By: Mickys411 and Lisa Rated G

One day, the Monkees were going for a drive in the monkeemobile.
But this was no regular car ride, they had been driving for three days, on their way to Texas to spend July 4th with Mike's aunt Kate, who invited the guys.
"It sure was groovy of your Aunt inviting us to Texas for the 4th of July," Peter said to Mike.
"It sure was, it's been sometime that I spend the fourth there,” said Mike, “The part of Texas where Kate and my cousins live is known to have big events."
"How much further do we have?" asked Davy.
Micky looked up from a map and said, “Well, according to that last stop we made, which was the gas station a half hour ago, we should be about five minutes from the state border."
Just then, the car approached a sign, which was actually a wooden plank with wood block words.
"Welcome to Texas," Mike read.
"Give or take a minute."
"Now, if my directions are correct, we should be about 20 minutes away from Huston," said Mike.
Sure enough, exactly 20 minutes later, the car came to another sign.
But unlike the first sign, this one was made of what it appeared to be chrome and steel.
"Welcome to Houston, a modern city,” said Davy, reading the sign.
"Funny, the sign is usually a wooden board and it was Welcome to Houston a friendly city,” said Mike, “And they always decorate the sign for the fourth."
He and the other Monkees shrugged and continued to drive.
As Micky was attempting to take some pictures, he noticed something.
"Hey Mike, is Houston known to have skyscrapers?" Micky asked.
"I don't believe so, why?" Mike asked.
"Look out the window."
All four Monkees looked out the windows and sure enough, Micky was right, for the guys saw a good amount of large sized buildings.
"I don't remember these being here the last time we visited," said Mike.
"Maybe your Aunt Kate will know," said Davy.
"Maybe, we're not that far."

Sometime later, the guys finally made it to Aunt Kate's home.
She used to live in a smaller place, but after the guys discovered she had oil on her property, she became one of the wealthiest ranchers in Houston and now lives in a larger house.
Mike parked the car, and as soon as they got out of the car, Kate came out of her house to greet them.
"Michael, you made it," said Kate giving her nephew a hug.
"It's great to see you again Kate." said Davy.
"And thank you again for inviting us." said Peter.
"You're very much welcome boys.” said Kate, shaking Peter, Micky and Davy's hand, “Did you boys have a safe ride?"
"We had some rain the first day, but it wasn't too bad," said Micky.
"Well, you boys come on in and get settled,” said Kate, I got some cold iced tea waiting for you.

After the guys settled into their guest rooms, they joined Kate in the living room, where they chatted and drank iced tea.
"Say Aunt Kate, as we were driving over here, we noticed a lot of changes." said Mike.
Just then, two familiar faces entered the living room.
It was Mike's cousins Sam and Lucy.
Mike got up to give Lucy a hug and Sam a handshake.
"It's great that you made it here for the fourth," said Lucy.
Davy wasn't listening to what Lucy was saying, but couldn't take her eyes off her.
An elbow in the side by Mike snapped him out of it.
"Say, you guys haven't noticed all the changes around here have you?" Mike asked.
"You saw to, huh?' asked Sam.
"When we were driving over here." said Mike.
"The buildings aren't the only thing that changed here, do you remember Bear Claw Lake?" asked Lucy.
"I sure do, Aunt Kate used to take us there as kids," said Mike.
"It's a mini mall now."
"And remember Smith's general store?" asked Sam.
"Yeah, we got out penny candy and root beer floats there," said Mike.
"It's a supermarket now."
"Those are some really big changes," said Mike.
"You're telling me," Sam said.
"Since that Grizelda Jackson came to town, she's completely redone to city piece by piece," said Lucy.
The Monkees always dropped their glasses of iced tea hearing that name.
"You know her?" asked Kate.
"Unfortunately yes." said Micky.
"Mind filling us in about her?" Sam asked.
"Not too long ago Grizelda Jackson tried to buy up property around our pad." Davy said.
"She even pretended to fall in love with our landlord in order to get him to sell." Micky added.
"We stopped her by showing our landlord a picture of her and another man." Mike said. "And he broke up with her."
"Sounds like she'll do anything to get what she wants." Lucy replied. "Even romancing someone."
"And I'll bet she's up to her tricks here too." Peter said, starting to pick up the broken glasses.
"I just hope she doesn't try to get Aunt Kate's house." Mike said, shaking his head.

"Don't worry boys, said Aunt Kate, Nobody will try to take this house.”
"I hope so Mom." said Lucy.
"Where exactly is Grizelda Jackson located?" asked Mike.
"I think her office is in the town, where the five and ten once stood," said Sam.
"Then we'll check it out."
"Think we can do it tomorrow, I'm a bit tired from the long car ride," said Peter.
"Me too," said Davy.
"Same here." said Micky with a yawn.
And it was decided that the guys would pay a visit to Grizelda Jackson the next day.

The next morning after a good night's sleep and a hearty breakfast, the Monkees drove into town to see Grizelda Jackson.
"Do you know which building is hers, Mike?" Micky asked.
"Sam said it was where the old five and dime used to be so it should be right about..." Mike paused as he turned the corner. "...Here."
Where the store used to stand was now a large office building with the words 'Jackson Enterprises' written in large letters on the front.
"I think this is the place." Davy said dryly.
"Ya think?" Micky replied.
Mike parked the car and the guys got out. Peter put a quarter in the meter and they walked into the building. As soon as they came into the lobby, they were greeted with a security desk manned by a tough-looking man.
"Can I help you...gentlemen?" He said, looking the Monkees over and not liking what he saw.
Micky, Peter and Davy promptly hid behind Mike.
"Ah, yeah, we'd like to see Ms. Jackson, please." Mike gulped.
"Do you have an appointment?"
"No, but..."
"Then you can't see her." The guard said.
"I think she'd want to see us." Mike said, taking a deep breath. "Y'see, we had some dealings with her when she tried to take over our property."
"So what?" The guard asked.
"So we stopped her." Micky said, coming from behind Mike. "We played her own game back at her, and she didn't get our house."
The guard looked at the Monkees with newfound respect. Very few people got the best of Grizelda Jackson.
"What are your names and I'll call upstairs." He said, "But I can't guarantee anything."
"We'll wait." Peter said.
So the guys told the guard their names. He called upstairs and spoke quietly into the phone. After several long minutes, the guard got a reply.
"You may go up." He said, "She's on the fifth floor."
"Thank you." Davy said, leading the way to the elevators.

The Monkees the elevator to the fifth floor.
When they reached the floor, they got off and Grizelda's office was the first door they spotted.
Mike knocked on the door and waited for answer.
"Come in." called a voice.
The guys opened the door and entered the office.
That's where they found Grizelda Jackson herself, seated at her desk.
She looked the same as she did when the guys first met her, and she was none to happy to see them.
"Well, if it isn't the Monkees, the ones who destroyed me." Grizelda said, gritting her teeth.
"And it's great to see you too, Grizelda," said Davy, trying to be polite.
"That's Ms. Jackson to you."
"You have a nice office Ms. Jackson," said Peter, changing the subject.
"This is nothing, compare to what I have plan for Dallas."
"You're moving?" asked Micky.
"No, just expanding my business, said Grizelda, and I was going to have all of Ca, till you four ruined me.
I came here for a fresh start, but I see you've come to stop me again."
"Actually, we didn't know you were here.” said Mike, “You see I'm from Texas originally and I must say you've done a lot to this place.”
"Thank you."
"Too bad you had to destroy much of the town I called home."
"Just like you destroyed my plans. And besides, haven't you heard of the old saying, “Out with the old, in with the new?"
"What about, "‘If it's not broken, don't fix it?’"
"Wait a second, couldn't you two just flip a coin and see which saying is better?" asked Peter.
"This discussion is over!" snapped Grizelda.
She pressed a button on her phone and called, “Bruno, get these trouble makers out of my office now!"
Bruno quickly rushed up to the office, and removed the Monkees from the office, then out of the building.
"Well, she really is up to her old tricks again." said Micky.
The guys then headed back to the house.

"How did it go?" Sam asked the guys, when they walked through the door.
"We know that Grizelda hasn't changed at all." said Davy.
"And she wants to expand her business to Dallas," said Peter.
"Basically she wants to make Houston look like a giant skyscraper." said Micky.
"I can only imagine what else she has planned." said Lucy.
"Hey, where's Aunt Kate?" Mike asked.
"She's running errands." said Sam.
"At all those new shops and stores." said Lucy.
"I wish there was someway we could see what Grizelda has in mind." said Mike.
“Yeah, too bad we can’t come up with a way of getting in without being seen.” said Peter.
Just then, an idea popped into Micky's head.
"Peter, that's it." he said.
"What, what did I say?" asked Peter.
"Everyone huddle."
And everyone listened in on the plan.

Sometime later, Sam and Lucy arrived at Grizelda's office, dressed as UPS employers.
The two of them pushed two very large boxes on a dolly.
"We have a delivery for a Ms. Grizelda Jackson," said Lucy.
"Ouch," went a sound.
"What was that?" asked Bruno the guard.
"That was me, these boxes are heavy to push," said Sam.
Little did Bruno know, the Monkees were in the boxes.
Davy and Mike were in one, while Peter and Micky were in the second box.
"Achoo!" went another sound.
"Did that one box just sneeze?" asked Bruno.
"That was me, I must be coming down with something," said Sam.
"Oh very well then, Ms. Jackson’s office is on the fifth floor, her office is the first door you see."
"Thank you," said Lucy, as she and her brother took the boxes containing the Monkees into the building and onto the elevator.
When they reached the floor, the gang got off, with the Monkees still in the boxes.
"Delivery for Ms. Jackson.” said Lucy, knocking on the door.
There was no answer.
Sam turned the knob though and the door was unlocked.
He and his sister then pushed the dolly into the office. They each used a knife to open the boxes and the Monkees popped out of them.
"Micky, why did you kick me?" asked Mike.
"Sorry about that Mike, my foot fell asleep, and there wasn't any room to stretch." said Micky.
"Thanks for sneezing on me back there Peter." said Davy, wiping his shirt.
"Sorry Davy, I must be allergic to cardboard," said Peter.
"Come on guys, we got some serious work here.” said Mike, he then turned to his cousins and said, “Thanks for helping us, but you guys better leave, I don't want to get you guys in trouble."
Lucy and Sam didn't mind, and they left.
The Monkees then began to search Grizelda's office for anything important. And sure enough, they did.
They found many blueprints, plans and contracts in her desk, cabinets and folders.
Micky actually brought his camera and began to take pictures of the papers.
The guys saw in the documents that Grizelda had a lot more plan to tear down more parks and smaller places to make more buildings, but there was one plan that really got Mike upset.
Grizelda had plans to buy Aunt Kate's house and turn it into luxury apartments.
Just then, the guys heard the door knob on the outside turn.
"Somebody's coming." said Davy.
"We have to hide somewhere," said Micky.
Lucky for the guys, there was a nearby closet and they quickly scrambled into it.
They peeked from a crack in the door to see that Grizelda entered the office.
"Look at this place, it's a mess! I'm going to have to fire that cleaning lady!" yelled Grizelda.
Just then, Peter let out a hiccup. Then he let out another one, and then another one.
"Peter, we know you get the hiccups when you get nervous but now is not the time." said Micky.
"Sorry,(hiccup) I (hiccup) can't (hiccup) help (hiccup) it." said Peter in between hiccups.
The guys then covered his mouth, hoping Grizelda wouldn't hear them.

Grizelda walked further into her office and noticed the large boxes.
"I don't remember ordering anything." She said, then saw that the boxes were open. "Why are they open?"
Puzzling over this, Grizelda sat down at her desk and as she went through her papers, she noticed that something was out of place.
"Funny, I thought that paperweight was on this pile of papers." She said.
Going through her stuff, Grizelda noticed a few other things had been disturbed. She pushed the intercom on her desk.
"Bruno, come here!" She ordered.
Bruno ran in a second later. "Yes, Ms. Jackson?"
"Did you order anything?" She asked, pointing at the empty UPS boxes.
"No ma'am." Bruno replied.
"Was the cleaning lady here today?"
"I didn't see her, ma'am." Bruno answered.
"Then I think we have an intruder." Grizelda said.
Just then, Peter hiccupped, even though his friends were holding his mouth closed.
"I'll get you some water, ma'am." Bruno said.
"Why would I need some water?"
"You just hiccupped." Bruno said, "Drinking water will get rid of them."
"I didn't hiccup." Grizelda replied, "I thought you did."
"It wasn't me." Bruno replied.
Grizelda motioned for silence, then began to walk around the room. In the closet, the Monkees were trying their best to be quiet.
Grizelda walked past their closet...then suddenly turned and opened the door. The four Monkees tumbled out.
"I should've known!" Grizelda yelled. "You four were spying on me to find out my plans!"
"You want to buy my Aunt's house and turn it into apartments!" Mike said angrily.
"Your aunt?" Grizelda asked, "Oh yes, Kate Nesmith's mansion." She smiled evilly. "Since I couldn't buy your house, I'll buy your aunt's house...but instead of apartments, I'll tear it down and build a sewage treatment plant! That will be a fitting revenge!"
"We won't let you do that." Davy said.
"Really?" Grizelda asked, "How will you four stop me if you're in jail?"
"Jail?" The Monkees said.
"Yes, I'm going to have your four arrested for trespassing and vandalism." Grizelda said.
The Monkees tried to run, but Bruno blocked them and forced them into the closet once again. Grizelda herself called the police and minutes later, they arrived and arrested the Monkees.
Grizelda laughed as she watched from her window as the Monkees were put into a police car and driven away.

Sometime later, the Monkees were at the police station. The guys were then placed in a holding pit.
"You guys are going to be there for awhile, so make yourselves comfortable," said one of the officers.
As soon as the officer left, Peter began to sniffle.
"It's going to be ok Peter, don't cry," said Mike, patting his friend's shoulder.
"What's gonna happen now?" Peter wept.
"I'm not sure, the officer said we can get out if we have bail.” said Davy, “Who are we gonna get to bail us out though?"
"We can't call Babbit that's for sure.” said Micky, “Even if we got arrested back home, he wouldn't bail us out."
"I don't want Aunt Kate to find out we're here.” said Mike, “But maybe…"
He then called the officer who put them in the holding pit.
"Uh, excuse me officer," said Mike.
"What do you want?" asked the officer.
"Is it ok for me to make a phone call?"
"Fine, but only one call and make it quick."
The officer opened the pen, Mike got out and made his call.
"Hell-o Sam, its Mike. Is Aunt Kate there, no she's still out? I'm kind of glad she is, because the guys and I really need yours and Lucy's help. Grizelda caught us snooping around in here office and now we’re in jail. You will, no please you don't have to. I'll pay you back. Thanks man, I owe you big time. Goodbye."
Mike hung up the phone the officer took him back to the holding pit.
"Sam and Lucy will be here soon to bail us out," he said.

"That's great!" Micky said, "They can't come soon enough." He pulled away from the drunk who was trying to use his shoulder for a pillow.

About an hour later, an officer walked over to the holding pit.
"Come on, boys." He said, unlocking the door, "Your bail's been paid."
"Thank goodness." Davy muttered as he and the other Monkees left the holding pit.
Upstairs in the front lobby, Sam and Lucy were waiting for them. The Monkees gave them all hugs.
"Thanks so much, Sam and Lucy." Mike said. "I owe you."
"Don't worry about it, Mike." Sam said, "What did you guys find out?"
The Monkees looked at each other, not wanting to tell Sam and Lucy about Grizelda's plans for Aunt Kate's house.
"You found out something bad, didn't you?" Lucy guessed.
"We discovered plans to make your Mom's house into luxury apartments." Mike said, "When we confronted her about it, she said she's gonna put a sewage treatment plant there instead, just to get revenge on us."
Lucy put a hand to her mouth in shock. Sam's eyes narrowed in anger.
"Not again." Lucy said, her eyes getting wet, "We almost lost our ranch to Black Bart and now..." She began to cry.
"You almost lost your ranch to Black Bart." Micky said, "But you didn't, because we stopped him, and we're gonna stop Grizelda Jackson too."
The six of them gathered in a group hug.

Sam and Lucy then took the guys home in his truck.
When they all walked through the front door, they saw Aunt Kate, seated in the living room.
"How was your outing today Mike, boys?" she asked.
"Oh just fine Aunt Kate," Mike said, trying not to stutter.
"What did y'all do after meeting with Ms. Jackson?"
"We went for a walk in the park," said Davy.
"The park was torn done a week ago," said Kate.
"Did we say park, we meant the zoo." said Micky.
"The zoo was shut down a month ago."
"Ice cream shop?" said Peter.
"Went out of business two weeks ago," said Kate.
The Monkees gulped, they knew they were in trouble.
"You know who I got a call from?" said Kate.
"Who?" asked Mike.
"A lawyer for a Ms. Grizelda Jackson. She said that Ms. Jackson had some trouble today with a few young men who were caught trespassing on her property.
"What did these young men look like, I mean no reason, just curious." said Micky.
"Long hair, strange looking clothes." Kate answered.
"What happened to those guys?" asked Davy.
"They were arrested."
"Oh."
"It was us! We're sorry!" cried Peter, falling down on his knees.
"Peter!" said Davy, Micky and Mike at the same time.
"Relax, I knew it was you boys, the lawyer gave me your names." said Kate.
"You're not mad?" asked Mike.
"No, just a bit disappointed that you had broken the law. You should be lucky that Ms. Jackson isn’t planning on pressing charges."
"They had a good reason to Mom." said Sam.
"Yes, we just found out that Grizelda Jackson is going to buy this property and tear it down to put up a sewage treatment center," said Lucy.
"And we have proof on what Grizelda has plans to do with not only Houston but soon Dallas," said Micky, showing his camera.
"Sam, Lucy, Boys, we're going to fight Ms. Jackson."

"What do you have in mind Aunt Kate?" asked Mike.
"We'll back in my youth, I remember how women protested get the right to vote," said Kate
"Wasn't Grandma at that event Mom?" asked Lucy.
"She sure was dear."
"And they did get the right to vote," said Sam.
"Oh I remember seeing all those picket sign, marching back and forth," said Kate.
"So you're saying to stage a protest?" asked Davy.
"That's right."
"What a groovy idea," said Micky.
"Can we make signs?" asked Peter.
"Of course." Kate answered.
And with that, everyone got started planning the protest.

The group got started on making posters, when there was a knock at the door.
"I'll get it." said Mike, who placed down the paintbrush he was using to make a sign, and got up to answer the door.
When he answered the door, he saw Bruno standing there.
"What do you want?" Mike asked.
"I just want to say something to you," said Bruno.
Just then, Davy Micky and Peter arrived at the doorway.
"What do you think you’re doing here?" Davy said to Bruno.
"Did Grizelda send you over here?" asked Micky.
"You're not about to tear this place down now are you?" asked Peter.
"No it's not that.” said Bruno, “I thought you guys might be interested in this."
Bruno then took out a folder from his coat.
"What's in it?" asked Davy.
"After you guys left or were taken into custody by the police I was helping Grizelda clean up some the paperwork, and I mentioned to her that some of the items might had gotten damaged, so I made a few copies."
Bruno then took some of the papers out of the folder and handed them to the Monkees.
It was around that time when Aunt Kate, Sam and Lucy came to the doorway.
"What's going on here?" asked Kate.
"I think you better take a look at this." said Mike, handing Kate one of the papers.
She looked at the paper then said, “My goodness."
"What's wrong Mom?" asked Sam.
"These are the plans for what Ms. Jackson had planned to place in front of our home," said Kate, showing her children the papers.
"How terrible," said Lucy.
"What a second there Bruno, why are you helping us?" asked Mike.
"Well, I thought about what you said to Grizelda today, and after hearing what you did to her before, you guys seem like you really want to help save this town.” said Bruno, “Plus I was think of quitting anyway, she doesn't pay her employees very well."
"Well young man, I'm glad you came to tell me this," said Kate.
"Do you think I can help you guys out?' asked Bruno.
"Sure." said Davy.
"We're working on protest signs now." said Micky.
"Grab a brush and join in." said Peter.
Bruno then entered the house and got to work on making a sign. The gang spent the whole evening working on posters.
"Well, they're all done." said Mike sometime later when they finally worked on the last batch of posters.
"They look great and thanks for your help Bruno." said Davy.
"No problem guys," said Bruno.
"Now that we have the posters ready, we can have our protest," said Kate.
"When are we having it?" asked Peter.
"Tomorrow morning at ten a.m at Ms. Jackson's building, so everyone get some rest now, we have a big day ahead of us."
The Monkees, Sam, Lucy and Kate thanked Bruno again for his help as he left and everyone then went to bed.

The next morning, everyone got up early and headed to Grizelda Jackson's office, with picket signs in hand.
"Do you think anyone will picket with us?" asked Lucy.
"The more people that protest, the more support we have," said Sam.
Just then, they all spotted Bruno coming their way with more people.
"I got former co-workers here who want to help out," said Bruno.
"Groovy, I hope we made enough signs for everyone though," said Micky.
"I believe we did, said Kate looking at her watch, Well, it will be ten in about fifteen seconds."
Just then, the town hall clock rang out for it was now ten o' clock.
And with that, the protest began.

Grizelda looked up from her desk upon hearing some noise coming from below her office window.
"I think the next thing I'll do is make town hall pass a stricter noise ordinance." She said, standing up.
She walked over to the window and was surprised to see several people walking around in a circle around the building's front entrance.
"What's going on?" She demanded, "This looks like a protest!"
She went over to her desk and pushed the intercom button.
"Bruno, come in here!" She yelled.
After several seconds, Bruno hadn't shown up, so she pushed the button again.
"Bruno get in here now!" Grizelda shouted again.
Still, Bruno didn't answer her summons.
"Can't get good help these days." Grizelda muttered to herself. She walked out of her office and took the elevator down to the lobby.
In the lobby, she could hear what the protesters were saying much clearly.
"Save our town! Save our town!" The protesters were chanting repeatedly.
The protesters' signs had slogans on them, such as 'No more development' and 'Grizelda, how much is enough?'
"So they want to get rid of me, huh?" Grizelda smirked, then smiled as Bruno and the Monkees walked in the front door.
"There you are!" Grizelda snapped, "Get rid of those annoying protesters!"
"No." Bruno said simply.
"What did you say?" Grizelda asked, her voice sharp.
"I said no, Miss Jackson, I will not remove the protesters." Bruno replied.
"How dare you disobey me!" Grizelda shouted, "You're fired!"
"I've already handed in my resignation." Bruno replied, "You'll find it on that mess of a desk you have."
Mike then stepped forward. "And we've simply come in to tell you that the citizens of this city are tired of having their homes and businesses destroyed because of your greed."
"I'll turn your Aunt's home into a garbage dump!" Grizelda yelled at him.
"You said before it was going to be turned into a waste-treatment plant, Miss Jackson." Peter replied, "Make up your mind."
"Get out of my building before I call the police on you!" Grizelda yelled.
So the Monkees and Bruno left, leaving Grizelda standing in the lobby in a rage. Finally, she calmed down enough to go back to her office.
Pushing the papers off her desk, Grizelda brought over the plans for the Nesmith house and began to think of a way to get back at Bruno and the Monkees.

The Monkees, Sam, Lucy, Kate, Bruno and Grizelda's former staff continued to marched back and forth outside her office.
And to everyone's surprise, more people joined them along.
Within an hour or two, they had about more than a dozen people joining them in the protest.

"It's really working Aunt Kate." said Mike.
"Yeah, the people are hearing us." said Davy.
"I thought we we're just protesting," said Peter.
"We are Peter, but er never mind," said Micky.
"We're doing a great job everyone, keep it up," said Kate.
"Your aunt's quite a fighter," Davy said to his band mate.
"Well, you guys know this isn't the first time she almost lost her home," said Mike.
"We know, Black Bart tried to take it from her," said Davy.
"Yeah but even before that."
"What do you mean?" asked Micky.
"Well, after my Uncle Mitch passed away, Kate, Sam and Lucy were almost kicked out of the house because it was in his name," said Mike.
"I never knew that," said Peter.
"Yeah, but thanks to a piece of information found by the lawyer, they were able to stay."
"What was it?" asked Davy.
"According to Uncle Mitch, he put in his will, that if anything should happen to him, the house deed goes to Aunt Kate," Mike continued.
"If there was someway we can keep their house from being destroyed," said Micky.
Just then, a thought popped into Mike's head.
"That's it." he said.

"So tell us Mike, what's the plan?" asked Davy.
"Yeah, we want to hear it." said Peter.
"Or do we have to try and guess what you're thinking?" asked Micky.
"Cool it guys, I gotta tell Aunt Kate something." said Mike.
He approached his aunt, whispered into her ear and waited for a response.
"I don't know Mike, are you sure it's going to work?" asked Kate.
"I hope soon," Mike answered back.
He kissed his Aunt on the check, then met up with the guys.
"Ok fellas, let’s go." said Mike, taking off with the other Monkees trying to follow up to him.
"Mike wait up!" shouted Davy.
"Where are we going?" asked Peter.
"Town hall.” Mike answered.
"How come?" asked Micky.
"I think I may have a solution that could save Aunt Kate's house.”

Mike and the other Monkees jumped into the Monkeemobile and took off down the street. Grizelda watched them leave.
"It seems I have to take care of this problem myself this time." Grizelda thought to herself. "I've got to make sure that doesn't happen again. First, I have to hire a new helper, then I'll get my hands on Nesmith's house!"

Mike pulled up to the town hall, put some money in the meter and the guys all went inside.
"You gonna tell us now, Mike?" Micky asked.
"We're going to public records." Mike said, walking down the hall.
"Why there?" Peter asked.
"My aunt's house is pretty old." Mike said, pausing at the door. "If we could get the town to declare it a historic landmark, Grizelda can't tear it down."
"Then let's do it!" Davy exclaimed.
"Not so fast, shotgun." Mike said, "We have to check to see how old it is and if anything important happened there in the past."
"In other words, to make sure it's worth saving." Micky put in.
"Exactly. Let's go in." Mike said, opening the door.
Inside there was a counter manned by an older woman. She looked over her glasses at the Monkees.
"May I help you?" She asked.
"Yeah, we'd like to see the records for the Nesmith house on 9876 Seever Street." Mike asked.
"Alright, come this way." She said, pulling up part of the counter so the guys could come through.
The Monkees followed her down several musty-smelling hallways until they reached the archive for that part of town where Aunt Kate's house was built. Getting up on a small stool, she pulled down a large leather volume of documents and handed it to Mike. Then she led them over to a nearby table.
"You can look at that here." She said, "If you want something copied, come see me. Copies are two cents per page."
"Thank you very much." Peter said.
The lady walked away and the guys sat down and began to look through the book. It didn't take them long to find Aunt Kate's house.
"Wow, look at this!" Mike said, pointing to a picture, "There's her house. It sure looks different than now."
"Yeah, no TV antenna." Peter said.
"The house first started out as a rest station for troops during the Mexican-American war of 1838." Micky put in, looking over the text, "Later, it was remodeled and became the governor's mansion for several years!"
"Groovy." Davy smiled. "That should make it important enough to keep."
"There's more." Mike said, "Over the years, it was a hospital, a hotel, a speakeasy..."
"A what?" Davy asked.
"During prohibition, there were secret places where you could go to buy and drink alcohol." Mike explained. "They were called speakeasies."
"Lots of history there." Peter remarked.
"After prohibition, the house finally went to private hands, where it is now owned by Katherine Nesmith." Mike read to the others. He showed them a copy of the deed.
"Grizelda won't be able to tear your Aunt's house down now when the historical society hears of this." Micky said.
"But my Aunt has to apply for historical status." Mike replied, "The society will have to do research just like what we did and decide if her house is worth saving."
"With this kind of evidence, they shouldn't have any trouble." Davy said.
"Let's get some of this stuff copied and take it back to my aunt." Mike said.
The others agreed and had the lady copy several pages for them. Finally, they headed home to show Aunt Kate what they had found.

When the guys got back to the house, they were surprise to see Kate, Lucy and Sam home.
"What happened to the protest?" asked Davy.
"Grizelda's new patsy Huey told us to leave the property or she was going to call the police," said Sam, who was hugging his sister, who was crying.
"What's the matter Lucy?" Mike asked.
"Grizelda told us to pack up our stuff, because the bulldozers are coming in 48 hours," she answered between sobs.
"Well, we have something that may be able to stop Grizelda from destroying the house," said Micky.
"What do you mean?" asked Kate.
"We have this," said Peter, handing Kate the papers they got at town hall.
"What's all this?"
"Read it Aunt Kate," said Mike.
Kate read over the papers then let Lucy and Sam looked them over.
"Do you really think this will be able to save the house?" Lucy asked.
"Let's hope so," said Davy.
"Now hold on.” said Kate, “Before we jump to any conclusions, we have to do research to see if any of this is true."
"That's what the woman at town hall told us," said Micky.
"Maybe we can find some proof around here," said Peter.
"Yeah, maybe we could find something in around the house," said Sam.
And they all began their search.

"Where do we start?" Peter asked the other Monkees, "This is a big house."
"Sam, do you know of any artifacts found on this land?" Mike asked his cousin.
"Yeah, I have a small collection of bullets and arrowheads." Sam replied, "I've been collecting them for several years now. I'll go get them." With that, Sam went up to his room.
"Well that proves there were soldiers here." Micky said, "But we need more proof."
"Let's go into the basement." Davy said, "Maybe we can find proof of that speakeasy that was supposed to be here."
So the Monkees found some flashlights and went into the basement.
"Sure is dark down here." Peter said nervously.
"Yeah, we usually don't go down here much." Lucy said from behind them.
"YAAAH!" The Monkees screamed, turning to face Lucy. Davy jumped into Micky's arms.
"Please don't do that." Mike begged his cousin.
"I'm sorry." Lucy said, "Let me see if there's a light switch."
Lucy felt along a wall and found a switch. She turned it on and a small set of lights came on in various parts of the basement.
"That's much better." Micky said, putting Davy back on his feet.
The basement was mostly empty, just some old furniture and pieces of junk scattered around the area.
"This kinda looks like a still." Mike told the others, indicating a rusty boiler.
"Here's some old pipes leading out of the basement." Peter added.
"Probably ventilation pipes to get rid of the smell of alcohol brewing." Lucy said. "So at least we know alcohol was made here. But where was the speakeasy?"
"Must be a hidden room somewhere." Mike mused.
Davy began knocking on the walls, listening for a hollow sound.
"Hey, this wall sounds hollow." He said.
So the Monkees and Lucy pushed on the wall and the wall collapsed with their effort. A cloud of dust and plaster blew up and they began to cough.
"Let's wait *cough* until the dust goes down. *cough*" Micky said, pulling his friends away.
Moving toward the steps, the Monkees and Lucy waited until the dust had settled.
"Did you find anything?" Sam's voice behind them said.
"YAAAH!" The Monkees and Lucy screamed, turning to face him. This time Micky jumped into Davy's arms.
"Don't do that!" Lucy yelled at her brother.
"Sorry, but I found my collection of bullets and arrowheads." Sam said, opening a box.
Inside were several dozen bullets and arrowheads of all shapes and sizes. Many of them were in good condition.
"I also got my camera here. So did you have any luck?" Sam asked, closing the box.
"Yeah, we found a rusty still and some pipes." Mike said, "And a secret room too. It might be the speakeasy."
"Let's go look." Davy said, putting Micky down, "The dust has settled."
So they all went back to the secret room. Inside were tables and chairs and in the back was a bar. Though everything was coated in a thick layer of dust, the speakeasy looked just as did when it closed at the end of prohibition.
"Amazing." Lucy whispered. Sam started taking pictures.
"But how did people get in here?" Micky asked, "If I remember correctly, people went to a secret door and gave a password to get in."
Suddenly, there was a banging noise on one of the walls.
"What's that?" Peter asked.
Plaster and dust began to fall around them as the noise grew louder. Suddenly, a door opened in one of the walls and a figure stood there.
"AAAH!" The Monkees, Lucy and Sam screamed. The figure screamed too.
"It's a ghost!" Davy yelled.
After a long silence, the figure spoke.
"What are you kids doing down here?" Kate asked.
"Mom?" Sam and Lucy asked.
"Aunt Kate?" The Monkees asked.
"Yes, it's me. You kids took ten years off of my life!" She exclaimed.
"Sorry Mom, but we found the speakeasy." Sam said.
"I was exploring the foundation of the house, looking for a cornerstone, when I saw a door buried in rubble." Kate said, "This must've been the secret door to get into the speakeasy."
"We found a still and some pipes too." Micky said.
"Great, well I think we'll have enough evidence to show to the historical society that this house is worth saving." Kate smiled. "Now let's get back upstairs and get cleaned up." She said, indicating everyone dirty clothes.

After the Monkees, Sam and Lucy got cleaned up, they all went down to the historical society along with Kate.
Luckily for all of them, there wasn't any people at the center.
A receptionist then called them all into the main office to meet with the committee.
At the meeting, Kate, her children and the Monkees showed the committee the items they found in the house as well as the paper work the guys got to the town hall.

The committee looked over at the documents repeatedly, while the Monkees, Kate, Sam and Lucy waited for answered.
"You seem to have a lot of good evidence here," said one man.
"So, can the house be saved?" asked Peter.
"Well, judging by all the work you all put in to finding all these fact I say yes." said a woman.
The gang was quite glad by the news.
"All we have to do is go to court next week to get approval and all will be set," said another man.
"What a minute, next week?" asked Mike.
"Yes, it takes about a few days to get everything organized," said another man.
"But Grizelda Jackson said we have 48 hours to move out of the house," said Lucy.
"We can’t wait that long." said Sam.
"What happens now?" asked Davy.
"We'll have to have an emergency trial with you all and Ms. Jackson," said the head member.
"Man, I sure hope we can save the house before Grizelda gets to it first." said Micky.
"I'm sure we will." said Kate, sounding as relax as she can, but she was really nervous.

The historical Society then send out a note for Grizelda Jackson to meet at the court house tomorrow morning for a meeting with her, the Monkees, Kate and her son and daughter.
At her office, Grizelda Jackson was going over some paperwork when her guard Huey walked in.
"Uh excuse me Ms. Jackson," he said.
Grizelda looked up at him and said, “Huey, you've only been here for a few hours, you're not due for a raise."
"It's not that, I have a message for you from the Historical Society, you're told to report to the court house tomorrow morning at ten a.m."
"What?!" She shrieked
Grizelda then calm herself down from her unexpected shrieking then it came to her.
"I bet those Monkees had something to do with this!" she said.
"Who Ms. Jackson?" asked Huey.
"I'll tell you later, now go back down stairs and keep an eye on the town, the job I paid you for."
Huey then exited the office.

Meanwhile, back at Kate's home, the group was getting ready for the trial.
"I hope we got everything we need for proof for preventing the house from been torn down," said Peter.
"Don't worry, we got pictures, artifacts and the paperwork," said Mike.
"Yeah, we just got the photos back on our way back here from the meeting," said Micky.
"Since this is going to be a big thing, I think we should look our best," said Kate.
"Good idea, but none of us bought any suits to wear and the ones at the shops are expensive even to rent one," said Davy.
"Well, since Mike and I are the same size, he could borrow one of mine," Sam said.
"And I can make some for Davy, Peter and Micky," said Lucy.
Mike tried on Sam's suit, which fit him perfect.
Lucy got Micky, Davy and Peter's measurements, quickly made them each a suit and they not only came out great, but fit the guys just right.
Mike thanked Sam for the loan, and Peter, Micky and Davy thanked Lucy for making theirs.
Everyone then decided to call it a night, because they had a big morning ahead of them.

The next morning, everyone got up and ready for the trial.
They collected the items they needed for proof, then headed for the courthouse.
Grizelda, who was waiting was surprise to see that the Monkees, Kate and her children showed up.
"Well, you guys actually looked decent," Grizelda in a snotty tone to the Monkees, indicating their suits.
"Thank you." said Peter.
"I think she was being sarcastic." Davy whispered.
"You think?" Micky replied back.
Moments later, the judge entered the room.
"If everyone can take their seats please?" he asked and at that moment, everyone sat down.
The judge then took his place on the stand and the trial began, "The case of Nesmith vs. Jackson will now come to order."
The judge then banged his gavel.

With the banging of his gavel and clearing his throat, the judge then said, “Ladies and gentlemen, we may now begin."
Everyone waited in anticipation for who the judge was going to call on first.
The judge then indicated the Monkees and said, “Gentlemen, you said you have evidence that this house has a reason to be preserved and not demolished?"
"Yes your honor." said Davy.
"Tell me, why are you young men so interested in saving this home?" the judge asked the Monkees.
"It's my aunt's home your honor.” said Mike, “The property has been in her family for generations."
"You boys seemed to have gone through a lot of trouble to help save this house." The judge remarked.
"And we have the items here that may help save it indeed," said Peter.
"Mind if I take a look at them?" asked the judge.
The Monkees, with the help of Sam and Kate bought the items they found around the house as will as the paperwork and the photos.
The judge looked over the items and said, “Well, these arrow heads looks authentic and the paperwork seems very well documented, however, I don't understand why the pictures of building permits are connected."
"Those are the pictures I took, aw man, we took the wrong photos by mistake." said Micky.
"That's right, you took those in my office, when you were trespassing!" shouted Grizelda.
"Miss Jackson, please settle down," said the judge with the bang of his gavel.
He then called over an officer and said, “Murphy, takes these items down to the lab and have them checked out."
The judge then carefully handed the items over to the officer, who then left the room.
"When do you think we'll get a response?" Peter whispered.
"I don't know," Mike replied.
"Hopefully not long," said Micky.
"We still have to hear Grizelda's side." said Davy.
The guys then left out four big sighs.
"Now, while that business is being taken care of, do you mind if I tell my side?" Grizelda asked the judge.
"This isn't really a trial Ms. Jackson, but you may talk now." the judge answered.
"Thank you your honor."
The guys were not looking forward to what Grizelda was about to say.
Grizelda stood up and approached the judge's stand.
"Your honor.” she began, “Based upon what you found as evidence, this just proves that these men invaded my office!" She pointed her hand at the Monkees.
Peter jumped up out his chair, fell to his knees and said while weeping, “Ok, we're sorry we did it! We didn't mean do!"
The guys jumped up from their seats as well and picked their friend up.
"Peter, settle down," said Mike.
Davy looked up at the judge and said with an insincere laugh, “You have to forgive our friend your honor."
"Yeah, he's been watching too many late night movies," said Micky in the same tone of embarrassment.
"Quite alright gentlemen.” said the judge who them turned to Grizelda and said, “Ms Jackson, I meant for you to explain to me why you want the demolishing to take place."
"Oh sorry, your honor," said Grizelda sounding more disappointed then embarrassed. She then continued, “Before I was rudely interrupted, I was about to give my answer why I want the destruction, I mean demolishing to happen. I believe that change is a good thing, and as the old saying goes, Out with the old, in with the new."
"True, but there's also the saying of If something isn't broken don't fix it."
Before another word was exchanged between the two, Officer Murphy entered the room.
"I'm sorry to bother you your honor, but I think you better take a look at this," said Officer Murphy handed the judge some paper work.
"What do we have here?" the judge said, taking the papers.
He looked them over carefully a few times, then turned his face to Grizelda.
"Ms. Jackson according to these papers, you have plans to turn this court house into French bistro."
"Why yes, I figured since I put up the salon and the shopping center, I figured this is the perfect place, “Grizelda answered.
"I don't think so."
"Why not?" Grizelda tried to keep her cool.
"Because my father built this court house when the town first settled here.”
"How about if I buy it from you? Name your price."
"Sorry Ms. Jackson, but you can't put a price on family or history and certainly if your family has made history like Kate Nesmith's home."
"You mean, the facts are true?"
"Read it and see for yourself."
The judge then handed Grizelda the papers and she read them over.
"No this can't be, what about my sewage plan?" asked Grizelda.
"You can put it somewhere else," the judge answered.
"You can always scare the people out then tear the place down like you did with the lake and the general store." called a voice.
Everyone turned to see Bruno standing there.
"Bruno, what are you doing here, I thought I fired you!" shouted Grizelda.
"That's Officer Bruno Rodgers to you Ms. Jackson,” said Bruno, “And I quit after I got all the information I needed."
"What?"
"Yes, the police were getting complaints about a weird businesswoman who pays little and tears down small business, just to put more money in others’ pockets. So I took the job at your office to check out your business, but I didn't seem to find anything. But after I met the Monkees, I did my research and even made copies of your plans for myself to give in to the station."
"And the papers these gentlemen have match the ones Bruno gave us," said Murphy.
Bruno then approached Grizelda and placed handcuffs on her, “Grizelda Jackson, you're under arrest for 15 counts of trespassing and 15 counts operating machinery without a permit.
Bruno then took Grizelda out of the courtroom.
"Mom, does this mean?" asked Lucy.
"That the house is safe?" Sam finished.
"Yes, but we have to be sure by the judge," said Kate, who turned to the judge for an answer.
"The house is safe," said the judge banging his gavel.
Kate, her children and the Monkees cheered with glee that the house was once again saved.

The next day was 4th of July and the big events took place and everyone had a wonderful time.
The Monkees even put on a small concert that raised money to her fix up and save of the historic places in town like the courthouse.
The guys even had a new song for the show, the tune was called "Your Auntie Grizelda”, a song about a very bitter woman.
The day after that, the Monkees headed back home.
Kate, Sam and Lucy thanked then once again for saving the day, but the guys told them to really thank Bruno for his help as well.

Many of the older places did get new touch up and some of Grizelda's residents got major changes too.
Many of the luxury apartments were made into affordable housing for families.
As for Grizelda herself, she served a total of five years in jail for her crimes, now she works a maid for one of the hotels that she once owned.

The End

By: Mickys411 and Lisa    Rated G

It had been sometime that the Monkees had a gig, and they needed to get one soon, for they just got a warning from Babbit that if they didn't have money to pay the rent in three weeks, he was going to evict them out of the pad.
"You know, it's hard to believe but would you think that on Labor Day weekend, people would have parties and have bands playing." said Davy.
“Have you looked out the window?" asked Mike.
It was indeed the start of the Labor Day weekend, but the weatherman on TV predicted rain till Tuesday, meaning no events, no parties, and no paying gigs.
"How are we going to get money for the rent, if we can't get a job?” Said Peter, “Maybe if we stick around the pad, we'll get a call."
"Peter, you just can't sit around the pad all day and wait for the phone to ring," said Micky.
Seconds later, the phone rang and Mike answered it.
"Hell-o?” He said into the receiver, “Yes, really when? Groovy, how do we get there? Well, I'm not so sure, but we could use the money, ok we'll take it. Thank you, good-bye."
"What was that all about?" asked Davy.
“We just been invited to play at a resort," said Mike.
"Groovy where is it?" asked Peter.
"It's on an island off the coast, and there's only one way to get there."
"How?" asked Micky.
"By boat." Mike answered.
"But Mike, don't you get seasick?" asked Davy.
"I'll get some pills or patches, besides we need this gig, otherwise, Babbit will kick us out."
"When's the gig?" asked Peter.
"Next Friday and Saturday night and they are letting us stay for free at the resort," said Mike.
"We better start packing then," Micky.
And that's what the guys did.

The next day, the guys headed to the pier to rent a boat that will take them to the island.
The only thing they could afford was an older looking boat, but it was in pretty good shape and large enough for themselves and their instruments, so they took it.

Afterwards, Mike went to the drugstore and bought some seasickness pills. He then went to a sporting-goods store and got a used compass and a map so they'd be able to navigate to the resort.
Back at the pad, Mike found the other Monkees packing up their equipment.
"Did you get your sea-sickness pills, Mike?" Davy asked.
"Yeah, and I got ourselves a compass and a map of the coastline." Mike replied.
"We're all packed." Micky said, closing up his bass drum, "So all we gotta do is go to the boat."
"I think we should also take along some food and water." Peter stated.
"Why, Peter?" Davy asked, "It's only a three hour boat trip."
"We should bring water at least." Mike agreed. "You never know what might happen."
The others agreed and filled up a few bottles with water.

A few days later, it was time to go. The guys loaded up everything in the Monkeemobile and took off for the pier.

The guys parked the car then headed to their boat.
Once everything was loaded up, they climbed aboard and took off.

To the guys’ surprise, the weather was actually very nice, despite the fact that they heard on the radio on the way to the pier that it was going to rain today.
"It sure is a nice day," said Davy, admiring the sunny skies.
"Say, what time do you think we should be at the resort?" asked Peter.
Mike checked his watch and said, “Well, we let the pier at ten am, we should be there around one in the afternoon."
Micky was turning the wheel of the boat, when he noticed something in the sky.
"Hey guys, I don't like the looks of that one cloud to the left of us. “He said.
The other Monkees followed Micky's gaze and saw a large black cloud to their left.
"It's just one cloud, Micky." Davy said.
But upon closer look, there were other clouds behind that first cloud and it looked like they were heading toward them!
"I think that's the rain they predicted today." Mike said.
"How much longer until we get to the resort?" Peter asked.
"We got about two more hours to go, Peter." Mike replied.
"Then we have no choice but to keep on going." Micky said, turning the wheel some more.
The Monkees put up full sail, trying to get to the resort before the storm overtook them. However, it wasn't long before the clouds were almost over them.
"Batten down the hatches!" Micky shouted over the rising howl of the wind, "We're gonna have to ride this out!"
Mike, Peter and Davy made sure everything was secure, and brought down the sail so it wouldn't be torn. Then they held onto the mast to keep themselves from going over board.
"Go inside!" Micky shouted at them.
"No, we'll stay here with you!" Mike shouted back.
Micky held on tight to the wheel and tried to keep the boat into the wind. Waves of water splashed onto the deck, soaking the Monkees, but they held on. It was raining so hard, nobody could see what was going. Their boat was at the mercy of the storm.
Out of the haze, Micky thought he could see the ragged outline of land. He wiped the water from his eyes, and looked again. It appeared to be an island, straight ahead of them!
"LAND!" Micky shouted to his friends.
Suddenly, a huge wave pushed their boat toward the island. Just before they hit the shore, their boat crashed against some rocks. Micky nearly went flying, but Mike grabbed his arm and the two of them held onto the wheel, while Peter and Davy held onto the mast.
Huge waves continued to push the boat further upon the rocks. The wooden hull splintered and cracked like matchsticks.
Finally, the boat was wedged against the rocks enough so the waves could no longer move it. After several hours, the storm moved away, leaving the Monkees and their wrecked boat on the rocks.
"Is everybody ok?" Mike asked.
"I'm fine," said Davy.
"Same here," said Micky.
"Me too," said Peter.
The guys carefully got off the boat and began to look at the damage on it.
"Man, the boat owner is not going to be happy about this," said Micky.
Davy meanwhile looked around where they were standing and said, "Say guys, do you see any hotel?"
They all began to look around as well.
"No, I don't see any hotel." said Mike.
"Same here," said Peter.
"I don't even see one thing of civilization here," said Micky.
The Monkees began to worry.
"Where do you think we are?" Davy asked.
"The storm must had made the boat change course away from the island with the resort," said Mike.
"So what do we do now?' asked Peter.
"Well, let's see if the radio on the boat still works, maybe we can send for some help.” said Micky.
The Monkees climbed aboard and approached the boat's radio system. Mike picked up the walkie-talkie part and began to speak into it.
"Hell-o mayday come in, we're stuck on an island mayday!" He called, but there was no answer.
"Sounds like we can't get any reception here," said Davy.
"Looks like we're going to be here for awhile," said Micky.
"I hope not too long," said Peter.
"Well, we can't stay on the boat." Mike stated, "It looks like it's going to collapse into the sea."
"Yeah, we better grab what we can salvage and get onto the island." Davy added.
So the guys grabbed all the stuff they could carry; the water jugs, food, compass, maps, the radio, and even the sail. It took them awhile, but they were finally able to bring everything they could onto land.
"Why did you bring the sail?" Peter asked Micky.
"You don't know if it will come in handy." Micky replied, "Maybe as a big flag to signal for help."
The others thought that was a good idea and took all their stuff further up the beach and into the trees. The sun was starting to set so the guys decided to use the sail as a big tent to protect them at night.
Soon, the sail was draped across some tree branches and the Monkees laid down and fell into an exhausted sleep.

The rising sun woke the Monkees up the next day after a long night's sleep.
"You know, I had this dream last night that I was stuck on a deserted island with lots of beautiful girls," said Davy.
"Earth to Davy, we are stuck on a deserted island, minus the girls," said Micky.
"Man the ground was too hard for my back," said Peter, rubbing his back.
Not to mention all the sand," said Mike scratching his head.
Just then, there was a loud noise.
"What was that?' asked Davy.
"Oh no, there must be some sort of monster on this island!" cried Peter.
"I think that was my stomach," said Micky.
"I know how you feel I'm starving too." said Mike.
The Monkees then opened the cooler then carefully doled out some of the food between them.
"What do we do if we run low?" asked Davy.
"We can fish." said Mike.
"Plus I see there's lots of fruit trees," said Micky.
"And I'm sure we can find some fresh water too." said Peter.
Despite trying to make the best out of their situation, the guys then began to plan ways on getting off the island.

Mike and Micky decided to go back to the boat to see what else they could use, while Davy and Peter looked around for food.
"Hey, there's pineapples up there!" Peter exclaimed, pointing up at the tree. He began to shake it.
"Careful, Peter." Davy said, then suddenly a pineapple landed at his feet. He jumped back.
Peter shook the tree a few more times and more pineapples came down. The two Monkees picked them up and carried them back to their camp.

Micky and Mike couldn't find much else worth taking on the boat, so they grabbed pieces of the broken hull and brought them back. They met up with Peter and Davy.
"We found some pineapples." Peter said.
"We brought back some wooden planks from the ship." Mike said, "We can use these to build a shelter."
"Let's eat the pineapples first, then we can try to find a way off this island." Micky said.
"I hope someone's looking for us." Peter said as the guys sat down.
"Yeah, the resort manager is probably wondering where we're at." Mike replied.
Splitting the pineapples on a rock, the Monkees ate the pineapples, and drank some of their water.
"Who wants to go look for water?" Peter asked.
"We'll go this time," Micky said, "Since you two found the food. Try and make some sort of sign so a plane can see us."
So while Micky and Mike went to look for fresh water, Davy and Peter grabbed stones and made a huge S.O.S. on the beach. When they were done, Davy went over to the radio and tried to call for help.
"If anyone can hear us, please respond." Davy said, "We're shipwrecked, and we don't know where we are."
But all he got back was static. Davy tried the other channels and said the same thing, but got no response at all. He put the radio down, and then he and Peter tried to fix up their shelter as best they could.

Micky and Mike walked single-file through the tropical trees trying to see if there was any water for them to drink.
"I hope we find some water." Micky said, following Mike, "We only have a little left."
"There has to be some water available for all these trees to grow, Micky." Mike replied, then stopped dead in his tracks.
"What is it, Mike?" Micky asked.
Mike simply held his arm up and pointed to something in front of him. Micky stepped up next to Mike and his eyes grew wide in terror at what he saw.
No more than ten feet in front of them was a pole...with a human skull sitting on top of it.
Mike and Micky gulped at the sight.
"Do you think it's real?" Micky asked.
"Why don't you see for yourself?" said Mike.
"I'm not going to touch it."
"You wanted to know if it's real."
"Fine."
Micky then picked up a nearby stick, carefully poked at the skull and it fell off the pole, onto the ground. He and Mike then let out two big yells.
"Go ahead pick it up." said a very nervous Mike.
Micky did just that. He looked over it carefully, then let out a big laugh.
"What's so funny?" Mike asked.
"Look inside," said Micky, still laughing.
Mike looked into the skull and saw in small print "made in China" on the inside. He then began to laugh too.
They decided to take the skull back and show it Peter and Davy, and luckily for them, they found a waterfall on the way back to camp.
The two returned to their friends a short time later.
"There you are." said Davy.
"What took so long?" asked Peter.
"You won't believe what we found," said Mike.
Micky then place the skull on the ground in between Davy and Peter, who nearly fainted out the sight, but let out screams instead.
"Look inside!" said Micky and Mike who were laughing.
Davy carefully picked up the skull, then he and Peter looked inside and saw the lettering.
"Very funny you two," said Davy, tossing the fake skull aside.
"What a minute," if that's a fake skull, maybe there is people here," said Peter.
"You know, I didn't think of that."
"You're right Peter, a fake skull can't just be put there by itself." said Mike.
"Yeah, let's start looking," said Micky.

So the guys began to explore the island more thoroughly. They walked through the jungle, and Micky and Mike showed Peter and Davy where the waterfall was located.
After washing up and filling up their water bottles, they continued to look around the area.
They trekked deeper into the island's interior, but didn't see any sort of sign that other people were there.
"I hope somebody is really here." Davy said. "I hope someone didn't just visit and left the skull there as a prank."
"Or maybe someone left the skull there as a warning." Micky put in, looking thoughtful.
"You've been watching too many late-night movies again, Micky." Mike said, "Let's keep going."
So the Monkees walked on. The Monkees continued to walk, until they saw that the sun was setting.
"You know, I didn't realize we've been walking along for so long," said Davy.
"Let's head back to camp before it gets too dark," said Micky.
"I hope we remember the way we came," said Peter.
"Don't worry, we just pass the waterfall heading left," said Mike.
And the guys headed back to the boat.

When the Monkees returned, they arrived to a very big shock.
All of their stuff had vanished!
"Hey, somebody took our luggage!" said Davy.
"Someone took our instruments and equipment," said Micky.
"They even took the cooler," said Peter.
"Now I'm really sure that somebody is on this island," said Mike.
"What do we do now?" asked Davy.
"I'm sure we'll think of something," said Mike.
"What if whoever was here comes back?" asked a very scared Peter.
"I think they took everything," said Micky, looking around and in the boat.
That night, the temperature dropped and the guys were freezing.
And since they had no jackets, they had to use leaves off the cocoanut trees as blankets to keep warm.

The Monkees woke up the next morning from a not so good night's sleep.
With freezing, starving and sleeping on the hard ground, it made it impossible to sleep.
"Man, what a night." said Micky with a yawn.
"You can say that again." said Davy, who let out a yawn as well.
"Man, what a night." said Peter.
The guys were about to say something to their band mate, but were too tired to think of anything.
"Come on guys, we gotta figure out what happened to our stuff," said Mike.
After a very small breakfast of berries and water, the guys started on their way.
The guys took the same path they yesterday, but then they came to a fork in the woods.
"Which way should we take?" Mike asked.
"The left way," said Davy.
"The right way," said Micky.
"Couldn't we just flip a coin and go with the winner?" asked Peter.
"That's a crazy idea," said Davy.
"But it just maybe crazy enough to work," said Micky.
Mike then took a coin out of pocket and said, “Ok, heads we go left, tails we go right."
He flipped the coin, but it fell into the grass.
Peter picked it up and looked at it.
"It landed heads," he said.
"I guess we take my way then," said Davy.
"Whatever," Micky mumbled.
And the Monkees headed in the left direction.

The Monkees walked for quite sometime, but there was no sign of any civilization.
"You know, we've been walking around all this time, and we haven't found anything," said Davy.
"You were the one who said to take the left side," said Micky.
"How was I suppose to know what was going to be this way?"
"You picked it though."
"Hey cool it with the arguing you two.” said Mike, “We're lost, starving, and hot from the sun, but that's no reason to fight."
"Yeah, you two are suppose to be friends," said Peter.
"You're right, sorry about that, Davy," said Micky.
"It's ok, Micky," said Davy.
"Hey do you guys here something?' asked Peter.
"Yeah, sounds like water running," said Mike.
"Come on, let see what it is."
And the Monkees followed the sound, till they came to it, and sure enough, it was indeed a waterfall.
"Everyone be careful, we're going to walk through it," said Mike.
He went through first, followed by Peter and Micky.
When it was Davy's turn to make it through, he slipped on some rocks and fell into the falls.
"Davy!" Peter, Micky and Mike shouted at the same time.
"Help!" Davy cried out.
The guys had no choice but to jump into the fall themselves and save their friend.
Luckily, Mike, Micky and Peter were able to catch up with Davy.
When they reached the end of the fall, they didn't land in water, but mud.
The guys managed to pick themselves up and continued to walk on.
"You know, I wasn't sure how this trip could get worse but it did," said Davy.
"Come on, it's not that bad," said Micky.
Just then, it began to rain.
"You we're saying?" said Mike.
The rain cleaned a good amount of the mud that the Monkees were covered in, but since there was no sun, the guys were now not only muddy and wet but cold as well.
The Monkees continued to walk in the rain, still covered in mud, though the rain cleaned a large amount of it off themselves, it didn't matter for they were completely lost.
"This is the worst gig we ever accepted," said Davy.
"And we didn't even perform." said Micky.
"I wish we we're back at the pad." said Peter, sounding very sad.
"Don't worry, I'm sure we'll think of a plan to help us." said Mike, sounding positive, though deep down, he knew that there was really no hope in sight.
"Mike, we're stuck on an island in the middle of nowhere," said Davy.
"We lost our luggage and our instruments," said Micky.
"Not to mention our cooler," said Peter.
"We need some sort of sign," said Davy.
"We need a miracle," said Micky.
"Hey, what's that up ahead," said Peter, pointing to something in the distance, before he took off running.
"Peter, wait up!" Mike called out as he, Micky and Davy followed.
As the guys caught up to their friend, they saw Peter was right. There was something ahead of them.
To their surprise it was a fancy looking building!
"What do you suppose that is?" asked Davy, when he and the guys approach the front of the building.
"I don't know, let's check it out," said Mike, as he walked up the marble stairway, followed by Davy, Micky and Peter.
When the Monkees entered the building, they saw the inside was just as nice inside as the outside with bright red carpeting and crystal chandeliers hanging from the cathedral ceilings.
"May I help you gentlemen?" called a voice.
The guys turned to see a man, dressed in a suit looking at them.
"You sure can sir, can you tell us where we are?" Mike asked.
"Why you're at the Golden Gates Hotel and resort." said man.
"That's the name of the place we we're set to perform at." said Davy.
"And your group's name is?" asked the man.
"The Monkees." Micky answered.
"Well, I think I have something that may belong to you gentlemen."
The man then went to the back of the front desk and pulled out not one but two luggage carriers. The Monkees were quite surprised and happy to see that the items on the carriers were very familiar to them.
"Hey, it's our instruments!" said Davy.
"And all our other stuff!" said Mike as he and his band mates collected their belongings.
"How did you find our stuff?" asked Peter.
“Well,” said the man, who turned out to be the hotel manager, “I was wondering around the other side of the island to pick the perfect spot for our next event when I came upon your boat and found your belongings in it, I waited for someone to come back, but I went back to the hotel, took the items and hoped the owners would show up.”
“You mean the owner of the hotel owns the whole island?" asked Micky.
"Why yes,” said the manager, “The other side is the beach where we hold many of our big events. Just the other week, we had a big old island civilization-themed party."
"That would explain the fake skull and pole we found."
"By the way, what day are you performing?" asked the manager.
"We're suppose to start Wednesday night," Mike answered.
"Today is Wednesday."
"You mean we've been stuck on the beach side of the island for two days?" asked Davy.
"Yes," said the manager.
"Isn't that funny guys, we weren't stranded after all," said Peter with a laugh.
"Yeah sure a real laugh riot," said Micky, who was about to say something else to his band mate but decided to skip it.
The guys thanked the manager for finding their instruments and luggage and went to check into their rooms. The guys hurried upstairs to get cleaned up and change for their first gig.

That night, the guys played for a large crowd of the hotel guest on the beach, and got a very good response from everyone.
Because of the incident, the manager gave the guys a few extra days to perform and told them that they are welcome to come back to the hotel to play, plus they will even have a boat ride to take them to the hotel so they won't have any more problems. The guys were quite glad to hear that.

A week and a half later, the guys had a boat pick them up off the island to take them home. They did make a great amount of money from all the shows they did, of course they did had to pay the owner of the boat they borrowed for the late return and the damage but that was another story.
Expect for their little mistake, the Monkees agreed that they really enjoyed playing this gig very much.

The End