screen in front of him.
"We're orbiting Earth, sir." He said, looking puzzled.
"Earth? Then where are the planetary defenses?" Kirk Demanded, "Where's the orbital stations?"
"Captain, the Klingons are coming around!" Chekov yelled.
"Shields up!" Kirk ordered, just as a barrage of lasers hit them. They were thrown around, but were unharmed.

At the Monkees pad, the TV screen started to go fuzzy.
"Aw man, not now!" Micky groused.
"We just got this set." Peter said.

"Return fire!" Kirk ordered.
Chekov did as he was told and the phasers hit the Klingon ship, but to no effect.

The TV screen started to get a lot of static, making it hard to see the action. In disgust, Micky slammed his hand against the side of the set. The static cleared up a little, and it seemed the Klingon ship shook too.
"Hey, that's funny, Micky." Mike said. "It looked like you were attacking the Klingons too."
The TV screen showed the battle between the two starships. Whenever Micky hit the TV, the Klingon ship rocked too.
Suddenly, the TV went black.
"Oh no!" Micky exclaimed.
"See what you did, Micky?" Davy said.
"Now we won't get to see what happens next." Micky said sadly.
Just then, there was a noise coming from behind the set.
"What's that?" Peter asked.
"Almost sounds like a transporter." Micky replied, "But deeper."
"That's just science fiction, Micky." Mike said, getting up.
Then there was a sparkle of light, and an instant later, several dark complexioned men wearing black uniforms with gold sashes were standing in behind the TV set! They had guns in their hands and did not look happy at all.
The Monkees, especially Micky, could not believe their eyes.
"Klingons!" Micky exclaimed.

All four Monkees let out loud screams, then jumped behind the couch.
The klingons then walked from behind the TV set and approached the Monkees.
"Please, don't hurt us, we didn't do anything!" cried Peter.
"Peter, I don't think they understand our language," said Mike.
The Klingons didn't say a word, but continued to stare at the Monkees.
The guys were nervous to see what the creatures were going to do next.
The one Klingon then shot his gun at them.
The Monkees then began to panic and covered themselves.
It turned out that the gun shot out a net and the Monkees were soon trapped.
The other then grabbed the net and began to drag the guys away.
The Klingon who shot the net on the Monkees then took at a controller from his robe, pressed a button and the top of the TV opened up.
Though they were trapped, the Monkees could see what was going on, and they didn't like what was happing one bit.

"Is this the source of the attacks on our ship?" One of the Klingons demanded, looking at the TV set.
"Yes, Captain." The Klingon with the controller replied, "It is."
"Hard to believe something so small could do so much damage, but no matter. We will take it back with us after I talk to these humans." Krug replied.
The Klingon captain walked over to the trapped Monkees. He started to speak to them, but quickly realized they didn't understand his language, so he switched to English.
"Who are you, humans?" He snapped.
"We're the Monkees, sir." Peter said.
"You look like humans to me." Krug replied.
"That's just the name we use when we play music." Mike answered, "Who are you, why did you attack us?"
"My name is Captain Krug of the Imperial ship Emperor's Fist." Krug said, "And you attacked us first!"
"What?" Davy exclaimed, "That's impossible! We were just watching an episode of Star Trek and you come beaming in here!"
"You lie! We have identified that object," Krug shouted, pointing at the TV, "As the source of some sort of energy which badly damaged my ship!"
"It's just a TV set we bought today." Micky replied.
"I will not waste time with you humans over this." Krug said, "Right now, I want you to tell me where a man named Babbit lives."
"Babbit?" All four Monkees said at once.
"Yes, Henry Babbit." Krug said, "Our records indicate he lives in this area."
The Monkees looked at each other. Though they had no love for their landlord, they weren't about to tell the Klingons where he lived. Mike stalled for time.
"Why do you want to know?"
"That is not your concern, human!" Krug shouted. "Where is he?"
"We don't know what you're talking about." Micky said. "We don't know any Babbit."
"Yeah, we don't know anything about that un-nice man." Peter added.
"Peter..." Davy warned.
"So you do know him." Krug said, pulling a gun out from his belt and pointing it at Peter's head. "Last chance before your head explodes, human. Where does Babbit live?"
"Hold it right there!" A voice shouted from behind Krug.
Krug and the other Klingons spun to see Captain Kirk leading several red-shirted humans through the back door of the pad.
"The Federation!" Krug screamed, "Fire!"
The pad lit up as the Federation men and the Klingons exchanged fire. Several Klingons were hit as Krug and his men were forced back. Krug hit a button on his sash and the rest of the Klingons disappeared in a sparkle of light.
"Secure the area." Kirk said to one of his men.
As the federation men checked the area, two other men now came inside the pad. It was Mr. Spock and Doctor McCoy. They joined Kirk as he removed the net from the Monkees.
"Are you gentlemen alright?" Kirk asked.
"Yes, thank you Captain Kirk." Micky said. "You came just in time."
Kirk exchanged looks with Spock and McCoy.
"You know who I am?" Kirk asked.
"Yeah, I watch you every week on TV!" Micky said.
"Television was a primitive form of entertainment on Earth in the 20th century, captain." Spock said.
"We were just watching you chase that Klingon ship when they came here and attacked us." Mike said.
"You saw that through your television?" Kirk asked.
"Yeah, the whole thing." Peter replied. "And every time Micky hit the TV, the Klingon ship would rock."
Spock had already walked over to the TV and was examining it through his tricorder. Though Spock by nature showed little emotion, Kirk could see Spock was disturbed by the findings on his tricorder. Kirk knew that if Spock was disturbed, it wasn't good.
"What does your tricorder tell you, Spock?" Kirk asked.
"It appears the circuitry in this television is centuries ahead of what this time period is capable of producing." Spock replied. "In fact, it is well beyond what we are capable of having in our own time."
"You're saying this TV is from the distant future, Spock?" McCoy asked.
"Correct doctor." Spock said. "In fact, it wasn't made by any civilization I am familiar with."
"No wonder the Klingons were so interested in it." Peter said.
"Can you tell us why the Klingons came here in the first place, captain?" Davy asked.
"I was hoping you four could tell us." Kirk replied, "Tell us what happened when they invaded your home maybe that will give us a clue."

The guys then told Kirk, Spock and McCoy about what happened, including the klingons demanding to see Babbit.
"That's unbelievable," said McCoy.
"It sure is, said Kirk, What do you have in mind for us to do Spock?"
"Captain I'm a doctor not a fortune teller," said Spock.
"Well, since those Klingons are gone for now, we might as well relax a bit," said Mike.
"Would you gentlemen like anything to drink?" asked Davy.
"Do you have any Jupiter juice?" asked Kirk.
"No, but we do have orange juice and water," said Peter.
"Water is very rare to find where we are," said McCoy.
Micky then took some glasses from the cupboard, filled them with some water from the kitchen sink and handed the glasses to the space crew.
"What do you think?" he asked the gentlemen.
"Very good," said Kirk.
"Fresh and clean," said Spock.
"Wonderful," said McCoy.

"You really like our water?" Mike asked.
"Yes, when you are millions of light-years away from the nearest civilization, you have to recycle your resources." McCoy replied, "That includes water and air."
The Monkees looked at each other, not too sure if they'd like to drink recycled water. Kirk stepped away from the group and pulled out his communicator.
"Kirk to Enterprise."
"Scott here, Captain." Chief engineer Commander Scott replied.
"What are the Klingons doing right now, Scotty?" Kirk asked.
"They're orbiting Jupiter, Captain." Scotty replied, "Making no sign of leaving."
"Let me know the instant they make a move, Mr. Scott, Kirk out." Kirk put his communicator back on his belt. Spock was busy consulting his tricorder.
"What are you looking for, Spock?" Kirk asked.
"I've accessed the ship's computer for any references to Henry Babbit, Captain." Spock replied.
"What did you find?" McCoy asked.
"Other than serving in the American Army during the Second World War, Mr. Babbit seems to have led an unremarkable life." Spock replied.
"You mean you've got his files in there?" Peter asked this time.
"Yes, I can access the records of anyone who has lived on Earth over the last several hundred years." Spock replied.
The other red-shirted Enterprise men came back into the living room and took the Klingons who had been shot into custody. One man called the Enterprise and they all beamed up directly to the ship's brig.
"Now, what's going to happen?" Davy asked. "That Capt Krug and his chaps are still around."
"I think we should pay a visit to Mr. Babbit." Kirk said, "And see if we can find out why the Klingons went back in time for him."
"Dressed like that?" Mike asked, pointing at Kirk's uniform. "You can borrow some of our clothes."
"It would help us blend in better, captain." Spock said.
"Alright, thank you very much." Kirk smiled.

So Micky, Mike and Peter lent Kirk, Spock and McCoy some of their clothes. They were a little taken aback by the crazy colors but said nothing.
"Here, Mr. Spock." Mike said, taking off his wool hat and handing it to him. "I think you better wear this."
"Thank you, Michael." Spock said, pulling the wool hat down over his pointed ears.
"Mister Babbit lives next door, so let's go." Micky said, leading everyone over to Babbit's house.
But when Kirk knocked on the door, there was no answer.
"He may not be at home, Jim." McCoy said.
"Can I help you gentlemen?" A voice said from the sidewalk.
Everyone turned to see Mrs. Prudy standing there.
"Oh hi, Mrs. Prudy." Micky said, "We were just going to ask Mr. Babbit if there was another house for rent for my cousins from Iowa."
"Oh, I guess he didn't tell you." Mrs. Prudy said.
"Tell us what?" Mike asked.
"He's gone to San Diego for the weekend for his brother's wedding." Mrs. Prudy answered.
"His brother Harry?" Peter asked.
"That's the one!" Mrs. Prudy smiled.
"Thanks, Mrs. Prudy." Mike said and then everyone went back to the pad.

"Well, we'll have to go there then." Kirk stated.
Just as he was about to reach for his communicator, it gave a loud whistle.
"Scott to Captain Kirk." Scott's voice said.
Kirk opened his communicator. "Yes, Mr. Scott, what is it?"
"The Klingon ship has returned and is bearing down on us at warp speed." Scotty replied.
"Beam Me, Spock and McCoy up now, Scotty." Kirk ordered.
"Aye sir." Scotty replied.
"Can't we come too?" Micky begged.
"No, you've already seen too much of the future." Kirk replied, "Stay here, it will be safer."
"But..." Micky started to protest, but just then there was the whine of the transporter and Kirk, Spock and McCoy shimmered out of sight.
"Rats!" Micky complained. "I had a chance to see the Enterprise!"
"I know, but we'd just be in the way, Micky." Mike said, patting his friend on the back.
"Let's get something to eat." Peter said, and the others joined him.

Back on the Enterprise, Kirk and Spock went over to their places on the bridge with Scott moving out of the way and going over to his engineering station. The bridge crew did a double-take on the clothes they were wearing, but were too disciplined to comment on them now.
"Status on the Klingons, Mr. Sulu?" Kirk asked.
"Two hundred kilometers and closing sir." Sulu replied, "Their shields are up."
"If they want a fight, they'll get one." Kirk said, "Shields on maximum, Mr. Scott. Warp factor two, Mr. Chekov."
"Aye sir." Scott and Chekov replied.
The words were barely out of their mouths when a barrage of laser fire hit the Enterprise. The ship wobbled but the shields held.
"Return fire!" Kirk ordered.
Chekov obeyed and sent several phasers back at the Klingon ship. Several large pieces of debris fell from the Klingon ship and fell toward Earth.
"Direct hit." Spock said tonelessly. "They are retreating."
"After them, Sulu." Kirk ordered.
The Enterprise chased after the Klingon ship once again.

Meanwhile, the debris from the Klingon ship was not as it seemed. Hidden among the wreckage was a small Klingon shuttle, unnoticed during the battle. When the two starships were gone, the Klingon shuttle roared to life and headed back to the Monkees pad in Southern California.

Back at the pad, The Monkees were making up their minds on what to eat.
"Whose turn is it to cook dinner tonight?" asked Mike.
"Mine,” Peter answered.
"You know, I think I'm in the mood for pizza," said Davy.
"Me to," said Micky.
Just then, the guys felt something wasn't right.
In fact, there was something wrong, for they felt the pad shaking.
"What's going on?" asked Davy.
"Nothing, except that the pad is shaking," answered Peter.
"It's an earthquake!" shouted Micky.
"Duck and cover everyone!" yelled Mike.
The Monkees then scrambled under the kitchen table.
Seconds later however, the shaking stopped.
"What do you suppose that was all about?" asked Davy.
"Maybe it was just an aftershock," said Mike.
"Uh, guys I don't think that was an aftershock," said Peter.
"What do you mean?" asked Micky.
"Look out the window."
The guys did look out the window and saw that the Klingons ship had returned.

"I thought they were gone!" Peter cried.
The Klingon shuttlecraft dropped down and hovered near the pad's back window.
"Get down!" Mike yelled, pushing his friends to the floor.
The shuttlecraft hovered near the window for a few more seconds, then dropped out of sight.
"Do you think they're finally gone?" Davy asked.
Micky cautiously went to the window...and saw that the shuttlecraft had landed on the beach below him! Worse yet, the hatch was opening and several Klingons were jumping out and heading toward the pad!
"They're coming up here! Run!" Micky screamed.
The Monkees wasted no time running to the front door, but got wedged between the doorframes. Micky shoved his friends out the door, just as Mrs. Prudy came out of her house.
"What's going on?" She yelled, very frightened, "What's that ship doing on the beach? Are we being invaded?"
"Get back in the house, lock the doors and hide, Mrs. Prudy!" Mike yelled over to her.
"Why, what's going on?" Mrs. Prudy asked.
Micky ran over to Mrs. Prudy, calling over his shoulder, "Get out of here! I'll hide with Mrs. Prudy!"
Mike, Peter and Davy took off down the street, while Micky practically shoved Mrs. Prudy back into her house and slammed the door behind them.
A few seconds later, several Klingon soldiers , not finding the Monkees inside their pad, charged outside.
"Find those humans!" Captain Krug yelled to his men. "I want them alive!"
Several Klingons spread out around the houses. One of them looked inside the window of Mrs. Prudy's house. She got a glimpse of the Klingon and almost screamed, but Micky put his hand over her mouth.
The Klingon who was looking in Mrs. Prudy's window was about to kick her door in when another Klingon shouted:
"There they go!"
"After them!" Krug yelled.
The Klingon forgot about Mrs. Prudy's house and joined the others in chasing Mike, Peter and Davy.
Micky let go of Mrs. Prudy and took a peek out the window. He watched as the Klingons ran down the street away from them. He was glad he and Mrs. Prudy were safe, but concerned that his friends were still in danger. A tap on Micky's shoulder made him jump and spin around.
"Please don't do that, Mrs. Prudy." Micky asked.
"Will you please tell me what's going on?" Mrs. Prudy demanded. "Who was that pointy-eared man?"
Micky knew he couldn't tell Mrs. Prudy the truth. She'd never believe it, plus he was having a hard time believing that he was being chased by the characters of a TV show.
"Have you heard of the TV show Star Trek?" Micky asked.
"Yes, my son likes to watch it." Mrs. Prudy replied.
"Well...they're filming a new episode here. The evil Klingons have invaded Earth. I pushed you back into your house so you wouldn't ruin the shot." Micky lied.
"I see." Mrs. Prudy nodded, "How long will they be here?"
"Hopefully not too long." Micky replied.

Meanwhile, Mike, Peter and Davy were being chased by the Klingons. One of them pulled out his gun and pointed it at the fleeing trio. Krug knocked it aside.
"I said I want them alive." The Klingon captain snapped.
The three Monkees ran to an intersection and spotted a street carnival to their left.
"We can hide among the crowd." Mike said.
Davy and Peter nodded and ran toward the carnival.

The guys made it to the street fair, and decided to split up in different directions, that way the Klingons would have a hard time finding them.
Just as the Klingons were about to look to see where the Monkees went, an older looking man approached them.
"There you are, the next show is in 10 minutes," said the man as he led the Klingons away.
The Klingons looked at their captain, who shrugged and said, "Maybe he will show us where the humans are hiding."
The other Klingons nodded and let the old man lead them over to a stage.

Meanwhile, Mike, Peter and Davy wandered around the crowds, trying to avoid being spotted. Fortunately, the street fair was quite crowded with people.
"Maybe we should try to head back to the pad." Davy suggested.
"They might've left guards there, Davy." Mike replied. "We can't take that chance."
Suddenly, the old man who had met the Klingons came onto the fair stage and spoke into his microphone.
"Ladies and Gentlemen." He announced, "Our next act is The Bonzo Brothers and their trained poodles!"
Several poodles raced up onto the stage from the back, followed by several puzzled Klingons. The poodles began to bark and jump around the Klingons, who were getting annoyed by their antics.
"Get away from me, you pest!" Krug yelled at one poodle, kicking him to the side. The other Klingons did the same.
People in the crowd saw that and began to boo. The poodles, not used to such treatment, began to snap and bite at the Klingons. The poodle Krug had kicked aside bit him in the ankle.
"Ow! I will make a rug from your fur, earth animal!" Krug shouted.
"You deserved that, you jerk!" A woman from the crowd yelled at Krug.
"Yeah, how dare you kick those cute little things?" A man from the crowd added.
As the Klingons fought the poodles, one of them spotted Mike, Peter and Davy laughing at them at the edge of the crowd.
"Captain, there they are!" He shouted at Krug, pointing at the three Monkees. A poodle jumped up and bit his finger.
"After them!"Krug shouted, knocking away a poodle that was biting at his pants leg.

The Klingons jumped down off the stage, and were immediately confronted by the angry crowd.
"You're not gonna get away with hurting those poodles, mister." A young teenager said.
Krug had had enough. He pulled out his weapon and promptly blew a large hole in the ground at the boy's feet.
The crowd screamed and stampeded away from the stage, as the other Klingons used their weapons to smash lights and set tents on fire.
Mike, Peter and Davy ran too, to avoid being crushed in the panic. The Klingons chased after them, the poodles hot on their trail.
The three Monkees went down a side street and through back yards trying to lose their Klingon pursuers. The Klingons kept pace, with the trained poodles having no trouble jumping over hedges and gates.
Suddenly, a dogcatcher's wagon came into view and the poodles quickly turned tail and ran back toward the fair. Unseen by the dogcatcher, Mike, Peter and Davy jumped onto the runner board on the wagon's side and were soon too far away for the Klingons to catch up.
Just then, Krug's communicator buzzed. He pulled it out and opened it as he ran.
"What?" He demanded.
"Sir, it seems the Federation ship has discovered our ruse. They are heading back to Earth." A Klingon said.
Krug let out a curse and stopped running, his men did the same.
"What about our ship?" He asked.
"It is on the way back too, but it is badly damaged." The Klingon replied.
"Tell them to delay the Federation ship at all costs." Krug ordered. "We are heading back to the shuttle." He closed his communicator and the Klingons headed back.

"How much longer do we have to wait?" Mrs. Prudy asked Micky for the 50th time.
"I really don't know, Mrs. Prudy." Micky replied for the 50th time, looking out her back window at the Klingon shuttle.
"I hope it's soon, because it's getting late." Mrs. Prudy commented.
Just then, Mrs. Prudy's cat Patches rubbed against her leg.
"Oh, do you want to go out?" She asked Patches.
Patches meowed to say yes.
"I think it will be okay." Mrs. Prudy said, starting to walk over to the front door.
"Wait, Mrs. Prudy, we can't..." Micky began to say.
"Oh, I'm just going to open the door a little and let him out." Mrs. Prudy replied. "I haven't seen those Klingon actors for a long time now."
"I'll let him out." Micky said with a sigh.
Micky looked through the front door peephole. Not seeing anyone or anything suspicious, he opened the door a little and Patches promptly ran out. Micky quickly shut the door again, breathing a sigh of relief.
"Thank you, Micky." Mrs. Prudy said.
"You're welcome, Mrs. Prudy." Micky replied.
"Well, I'm going to go to bed now." Mrs. Prudy replied, "You can stay down here until they're done shooting that TV show."
"Thanks, Mrs. Prudy." Micky smiled, "Goodnight."
"Goodnight, Micky." Mrs. Prudy said and went upstairs to her bedroom.
Micky shut the lights off and waited quietly in the dark. For the millionth time, he wondered if Mike, Peter and Davy were all right. In the quiet, Micky heard several footsteps outside.
Taking a quick glance through the curtain, Micky saw Krug and his Klingons returning.
"Please leave." Micky breathed, "Go back to whatever nightmare you came from."
Just then, Patches began to scrape and meow at the front door.
"Micky, let Patches back inside!" Mrs. Prudy yelled from upstairs.
Her front bedroom window was open and Krug and his men heard her call.
"Wasn't one of the humans we seek called Micky?" A Klingon asked Krug.
"Yes, it was." Krug said slowly.
Inside Mrs. Prudy's living room, Micky frantically waved his arms at the upstairs bedroom, hoping Mrs. Prudy wouldn't call out again.
Patches kept clawing at the front door though and Mrs. Prudy yelled down again.
"Micky, open the door and let Patches in, please!" She said.
Suddenly, the front door was forced open and Patches dashed inside, followed by Krug and his men. Krug shown a bright light at Micky.
"You will come with us, human." He snarled.
"What's going on down there?" Mrs. Prudy demanded, stepping onto the balcony by her bedroom door. She flicked a switch, lighting up the whole house. Seeing the Klingons, she became indignant.
"How dare you invade my home, waking me up out of a sound sleep!" She said angrily. "I'm going to report you to the actors' guild!"
Krug pulled out his weapon and aimed it at Mrs. Prudy.
"No!" Micky shouted, knocking Krug's arm to the side.
Krug's gun discharged, blasting a hole into the wall next to Mrs. Prudy. She screamed and promptly fainted.
"Seize him!" Krug shouted at his men, pointing at Micky.
Micky turned to run, but was quickly tackled to the floor by the Klingon warriors, who then cuffed his hands behind his back.
"What do you want with me?" Micky cried, once he was put back on his feet.
"Where is the one called Babbit?" Krug demanded.
"Why? What do you want with him?" Micky replied. "He's nobody special."
"That's what you think." Krug said, as his communicator buzzed again. Krug ripped it out from his belt.
"What is it?" Krug asked.

“The Federation ship is close by sir.” The man said.
"We're going back to the shuttle now." Krug said, then shut off his communicator.
"Bring him." Krug said, walking out of Mrs. Prudy's house.
Micky struggled to no avail as he was dragged out of Mrs. Prudy's house, down to the beach and into the Klingon shuttle.
The shuttle roared to life again as it took off from the beach to meet up with the main Klingon ship.

Sometime later, Mike, Davy and Peter returned to the pad.
"Micky, we're back," Mike called.
"Is everything ok here?" asked Davy.
But there was no answer.
"Micky, where are you?" asked Peter.
"I bet he's asleep," said Davy.
The three went upstairs, went into the bedroom and looked for their friend.
But Micky was not in his bed.
Just then, there was a loud bang at the door.
"Who could that be?" asked Peter.
"Let's go find out," said Mike.
They went back down the stairs and Davy was about to open the door, when Mike stopped him.
"Wait, let's check to see who it is first," he said.
"It's Mrs. Purdy please let me in!" shouted a voice from behind the door.
"Now we know who it is," said Peter.
Davy opened it, and in walked Mrs. Purdy, holding Patches.
"Oh boys, something terrible has happened!" she said.
"What is it?" asked Mike.
"These horrible men came to my home, tried to take Patches and me, but they ended up taking Micky instead!"
"Which way did they go?" asked Davy.
"Towards the beach," Mrs. Purdy answered.
And the four of them raced to the beach, only to see that the shuttle had disappeared.
"Oh no, we're too late!" cried Peter.

"Where did those nasty men go with Micky?" Mrs. Prudy asked, "I don't think they were really filming a Star Trek episode."
"I don't know." Mike admitted, then changed the subject, "Did you call the police?"
"No, but I'll do that right now." Mrs. Prudy said, heading back up the beach.
"Wait, Mrs. Prudy!" Davy called out quickly, "I don't think ordinary police would be able to handle this."
"Then what do we do?"
"Let's go back to the pad." Peter replied.

Several thousand miles into space, the Enterprise was heading back to Earth. The injured Klingon ship was following close behind.
"A Klingon shuttlecraft is heading toward us, Captain." Chekov said.
"Prepare tractor beams, Mr. Chekov." Kirk replied, "Let's bring them in."
"Aye, sir."
"Belay that order, Mr. Chekov." Spock said suddenly.
Kirk turned to his first officer, who was looking at his instruments intently.
"What is it, Spock?"
"Sensors indicate that there is a human aboard that shuttlecraft, Captain." Spock replied, looking up at him. "The heavy shielding makes it impossible for me to be more specific."
"Uhura, open a channel to that shuttlecraft." Kirk ordered.
"Yes sir." Uhura replied.
"This is Captain Kirk of the Starship Enterprise." Kirk announced, "You will bring your shuttle to a halt and lower your shields."
Krug's voice came back instantly.
"I do not think so, Kirk." Krug sneered, "I have one of the humans you rescued earlier with me. Any attempt to stop us from rejoining my ship and he will die painfully." Krug cut the connection.
Kirk took a deep breath and looking over at his helmsman. "All stop, Mr. Sulu." He said, "Let the shuttle pass."
"Aye sir." Sulu replied, "All stop."
The Enterprise came to a halt and the bridge crew watched as the Klingon shuttlecraft joined up with its mother ship. The Klingon ship limped away and began a slow orbit around Mars. Kirk looked over at Sulu and Chekov.
"Let's head back to Earth."

Back at the pad, Mike, Peter, and Davy gave Mrs. Prudy a cup of coffee then went off to the side by themselves.
"What can we do?" Davy asked. "The police won't believe a word of this."
"We can only hope Captain Kirk will come back." Mike said. "I don't think he would let that crazy TV of ours stay with us."
"I just hope Micky is ok." Peter said sadly, "I hope he doesn't tell that mean Klingon where Mr. Babbit is."
"Naw, Micky won't say a word." Davy smiled.
"Wild elephants won't drag it out of him." Mike added.
The three Monkees looked at each other and began to cry.

Micky was taken to an interrogation chamber deep inside the Klingon ship. His arms, legs and head were then strapped to a large, metal, uncomfortable chair. Unable to move, Micky could only wait and see what the Klingons would do next. After what seemed like a long time, Krug came into the chamber and stood in front of Micky. He was holding a small box in his hand.
"You can make this either very easy or very hard for yourself, human." Krug said. "Tell me where Babbit is right now, and I'll let you live."
"I don't know!" Micky lied.
Micky yelped as a jolt of painful energy coursed through his body.
"Really, human?" Krug asked, looking at the display on the box's screen.
"No, he didn't tell me." Micky continued, "He's a mean man, why would I care..."
Micky cried out as a more painful jolt coursed through him.
"...care where he is anyway?" Micky finished.
"This device tells me you are partially lying, human. Babbit didn't tell you where he was going, but you do know where he is. Remember, I can turn up the energy level in that chair until your brain fries in your head." Krug said with a smile, "So I'll ask again, where is Babbit?"
"I don't know." Micky whispered.
Micky screamed this time as the energy surged through his body.
"Where is he?" Krug screamed at Micky.
"San Diego." Micky said, tears coming down his cheeks. "He's in the city of San Diego."
Krug looked at his box and smiled.
"Very good human, very good."

The Monkees quickly dried their eyes before turning to Mrs. Purdy, so she won't see how upset they were.
"I sure hope Micky is ok," said Mrs. Purdy.
"Me to," said Peter.
Mike looked at his watch and said," You guys stay here, I'm taking Mrs. Purdy home."
"Ok then," said Davy.
Mike took Mrs. Purdy home, said good-night to her, and then went back to the pad.

Mike had just returned from Mrs. Prudy's house when the three Monkees heard the familiar whine of the transporter.
To their great relief, it was Kirk, Spock, McCoy and a couple of red-shirted security guards who shimmered into view. Kirk, Spock and McCoy were still wearing their 1960's clothing.
The guards quickly took up positions at the front and back doors while the three Monkees ran over to Kirk.
"Are we ever glad to see you, Captain." Davy said, "The Klingons have Micky!"
"Yes, we know." Kirk said somberly, "With him as their prisoner, we can't attack them. Tell us what happened."
Mike, Peter and Davy told Kirk, Spock and McCoy how the Klingons had chased them over to the street fair and about the poodles attacking the Klingons.
"So that's another animal that doesn't like Klingons." McCoy smiled.
"Yeah, the Klingons don't like Tribbles either." Peter replied.
"You know about that?" McCoy asked in surprise.
"'The Trouble with Tribbles' is my favorite episode!" Peter said.
"We'll talk about that television show later." Spock said, getting the conversation back on track, "By now we must assume Micky has told the Klingons where Mr. Babbit is." Spock said. "Therefore, we must get to Mr. Babbit first."
"But we don't know where in San Diego he's at." Mike replied.
"Missus Prudy might know more." Davy said. "She's the one who told us where Babbit had gone in the first place."
"Then let's go." Kirk said.

The three Monkees led the group over to Mrs. Prudy's house once again. The security men stayed hidden outside. Peter knocked on the door.
"Hello, Mrs. Prudy!" Peter called out.
"What is it?" Mrs. Prudy said from her upstairs window. "It's late and I'm tired."
"We know, Mrs. Prudy." Mike said, "But we have some men here who are going to help us with those Klingons."
"Can't it wait until morning?"
"No, I'm sorry, Mrs. Prudy." Kirk replied, "We need to speak with you right now."
After about a minute, Mrs. Prudy, now wearing a nightgown and a bathrobe, opened the door.
"Come in, please." She said.
"Thank you, Mrs. Prudy." Kirk said as they all went inside.
"Who are you gentlemen?" Mrs. Prudy asked. "Are you going to make sure those awful Klingon people don't come back? Look at the damage they did to my house." She pointed at the hole in the wall thanks to Krug's laser gun and the busted lock on the front door.
"I'm Captain Kirk of the Federation." Kirk said, "This is my second in command, Mr. Spock and my physician Dr. McCoy."
"You're a doctor?" Mrs. Prudy asked McCoy.
"Yes, Ma'am." McCoy replied.
"Good, maybe you can help me. My bunions have been hurting me something terrible..."
"The doctor can look at you later, Mrs. Prudy." Kirk cut in gracefully, "What we need to know now is if you have any more information on the whereabouts of Mr. Babbit."
"I told you, he's in San Diego." Mrs. Prudy replied.
"Yes, but where?" Spock said, "San Diego has a population of approximately 5,024,980 people."
"Well...I did hear him say his brother was getting married in a church..." She looked up at the Vulcan, "But I just don't remember."
"Madam," Spock said gently, "If you will permit me, I can do a mind-meld with you."
"A mind-meld?" Mrs. Prudy asked.
"Yes, it is a technique I learned to help people remember information they have lost. I can assure you it is perfectly painless and harmless." Spock replied.
After a moment's hesitation, Mrs. Prudy nodded.
"Okay, let's do it."
"While you two do that, I'll have someone repair your home." Kirk said.
"Thank you, captain." Mrs. Prudy smiled, "Babbit would get pretty angry if he saw the damage done here."
Kirk went outside to one of the security guards and told him to request materials from the Enterprise to fix Mrs. Prudy's house. Spock stood in front of Mrs. Prudy.
"Please relax and empty your mind, madam." Spock said, raising his hand and placing it along the side of Mrs. Prudy's face.
After a few seconds, Mrs. Prudy's face went blank as Spock entered her mind. Long seconds passed, then Mrs. Prudy began to speak.
"San Diego...marry Nora...big white church...first Christian Church on Pacer Street, ten a.m. Saturday morning."
As she spoke, other men from the Enterprise came inside and quickly began to fix the wall and the lock on Mrs. Prudy's door. Soon, both objects were as good as new.
"Thank you, Mrs. Prudy." Spock said, "When you go to bed and wake up in the morning, you will not remember anything about this. You will not remember the Klingons, or the Federation or us visiting you. You had a quiet evening at home."
"I will not remember." Mrs. Prudy said.
Spock gently removed his hand and Mrs. Prudy came alive again. McCoy used his medical tricorder to examine Mrs. Prudy and gave her something to help her bunions.
"Thank you for your help, Mrs. Prudy." Kirk said.

The Monkees and the enterprise crew then headed back to the pad to prepare for their trip.
Captain Kirk handed each of the guys odd looking objects.
"What are these?" Davy asked.
"They're freeze guns, if someone is giving you trouble, shot them with the gun once and it will freeze them for five hours," Kirk explained.
"Trust me, they will come in handy," said McCoy.
"Thank you," said Mike.
"My best bet is we get some rest now, we have a long journey tomorrow," said Dr. Spock.
"Guys, I hope Micky is ok wherever he is," said Peter.
"Same here old buddy," said Mike.
"Me too," said Davy.
Kirk, Spock and McCoy beamed back to the Enterprise, leaving two security men to keep watch downstairs in the pad.
Though they were upset and worried about Micky, Mike, Peter and Davy were soon asleep.

The next morning while the three Monkees were getting breakfast, Kirk, Spock, McCoy and a few security men beamed down to the pad. They were all dressed in their 1960's clothes. The security men who had been keeping watch in the pad beamed back up.
"Morning." Mike said to the trio, "Want some breakfast?"
"No, we've already eaten." McCoy replied, "Thanks anyway."
"You gentlemen ready to go?" Kirk asked.
"Yeah, I packed a few sandwiches." Peter said, "And we have our freeze guns."
"Why can't we just beam over to San Diego?" Davy asked.
"We do not want the Klingons to know what we're doing." Spock answered. "They can detect if we use our transporter beam, just like we can detect if they use their own."
"And they've already sent a message that they'll kill him if they see us trying to interfere." Kirk added.
Mike, Peter and Davy nodded sadly.
"What are the Klingons doing now?" Mike asked.
"They are in a polar orbit around Earth." Spock replied, "Obviously getting ready to beam down."
"But we have an advantage." McCoy said, "We know exactly where to look in San Diego, but the Klingons don't."
"An advantage we will lose if we do not leave now, doctor." Spock replied.
"Alright, let's go." Kirk ordered.
The three Monkees, Kirk, Spock, McCoy and the security men climbed into the Monkeemobile. Luckily the car had three rows of seats to accommodate everyone.
Mike put the car in gear and they left for San Diego.

It was pretty quiet on the drive down to San Diego, everyone keeping their thoughts to themselves. Just before arriving at the city limits, Kirk's communicator beeped.
"Kirk here." He said.
"Scott here, Captain." Mr. Scott said, "The Klingons have just beamed down in the middle of the city."
"We're just coming to the city limits, Mr. Scott." Kirk replied, "Keep me posted on their position. Kirk out."
Kirk put his communicator in his pocket and looked over at Mike.
"How much further?"
"Not too sure." Mike replied, "It's been awhile since I've been here."
Spock looked up from his tricorder.
"I have accessed the city's road map and the structure we are looking for is approximately in the middle of the city."
"Where the Klingons beamed down." Peter said.
"Correct." Spock replied, but the odds of the Klingons discovering the place where Mr. Babbit is located is approximately..."
"Step on it, Mike." Davy interrupted.
Mike floored the gas and the Monkeemobile headed deeper into the city.

Meanwhile, Krug and his men, plus Micky, were walking around, trying to find Babbit. Unlike the enterprise crew, thee Klingons didn't bother to change into 1960's clothing. A few people were giving them strange looks.
"You better not have lied to me human." Krug told his captive.
"I didn't, and my name is Micky, you pointy-eared thug." Micky said. Even though Micky had spent the night in a Klingon cell, he was still defiant.
Krug grabbed Micky by the front of his shirt.
"If I didn't need you alive..."
"Sir, this is a large city, we'll need transportation to move around." A Klingon told him.
Krug spotted a motorcycle dealer across the street. Grabbing Micky's arm, he motioned for his men to follow him.
The dealer looked up in surprise from his desk to see the Klingons walking over to him. By the looks of the dark uniforms they were wearing, they looked like a motorcycle gang to him.
"Hello, gentlemen." He smiled, "What's your gang called?"
"We are Klingons and we want your ground transports." Krug replied.
"Sure thing, you want to..." The dealer notice that the Klingons were already helping themselves to the bikes and trying to start them. "You'll need the keys to start them first."
"Give us the keys." Krug demanded.
"Now wait a minute, you gotta pay..." The dealer began.
Krug shoved his laser pistol in the dealer's face.
"Give us the keys, we are taking your transports." Krug said.
"Please do as he says." Micky said quietly.
Krug shoved the dealer into his office and made him hand over the keys to the bikes. Then the Klingon punched the dealer in the face and knocked him out. Krug put on a helmet to hide his ears.
Grabbing Micky's arm, Krug marched outside and tossed bike keys to his men. He then walked over to a bike with a sidecar. Shoving Micky into the sidecar, Krug got on the bike and started it up.
Krug put the bike in gear...and promptly went backwards into a pole.
Swearing mightily in Klingon, Krug finally figured out the gearshift and roared out of the lot, his men right behind him.

Krug and his men roared through the streets, ignoring stop signs and red lights as they looked for Mr. Babbit.
"For such a primitive society, these transports are very nice, human." Krug told Micky.
"Thanks." Micky said dryly. "Glad you like them."
One of Krug's men pulled up to him and indicated he wanted to talk. Krug motioned for a halt, and everyone stopped right in the middle of the street, ignoring the honking horns around them.
"What is it, Kraz?" Krug demanded.
"We are making no progress in finding Babbit in this city, sir." Kraz said, "Plus we are attracting attention to ourselves. We must narrow our search."
Krug nodded and looked at Micky.
"What would Babbit be doing in such a large city, human." Krug asked Micky, "Why is he here?"
"I don't know." Micky replied.
Krug pulled out his communicator.
"Weapons officer." Krug said.
"Yes, Captain Krug?"
"On my signal, disintegrate the tallest building in this city."
"Yes sir." The weapons officer replied.
"No, don't do that!" Micky cried, "You'll kill hundreds of people!"
"Babbit will be responsible for helping kill thousands of Klingons!" Krug shouted back, "Where is he?"
"He's visiting his brother, in the north part of the city." Micky said.
Krug put his communicator back on his belt and signaled for his men to follow him. The Klingons roared off once again, with Micky hanging on to dear life in Krug's sidecar.

The Klingons pulled out onto the highway skirting the city and headed north.
"What did you mean by Babbit will help kill thousands of Klingons?" Micky shouted to Krug over the roar of the motorcycles.
Krug ignored Micky's question as he pulled into the middle lane of the highway, his men in rows behind him.
Suddenly, a long red car with 'The Monkees' emblazoned on the side came out of nowhere and pulled up next to Krug and Micky.
"Going our way, Micky?" Davy shouted.
"You bet!" Micky shouted back.
Davy, Peter and Kirk grabbed Micky and pulled him out of the sidecar and to the monkeemobile!
Krug saw what was going on and reached over and grabbed Micky's ankle as Micky tried to climb inside. For several long seconds, there was a tug-of-war over Micky. Mike ended the fight by floored the gas and Peter, Davy and Kirk yanked Micky away.
"After them!" Krug screamed.
Mike swerved into the far left lane as the Klingon gave chase. Peter, Davy and Kirk finally were able to bring Micky fully inside the car.
"You ok, Micky?" Peter said, giving him a hug.
"I think I can cross being a movie stunt man off my list of things to do." Micky quipped.
"They're gaining!" McCoy shouted up to Mike.
"I got it to the floor!" Mike shouted back, "Those bikes can go a lot faster than we can!"
The Monkeemobile shook as laser bolt hit the trunk. The Enterprise security men returned fire, but didn't hit any Klingons. Another bolt put a hole in the back window.
"If the Klingons hit a tire while we are traveling at this great speed, the consequences will not be good for us." Spock said.
"Hey, I got an idea!" Davy exclaimed, as he reached for his freeze gun.
"What's your plan, Davy?" Peter asked as he picked up his gun too.
"Aim for the roadway behind us and fire." Davy replied.
The two Monkees took aim and fired their freeze guns at the road. Seconds later, the Klingons' bikes hit the frozen patch of road and lost control of their bikes. The bikes skidded and slid off the road, dumping their drivers.
Krug however, was barely able to maintain control as he had a sidecar to balance him. Peter and Davy fired their freeze guns again, but Krug was ready and avoided the frozen road. However, to avoid the frozen spot, he left the road and hit a tree, his sidecar getting smashed.
"Great work, you two." Kirk smiled.
"Where to now, captain?" Mike asked.
"Let's go over to the church." Kirk replied, "We have to make sure Mr. Babbit is safe."
"You know where exactly Mr. Babbit is going to be?" Micky asked.
"Yeah, Mr. Spock did a mind-meld with Mrs. Prudy and got the information from her." Peter replied.
"Great, and thanks for rescuing me." Micky said, "How did you know where I was?"
"My tri-corder picked up Klingon life-forms in our vicinity." Spock replied, "And logically, you would be with them."
Micky smiled at Spock. "If I didn't know better, this is like Leonard Nimoy really becoming a Vulcan."
"Leonard Nimoy?" Spock asked, an eyebrow raised, "You know of him?"
"Yeah, he plays you on that Star Trek show I told you all about." Micky replied.
"Fascinating." Spock said, nodding his head, "Leonard Nimoy was my Mother's great-uncle." Spock had a human mother. He pushed a button on his tricorder. "We cannot discuss this at length right now, the building we are looking for is one kilometer on our left, Mr. Nesmith."
"You got it, Mr. Spock." Mike said.
"I've got what?" Spock asked.
"He means he understands, Mr. Spock." Davy said.
"Are you injured, Micky?" Dr. McCoy asked.
"No, but that Krug had me strapped to some sort of electric chair and kept zapping me until I told him Babbit was here." Micky replied. "I'm sorry."
"Don’t be." Kirk said, patting Micky on the back. "The Klingons aren't known for being humane to their prisoners."
"Did you find out why the Klingons are interested in Mr. Babbit?" Spock asked Micky.
"Krug just said something about Babbit helping to kill thousands of Klingons." Micky replied, "He wouldn't elaborate."
Spock simply nodded and began working on his tricorder again.

Several miles back, Krug and his men were slowly getting to their feet after being thrown from their motorcycles. Two police cars, sirens blaring, came charging over to them. The cars stopped and several policemen got out.
"Hold it right there." A policeman said sharply, "You're all under arrest for assault, theft and reckless driving."
As the policemen tried to handcuff the Klingons, the Klingons suddenly fought back. The policemen were no match for the stronger Klingons and were soon unconscious on the ground. The group of spectators that had gathered to watch quickly fled, not wanting to be next. Krug walked over to his men, not happy at all. He looked down with contempt at the fallen policemen.
"Are these the best warriors these humans have?" He sneered, "Makes me wonder how they became such a galactic power."
"What are your orders now, Captain?" A Klingon asked.
"Is the homing device we put on that human we had still working?" Krug asked another Klingon.
The man checked a device clipped to his belt. "Yes sir."
"Then we will follow that signal right to Babbit." Krug smiled.
He led his men over to the police cars. They climbed inside and took off down the roadway.

"It's a good thing Dr. McCoy's tricorder picked up the homing device when he was examining me." Micky said.
He and Davy were bent down watching Spock put the small homing device on the collar of a small dog they found.
"Yeah, they're clever blokes." Davy replied, "You would've led them right to Babbit."
Spock finished his work and looked at the two Monkees.
"I've loosely attached the homing device to the collar." He said, "It should stay on long enough to lead the Klingons away from us."
"It'll lead them on a wild goose chase." Micky smiled.
"Goose?" Spock replied, "I believe you said this animal was a species of canine called a Collie."
"It's just an Earth expression, Mr. Spock." Micky chuckled.
"I will never understand why humans simply do not say exactly what they mean." Spock said. He patted the dog on the head and gently sent it on its way.
When the dog had gone down the street, Spock, Micky and Davy walked over to Kirk and McCoy. They were about a block away from the first Christian Church and could see the wedding cars decorated with crepe-paper flowers and streamers. The Enterprise security men were discreetly moving about the area, checking for signs of trouble.
"It's almost 10 O’clock." Peter said, looking at his watch, "The wedding should be starting soon."
"Let's get closer." Kirk said.
The Monkees, Kirk, Spock and McCoy walked down the street and to the church. Just then, a car came roaring over and pulled up in front of the church.
Jumping out of the car were two identical looking men. Henry Babbit, the Monkees' landlord, and his twin brother Harry. Both men wore tuxes though Harry had a red cummerbund around his waist while Henry had a blue one.
As they started up the steps, Henry stopped in shock when he saw the Monkees.
"What are you four long-haired weirdoes doing here?" He demanded.
"Uh, Mrs. Prudy told us your brother was getting married, Mr. Babbit," Mike said, "So we came here to wish him luck."
"Thank you, boys." Harry said, "And it's good to see you four again."
The first notes of the wedding march song wafted through the open front door.
"C'mon, Harry." His brother said, taking his arm, "You don't want to be late for your own wedding." He looked at the Monkees. "Don't get in the way." He snapped.
"We won't, Mr. Babbit." Peter said.
Henry and Harry Babbit quickly went into the church.
"Your landlord's a regular ray of sunshine." Dr. McCoy remarked.
"You should see him when he comes for the rent." Micky replied. "Have you found out why the Klingons want him so bad, Mr. Spock?"
"I have been in constant contact with the Enterprise's computers, and I believe..." Spock began then stopped when something cold touched his hand.
Looking down, it was the Collie on which he had put the Klingon homing device. The Collie sniffed Spock's hand again and then rubbed against his leg.
"I think you have a new friend, Mr. Spock." Kirk said.
"Oh no, that dog was supposed to be leading the Klingons away from us!" Davy cried.
Peter gently pushed the dog away. "Shoo, go away." He said.
But the dog simply licked Peter's hand. Kirk's communicator beeped and he pulled it off of his belt.
"Yes, what is it?" Kirk asked.
"Sir, this is Marpac. The Klingons just went past me and are heading toward your position in a police vehicle." The crewman said.
"Understood, over and out." Kirk said, and then put his communicator away.
Peter grabbed the Collie by its collar and led it down the steps.
"C'mon boy, let's play." He said, picking up a stick.
Peter threw the stick as far as he could across the lawn and the Collie chased after it. The Monkee ran after the Collie and took the stick away when he brought it back. Again, Peter threw the stick away from the church, leading the Collie...and the homing device away from the church.
"Great idea, Peter." Mike smiled. Micky smiled too, but hoped Peter wouldn't fall into the Klingon's hands.
"Everybody get down." McCoy suddenly said.
Micky, Mike, Davy, Kirk, McCoy and Spock ducked behind one of the parked cars, just as the Klingons' car drove past.
"That was close." Davy said.
"But Peter's in trouble." Micky said.

Peter had led the Collie several hundred feet away from the church into a wooded lot when he noticed the police car coming toward him.
He turned and ran, the Collie right behind him.
"Get out of here." Peter begged, but the Collie stayed with him.
Suddenly another police car pulled in front of him. It was Krug and his men. They had taken a different route to the church so they wouldn't be noticed. Peter turned, but found other Klingons behind him. Seconds later he was surrounded.
"Uh, live long and prosper?" Peter said, giving the split-finger Vulcan greeting.
A sharp pain hit him and the world went black.

There was hardly a dry eye in the first Christian church as the happy couple exchanged vows. Nora looked fabulous in a white silk gown with a beaded trim, and a veil with a rhinestone tiara.
"Do you, Nora Lee Nelson, take this man to be your lawful wedded husband? For richer, for poorer, until death do you part?" The minister asked.
"I do." Nora replied, slipping the ring on Harry's finger.
"Do you, Harold John Babbit, take this woman to be your lawful wedded wife? For richer, for poorer, until death do you part?"
"I do." Harry replied, slipping the ring on Nora's finger.
"I now pronounce you man and wife." The minister smiled, "You may kiss the bride."
Harry did so, to the thunderous applause of those gathered. Even Henry was overcome with emotion at the sight, his eyes welling up with tears..., which he quickly brushed away.

Things were happy inside the church, but outside was another matter. Peter had not come back and his friends began to worry.
"Peter's in trouble, I know he is." Micky said to Kirk.
Kirk looked back at the church. His first duty was to make sure Mr. Babbit stayed safe, but he couldn't let anything happen to Peter either. He pulled out his communicator and called crewman Marpac.
"Yes sir?" Marpac asked.
"You and your men get over to the church. You are to discreetly keep Babbit in your sights at all times." Kirk ordered, "He's wearing a tux with a blue belt."
"Aye sir." Marpac replied.
Kirk then called the Enterprise.
"Scott here, Captain." Scott said.
"What's our Klingon friends doing, Scotty?" Kirk asked.
"Staying in orbit above California, Captain. They've made no threatening moves." Mr. Scott replied. "We're still on high alert."
"Keep me posted, Mr. Scott." Kirk ordered, "If they make move, you are to attack, understood?"
"Aye sir, understood." Mr. Scott replied. "Scott out."
Kirk put his communicator onto his belt once again. Marpac and his men were now at the church.
"Let's go." Kirk said, walking away.
Micky, Mike, Davy, Spock and McCoy followed Kirk in the direction that Peter had gone with the dog. They hadn't gone very far when Krug stepped out from behind some trees. In his hand was the homing device.
"Very clever, Captain." Krug smiled, "Trying to lure us away by putting our device on an Earth animal."
"Where's Peter?" Kirk demanded.
Krug snapped his fingers and two Klingons dragged Peter over to them and tied him to a tree. Behind them was the Collie, trying to break away from the Klingon who had it on a leash.
"I answered your question, Captain." Krug said, "Now answer one of mine; where's Babbit?"
"Which one?" Kirk replied.
"Don't play games with me Captain." Krug snapped, "Or I'll have your friend killed."
"Captain Kirk is simply trying to clarify your request, Captain Krug." Spock said, "There are two Babbits. They are brothers. Which one do you seek?"
"The one called Henry Babbit." Krug replied, clearly put out by the fact that was more than one Babbit.
"Why do you want him?" Kirk asked. "What did he ever do to you?"
"His death will assure that Klingon lives will be spared and that we will be the dominant force in the galaxy." Krug said.
"But how?" Mike asked this time. "You're in your past. Babbit will be dead long before he can do anything to you!"
"True, but his offspring will still be alive." Krug said.
"His offspring?" Micky asked, confused, "You mean his kids? What's that gotta do with..."
"There's Babbit!" A Klingon next to Krug shouted.
Everyone turned to see Harry and Nora Babbit coming out of the church. A crowd surrounded them, throwing rice.
"Finally." Krug smiled.
A second later however, Henry Babbit walked out, trying to avoid being hit with the rice.
"What trick is this?" Krug demanded, "Did you plant a decoy?"
"Oh I must've forgotten to mention that Henry Babbit's brother is his twin." Kirk smiled, "They're so identical their own mother had trouble telling them apart."
"Then I will kill them both!" Krug snapped, pulling out his laser gun.
Kirk went for his weapon, but Krug was faster and aimed his gun at Peter's head.
"Don't interfere, Kirk, or this human will be sorry."
Suddenly, the Collie leaped up and bit Krug's hand. He cried out and dropped his gun. That was all Kirk needed to make a flying tackle into Krug's midsection. The two men went down and began to tussle on the ground.
Spock jumped forward and gave the Klingon closest to him a Vulcan nerve pinch on the neck. The Klingon collapsed without a sound.
The Collie turned and growled at the Klingon holding his leash. The Klingon went for his gun, but Peter kicked him on his backside. With an evil glare, the Klingon spun toward Peter, which gave the Collie the chance to bite the Klingon on the ankle. The Klingon howled and dropped the leash.
Several Klingons were still around, but they were immediately engaged by Marpac's security team. The Collie raced around, biting Klingons and keeping them away from Peter, who was still tied to a tree.

Fortunately, the crowd at the church was concentrating on the new bride and groom and didn't notice what was going on down the street. However, Micky, Mike and Davy noticed a Klingon coming at Peter, knife in hand. The Collie was too far away to reach them.
"Use the freeze guns!" Mike told Davy.
Davy nodded and the two of them aimed at the Klingon, freezing him in place. Micky, Mike and Davy ran over to the tree and freed Peter.
"You ok, shotgun?" Mike asked.
"Yeah, thanks to that doggy and you guys." He said.
Peter picked his freeze gun off the ground and then he, Mike and Davy began to freeze the Klingons. They froze in place like statues.

Kirk was still grappling with Krug. The Klingon Captain was stronger, but Kirk was quicker, avoiding Krug's attempts to subdue him. Kirk finally had Krug on his back and grabbed his jacket.
"Tell your men to surrender, Krug." Kirk said.
"Klingons do not surrender, Kirk." Krug spat, then head-butted Kirk away. Krug grabbed his communicator.
"Weapons officer, fire at these coordinates!" He screamed, "Wide beam! Destroy everything down here!" He sneered at Kirk. "Now we will all die, Kirk."
Several hundred miles above, the Klingon warship began warming up its weapons.
Head spinning, Kirk fumbled for his communicator and flipped it open. If the Klingon ship opened fire on them from above, everything for blocks around would be ashes.
"Scotty! Attack the Klingons!" Kirk shouted.
"Open fire!" Scotty commanded Chekov.
An instant later, a photon torpedo left the Enterprise and slammed into the Klingon ship. The Klingon ship, still with weakened shields, shuddered in place.
"Direct hit, sir." Chekov said.
"Don't let them fire onto the surface." Kirk ordered, right before Krug kicked the communicator out of his hand.
Kirk grabbed Krug's ankle and sent him to the ground. The two men began wrestling once again.

In the upper atmosphere, the Klingon and Federation ships were battling it out as well. Scotty ordered a constant barrage on the Klingons, forcing them to defend themselves and not giving them time to fire onto Earth.

Krug had Kirk pinned to the ground with a knee to his chest. He pulled a knife out of his boot. He raised it up...then froze in place, a look of hatred etched on his face. Kirk looked to see Davy standing behind Krug, a freeze gun in his hand. Kirk scrambled out from under Krug. He smiled his thanks and quickly grabbed his communicator.
"Scotty, what's going on up there?"
"We're keepin' them busy, Captain." Scotty replied, "Are you alright?"
"We're fine, Scotty." Kirk said, looking over to where Marpac and his security team were rounding up those Klingons who weren't frozen. "Everything's under control."
A burst of static answered him. Kirk twirled a knob on his communicator trying to clear it.
"What's going on now, Scotty?" Kirk asked.
"They launched a powerful counter-attack, sir." Scotty said after a few long seconds, "But the shields held."
"Very good, Scotty." Kirk replied, "Keep me informed."
Kirk put his communicator away and looked up at the sky, even though he knew he wouldn't be able to see what was going on above him. He had every confidence in Scotty and his crew, but still wished he were on the Enterprise's bridge.

Scotty sat in the command chair for several seconds and thought up a strategy to end this fight, hopefully without any lives lost. He looked at Sulu.
"Mister Sulu, see if you can put a tractor beam around that Klingon beauty." He said.
"Aye sir." Sulu replied.
A second later, a yellow tractor beam shot out of the Enterprise and surrounded the Klingon ship. The weakened Klingon ship tried to pull away, but its engines didn't have the strength. It was trapped in space, like a fly in honey.
Uhura called over to Mr. Scott.
"Mister Scott, the Klingons are hailing us."
"What a surprise." Scotty smiled, "Put it on visual, Uhura."
The front view screen lit up to show a smoke-filled Klingon bridge with a bloodied Klingon standing in front.
"Enterprise, this is Sub-Captain Keeg. You will release us immediately." He demanded.
"And what if we do not?" Scotty asked congenially, "What will you do? Your ship is at our mercy, so I suggest you surrender."
"We will not surrender!" Keeg shouted.
Scotty merely shrugged and motioned for Uhura to cut the communication. He looked at Chekov and Sulu.
"Let's take our friends for a little ride, shall we?"
Chekov and Sulu smiled and began to circle around Earth, dragging the Klingon ship with them. Kirk's voice came over the comm.
"What's happening, Scotty?" Kirk asked.
"We have the Klingons in a tractor beam, captain." Scotty replied, "But they won't surrender."
Down below, Kirk looked at the frozen Krug.
"Hold on a minute, Scotty. I got an idea."
Kirk walked over to Spock, spoke with him for a few seconds, then the two of them walked over to the Klingon. Spock held up his tri-corder and took a picture of Krug.
"Spock is sending up a picture of the Klingon Captain frozen by a freeze gun, Scotty." Kirk said, "Maybe that will convince them to give up."
"I hope so, Captain." Scotty said, looking at the picture of Krug on the main view screen. "He makes an interesting statue."
Scotty had Uhura hail the Klingon ship. A few seconds later, Sub-Captain Keeg appeared.
"What is it, human?" He snarled, "My answer is the same as before. Captain Krug ordered us not to surrender."
"Your captain is a frozen statue." Scotty said, sending the picture of Krug over to him, "Unable to do anything but ugly up the landscape. Perhaps you'd like that picture sent back to your Emperor? Think of the shame you would bring not only to him but to yourself and your ship as well."
Keeg looked at the picture in disbelief. Finally, the threat of humiliation made him see reason.
"What are your terms?" He said.
"Hold your position, lower your shields and power down your weapons." Scotty said, "Do that and we'll unfreeze your captain. Nobody will know what happened."
"Very well." Keeg said, then gave the orders to do what Mr. Scott had said.
Scotty called Kirk, who was supervising the cleanup down below.
"Scott here, sir." He said, "The Klingons have surrendered."
"Very good, Mr. Scott." Kirk said, "We'll be beaming up the Klingon prisoners soon."

Just then, the Babbit wedding party got into their cars and began to drive by. The Enterprise crew and the Monkees ducked out of sight, leaving the frozen Klingon standing in place.
"What is that?" Nora asked her husband as they drove by.
"Looks like some sort of sculpture garden." Harry replied.
"Crazy art nowadays." Henry grumbled, "Just like the music today, can't make heads or tails of it."
The wedding cars drove past, honking their horns, announcing to everyone the happy event.

As the last of the cars went past, everyone came out of hiding.
"That was close." Mike said, "At least they didn't hear or see anything."
"True." Spock replied, "This timeline must be kept on course."
"Anything on why Babbit was so important to them, Spock?" Kirk asked.
"I believe so, Captain." Spock replied, "But it would be better to discuss this back on the Enterprise."
"Can we come too?" Micky begged, "I'd love to see the Enterprise."
"Yeah, please?" Davy put in, "We won't tell anyone what we see."
Kirk cast a doubtful look at Spock.
"We do need to speak with them on how they know so much about us, Captain." Spock said.
"We can come with you then?" Micky asked excitedly.
"I suppose so, Micky." Kirk replied.
The Monkees all jumped up and down in happiness. Suddenly, Peter stopped jumping and looked down at the Collie who was sitting next to him.
"What about him?" Peter asked, bending down to pet him, "He saved our lives?"
"Yeah, we just can't leave him here." Davy said.
Just then, a girl of about ten ran over. She was dressed up in church clothes. The Collie barked and ran over to her, wagging his tail.
"Oh there you are, Lassie!" She smiled, petting the dog and looked at the group, "Thank you for finding her. I left her outside the church while we went inside to see my cousin get married, but he must've gotten loose."
"You're welcome." Peter said sadly. He petted the Collie one last time and with tears in his eyes watched as the little girl took the dog back over the church.
"He's back with his rightful owner, Peter." McCoy said, patting Peter on the back.
Peter just nodded and wiped his nose with the back of his hand.
Kirk pulled out his communicator. "You ready to beam us up yet, Scotty?"
"Aye, sir." Scotty replied, "I'll beam the Klingon to the brig first."
The air shimmered as the frozen and unfrozen Klingons were beamed aboard the Enterprise. A minute later, the Monkees and the Enterprise crew disappeared in a shimmer of light.
An instant later, Kirk, Spock, McCoy and the Monkees appeared inside the transporter room.
"Welcome back, sirs." The transporter operator said.
"Wow! That was awesome!" Micky exclaimed.
"I still don't like having my atoms scrambled and re-assembled." McCoy grumbled.
"Bones, take charge of our guests." Kirk said, pretending he didn't hear the comment, "Spock and I are going to the bridge."
"I'm a doctor, not a tour guide." McCoy replied, but Kirk and Spock were already out the door.
"Can't we see the bridge too?" Peter asked.
"Sorry boys, only authorized personnel can go up there." McCoy said, "Come on, I'll need to examine you four to make sure you didn't bring any germs aboard with you."
So McCoy led them down the large circular hallway over to the sickbay. A few crewmembers were walking along as well, though few gave the guys a second glance. They were used to seeing all sorts of people in their jobs. The Monkees did notice, however, the red-shirted security guard following behind them.
Inside sickbay, McCoy ran his medical tri-corder over each of them. He found them healthy, though he did warn them to cut back on the junk food, as their blood-sugar was a little high.
After the exams, McCoy instructed nurse Chapel to escort them to the guest room. The security guard, who had been waiting outside, followed silently behind them.
The room was large, though the beds were a little uncomfortable. A few minutes later, a female crew member brought in four plates of food. When the guys uncovered them, they were taken aback by what they found; square cubes.
"Excuse us, miss...?" Davy asked.
"I'm Yeoman Rand." She replied, "What's the matter?"
"What is this?" Mike asked, holding up a soft brown cube about an inch across on all sides.
"That's a Porterhouse steak." She replied. "The white cube is a baked potato and the orange ones are carrots."
"You're joking." Micky said, unable to believe what he just heard.
"No, all of our food has to be freeze-dried and shrunk so we'll have room to store enough food for our five-year mission." She replied, "Don't worry, it has the same nutrients as the real thing." Yeoman Rand smiled and left the room. Micky noticed the same red-shirted guard standing by the door.
"This brings new meaning to the term 'a square meal.'" Peter said.
"Well, this is one thing I'm not looking forward to in the future." Mike said, tentatively taking a bite of his 'steak'.
"We might have to get used to this, though." Micky said quietly.
"Why is that, Micky?" Davy replied, puzzled.
"Did you guys notice the guard following us?" Micky asked.
The other Monkees nodded their heads.
"Do you think we might be prisoners?" Mike asked.
"I'll bet if we tried to leave, he'd stop us." Micky replied.
"Why hold us here?" Peter asked, getting nervous.
"We've seen too much of the future, Peter." Micky said. "We know Mr. Babbit's kids are gonna do something important someday. Captain Kirk might be afraid we'd do something to change that."
"But we wouldn't do that." Davy replied.
"Not on purpose." Mike answered. "But we might let something slip."
"Well, let's see what Captain Kirk says." Peter said in the silence that followed. "We might be able to convince him we won't try to change the future."
"Let's hope so, Peter." Micky said, "As much as I love Star Trek, I don't want to live it."
The others nodded in agreement and proceeded to eat their meal.
After finishing their weird meal, the Monkees sat down on the chairs, wondering what was going to happen next. Finally, Micky couldn't take it any longer.
"We gotta know what's going on!" He said, getting up, "We could be millions of miles from Earth by now!"
"But what about that guard?" Peter asked, pointing to the door.
"I got an idea, fellas." Davy smiled and motioned his friends to come closer.
The guard outside the Monkees' door let out a deep breath, hoping his shift would end soon. Just then, the door behind him opened and out stepped Micky.
"I'm sorry sir." The guard said, turning to face him, "Captain's orders are for you to stay in your room."
Mike stepped out of the room and stood shoulder to shoulder with Micky.
"Why's that?" Mike asked, "Does he think we're spies?"
"Yeah, doesn't Captain Kirk trust us?" Peter asked, coming out of the door next and standing next to Mike.
"It's for your own safety." The guard replied, "I'm sure the Captain...hey!"
The guard saw Davy sneaking away down the hall. Mike, Micky and Peter, being taller than Davy, had blocked the guard's view of the door. They now turned to face Davy.
"Hey Davy!" Micky shouted, "The guard said we gotta stay here!"
But Davy just ran faster down the hall. Micky, Mike and Peter began to chase after him, pretending they were trying to bring him back.
"Davy, come back!" Mike exclaimed, running faster.
"Stop!" The guard shouted, then ran over to a button on the wall and pushed it. "Security alert! Deck four, section B!"
"This way!" Davy shouted over his shoulder to his friends.
The Monkees ducked around a corner and through a sliding door...only to find Kirk and Spock sitting at a table, going over some notes. The four men stopped short, nearly knocking Davy down.
"We're sorry." Davy said, "We didn't know this room was occupied."
"You might as well stay now." Kirk said, shaking his head, "We were just about to call you in here."
Just then, a group of security guards charged into the room, phasers drawn.
"Stand down, gentlemen." Kirk said to them. "Everything's under control. Wait outside the door."
"Yes sir." The guard the Monkees had escaped said. He gave them a dirty look and motioned for the others to follow him out of the room.
When the guardS had gone, Kirk motioned for the Monkees to sit down. When they had taken their seats, Kirk looked sternly at them.
"I'll let your little stunt go this time." He said in a no-nonsense tone of voice. "But from now on you are not to leave your quarters or run around on my ship, understand?"
"We understand, Captain." Mike said, "We're sorry."
Kirk nodded and then looked over at Spock. "My first officer here has been doing some research into twentieth century entertainment, especially television. Go ahead Spock."
"My research indicates that television became popular in the 1950's" Spock said, "And continued to grow exponentially even into the 21st century. There were many types of 'shows' as they were known, including drama, situation comedies and what you would call 'science fiction'.
"Yeah, to us this ship was just in a story writer's imagination." Micky said.
"But as you can see it is not." Spock replied. "Somehow, whoever wrote the show 'Star Trek' knew about the future."
"We would like to know as much about this 'Star Trek' show as possible." Kirk put in, "To see if anything classified has been compromised."
"You tell them, Micky." Peter said, "You're the one who watches that show the most."
So Micky told Kirk and Spock all he knew about Star Trek, now in its third year. He told about Captain Pike, the various battles with the Klingons and Romulans and with alien life forms.
"Fascinating." Spock said.
"There was one story about Edith Keeler, the woman who would've prevented America from entering World War Two if she had lived." Micky said quietly, "I was really sorry to see her die. Did that really happen?"
"Yes it did." Kirk replied, looking at the table. The pained look in his eyes showed it still bothered him. "It seems our adventures had been reduced to an hour's entertainment."
"We're sorry, Captain." Davy said, "To us, Star Trek is just a TV show, the stories acted by actors."
"I understand." Kirk replied. "It seems to me that you only watched what we've already gone through."
"So what's going to happen to us?" Mike wanted to know.
"I'll have a better answer for that once we talk to Captain Krug." Kirk replied.
"Did he thaw out yet?" Micky smiled.
"I believe so." Kirk replied, then pushed a button on the table.
"Security, bring in Captain Krug."
"Yes sir." A man replied.
A minute later, Captain Krug walked in, escorted by two guards. After glaring at the Monkees, he sat down in a chair opposite Kirk. The guards took up positions behind him.
"So what will happen now, Kirk?" Krug spat, "Do I and my crew get sent to your gulags?"
"No, once we get back to our own time, you'll be put on trial, Captain." Kirk replied, "You'll be fairly treated."
"Just like Captain Ritnoir treated the Klingons?" Krug sneered.
"That is why we sent for you, Captain." Spock said, "I believe that Captain Ritnour is why you went back in time, am I correct?"
"Yes it is." Krug replied bitterly, "My orders were to try and kill his grandfather so that he would not be born."
"Henry Babbit?" Kirk asked.
"Yes, that is the one." Krug answered.
"But you were mistaken, Captain." Spock replied, "My research shows that Henry Babbit did not have any children."
"You lie!" Krug snapped.
"Vulcans do not lie." Spock replied, a touch of ice in his voice, "However, when I found out from these gentlemen," He indicated the Monkees, "That he had a brother, I proceeded to search out his file. After finding nothing significant for his sons, I searched the daughters and found that one daughter married John Ritnour and had a son who became Captain Andrew Ritnour of the U.S.S. Chicago, a hero during the battle of Postrania."
"Don't call that butcher a hero!" Krug screamed, getting up from his seat, only to have the guards push him back down.
"You mean the Klingons were chasing the wrong Babbit?" Peter asked.
"It would appear so." Spock replied. "Obvious the files they had stolen were mis-translated."
"Not only will he now live to defeat the Klingons in their quest for domination, that butcher will live to massacre hundreds of Klingons." Krug said.
"What are you talking about?" Kirk asked Krug.
"During the battle of Postrania, a battle we Klingons should've won, a Klingon ship was badly damaged." Krug said, "Without warning, that butcher fired upon the ship and destroyed it...along with my wife and brother." Krug clenched his fists.
"Captain, I was a lieutenant aboard the Chicago." Kirk said gently, "I knew Captain Ritnour. He would never have destroyed a defenseless ship."
"I have studied that battle." Spock put in, "And I know what ship you refer to. Evidence suggests that the warp core was breached, destroying the ship, not by any action of Captain Ritnour."
"Of course you would say that." Krug smiled grimly.
"Whatever you believe, history is now going to stay the same." Kirk replied, then looked at the guards. "Take Captain Krug back to the brig and these gentlemen back to their quarters." He looked sharply at the Monkees. "This time stay there or you'll join Captain Krug, am I clear?"
"Crystal clear, Captain." Mike gulped.
"I'll talk to Mr. Spock and decide what to do with you four later." Kirk said.
Krug was taken back to the brig and the Monkees back to their quarters. This time, two armed men stayed outside the door.
A little while later, Yeoman Rand brought them another meal. This time, she said, the cubes were chicken, green beans and apple pie.
After eating, the guys explored the room.
Poking around, Davy discovered a button that opened the window screen. Looking out, he could see Earth slowly floating beneath him.
"Hey fellas! Look at this!" Davy said.
His friends joined him at the window.
"Awesome, man." Micky said.
"Now we know what the astronauts feel like." Mike added.
"It's so much different than what we see on a globe." Peter remarked.
"How so, shotgun?" Mike asked.
"Well, on the globe, there's all those lines showing where everyone's territory is, but up here...it's all one land, no borders, nothing." Peter said.
"Too bad it's not like that for real." Davy said.
"It will be, sort of, in your distant future." Kirk's voice said behind them.
The Monkees screamed and spun around to see Kirk and Spock standing behind them.
"Don't you people knock in the future?" Micky asked.
"We rang the buzzer, but you did not answer." Spock replied, "Our apologies for disturbing you."
"It's okay, Mr. Spock." Peter said, "So...what's going to happen to us?"
"We've decided to let you go back to your home." Kirk replied, "But!" He held up a finger, "You'll have to have all memories of this ship erased from your minds, plus Mr. Babbit's future."
"Why? We promise not to tell anyone." Micky protested.
"Scout's honor." Peter said, putting his right hand to his heart.
"We do not doubt your honor." Spock replied, "However, it is for the best that the design and capabilities of the Enterprise be left to be discovered by future scientists."
The Monkees looked at each other and reluctantly agreed.
"Okay, we'll do it." Mike said, "By the way, did you find out anything about that funky TV that brought those Klingons after us?"
"I had it beamed up to the ship." Spock replied, slightly frowning. "Unfortunately, it caught fire immediately afterwards and was unsalvageable."
"There goes our ten bucks." Davy said.
"You paid for the television in animals?" Spock asked.
"He means we paid ten dollars for it." Micky said, stifling a laugh.
"I built another television for you." Spock said.
"Thank you." Peter smiled.
"It was a very simple matter." Spock said, "Your televisions are still quite primitive."
"If you're ready, let's go to the transporter room." Kirk said.
So everyone followed Kirk to the transporter room. Scotty was waiting for them at the controls.
"Ready, Mr. Scott?" Kirk asked.
"Aye, sir." Scotty said, "And I just finished putting that Klingon time warp device to our engines. We'll have no problem getting home."
"Very good Mr. Scott." Kirk replied, "Six to beam down."
Kirk, Spock and the Monkees stepped onto the transporter pads.
"Can I say it, Captain?" Micky asked.
"Very well." Kirk said with a sigh.
Micky smiled and looked at Scotty.
"Beam us down, Scotty." He said.
Scotty just shook his head and activated the controls. An instant later, the six of them were standing in the pad's living room.
"What a way to travel." Mike remarked.
"Yeah, it saves a fortune on gas." Peter added.
"Are you ready for the mind-meld gentlemen?" Spock asked.
The Monkees nodded yes and Spock stepped over to Micky and put his hand to Micky's temple.
"Our minds are now one." Spock said quietly. "When Captain Kirk and I leave your residence, you will not remember anything about the Enterprise, or the Klingon ship. You will not remember what Harry Babbit's future will be."
"I will not remember." Micky said, staring straight ahead.
Spock pulled his hand away from Micky. The drummer swayed a bit, but was alright. Spock did the same mind-meld with Mike, Peter and Davy. When Spock was done, Kirk opened his communicator.
"Standby for beam up, Scotty." He said.
"Aye sir." Came Scotty's reply.
Kirk looked at the Monkees. "On behalf of the Federation, Mr. Spock and I thank you for help in foiling the Klingon's plot."
"Yes, if they had succeeded, the Klingons might've defeated the federation and the future-our present-would be very different." Spock added.
"You're welcome." Peter said. "Glad to help."
"One last thing." Micky said, "Can you tell us what our future will bring?"
"Do you really want to know who you will marry, or the names of your children, or when you will die?" Kirk asked gently.
The Monkees looked at each other, not realizing the consequences of knowing the future.
"There is a Vulcan saying, 'Tomorrow never knows'." Spock said, "It is best to leave the future to its own path."
"That's very...logical, Mr. Spock." Mike said.
The Monkees gave Spock the split-finger salute. The Vulcan returned the gesture.
"Live long and prosper, gentlemen." Spock said.
"You too, Mr. Spock." Davy said, "Take care."
"Bye, Captain." The Monkees said.
"Goodbye gentlemen." Kirk smiled, then spoke into his communicator. "Two to beam up, Scotty."
A second later, there was a whine and Kirk and Spock disappeared in a shimmer of light.

Aboard the Enterprise, Kirk and Spock entered the bridge. The Klingon ship still sat in orbit next to them. Kirk sat in his command chair and pushed a button on his armrest.
"Ready to go, Mr. Scott?"
"Aye sir." Scotty replied, "The Klingon gadget is working perfectly. We can go back to our time whenever you say."
Kirk looked at Chekov.
"The Klingon ship secure in the tractor beam, Mr. Chekov?"
"Yes sir." Chekov replied, "We will be able to pull them with us."
"Then let's go home, Mr. Sulu." Kirk said.
"Aye sir." Sulu replied. He hit the controls and the Enterprise left Earth's orbit, the Klingon ship attached to them by the tractor beam. Scotty activated the Klingon time-warp device and a blue box appeared in front of the starship.
The two ships went through the box and the blue box disappeared.

Back on Earth, the Monkees decided to go back to Quicy's TV shop to see why they had received such a weird TV. When they got there, they found the place boarded up.
"Wait, the store was right here." Mike said, "I know it was."
"Looking for something?" An old man asked them.
"Yeah, didn't Quincy’s TV shop used to be here?" Peter asked.
The old man chuckled, "Sonny, that place hasn't been open for years!" He shuffled away, laughing to himself.
"Is he crackers...or are we?" Davy asked his friends.
"Let's go back to the pad." Micky said quietly. "I think Bonanza is on now."
The others agreed. They jumped into the Monkeemobile and zoomed away.
The old man watched them drive away. When the Monkees were gone, the old man changed into the omnipotent being called Q. He laughed to himself and then disappeared.

A week later, NBC announced it was canceling Star Trek.

The End