By: Mickys411 and Lisa Rated G

It was Halloween night a night for kids dressed out of witches, ghouls, and goblins to go trick-or treating for candy, and for some adults to attend parties.
But this Halloween was different, for it was a very rainy night.
No trick-or-treating, no parties.
This Halloween, everyone was 100% disappointed especially the Monkees.
The guys were scheduled to play the town's annual Halloween festival.
However, with the sour looking weather, the event was canceled and the guys were forced to spend the evening watching TV.
"You know, it's hard to believe that on all nights it had to rain," said Davy.
"Yeah, I heard it was suppose to be a clear night," said Micky.
"Don't worry fellas, I'm sure they'll reschedule the event," said Mike, getting up to change the channel.
"I don't want to watch another horror film, can't we watch the Bugs Bunny Halloween special?" asked Peter.
"Ok then, Peter."
But just as Mike was about to change the station there was a crash of lightning that hit outside, which caused not only the picture on the TV screen to go blank but all the lights to go in the pad as well.
"What happened?" asked Davy.
"Looks like we lost all power due to the storm." said Micky.
"What do we do now?” asked Peter, who was sounding a bit nervous.
"We'll light some candles and hopefully we have some flashlights," said Mike.
The guys then began to look for candles, flashlights and matches, which was a bit difficult with all the darkness. But they were able to find what they needed.
"Well, now that we have our lighting problem solved, what do we do now?" asked Micky.
"Since we can't watch TV, how about we tell some stories?" asked Davy.
"Yeah, since it's Halloween about some ghost stories?" said Mike.
"Not too scary though." said Peter.

The guys each took turns telling a story, Davy told a tale about a man who fell in love with a girl who was really a vampire, while Mike's story was about werewolves.
"…And the spaceship took off into the sky and they never saw it again." said Micky, finishing his alien story.
"That was one groovy story, Micky." said Davy.
"It almost sounded realistic." said Mike.
"Too real," said Peter.
"Relax Peter, they're just ghost stories, besides it's your turn to tell a story," said Micky.
"You want me to tell a story now?" Peter asked.
"Yeah, we all told one, so now it's your turn." Mike said.
"Um, let me go to the bathroom and then I'll start." Peter said, stalling for time.
"We'll wait." Davy said.
So Peter took a flashlight and went upstairs to the bathroom while the others waited for him to return.
Moments later, Peter came back down stairs.
"Ok are you guys ready for the story?" he asked.
"Yes, sure," said Davy.
"Go ahead Peter," said Mike.
"We're all ears," said Micky.
"Ok, here it goes," said Peter.
He cleared his throat, and began to tell his story:
"It was a night dark and rainy, just like this. A group of singers was on their way home from playing a late night gig...”

"You know, I heard an of out of town job but this gig was nearly three hours away." said Davy.
"Yeah, I think it's starting to rain," said Mike, driving the Monkeemobile.
It sure was raining as well as lightening and thundering.
"I hate to say this, but it doesn't look like it's going to clear up anytime soon," said Micky, looking out the backseat window.
"I really hate this weather," said Peter.
"We'll be out of storm and back at the pad soon," said Mike.
Just then, there was a loud bang.
"What was that?" asked Davy.
"It was either lightening or we blew a tire," said Micky.
"I think it was both," said Peter, looking out the car window.
The Monkeemobile began to bounce on one side because of the blown tire. Mike pulled the car off to the side of the road and turned off the ignition.
"Just great." Mike said, shaking his head.
"What'll we do?" Davy asked.
"Let's wait for the storm to clear up." Peter replied.
"That could be hours from now." Micky said, "We can't wait that long."
"We can't go out in that weather to change the tire either." Davy said.
"We're gonna have to if we want to get home." Mike said, "Do we have any umbrellas?"
Micky rummaged around in the back and produced two tattered but usable umbrellas.
"Now, let's plan this out so we'll get this done with quickly." Mike told his friends.

Just as the Monkees were planning out how to get back to the pad, lightening hit, showing light onto a nearby home.
It was a large sized house that was two stories tall.
The guys looked at the home, and then Mike turned to his band mates and asked, “What do you guys think?"
"It's better than running in the rain to go back to the pad," said Davy.
"I don't know, it looks pretty scary." said Peter.
"We’ve got no choice," said Micky.
And with that, the Monkees quickly scrambled out of the monkeemobile and made a run to the house.
When the guys made it to the house, they got a better view of what it looked like.
It was a pretty old looking place, but it looked in good condition.
Mike knocked on the door, but there was no answer.
"Doesn't look like anyone's home," he said.
"Judging by the looks of this place, I don't think anyone has lived here for years," said Davy.
"Let's go back to the car then, it's much safer," said Peter.
Just then, another strike of lightening hit.
"Then again, it doesn't hurt to check this place out," said Micky.
And the guys entered the house.

"Hello, anyone here?" Mike called out.
"Anyone alive that is." Micky muttered under his breath.
There was no answer to Mike's call. The Monkees continued to look around. The place didn't look like it was in too bad a condition, but there was thick layer of dust on top of everything. Just then the guys heard a bump.
"What was that?" Davy asked.
"My heart pounding in my chest," Peter replied, "Let's go back to the car. Anything's better than this old place."
The wind and rain really began to pick up just then.
"No, let's stay here, at least for a little while." Mike said, "But let's stay together."
Slowly, they went upstairs. The stairway creaked with each footstep. Mike, who was in the lead, thought he heard something.
"Wait. Stop." He said.
The others stopped and heard footsteps behind them! They turned, but there was no one on the steps but themselves.
Mike motioned for them to continue, and the footsteps were heard again! The Monkees raced up to the top of the stairs and looked behind them, but the staircase was empty.
"I could've sworn someone was behind us." Davy said, shaking.
"I guess it was just the stairs creaking." Mike said, not very convincingly. "Let's find a place to rest."
So the guys went into a room, which turned out to be a bedroom, with a large four-poster bed in the middle.
"Let's try and rest until the storm passes." Mike said.
The Monkees climbed into the bed but they couldn't rest.
There was a sound that was keeping them up and it was Peter's hiccupping.
"Peter, must you hiccup?" asked Davy, trying to fall asleep.
"I'm sorry (hiccup) guys (hiccup) but you know (hiccup) I get (hiccup) the hiccups when (hiccup) I get (hiccup) nervous," said Peter in between hiccups.
"Peter, just get a glass of water and go to sleep," said Mike.
"I'm not (hiccup) going out (hiccup) there."
"Don't get up Peter, I'll get you a glass of water," said Micky, getting out of bed.
"Thanks Mick (hiccup)," said Peter.
Micky then walked out of the room and headed back downstairs.

Back on the ground level, Micky walked around, looking for the kitchen.
"I wonder if there's anything to eat in this place." Micky said to himself.
Finally, he came to a room that looked like the kitchen. It had a sink, a fridge, and a table and chairs. Micky turned on the sink's spigot, but nothing came out.
"Figures." Micky said, shaking his head, "Probably nothing in the fridge either."
Micky opened the fridge, but to his shock, it was full of food! There was soda, orange juice, milk, and strangely, wrapped-up take out food. Most of it was wrapped up, with strange writing on the paper.
As Micky wondered about all this, he heard more bumping noises. Micky closed the fridge and listened. The bumping noises were coming closer!
Panicking, he ran out of the kitchen and down a hallway. In the big house, it didn't take him long to get lost...and the bumping noises were coming closer to him.

Micky began to feel and hear his heart beating faster and louder. That's when he heard a noise.
"Mew," went the sound.
Micky screamed turned to see where the noise was coming from and he found it right on the floor by his feet.
There was a black tabby cat.
"Mew," went the cat.
Micky began to laugh and said," It was just a cat." He bent down to pet it, but the cat ran away.
Micky then shrugged his shoulders, and then went to find a glass to get water for Peter. Luckily, the cupboard was full of glasses and cups.
Micky reached for one, and then went to the sink to fill it with water.
But just as he was about to do that, once again, he heard another sound.
"Must be that dang cat again," he said with a laugh.
Micky turned the spigot of the sink, and this time water came out. He let the water run a few seconds, and then filled up the glass. Turning the water off, he started back upstairs.
As he was about to go up the stairs, he heard another, louder sound.
"I don't think that was the cat this time." Micky said, biting his lip. He raced up the stairs and into the bedroom.
"AHHH!" Mike, Peter and Davy screamed.
"It's just me!" Micky said, "Calm down!"
"Calm down?" Davy repeated, "We've been hearing all sort of noises since you left.
"Well, I think one of them was a cat." Micky said, handing the glass to Peter, "But I don't know about any others."
"Thank you, Micky." Peter said, his hiccups gone.
"You're welcome, but I think I'll leave the cup here." Micky said, sitting on the bed with his friends.
Again, all sorts of noises were heard through the house...
"Fellas, I think we all better go down and see what all those noises are about." said Mike.
"How about we stay up here and pretend it's nothing," said Micky.
"I agree with that that idea," said Davy.
"Me too," Peter added.
"Come on guys, would you please?" asked Mike.
"Couldn’t we just flip a coin and the winner gets to go?" asked Peter.
"No, we all have to do it," said Davy.
"It's every Monkee for themselves," said Micky.
And with that, the guys walked out of the room and back downstairs.

Once they were downstairs, Micky motioned to the others.
"Let's go back into the kitchen," He said, "The fridge had some food in it."
"What, bats’ wings and newts’ livers?" Mike asked.
"Come on." Micky said, shaking his head.
When they got to the kitchen, they could see that the fridge light was on! Ducking behind a counter, the Monkees could see...something...wearing a black robe rummaging in the fridge.
After a minute, the figure closed the door and began to walk away...then suddenly stopped and looked in the Monkees' direction!
The Monkees ducked down and prayed the figure wouldn't come over near them. After a few seconds, the figure walked through another door and all was quiet again.
Slowly, the Monkees lifted their heads up to see if the coast was clear. Satisfied it was, they slowly got up and looked at each other.
"What was that?" Peter said, clinging to Mike.
"I don't know, but it was hungry." Mike said.
The guys walked over to the fridge and froze when they saw a red liquid on the floor!
"BLOOD!!" The Monkees screamed and ran out of the kitchen.
Back in the living room, the Monkees caught their breath.
"That was blood, wasn't it?" Davy asked.
"Maybe it was ketchup?" Micky ventured.
"I'm not going back to find out." Mike said. "Let's keep looking around, we gotta find out what those noises are.”
So the Monkees continued to look around the house. Since it was pretty dark, it was hard for the Monkees to see anything.
"Do you think we’ll see that robe-wearing figure again?" asked Davy.
"It's hard to tell, it's too dark to see anyway," said Mike.
"I'm scared, can't we just get out of here?" asked Peter.
"Maybe if we find another part that is well lit, it wouldn’t be so spooky looking," said Micky.
And the Monkees then began to search around the house, hoping not to run into the robed figure again.

In the middle of wondering around the house, Peter spoke up.
"I have to go to the bathroom," he said.
"Fine, we'll come along," said Mike.
"You guys have to go too?"
"No, we just can't risk losing a member in this creepy house," said Davy.
"Good idea, the last thing we need is one of us getting lost in this nutty place," said Micky.
And off the Monkees went.

After some while of searching, the guys found the bathroom.
"Hurry up Peter," said Mike.
"Ok, said Peter, entering the bathroom.
He came back out sometime later.
"What took you so long?" asked Davy.
"Did you fall in?” asked Micky.
"No, I had to wash my hands," Peter answered.
"Can we go on now?" asked Mike.
"Yeah I'm good," said Peter.
"Same here," said Micky.
"Me too," said Davy.

The guys came to another part of the house, which was slightly better lit. Still, it looked pretty bad.
Suddenly, they heard more thumping noises and what sounded like screams!
"What was that?" Davy asked as the guys huddled against each other.
"Somebody was screaming." Micky replied, "I think it came from that direction." He said pointing to his right.
"Let's go." Mike told the others, and led the way to the left.
As they went down a long hallway, a door slowly swung open in front of them.
The Monkees froze in their tracks.
"Hello?" Peter squeaked.
A skeleton poked his head around the door.
"Hello! I've been expecting you!" It said.
"AHHHHH!!!" The Monkees screamed and ran back down the hall. The skeleton stayed where he was, and just watched the Monkees run away.
After going a great distance, the guys looked back and saw that the skeleton wasn't following them.
"Stop fellas!" Mike said. "I think we lost him."
"I wonder why he didn't chase us?" Davy wondered as they stopped to catch their breath.
"You're complaining?" Micky replied.
"No, but...that's what spooks do, right?" Davy asked.
"I don't know or care right now." Peter said, getting seriously scared. "I think we need to look for an exit."
"Agreed." Micky, Mike and Davy replied.
So they continued to walk along another part of the house. They soon came upon another dark room, and inside, with his back to them, was a vampire! He was watching the far door, which was slightly open. The Monkees stifled a cry, but the vampire heard them and turned around.
"What are you doing there?" The vampire demanded, "I don't remember seeing you here before. How did you get past me?"
"Um, we...uh we came in the back way." Micky stuttered and the Monkees turned and ran back the way they came.
"Come back here!" The vampire shouted, but the Monkees ignored him.
Back in the relative safety of the hallways, the Monkees planned a way to get out.
"I think we're safe for now anyway," said Mike.
"How do we get out of here with all these creepy characters around," asked Davy.
"That's a plan I'm trying to think of right now."
"Say fellas, do you every get the feeling like someone watching you?" asked Peter.
"Sometimes, why do you ask?" asked Micky.
"Because I have that feeling right now."
The Monkees slowly turned around and sure enough, standing right behind them was the vampire.
"Boo!" went the vampire.
The guys screamed and raced down the hallway.
"I think I have that plan on how to get out of here," said Mike, as he ran.
"Great what is it?" asked Davy.
"We split!"
"I'm with you." said Micky.
"Good idea wait for me!" Peter added.
And with that, The Monkees took off out of the house.

Luckily for the Monkees it had stopped raining when they got out off the house that they weren’t stopped by the police for speeding back to the pad, flat tire and all.
The guys tried not to think about the house until a few days later, when they drove by it and saw people walking out holding boxes.
The guys got out of the car and approached the group.
"Excuse me, what's going on here?” asked Davy.
"Yeah, I thought this place was deserted," said Mike.
"It has been for years." said a man.
"But we rented it for the month," said a woman.
"Really?” asked Peter.
"A haunted house," another man answered.
"You were using this place as a haunted house?" asked Micky.
"Yes, for Halloween, this place got a lot of visitors. I thought you guys looked familiar.”
The guys got a closer look at the man and saw that he was the vampire they saw in the house that night. The Monkees’ faces then became red with embarrassment.
After they apologized for jumping to the wrong conclusion that the house was really haunted, they left for the car and decided never to speak of the event again.
Though, would admit that they would laugh about it someday.

"The end," said Peter.
"You know Peter, that was a pretty good story," said Davy.
"I though so as well," said Mike.
"Me too," said Micky.
"Really?" asked Peter.
"Yes, it had everything," said Davy.
"It was suspenseful," said Mike.
"But it also had some funny parts to it," said Micky.
Just then, the power went back on.
"You know what guys, the whole time the power was out I wasn't bothered by it," said Peter.
"Maybe because we were too busy telling stories to notice," said Davy.
"Just then, there was a knock at the door.
"I wonder who could that be?" said Mike.
"Let's go find out," said Micky.
All four Monkees then went to the door.
When they opened the door, there stood four small figures dressed as a vampire, a mummy, an alien and a werewolf.
"Trick-or treat!" went the creatures.
The Monkees let out four loud screams, slammed the door, turned off the lights and raced up the stairs.
The monsters took off their masks, which turned out to be kids in costumes.
"That was rude of them." said the boy who was the vampire.
"Yeah, if they didn't have candy, they should have just told us no," said the boy who was the alien.
"What do we do now?" asked the boy who was the mummy.
"Let's try next door." said the boy who was the werewolf.
And that's what they did.

The End

By: Lisa and Mickys411 Rated PG

The Monkees sat nervously in the office of Mr. Webster, the owner/manager of the Go-Go Club. They had just auditioned to play at his Halloween dance and were now waiting for him to finish auditioning the other groups.
"Man, I hope we get this gig." Micky said, twirling his drumsticks between his fingers.
"Yeah, Babbit really looked serious when he said we better have the rent by the end of this month." Davy replied.
“I hope Mr. Webster liked us.” Mike said.
"Well, he had a smile on his face when he was listening to us." Peter put in.
"True, but..." Mike began to say, but just then Mr. Webster walked in.
"Hi boys." Mr. Webster said, a smile on his face.
"Hi Mr. Webster." The guys replied.
"Congratulations, Monkees." Mr. Webster said as he sat down behind his desk. "I've decided to hire you to play for my Halloween dance."
The Monkees stood up. "Thanks, Mr. Webster!" They exclaimed, shaking his hand.
"You're welcome." Mr. Webster said, "So be here ready to play and in costume at 7 p.m. Halloween night."
The guys looked at each other. The club owner noticed this and frowned.
"Is there a problem?" He asked.
"Well, Mr. Webster," Mike said, "We don't have any costumes.”
"Or the money to rent any either." Micky added.
"I did want you four to wear costumes..." Mr. Webster mused, scratching his chin. "I'll tell you what."
"What?" The Monkees asked in unison.
"I'll advance you four twenty dollars of your salary to rent costumes, preferably matching ones, for Halloween night."
"That'll be great, Mr. Webster." Davy said, "Thank you!"
The club owner pulled a twenty-dollar bill out of his pocket and handed it to Mike.
"Now go out and get some costumes," He said, "And I'll see you here Halloween night."
"We'll be there and in costume, sir." Peter said, "Thanks again!"
The Monkees said their goodbyes and quickly left the office.

So, for the next several minutes, Mr. Brown showed the guys what he had left in matching costumes. Some were of pirates, spacemen and Indians and such, but either they were too expensive, or one costume was the wrong size.
Finally, Mr. Brown found a box from the back shelf and opened it up.
"Ah, I didn't know I had any more boxes up there. Let's see what this is." He said, pulling out part of a costume. It was a Viking helmet, complete with plastic horns.
"Hey, we could be Vikings." Mike said.
"Real Viking helmets didn't have horns." Davy put in, "But let's see if they fit."
So the Monkees tried the Viking costumes on over their clothes. The costumes fit perfectly, even the helmets.
"What do you boys think?" Mr. Brown asked.
"How much?" Mike asked.
"Since you boys were so patient, I let you rent these costumes for twenty dollars." Mr. Brown replied.
"Deal." The Monkees replied.
So the Monkees took off the costumes and put them back in the box. Mike paid the man his twenty dollars and the guys went back to the pad.

A few days later, it was Halloween. After a quick rehearsal, the guys changed into their costumes.
"We ready to go?" Mike asked the others as they put on their helmets.
"Yeah, I think so..." Peter said, and then looked at his helmet. "My helmet looks a little different than the others." He shrugged and put it on, then tightened the chinstrap. Just then, one of the horns on his helmet came loose and dropped so that the tip of the horn was pointing down.
"You gotta loose horn, Peter." Micky smiled.
Peter grabbed the horn and pushed it back up...and a second later, it fell down again. Frowning, Peter pushed it back up and the horn fell down again. The other three Monkees tried not to laugh.
Peter twisted the horn back and forth several times, trying to get it to stay up, when all of a sudden there was a popping noise and lots of gray smoke filled the room.
"What's going on?" Davy asked.
When the smoke cleared, the Monkees found themselves, not in the pad, but outdoors in a small clearing. A stone grotto was behind them. In front of them however, looking on in total shock, were several other men...all dressed in Viking costumes as well.
The Monkees looked around, but nothing seemed familiar to them.
"Looks like these are very popular costumes, everyone is wearing them," said Peter, indicating the men dressed in Viking apparel like the guys.
"I don't think they're wearing costumes Peter," said Mike.
"And it doesn't look like were in our time either," said Micky, looking around.
"Where are we anyway?" asked Davy.
None of the guys knew exactly where they were.
The only thing they knew was, they were nowhere near home.
The guys took a chance and decided to try and talk to the Viking men still staring at them.
"Ah, hi!" Mike said with a smile on his face. The other Monkees waved at the Vikings.
To the Monkees' utter shock, the Vikings went down on one knee and bowed their heads! After a few seconds, the Viking man in the front spoke in a low voice.
"We give thee thanks, Great Odin, for sending us help for our journey. May our quest be successful and I become the greatest Viking Chief ever!"
The Monkees looked at each other.
"What's he on about?" Davy whispered to the others.
"Excuse us," Micky said, walking toward the Vikings. "Can you tell us where we are?"
The Vikings stood up and the man who had spoken gave Micky a big bear hug.
"Greetings oh emissary from the Gods." He said, "Welcome to Earth."
"Where...on Earth?" Micky gasped.
The man let go of him. "You are in the land of the Norsemen!"
"You mean Norway?" Mike asked.
"If that is what you want to call this land, then so be it." The man replied. "Come back to our village and we will have a feast tonight before we go on our quest."
"Wait, who are you and what quest are you talking about?" Davy asked.
"Forgive me, my name is Ivor." He said, "Ivor the boneless."
"The boneless?" Peter asked this time.
In reply, Ivor sat on the ground and calmly put both of his legs behind his head.
"That's great, Ivor." Mike said, "But what quest do you want us to go on?"
"We shall journey to the far, far north." Ivor said, unwrapping his legs and standing up. "There to slay the giant that lives in a cave. For many days, my men and I prayed for some sign the Gods were with us, and then you appeared in our sacred grotto! With the giant's head in my possession, I shall be called the greatest Viking Chief that ever lived!"
Ivor's men cheered behind him.
"But we got a Halloween gig to play tonight." Micky protested.
But Ivor and his men led the Monkees back to the Viking village for the feast.

Ivor took the Monkees to the village where the feast was being held.
There were many more Vikings seated at wood tables eating, drinking, and talking.
Ivor then lead the guys to a table were a group of men were eating.
"Men, these are…um," said Ivor forgot to asked the guys names.
"Oh, I'm Mike, and this is Davy, Peter and Micky," said Mike, introducing the guys and himself.
"It's good to meet you men," said one of the Vikings.
"Please, sit down and enjoy our feast." said another Viking.
Luckily, there was room for the Monkees to sit.
"Thank you for letting us join you." said Davy.
"You're welcome, now help yourselves to the food," said Ivor.
The guys looked around the table, but they couldn't find anything that looked appealing enough to eat.
"What's that?" Micky asked, pointing to something in a bowl.
"Lutefisk, a favorite of ours," Ivor answered as he took a bite out of some meat.
Peter picked up the bowl of lutefisk took a small portion out and tried a bit of it.
"Not bad," he said, finishing the rest of the food.
Seeing Peter wasn't getting sick, the other Monkees tried the Lutefisk and thought it was good too. When everyone was done eating, Ivor banged on the table with his fist.
"Let us have a toast to Odin's emissaries!" He shouted, raising his mug of Mead in the air.
Everyone cheered and drank of the Mead. The Monkees didn't really care for the fermented drink (none of them drank alcohol) and just took a sip of their Mead.
"Tell us." A man said to the Monkees, "What is Valhalla like, and what do you do there?"
"It's a...um, a really nice place." Peter said, "Lot's of clouds."
"And we play music." Micky put in, "We call ourselves the Monkees."
"Can you play for us?" Another Viking asked.
The Monkees agreed and Mike and Peter took the lyres handed to them, while Micky and Davy banged on drums. Peter had had some experience with a harp, so he was able to lead Mike in playing a few of their songs.
The Vikings looked at each other, then at Ivor, who was smiling.
"Verily, you are sent from Odin." He said, "The prophecies told of four men with strange names and played music who would lead a chief to rule all Vikings."
"They did?" Davy asked, "I mean, yeah, I guess they did."
"It is time to sleep." Ivor said, getting up and stretching. "We must leave with the first tide. Arn, see to it that our guests are lodged comfortably."
Arn bowed and led the Monkees to a thatched-roof house. Inside were four beds made of straw and a few chairs.
"I hope this will be good for you my Lords." He said.
"Yeah, this'll be fine, Arn. Thank you." Mike said.
Arn smiled and left the Monkees alone. They huddled together to talk, as this was the first time they were by themselves.
"Any ideas on how to get out of this mess?" Micky asked. “I don’t wanna fight a giant!”
"I still don't have any idea on how we got here." Davy replied.
"It was when Peter was fooling around with that horn on his helmet." Mike said. "Then there was that smoke and here we ended in this place."
Peter took the horn on his helmet and twisted it back and forth, but nothing happened.
"Looks like we're going a trip, fellas." Davy told the others.
So the Monkees went to bed and they soon fell asleep.
The next morning, Arn pounded on their door to wake them up.
Since they had no choice, the Monkees boarded the ship.
"Hold on tight men, we have a rough ride ahead of us," said Ivor.
The guys, especially Mike, who gets seasick easily, were not looking forward to what was in store for them.
"What are we going to do?" Davy whispered to his mates.
"Whether we like it or not, we're going on this trip," said Micky.
"Plus, we told Ivor we come along and we can't let him down," said Peter.
The Monkees let out four huge sighs as the made it to the top of the ship. They let out more sighs as the ship pulled away from the dock.
The guys indeed were in for a long, unpleasant trip.
It didn't take long for Mike to start feeling sick. He closed his eyes and tried not to think of the moving ship, but his breakfast was trying to make an appearance once again.
Arn noticed this and walked over to the Monkees.
"What is wrong with him?" He asked.
"His stomach is upset, do you have anything for him?" Davy asked.
Arn nodded and walked away. He returned a minute later with a small pouch.
"Mix a little of this in some water and have him drink it." Arn said, "He will feel better soon."
"Thank you." Micky said, taking the pouch.
So Micky quickly mixed a little of the green powder in a mug of water and had Mike drink it down. After a few minutes, he was feeling better.
"Wow that did help me." Mike smiled, the color returning to his cheeks.
Arn stood off to the side with a few of the other Viking warriors and watched what was going on with interest.
"This is odd." Arn muttered.
"What is, Arn?" A man asked.
"They are supposed to be sent from Odin to help us on our quest, yet that one cannot stand the sea." Arn replied, "They do not appear to be any different we are."
"They appeared out of nowhere in our sacred grotto." Another man commented, "What else would they be?"
"I do not know." Arn admitted, "But keep a watchful eye on them and report to either me or Ivor of anything suspicious."

"I don't know what is was I took, but I haven't felt seasick since taking it," said Mike, as he and the other Monkees explored the ship.
"That's great," said Davy.
"Yeah and let's hope you stay that way for the rest of the trip," said Micky.
"Because we have a long way to go," said Peter.
It was at that moment that the guys saw something in the sky that they didn't seem to like.
"You know fellas, I don't like the way those clouds are looking up ahead," said Davy.
"Same here," said Mike.
"Me neither," said Micky.
"I think we better tell Ivor and his group," said Peter.
The Monkees went to the bow of the ship to talk to Ivor, only to find the Viking Chief and his men already staring up at the sky. Ivor turned to them as they approached.
"Well Monkees, it seems Aegir, God of the sea, wants to stop us. " He said, then turned to his crew, "But we will not be stopped! Not with Odin's emissaries aboard!"
Ivor's crew cheered and quickly made ready for the approaching storm. Everything loose was tied down and everyone got into their rowing seats. The Vikings were superb sailors and ship-builders, but they took nothing to chance when it came to the seas.
Soon, the wind and rain came crashing down upon them. Everyone, including Ivor and the Monkees, helped row the longboat to keep it on course.
Suddenly, the watchman in front turned to the others, his eyes wide in terror.
"MAELSTROM!" He yelled, "A MAELSTROM!"
The Vikings looked at each other, clearly afraid of what the man just said. If it made the Vikings afraid, it was bad news indeed.
"What's a maelstrom?" Peter asked his band mates.
"I think it's a large whirlpool." Davy said.
Sure enough, a large whirlpool was swirling less than a mile in front of them. In fact, the edges of the whirlpool were beginning to pull at the longboat, trying to pull Ivor's longboat and crew to the bottom of the sea.
"What do we do, Ivor?" Arn asked, glancing at the Monkees, "I thought Odin's emissaries would protect us from Aegir's spells."
"Yes, Monkees." Ivor said, "Tell Aegir that you are from Odin and to let us pass."
The Monkees looked at each other. How could they stop a whirlpool? Mike then had an idea and hoped the others would catch on.
"Odin told us he was going to test you." Mike said, "If you're going to succeed in your quest, you're going to have to prove if you're worthy."
"That means overcoming the roadblocks other Gods may have put up." Micky said, catching on.
"But this maelstrom will pull us into the sea!" Arn exclaimed.
"Not if we outsmart it." Davy said. "Tell your men to keep rowing straight ahead across the swirling waters."
"The maelstrom's current is too strong to fight," Mike added, "So it would be better to use its energy to help us through it."
Ivor thought about what the Monkees told him. He then nodded and turned to Arn. "Their plan makes sense. Do what they say."
Arn looked doubtful, but nodded and gave the orders.
Everyone took their places at the oars again and rowed like mad. The waves tried to pull them down, but instead of fighting the waves, the crew used the waves to propel them across the whirlpool.
Finally, the maelstrom and the storm clouds were behind them and everyone stopped for a much-need rest. The Monkees were tired and sore, but like everyone else was very thankful to be alive. Ivor went over to them.
"Thank you for your help. I am sorry to doubt Odin's wisdom."
"You're welcome, Ivor." Mike said, "Is everyone alright?"
"Yes, there is no damage to the ship or our supplies." Ivor said, then smiled. "I think we all deserve a night of rest." He turned to his crew. "Set off for the nearest shore. We will rest tonight and continue in the morning."
"How much further is it, Ivor?" Micky asked.
"You do not know?" Ivor asked, surprised.
"Um, we were just sent to help you," Micky replied quickly, "Odin didn't tell us exactly where we were going."
Ivor pointed to a tall mountain several miles north in the distance.
"That is our destination." He said, "Ironwood Mountain, home to the giant wolf."
"Giant wolf?" Peter said with a gulp.
"Relax, there's no giant wolves on the mountain," said Ivor.
"Really?" asked Davy.
"The reason it's called that is if you look closely into the mountains, you can see the head of a wolf," said Arn.
Micky squinted his eyes and said, "You're right, I do believe I see it."
"Me too," said Mike, trying to get a better look by leaning on the side of the boat.
"Land oh!" shouted Ivor.
And sure enough, the boat landed right on the side of the island, which the mountain was located on.

After the boat was made secure, the Vikings made camp. They put up the shelters and the Monkees got the wood for the fire. Arn was quiet, but he still didn't completely trust the Monkees.
Over a meal of reindeer stew, Mike asked Ivor what was going to happen next.
"Remember that wolf's head I showed you earlier?" Ivor asked.
The Monkees nodded their heads yes.
"From what the legends say, that head is really the entrance to a cave where Beli the giant lives."
"A giant?" Peter asked, getting nervous again.
"Yes, he is as tall as two men and has the strength of four." Ivor said.
"Why do you want to kill him?" Micky asked.
"Giants like Beli defy our Gods and cause trouble for mankind." Ivor replied, finishing the last of his stew, "It is said only a God can kill them, but with you four with me, I shall kill one and be the greatest among the chiefs!"
Ivor then got up to give his bowl back to the chef to be washed. The Monkees just looked at each other, not sure what to do.
Soon afterwards, everyone climbed into their shelters for the night. Arn set the guard and everyone went to sleep. The Monkees used this as an opportunity to talk.
"I don't want to kill a giant." Mike said, "I mean, what he ever did to us?"
"Remember that monster Dr. Mendoza created?" Peter asked.
"Yeah, we called him Frankie." Davy replied.
"He looked like a giant too. I didn't believe he would harm anybody." Peter said.
"Yeah, he later made friends with the villagers." Micky said. "He turned out to be ok."
"Maybe that's the way this giant is too." Peter went on.
"Yeah, that's a possibility." Mike admitted, "Still, we're supposed to help Ivor fulfill his destiny."
"But at the expense of another?" Davy added, "I don't like that."
The others didn't either. Micky turned to Peter.
"Try turning the horns on your helmet, see if we can go home before anyone gets killed."
Peter twisted the horn on his helmet, but the guys stayed where they were.
"I guess we're still stuck here." Mike said sadly.
"Maybe something will turn up tomorrow." Micky asked, "Let's go to bed."
So the Monkees climbed under their blankets and went to sleep.
They didn't know Arn had been listening outside their shelter and had heard the whole conversation.
Arn then quietly walked to Ivor's tent.
Arn poked his head in and saw that Ivor was fast asleep.
"Ivor, wake up." whispered Arn.
Ivor woke up that instant.
"What is it Arn?" asked Ivor.
"I have something important to tell you about..." answered Arn.
"Can it wait till morning?"
"No, it's about those four young men."
"What about them?"
Arn then told Ivor everything.
"So it would seem those Monkees are not from Odin at all." Ivor said after Arn was done talking. "They must have been sent from Loki the trickster God to foil our quest."
"What are your orders?" Arn asked, "Shall I have them killed?"
"No." Ivor said, shaking his head, "They did help us through the Maelstrom, so they have been useful to us..." Ivor thought for a few moments, then reached a decision.
"Pretend nothing has changed." The Viking chief said, "Treat them as we have before. Perhaps they can still help us when we reach Beli's cave...we'll send them in first as bait." Ivor gave Arn a wicked smile.
Arn smiled back and then left Ivor's tent.

The next morning as everyone made ready to leave, Ivor came over to the Monkees.
"Did you four sleep well?" He asked.
"Yes...yes we did." Mike replied.
Actually, the guys didn't get much sleep as they were too worried about meeting the giant.
"Good!" Ivor replied, slapping Mike on the back, "You'll need your strength as we climb up to Beli's cave!"
"Are you sure you want to do this?" Peter asked, "I mean, you said Beli is big and strong."
"Of course I'm sure!" Ivor replied, "A Norseman never backs down from a challenge!" He looked over at Arn. "Are we ready?" He called.
"Yes Ivor!" Arn called back.
"Then let's be off!" Ivor cried, then pulled out his sword. "For fame and glory!"
"For fame and glory!" Arn and the other Vikings cried, drawing their swords as well.
As the Vikings made to move out, Ivor noticed the Monkees hanging back.
"Come along, it is time to go." He said.
"Um, we've done our job, Ivor." Davy said, "We've helped you get to the mountain."
"Yeah, the rest is up to you guys." Peter smiled, hoping the Vikings would let them go.
"Nonsense!" Ivor cried, giving the Monkees a big smile, "You four deserve a share in our fame and glory too!"
"Not really, it's your show." Micky told him.
"Give these men some weapons." Ivor told his men, ignoring Micky's comment. A few Vikings came over and gave the Monkees a sword apiece.
"There now." Ivor said, still smiling, "You will stay up in front with me and together we will face the giant!"
Ivor and Arn ushered the Monkees to the front of the line and then everyone began their ascent to Beli's cave. After several hours, they reached their destination.
Ivor and Arn were about to enter the cave, when they saw the Monkees walking backwards and away from the cave.
"Where do you guys think you're going?" asked Arn.
"Well, we’d love to join you in the search for the giant but we have to be going," said Mike.
"Yes we have to do something important and you know when you have something important to do you can't postpone it you know," said Davy.
"What is this important thing?" asked Ivor.
"We can't say it's a secret,” Peter replied.
"Can you tell us what it is?"
"We can't because it won't be a secret anymore," said Micky.
Ivor and Arn looked at each other, then back at the Monkees.
"I think I know your secret." Ivor said, stepping toward the guys, who continued to back away.
"You do?" Peter gulped.
"You four haven't been sent by Odin, have you?" Ivor asked, "I think you four were sent by Loki, the trickster God to fool me."
"Oh no...no." The Monkees tried to laugh it off, then stopped when they felt the business end of a sword poke their backs. The guys looked behind them to see several Vikings glaring in anger.
"I heard the four of you talking last night in your tent." Arn said.
"That wasn't nice of you." Micky said, then winced when a sword poked his back.
"Who are you four, really?" Arn demanded.
"We're four musicians called the Monkees. We got these clothes in a costume shop and Peter twisted the horn on his helmet and suddenly here we are." Davy said quickly.
"Humph." Ivor sniffed, "I was wondering about those silly horns you have on your helmets. Still, this all sounds like something Loki would do."
"We don't know any Loki fella, honest!" Mike said.
"It doesn't matter now." Ivor growled, "You four are still going to help me kill Beli."
"How?" Peter asked.
"You four are going to go into that cave and lure him out for me." Ivor said, "If he doesn't kill you first, that is."
"But...but its dark in there!" Micky exclaimed.
One of the Vikings thrust a lit torch into his hand.
"Now, you'll be able to see your way." Ivor said, "Now be off, and don't try to look for another way out, because this is the only way out of the cave!"
The Vikings forced the Monkees into the cave at sword point and then settled down to wait for them to return.

The Monkees quietly walked into the cave, climbing over rocks and trying not to make any noise. Micky's torch dispelled some of the darkness, and they could see that the cave was quite large and seemed to go back into the mountain for hundreds of yards. It was a perfect place for a giant to live.
In the quiet, the guys could hear a rumbling noise.
"What was that?" Mike whispered, but it sounded loud in the cave.
"My stomach." Davy replied.
"How are we gonna lure this giant out into the open?" Micky asked.
"Do you want to?" Peter asked.
"No, but Ivor will kill us if we don't do it." Micky replied.
The rumbling noise was heard again, louder this time.
"That wasn't my stomach this time." Davy said.
"I think I see something up ahead." Mike told the others.
Indeed, it seemed to be some sort of light up ahead. As they grew closer, the guys could see it was a campfire with a large cooking pot hanging above it.
"I think this is the place." Micky whispered.
Suddenly a shadow appeared on the wall in front of them, a very large shadow...
"That's not my shadow." Mike stated.
"Not mine, either." Peter said.
"On the count of three, turn around." Davy whispered to his friends.
"Can you make it four?" Micky whispered back.
Davy nodded and said, "One, two, three...four!"
The Monkees spun around and looked up...but nothing was there, just the empty cave.
"What's going on?" Mike asked.
"Down here." Said a voice.
The Monkees looked down and saw an old man, not much taller than Davy, standing about ten feet in front of them. He was holding a torch in his hand and had a long white beard. The man's clothing was a simple robe of rough cloth. Though he was old, the man's eyes still sparkled as he stood erect and looked at his visitors.
"Welcome to my cave." The man said.
"Are...are you Beli?" Peter asked. "Beli the giant?"
"No, my name is Jotun." The man chuckled, "And as you can see I am no giant. When I first came upon this cave, I found the remains of someone who was very large, but there are no giants here now."
The Monkees breathed a sigh of relief.
"That's good." Davy said.
"Yeah, but Ivor's gonna be mad if he finds out there's no giant in here." Mike replied.
"Is that the name of the Viking leader?" Jotun asked.
"Yeah, how did you know there were Vikings with us?" Micky asked.
"I watched you as you climbed the mountain to get here. There are other ways to get out of this cave. This isn't the first time Vikings have come here looking to kill Beli." Jotun replied, "But due to the acoustics of this cave I have been able to scare them away, but this Ivor seems to be more devious, sending others in to act as bait." He shook his head, "Another reason why I am glad I gave up on this world and became a hermit."
"Yeah, you had us fooled." Peter admitted. "This place would be great to have a concert."
"What are your names?" Jotun asked.
"I'm Davy, and this is Peter, Mike and Micky." Davy said.
"I am pleased to meet you." Jotun replied. "Now we must hatch a plan to get rid of Ivor and his men before he kills us all."

Ivor, Arn and the other Vikings were sitting on rocks near the entrance to Beli's cave, waiting for the Monkees or Beli to come out. They spent the time sharpening their weapons.
"Do you think those four fools will lure Beli out?" Arn asked his chief.
"It doesn't matter." Ivor said with a smile, "Either Beli kills them and we strike while he is eating their bones, or we kill them after we ambush Beli coming out of his cave."
Suddenly, there was loud, terrible screaming coming out of the cave, followed by several loud, awful roars. The Vikings stood up and made ready their swords and battle-axes.
Seconds later, Micky stumbled out of the cave, his clothes disheveled.
"Ohhh, what a fight! What a fight!" Micky exclaimed, crawling toward the Vikings, "We tried to lure Beli out here, but then he decided to fight us inside the cave!"
"Beli is fighting your friends in the cave?" Ivor demanded.
"Yes, they decided to get the credit for killing Beli." Micky answered, "If you want a piece of him, you guys better go in quick!"
The Vikings rushed past Micky and into the cave, shouting their war cries. When they were gone, Micky got to his feet and began to climb up the rocks outside the cave entrance. It was time to put the next part of Jotun's plan into action.

Inside the cave, Ivor and the other Vikings found Mike, Peter and Davy with their hands on their knees, panting for breath.
"What's going on?" Ivor demanded.
"You...you didn't have to come in." Davy gasped, "We got Beli on the run!"
"Yeah, he's really a coward." Mike said, straightening up, "We can handle him."
"Go back outside, we'll take care of him." Peter added.
"No one tells Ivor the Boneless what to do!" Ivor shouted, grabbing Davy by his shirt, "Now where is he?"
"He went that away." Davy said, pointing deeper into the cave.
Ivor pushed Davy away and led the Vikings further into the cave. As they ran, they heard a loud roar. Following that sound, they ran into a large alcove with steep slopes on either side and saw the tall figure of Beli standing there!
They didn't know it was really Jotun sitting on Micky's shoulders and they both were covered by a long robe.
"I am Beli!" Jotun shouted, the acoustics of the cave making his voice sound much louder than it was, "Leave my cave, or I will feast on your bones!"
"I am Ivor the Boneless!" Ivor shouted back, "And your head shall decorate my wall!" He raised his sword and rushed toward the 'giant'.
However, he didn't see the string strung across the floor and he tripped. Jotun took the opportunity to club Ivor with the long staff in his hand. The Viking hit the ground unconscious.
Arn and the other Vikings came forward, but Jotun swung his staff, almost hitting Arn on the head. The Vikings backed away.
"Leave my cave!" Jotun shouted again. "Never come back!"
"Come on, he can't take us all on at once!" Arn told his fellow Vikings.
Just then, rocks from either side of them began falling down the slopes, first they were small, then the larger ones began to tumble down upon the Viking warriors. Up above, Mike, Peter and Davy were pushing rocks and causing the avalanche.
"Leave my cave or I'll bring the stones down on you! ROAR!" Jotun shouted as Micky took a step forward.
The Vikings began to back away, all the while trying to keep from being hit with rocks.
Unnoticed in all this, Ivor woke up. Still a little dizzy, he grabbed at Beli's robe...and pulled it off, revealing Micky underneath Jotun!
Arn and the other Vikings looked on in shock.
"What's this?" Arn asked, eyes narrowing.
"Oh...um...hi?" Micky said, waving.
"You aren't Beli." Ivor said, climbing to his feet. "In fact, you're not even a giant."
"So you've noticed." Jotun replied, "The real Beli's been dead for many years, but that would not stop you Norsemen and your blood lust."
"How true." Ivor smiled evilly. "So we'll just have to take your blood. Get them!"
Ivor grabbed at Jotun and Micky, but Jotun smacked Ivor again with his staff. Micky grappled with Ivor, but the Viking pushed him and Jotun against one of the walls.
Jotun grabbed the rocks above him and pulled himself up, using Micky's shoulders to climb up. With a kick in the face to Ivor, Jotun climbed the rocks and disappeared up into the dark ceiling of the cavern.
Ivor put a sword to Micky's throat and that quickly ended the fight. The other Vikings had gone up the rock sides, but had only found Davy, whom they dragged down to the ground.
Ivor brought Micky over to Davy and then called out, "Mike and Peter! If you value the lives of your friends, I suggest you come down here now!"
A few seconds later, Mike and Peter climbed down. The Vikings disarmed them and pushed them over to Micky and Davy.
"Where's Jotun?" Mike asked.
"He escaped up the secret entrance to the cave." Micky replied.
"So there is another entrance." Ivor said, "Well, he's an old man. We'll get him soon enough. After we give you four a proper sendoff."
"You're letting us go?" Peter asked hopefully.
"We're going to send you to Niflheim. The underworld." Ivor laughed.

The Vikings took the Monkees outside and tied them to two dead trees nearby. They then found some more wood and laid it by the trees.
"What are we going to say to the village when we do not return with Beli's head?" Arn asked Ivor as they watched the men pile up the wood.
"We have plenty of time to think up something." Ivor said, "Besides, there is more to this island. Perhaps we can find another giant to kill."
"We are ready, Ivor." A Viking called over.
Ivor and Arn walked over to the Monkees.
"So you and that hermit thought you could fool me, eh?" Ivor sneered.
"Where's the honor in killing someone who has never done you any harm?" Peter asked the Viking Chief.
"You must really be fools sent from Loki if you do not know our ways." Ivor replied, "It is kill or be killed! Only the strong survive! I would be replaced as chief if I did not show how tough and mean I could be!"
From above, everyone could hear growling noises. Ivor smirked at the Monkees.
"Your hermit friend is trying to scare us again." He grabbed a torch from one of the Vikings. "Give my regards to Hela, Goddess of Death for me." He bent down and set the wood underneath the Monkees' trees on fire.
Suddenly, there was an avalanche on the hill above them, Everyone looked up to see a huge man sliding down the hill! On his shoulder was Jotun. The Vikings stepped back as the man slid to the bottom of the hill and set Jotun down.
"I AM BELI!!" The giant roared, "LEAVE MY MOUNTAIN NOW!"
The very ground shook as Beli spoke. The giant inhaled and then blew out his breath. The fires around the Monkees went out and the Vikings were knocked off their feet.
Ivor got up and approached the giant.
"I am Ivor the Boneless!" He shouted, pulling out his sword, "And I will fight you to the death!"
But Beli grabbed a large tree branch and hurled it at Ivor. The Viking barely managed to duck in time. Jotun ran over to the Monkees and untied them.
"Thanks, Jotun." Mike said.
"So Beli does exist." Micky added.
"Yes, I will explain all when this is over." Jotun said, leading them away from the fighting.
Beli picked up one of the trees the Monkees had been tied to and used to swat the Vikings away, like they were gnats. Ivor managed to get a few swings in at the giant, but they barely affected the man. The Monkees and Jotun threw rocks at the Vikings.
Finally, Ivor and his men had had enough. They turned and ran down the mountain, Beli chasing after them. Getting onto their ship, the Vikings lowered the sail. Beli exhaled once again and sent the Viking ship on its way.
Once the Viking ship was gone, Beli walked back over to the Monkees. The guys gulped when they saw him approach, not sure how he would act toward them.
The giant knelt down to better see the Monkees. Now that he was closer, the guys could see Beli was old like Jotun.
"Are you men alright?" He asked, his voice deep and booming.
"Yeah, we're fine, Beli." Davy said, "Are you alright?"
"Yes. Those Vikings were persistent but not as tough as they think they are." Beli said.
"Thank you for rescuing us." Micky told the giant.
"I am glad to help those who would help me." Beli replied.
"How do you two know each other?" Mike asked Jotun and Beli.
"Many years ago, when I decided to withdraw from this evil world, I came to this area and found Beli sick and dying." Jotun replied. "I nursed him back to health and Beli let me live in his cave. In exchange, I scared away any visitors so that Beli could live in peace."
"As you can see I am old and tired of fighting and being persecuted because of my size." Beli put in.
"I'm sorry to have mis-led you men, but I had promised Beli not to tell anyone he was alive." Jotun said, "But when you four were captured, I told Beli and he agreed to help."
"I hope those un-nice Vikings don't come back." Peter said.
"Ivor may not, but no doubt others may." Jotun shook his head sadly.
"Let's go inside and eat." Beli said, "Fighting always makes me hungry."
So everyone went inside and ate some stew cooking on the large pot. When they were done, Jotun looked at the Monkees.
"Tell us, how did you happen to get involved with those Norsemen?" He asked, "You four aren't like them at all."
The guys told Jotun and Beli how they were trying on costumes in a shop and that Peter turned the horn on his helmet and they ended up in some sort of sacred Viking grove.
"May I see your helmet?" Jotun asked Peter.
Peter handed his helmet over to the hermit. Jotun looked closely at it.
"This is my old helmet!" He exclaimed.
"It's yours?" Peter asked.
"Yes, I was once like Ivor, but I had a dream from the Goddess Frigg to give up my life and become a hermit." He said, "I buried my helmet in a grove of trees before I left. I wonder how it came to be with you? Or where those horns came from?" He handed the helmet back to Peter, who put it on.
"What will you me do now?" Beli asked, wiping his mouth.
"We don't know." Micky admitted, "Peter's tried to get us back home by turning that horn on his helmet, but nothing's happened."
"Maybe we need to go back to that grove for it to work." Davy ventured.
"But Ivor would kill us for sure if we came near his village." Mike said.
"Have you tried twisting the other horn?" Jotun asked.
"No, I haven't." Peter said, twisting the horn, "Maybe that will..."
There was a puff of smoke and the guys found themselves sitting on the couch in the pad's living room!
"Hey, we're home!" Micky shouted, standing up.
"Great, but how long have we been gone?" Davy asked, "We've probably missed our Halloween gig."
"No look." Mike said, pointing to the calendar, "It's still Oct. 31st!" The clock rang six O’clock.
"Come on, or we'll be late for the gig!" Peter exclaimed.
The Monkees raced out of the pad and into the Monkeemobile. They arrived in time to play their gig and got enough money to pay Babbit...for that month at least.


The End