By: Lisa, Mickys411 and Cheri    Rated PG

One bright, sunny day Davy was walking down a street in downtown Malibu. His friends Mike, Peter and Micky were in a nearby music store getting their instruments repaired so Davy decided to spend the time window-shopping and girl-watching.
He didn't know he was the one being watched.
A hidden camera attached to one of the shop signs overhanging the sidewalk was monitoring every move Davy made.
"Ah, there's one of them now." A voice said from a room not far away. The owner of the voice was watching a TV monitor that was attached to the hidden camera.
"Shall I turn on the machines, boss?" A man said from behind him.
"Oh yes, please do!" The man watching the monitor said happily, "Let's invite our friend inside!"
Davy was by now in front of a TV shop, a shop he hadn't noticed the last time he was in the area. Suddenly, all the TVs in the display window came on and showed a pattern of dots and swirling colors. Davy's face went blank as he turned and went inside the shop.

The next thing Davy knew, he was tied to a chair in a dark room with only a small bulb in the ceiling lighting the area.
"What's going on?" Davy exclaimed, trying to get free, "How did I get here?"
Just then, Wizard Glick and his four henchmen walked into the room. All five of them were wearing black and Glick was wearing a black hat as well.
"Oh goody, you're awake!" Glick exclaimed.
"Glick!" Davy shouted, "I thought you were…”
"Still at the South Pole? Sitting on the ruins of my castle?" Glick shot back. The wizard was referring to when Davy had used one of Glick's spells to collapse Glick's castle at the South Pole.
"What do you want with me?" Davy asked, gulping.
"Nothing more than revenge!" Glick said chuckling evilly, "I've spent these last few years working on a way to get back at you meddling Monkees after you stopping me from preventing Christmas!" He pulled a weird-looking gun out of his pocket. The gun had several buttons along the barrel and handgrip.
"No, Glick!" Davy begged, "Killing me won't solve anything!"
"I'm not going to kill you...yet." Glick said, pointing the gun at Davy's head, "Meet my new toy, the subconscious matter integration trigger, or Submit, if you will. This time you WILL obey me and all my commands!"
Glick pulled the trigger of the gun and a blue ray hit Davy's head. Davy's world went black.

The next thing Davy knew, he was standing at the front of the TV store. Glick and his henchmen were standing around him.
"Now young man, you will go back and meet your friends and act as if nothing happened." Glick said, patting Davy on the shoulder. "I will be in contact with you shortly and give you your instructions. Now run along."
Davy nodded and ran out of the store and down the street toward the record store.
"Oh I've outdone myself this time, haven't I, gentlemen?" Glick asked his henchmen.
"Oh yeah boss." One man said, "That gun is terrific."
Glick pulled the gun out of his pocket and looked at it.
"Yes, it's taken me years, but now I will...oh no!" Glick breathed.
"What's the matter, sir?" Another henchman asked.
"I just looked at the controls." Glick said in shock, "I hit him with the wrong type of ray!"
"So?" The third henchmen asked.
"So Jones will now obey everyone's commands, not just mine, you ninny!" Glick shouted at him, "We've got to try and find him!"
Glick and his henchmen ran out of the store and down the street...just in time to see Davy and the other Monkees climb into the Monkeemobile and race away.

When the Monkees arrived back home, they unloaded the instruments from the car.
"Hey Davy, can you give me a hand?" Micky asked.
Davy began to clap his hands.
"Uh, I meant give me a hand with the drum kit."
"Oh sorry about that."
Davy chuckled out of embarrassment and carried the tom-toms into the pad.
Micky, Peter and Mike just shrugged at their friend's odd reaction.

Sometime later, the guys were hanging out at the pad.
Micky was reading a book entitled "How to write a song, without even trying", Mike and Peter were watching an old western movie on TV and Davy came in from the kitchen with a sandwich on a plate.
"You didn't make us any?" Mike asked with a laugh.
Davy then got up, went back to the kitchen and came back with three more sandwiches.
"Sorry about that fellas here you go," he said passing out the food.
"Uh Davy it was only a joke," said Peter.
"Yeah, can't you take a joke?" asked Micky.
"Sure, where do you want me to take it?" asked Davy.
"Take what?" asked Peter.
"The joke, where do you what me to take it?"
"Davy are you ok?" Mike asked.
"Sure, why do you ask?" asked Davy.
"Well, you've been acting very weird since we got home," said Micky.
Peter, who was busy eating his sandwich and said," Very good sandwich Davy, but I like mustard on mine."
Davy then went back into the kitchen and came back with the mustard jar.
"What a second, it seems like every time we tell or ask Davy something, he'll try to do it," said Mike.
"Let me try,” said Micky, “Davy can you get me a glass of water?"
Davy once again went back to the kitchen and came back seconds later with a glass of water.
"Here's your water Micky," said Davy handing his friend the glass.
The guys just looked at one another.
As the guys looked at each other, their minds started to race.
"Hmmm...you know, we could take this time to take advantage of the situation. What do you all think?" Micky asked Mike and Peter.
"I think you're treading on thin ice there, Micky." Mike said looking at Davy who was finishing eating his sandwich.
"Who needs ice? I can go down to the gas station and get us some." Davy asked.
"No, we don't need ice, Davy. Thanks though." Mike said trying to get Davy to go back to his sandwich.
"Hmmm, Davy, will you go up to my room and straighten things up for me?" Micky asked.
"Sure," Davy said putting down his sandwich and walking up the staircase to Micky's room and closing the door.
"That was just plain mean, Micky!" Mike said, aghast at what Micky had done. "Something is seriously wrong with him."
Davy opened up the bedroom door and stood at the top of the stairs asking, "Um Micky, what do you want me to do with these? I found them under your mattress."
Micky blushed five shades of red and ran up the staircase, "Thanks Davy. I'll take care of these." Micky took the items from Davy's hands and hid them behind his back. He was more embarrassed than anything.
"What are you hiding Micky?" Mike asked.
Davy turned around and went back into the bedroom with a smirk on his face. Micky's mind started to race and he said starting to panic, "Um well, um nothing, absolutely nothing!"
Mike walked up the stairs and cornered Micky up against the wall saying, "Let us see what you are hiding there, Micky."
Micky took his hands from behind his back and showed what he was hiding.
"Spiderman comics?" said Peter.
"You were hiding comic books from us?" asked Mike.
Micky cleared his throat, and spoke up hoping to change the subject, "Never mind that, we gotta figure out what's up with Davy."
"Right," said Mike and Peter at the same time.
Mike then turned his head towards upstairs and called out, "Davy, can you please come down here?"
Davy then raced downstairs.
"What's up Mike, you want me to clean up your room and Peter's too?" Davy asked.
"No, we just want to know if everything’s ok with you." said Peter.
"I'm fine."
"Will you excuse us for a minute Davy?" said Mike.
"Ok," Davy answered.
Mike then motioned Micky and Peter to another corner of the pad.
"Listen we all know every time we ask Davy something we starts acting strange," said Mike.
"Strange isn't the way I’d put it," said Micky.
"Well, whatever it is, I’m starting to get worried," said Peter.
"So, we should really be careful of what we say around Davy," said Mike.
Peter and Micky agreed to the idea.

As Mike, Peter and Micky went back to the living room, the clock on the wall struck six.
"Oh yeah, we gotta gig tonight!" Mike said, "Let's get our gear together!"
Davy began to gather up not only his gear, but everyone else's as well.
"No Davy." Micky said, "Just get your own gear in the Monkeemobile, we'll get our own."
"Okay, Micky." Davy replied, picking up his tambourine.
Soon the Monkees were on their way to the Pop-A-Go-Go, a new nightclub on the other side of town.

Once there, the guys began to unload their gear and bring it inside the club. As Davy walked through the door, he bumped into a man who already had too much to drink.
"Watch where you're going!" He slurred.
"Okay." Davy replied, watching the floor as he walked.
"Davy, what are you doing?" Peter asked as he saw Davy staring at the floor.
"I'm watching where I'm going." Davy replied.
"Well, stop that and let's set up." Mike said.
The Monkees set up their gear and soon it was time to start.
"Hi everyone!" Mike said into the microphone, "We're the Monkees, and we're going to play for you tonight." He nodded to the others and they began to play Last Train To Clarksville.
"Take the last train to Clarksville and I'll meet you at the station, you can be here by 4:30, cuz I've made your reservation, don't be slow." Micky sang.
Davy stopped playing his tambourine, set it down, jumped off the stage and headed for the exit.
"Davy!" Mike shouted to him, but Davy didn't hear him over the music. He continued to walk away from the stage. There was nothing the other three Monkees could do as they couldn't leave the stage in the middle of a song. Seconds later, Davy exited the club.
When the song was finished, Mike went up to the microphone again.
"Um, we need to take a quick break, we'll be right back!"
"No you won't!" A hard voice said behind him.
The Monkees turned to see the club's manager standing on stage.
"I hired you boys to play for me and that's what you'll do!" The manager said angrily.
"But our percussionist..." Micky began.
"Well, because of his little stunt, you boys will only get 3/4 pay now, if you get anything at all. Now play!"
Mike, Peter and Micky looked at each other and realized that they had no choice but to continue. Mike went back over to the microphone.
"Sorry about that, ladies and gentlemen." Mike said, "Our next song is called, 'I'm Not Your Stepping Stone'."
The three Monkees began to play again, hoping Davy would be okay.

Davy continued down the street, oblivious to what was going on around him. Occasionally, he would ask people where to catch the last train to Clarksville, but they thought he was a weirdo and kept on going. Finally, a sympathetic street person pointed him in the direction of the train station.
"You got any change?" The man asked when he had given Davy directions.
Davy looked in his pockets and gave the man all the change he had. Then he went to the train station.
Upon entering the train station, Davy began to look at the signs for Clarksville.
"Looking for something, young man?" A voice said behind him.
Davy turned around. "Yes, I'm looking for the last train to Clarksville."
"Oh, I'll take you there." Wizard Glick smiled, leading Davy away.

At Glick's hideout at the TV store, Davy was once again shot with a ray from Glick's submit gun.
"There!" Glick laughed, "Now you will obey orders only from me!"
"Yes, Wizard Glick." Davy said, staring straight ahead.
"Good. You will now go back to your house and tell them you were sick, but now you are feeling much better. Then..." Glick whispered something into Davy's ear. The Englishman nodded and left the hideout for the pad.

Not much later, Davy return to the pad and was greeted by three unhappy band mates.
"Davy, what's gotten into you?" said Mike.
"First the odd behavior now walking out in the middle of a concert, this is not like you," said Peter.
"You really gotta quit the monkey business man," said Micky.
"Ok then, I quit," said Davy.
Davy then walked out the door of the pad.
Peter, Micky and Mike then began to chase after him.
They really meant to quit the strange behavior, not the band.
Little did then know Davy knew the guys were behind him and a big evil grin spread across his face.
He was leading them to Glick's hideout.
Davy continued running down the street, and then realized it would be too far for him to run to Glick's hideout. He couldn't take the chance of the other three Monkees catching up to him and finding out Glick's plan. Coming to a halt at an intersection, he hailed a cab that was coming down the road. He got in and told the driver his destination.
When the driver took off, Davy looked behind him and to his satisfaction saw the other three Monkees getting into another cab and following him. Davy smiled an evil smile and sat back in his seat.

"Where on Earth is Davy going?" Mike asked as he sat in the cab. 
"He sure is determined to get away from us." Peter put in.
"Maybe we should just let him go." Micky offered, "He might come back on his own."
"Hey, his cab is stopping!" Mike exclaimed, "Driver, pull over to where that cab is parked!"
"You got it, mac." The cabbie replied.
The three Monkees saw Davy jump out of his cab and run into a shop. Davy's cab pulled away, just as the other cab pulled up to the curb. Peter paid the cabbie and the three men jumped out too.
As the second cab pulled away, Mike, Peter and Micky looked at the shop which Davy had entered.
"Sidorf's TV shop?" Micky asked, "Why go here?"
"This situation has overtones I don't like." Mike said.
"Well...let's see what happens." Peter said, walking over to the front door. He pulled on it and the door opened for him. Slowly, the three Monkees walked into the darkened TV store.
"Davy!" Micky called out, "Where are you?"
"Davy, come out, come out wherever you are!" Peter cried out.
"Davy, it's us, come here!" Mike shouted.
Suddenly, there was a faint cry coming from the back of the store.
"Help!"
"Davy, is that you?" Micky called back.
"Help!" The voice said, louder this time.
"That's Davy, let's go!" Mike said.
The three men ran through the store and into the back room. There, they found Davy standing there, a big smile on his face.
"Hello fools." Davy said with a smirk.
"What did you call us?" Peter asked.
Suddenly, the lights went on and Mike, Peter and Micky found themselves surrounded by Glick and his henchmen, who had guns in their hands.
"He called you fools, and rightly so." Glick smiled, walking over and putting a hand on Davy's shoulder, "You walked right into his trap."
"Glick!" Micky exclaimed.
“Davy!” Mike shouted
"What's going on?" Peter finished.
"What's going on is that your friend is working for me, now." Glick said with a laugh.
"No wonder Davy had been acting so strange recently." Micky said.
"Yeah, doing whatever anyone tells him to do." Mike said. He looked at Davy, "Davy, go get the police, hurry!"
Davy just stood there smiling evilly, making no move to leave.
"That doesn't work anymore, young man." Glick giggled, "He only listens to me now!"
"What did you do to him?" Peter asked. "Did you put him under a spell?"
"I shot him with this." Glick said, pulling out his submit gun. "At first I made a rare error and shot him with the wrong ray. Now he only does what I tell him."
"Are you going to shoot us with that gun?" Micky asked.
"Oh no, I've got much more sinister plans for you Monkees." Glick said.
"Run!" Mike shouted to Micky and Peter.
The three turned to run, but were blocked by Glick's henchmen, who pushed them further into the room.
"Davy, tie your three friends up." Glick ordered.
Davy got some packing twine and tied Mike, Micky and Peter's hands behind their backs.
"Davy, snap out of this." Micky begged.
"Shut up." Davy growled, cuffing Micky across the back of his head.
When the three Monkees were tied, Glick led the group out the back door and over to a van parked in the alley. Mike, Peter and Micky were forced into the back of the van, where Glick's henchmen joined them.
Glick and Davy got into the front seats, where Glick ordered Davy to drive. Davy instantly obeyed and the van roared away to the location Glick told him.

Glick's van carried their unwilling passengers for several minutes until the van came to a screeching halt. The back of the van was thrown open and Mike, Peter and Micky were forced outside.
Once out of the van, the three Monkees could see they were at an old abandoned dock. Attached to the dock was a pontoon boat with a small canopy on top. It was onto this the three men were next escorted.
"Where are you taking us, Glick?" Mike demanded.
"Not far." Glick replied with an evil smile. He then ordered his men to untie the boat and Davy to start the engines.
Davy and Glick's men did what they was told and soon the boat was motoring its way out to sea. It was a brisk night, with a cold breeze coming in from the west. Glick said nothing until they were a few miles out to sea.
"I think this will be a good a place as any, dear boy." Glick said to Davy. "Stop the engines."
Davy cut the engines and the boat drifted to a stop.
The three captive Monkees looked around. There was nothing around them for miles. The boat's lights were the only illumination.
"Why did we stop, Glick?" Micky asked "There's nothing here!"
"Oh you boys are full of questions, aren't you?" Glick sneered. "Well, I guess I'll have to start answering them." The wizard stepped to the stern of the boat.
“After spending time rebuilding my castle at the south pole, I spent a lot of time thinking on how best to get my revenge on you four.” He said, "I decided that the best revenge would the most simple one, one in which I didn't have to act a part or fool large numbers of people."
"Such as Queen Grizelda and her trolls." Peter said, referring to the trolls living at the North Pole near Santa Clause.
"Right." Glick smiled, and pulled out his submit gun. "So I began to construct this gun which then I used on your friend Davy. It's just like I had used a spell on him, but much stronger." Glick patted Davy on the back. "I'm glad it was him that came across my TV shop today, since he was the one who hurt me the most. That will make my revenge even sweeter."
"So you used Davy to capture us...now what?" Micky asked.
"Now Davy is going to kill the three of you." Glick said with a laugh, "You asked before why we stopped here, and so I'll tell you. We're several miles from shore. Davy will drop you three one by one into the cold water, still tied up, and you'll soon drown. Davy here will then go to the police and confess his crime." Glick began to laugh harder, "If he isn't given the chair, he'll spend the rest of his life in prison racked with guilt over killing his three best friends! HA HA HA!"
Glick turned to Davy once more. "Dump these three into the ocean, please."
"Yes, Wizard Glick." Davy said and walked over to his friends, who were sitting at the bow of the boat.
Davy reached down and grabbed Mike's collar to pull him up when Mike suddenly shot up, knocking the smaller man off balance. Mike continued to move, charging Davy and using his body to knock Davy into the water!
Two of Glick's men grabbed Mike while the Wizard shouted for the other two to bring Davy back on board.
Davy quickly came back up to the surface, spitting out water. He looked up and saw Glick and his men reaching down for him. Davy's eyes went wide, then rolled up into his head and he slid back under the water's surface.
"No, come back here! I command you!" Glick shouted, but Davy was gone.
Glick grabbed a light and shone it around the water's surface, but there was no trace of Davy. The wizard snapped off the light in disbelief.
"What happened boss?" One of his henchmen asked.
"How should I know?" Glick shouted back, then got his temper under control. "It looks like we'll have to do the dirty deed ourselves." He looked over at Mike, who was now sitting next to Micky and Peter again.
"At least you'll die knowing you killed your friend." He snickered.
"Didn't your mum tell you not to lie, Glick?" Davy asked from behind Glick and his men.
Glick and his henchmen turned in time to see Davy, dripping wet, pull on the canopy rope, sending the canopy down on the five men. Davy grabbed the rope’s end and quickly ran around the group, tying them together. When they were tied, Davy ran over to untie his friends.
"Davy are ever glad to see you!" Peter exclaimed. "Where did you go?"
"The feeling is mutual, Peter." Davy said, "When I saw Glick and you guys, I swam under the boat and hid in the space between the pontoons. Thanks for knocking me into the drink there, Mike. It broke that spell I was under."
"How did you know that would work, Mike?" Micky asked, rubbing his wrists.
"I wasn't sure if it would, but it worked the last time Davy was under Glick's control." Mike replied, "When he thought he was King Davius, he fell through the ice and the cold water broke the spell."
"I remember that now." Micky said.
"Now let's take care of Glick." Davy said.
The Monkees made sure the rope around Glick and his men was secured, then ripped part of the canopy away, so Glick and his men could breathe. The guys also grabbed the guns and threw them overboard, but Davy saved Glick's submit gun.
"You meddling Monkees!" Glick shouted, "I'll get you for this!"
"Not where you'll be going, Wizard!" Davy shouted back. "I hope you rot in prison for what you did to me and to my friends, not once, but twice now!"
Mike started up the boat and they silently made their way back to shore.

Once Mike had docked the boat, Davy took Glick's submit gun and calmly fired it at each of Glick's men, and then at the wizard himself.
"Now you dirty rotters will do as I say." Davy said, still very angry. "You will walk to the nearest police station and give yourselves up, and confess ALL of your crimes, even the ones you did while still in your prams! Am I clear?"
"Yes, Davy." Glick and his men replied.
Peter and Micky untied Glick and his men and they calmly got off the boat and began to climb the slight hill toward the main road. The Monkees watched from the boat as the evil wizard and his men moved away.
Suddenly, Glick ran off toward the direction of the van!
"Glick stop!" Davy shouted.
"Sorry Jones!" The wizard laughed, "But you should've remembered that my spells don't work on me!" Glick climbed into the van, "We'll meet again! Ha Ha!" The van started and quickly roared away. Glick's henchmen continued on their way to the police.
The Monkees ran to the road, but Glick was far gone. Davy screamed and threw Glick's gun after the van. He then sank to his knees and began to sob. Mike, Peter and Micky got down on their knees too and gave Davy a group hug.
"I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry." Davy said over and over again.
"It's okay, Davy." Mike said, "We still love you."
"Yeah, this wasn't your fault." Peter added.
"It's Glick's fault." Micky put in too,
"He used me...again!" Davy cried.
"But you beat him, Davy.” Micky said. "And you'll beat him again."
"I'm so lucky to have you fellas as friends." Davy said, wiping his eyes.
"Same here, Davy." Peter replied, "Same here."
Mike helped Davy stand up and Davy went to pick up Glick's gun.
"I don't want this to fall into the wrong hands." Davy explained.
"Yeah, you don't want Micky telling you to clean his room again." Mike said and everyone laughed.
"Let's get back on the boat and use that to go home." Davy said.
So the guys used the boat down the coast to go back to their pad. Halfway home, Davy threw Glick's gun into the ocean as far and hard as he could.
Once at the beach under their pad, the guys got out and left Glick's boat there for scavengers, then made their way home.


The End

Little Red Riding Monkee

By: Mickys411 Rated G

Red Riding Hood...................Davy
Granny....................................Peter
Wolf.......................................Micky
Woodsman.............................Mike
Narrator..................................Mickys411 (Laura)

Scene 1 Act 1
Red Riding Hood's home and woods

Narrator-Once upon a time, there lived a little girl who lived in the woods and always wore a red cape with hood, in fact she wore it so often that her mother called her 'Red Riding Hood'.
Spotlight on center stage.
Narrator-(clears throat) I said 'Red Riding Hood' (louder voice) 'Red Riding Hood' (shouting) Davy, get out here right now!
Davy-(from backstage) Not with what I have on!
Narrator-Davy, you come out here right now! you're going to ruin the story!
Davy-(sighing) Fine
Davy appears on stage, wearing a white dress, a brown colored wig with pigtails, and a hooded cape over his head and holding a basket.
Mike, Peter and Micky-(backstage) Laughter.
Davy-(calling backstage) Haha very funny guys.
Micky-(backstage) it sure is! (continues to laugh)
Davy-(calling backstage) You know, you should see what Peter has to wear!
Peter-(backstage) Don’t remind me!
Narrator-Guys, enough!
Mike-(backstage) Yeah fellas, let's just get on with the story.
Narrator-Thank you Mike.
Davy-Yeah, the sooner we get on with the story, the sooner we get done with it
Narrator-Anyway as I left off, (clears throat) One day Red Riding Hood was on her way to the other side of the woods to visit her grandmother who was not feeling well.
Before leaving for her trip, Red's Mother reminded her to be home before dark, not to take any short cuts and most importantly, not to talk to any strangers. Red then said good-bye to her mother and skipped off to Grandmother’s house. Psst…Davy get into character.
Davy-(skipping and talking in high pitch voice) Tra la la la la la!
Mike, Micky and Peter-(backstage) Laughter.
Davy-(high pitch voice)-Do you mind if I don't get into(clears throat to normal voice) Do you mind if I don't stay in character too much?
Narrator-Very well.
Davy-(continues to skip and talks in normal voice) Tra la la la la!

Scene 2 Act 1

Narrator-Along her way, Red Riding Hood stopped at a nearby meadow to pick some flowers for her Grandmother. Little did she know though, Red was being watched.
Micky-(behind some fake bushes) Oh boy, here comes my part! (rises out of the bush)
Narrator-For behind some bushes came a wolf!
Micky-(jumps out of bush, lands next by Davy) Boo!
Davy yells and falls down.
Micky-(helping Davy up) Sorry about that man, you ok?
Davy-Yeah, but next time tell me when you're going to do that!
Micky-I said I was sorry!
Narrator-(Yelling) Davy, Micky! stay in character!
Micky- (deepens voice) Well, what do we have here, a red riding hood!
Davy-Yes, that's my name, Red Riding Hood.
Micky-Well, Red Riding Hood what brings you to my part of the woods?
Davy-I'm on my way to visit my grandmother who is not well.
Micky-Oh what a pity.
Davy-Yes, and I'm going to cheer her up with a visit.
Micky-You know, I happen to know a short cut that will make your walk faster, that way you can have more time with your Grandmother.
Davy-I'm not so sure, I'm not suppose to take short cuts.
Micky-Trust me, it's the quickest way to go.
Davy-Well, you do seem like a nice wolf so ok, I will go that path, but which way is it?
Micky-(pointing left) It's that way.
Davy-Ok, I will go that way then (goes off in the other direction) Thank you Mr. Wolf!
Micky-(laughs) Now to get off to Grandmother's house for a bite to eat (laughs and runs off)

Scene 1 Act 2
Grandmother's house

Narrator-Meanwhile on the other side of the woods, where Red's grandmother lived, Grandmother was in bed resting and waiting for her granddaughter's arrival.
Spotlight onto empty bed
Narrator-(clears throat) I said Grandmother was resting in bed and waiting for her Granddaughter's arrival.
Bed still empty
Narrator-(yelling) Peter! Get out here now!
Peter-(backstage) No, I look silly.
Narrator-Please Peter, I don't want to go through the same thing like I did with Davy earlier.
Peter-(backstage and sighing) Ok.
Peter walks onto stage dressed in a nightgown, bonnet and glasses
Mike, Micky and Davy-(backstage) Laughs
Peter-That's it I'm out of here. (begins to walk off stage)
Davy-(backstage) Now you know what I went through earlier.
Narrator-(to Peter) Freeze! Get in that bed now!
Peter gets in the bed
Narrator-Now where was I, oh yes Grandmother was in bed resting and waiting for her granddaughter to arrive, when she heard a knock on the door.
Micky-(enter stage and looks at narrator) Where's the door?
Narrator-Use your imagination.
Micky 'knocks' on the 'door'.
Peter-(elderly lady voice) Who is it?
Micky-(high pitch voice) It's me Grandmother, Red Riding Hood!
Peter-(using same voice) Come on in dear.
Narrator-Little did Grandmother know that she was inviting the wolf, not Red Riding Hood into her home!
Micky-(approaches the bed, uses deep sounding voice) Hell-o Grandmother.
Peter-(screams) EEK! You're not Red Riding Hood! You're a...a...a...a...a…
Micky-A wolf!
Peter jumps out of bed and gets chased by Micky around the house.
Narrator-Peter, you have to hide from the wolf in the closet.
Peter-(normal voice) But I'm scared of the dark!
Narrator-You have to.
Peter runs into closet and locks it.
Micky-Rats, there goes the main course.
Davy-(entering onto stage) Tra la la la la!
Micky-Here come the appetizer (evil sounding laugh)
Micky grabs a robe, bonnet and glasses, puts them on and climbs into the bed
Davy 'knocks' on the 'door'
Micky-(elderly lady voice) Who is it?
Davy-It's me Grandmother, Red Riding Hood!
Micky-(same voice) Come in dear.
Davy-(approaching the bed) How are you, Grandmother?
Micky-(same voice) Much better now that you're here dear.
Davy-My grandmother, what big ears you have!
Micky-(normal voice) Hey!
Narrator-Micky, stay in character.
Micky-Sorry (changes voice to sound like elderly lady again) Why the better to hear you with my dear!
Davy-And what big eyes you have!
Micky-The better to see you with my dear.
Davy-And what sharp looking teeth you have!
Micky-(normal voice) Why the better to eat you with my dear!
Davy-You're not my grandmother, you're the...the...the...the
Micky-The Wolf!
The wolf then begins to chance Red around the house.

Scene 2 Act 2
Grandmother's house

Narrator-While the commotion was happening at Grandmother's house, a woodsman was passing by.
Mike-(walking onto stage wearing jeans, a flannel shirt and his green hat) whistling.
Davy and Micky-(stop running and sing) "Mike's a lumber jack and he's ok, he sleeps all nigh and he works all day!"
Narrator-(yelling) Knock it off!
Mike-(to narrator) Thank you.
Narrator-You're welcome.
Peter-(from closet) Can I please come out now, it's very dark in here!
Narrator-Not yet Peter (clears throat) Now where was I? Oh yes, the woodsman heard all the noises that where going on inside Grandmother's house and knocked on the door.
Mike-('knocks on door') Hell-o, anyone home?
Narrator-Unfortunately, the noise was so loud, Red nor the wolf or Grandmother heard the woodsman. The woodsman then decided to kick the door down to get inside to find out what the trouble was.
Mike 'kicks door open'
Narrator-The wolf stopped chasing Red and looks.
Peter-(from closet) Now can I get out?
Narrator-Wait till Mike says his lines.
Mike-(to wolf and Red) What's all this about?
Davy-(runs up to Mike) Thanks goodness you're here! (points to Micky) That mean wolf is planning on eating me and I bet he already ate my Grandmother!
Micky-(to Davy) I didn't eat your Grandmother.
Mike-If you didn't eat her Mr. Wolf, then where is she?
Micky-Right here (opens closet and Peter walks out)
Peter-Thanks Micky it was really dark in there.
Narrator-Peter, stay in character
Peter-Sorry (looks over towards Davy) Red!
Davy-Grandmother, you're safe!
Red and Grandmother hug
Mike-Now Mr. Wolf, for causing so much trouble, it looks like you're in some yourself.
Micky-(gulping) Wha...What’s going to happen?
Mike-Well, winter is coming and I can use a wolf fur coat and hat to keep me warm.
Micky-(on his knees) No, please Mr. Wood's man, I didn't mean to cause and trouble I'm sorry(looking at Davy and Peter) I'm sorry Red and I'm sorry too Grandmother (sobs for a few moments then stops to talk to narrator) How was that?
Narrator-A little dramatic.
Davy-I agree.
Mike-Same here.
Peter-Me too.
Micky-(sighing) Everyone's a critic
Narrator-Will you guys just go on with the rest of the story?
Mike-Good idea the sooner we go on, the sooner we get done with it.
Narrator-The wolf apologized for the wrong that he did.
Micky-I'm sorry for what I did, I promise I learned my lesson (to narrator) How was that one?
Narrator-Close enough but good.
Peter-I agree.
Mike-Same here.
Davy-Me too.
Narrator-Fellas…
Micky, Davy, Peter and Mike-(the same time) Sorry.
Narrator-Thank you. Indeed the wolf kept his promise about doing no harm to others. He is now a very kind animal.
As for Red, she spent plenty of time with Grandmother and made it home before dark.
And she taught herself a lesson about talking to strangers.