By: Lisa and Mickys411    Rated PG

Mike had this nightmare every so often, and it always was the same. He was floating in the air, loud, screaming noises around him. Hot red lights zipped past, but never hit him. Mike wanted to move, to get away from the insanity around him, but it was like he was floating in thick mud.
Suddenly, a red light flashed past him and exploded behind him and to his right. There was a scream...and without turning he knew who it was.
"Babs, are you okay?" Mike shouted.
"I'm hit." Came the reply...then nothing.
"Babs, can you hear me?" Mike shouted again, straining to turn around.
There was no reply. Mike called out again and again, but then a red light came toward him...
and Mike hit the floor of his bedroom.
Seconds later, there was a light switched on and Mike's friend Micky ran over to him.
"Mike are you okay?" Micky asked, pushing his curly hair out of his own eyes.
Mike sat himself up and looked around. He was in the upper bedroom he shared with Micky. It was that nightmare again. He wondered if he had revealed anything.
"I'm fine, Micky." Mike said, "I was just having a bad dream."
"You were yelling, 'Babs, Babs!' over and over again." Micky replied, "Who's Babs?"
Mike was spared from answering right away when Peter and Davy rushed into the room. Their bedroom was right below Micky and Mike's and they had heard Mike fall.
"Mike are you alright?" Davy asked.
"Yeah, I'm fine Davy." Mike said, getting to his feet.
"He was having a bad dream about some girl named Babs." Micky said.
"I once had a bad dream about Valerie." Peter put in, "I dreamed she married Ronnie Farnsworth."
"Yeah, Babs was a girl I knew long time ago," Mike said, "Before I left Texas. She went and married an oilman."
"Well, let's get back to bed." Peter said, "We don't want to miss the Memorial Day parade tomorrow morning."
The other three agreed and they all went back to their beds, but Mike didn't sleep a wink the rest of the night.

That same night, at the Veteran's office in LA, some dirty work was afoot. Two figures, one short and slim and the other tall and husky, were quickly riffling through the office's files. They had cut the power to the small building the office was in, shutting off the burglar alarm, but it would only be a short matter of time before someone noticed and called the police.
"Madam?" The husky person said, shining a light on the other.
"What is it Boris, and quit shining that flashlight in my face!" Madam snapped, pushing Boris' flashlight to the side.
"Why are we looking for this Admiral Bloomer person for?" Boris asked.
"Because we have orders from our superiors to find out information about him to perhaps...persuade him to give us the naval signals the American Navy uses against our Chinese comrades, that's why." She said. "Ah, here it is." She smiled, pulling out a thick folder.
"Let me see too." Boris said, coming closer, but he bumped into the filing cabinet, sending it crashing to the ground. The folders inside the open drawer were scattered around.
"You idiot!" Madam yelled, "You'll wake the neighborhood!"
Indeed, some lights were coming on from nearby from houses. It would be only a short time before the police were called.
"We had better take this file and leave..." Madam voice then trailed off. She then picked up a file that had partially fallen open. A picture was partially in view.
"Let's go, Madam!" Boris said, as a police siren was heard in the distance.
But Madam was looking at the picture inside the file. "This is very interesting." She muttered to herself.
"Madam, we have to go!" Boris shouted as the siren grew closer.
"Recognize this man?" Madam said to Boris, shining her flashlight on the picture.
"Yes, but what is he...?
"We'll figure it out later." Madam snapped, as she grabbed Admiral Bloomer's file from Boris and put the other file on top of it. "Don't just stand there, let's go!" She said, pushing Boris to the window they had used to climb inside.
The two spies climbed out the window and ran away, just as the police car pulled up in front.

Madam was silently looking over the second file she had found as Boris drove their car back to their hideout. Finally, Boris could no longer stand the suspense.
"Well, what have you found out?" He demanded.
Madam closed the file and gave her companion an evil smile.
"I think we have here something our superiors will be very interested in." She said, "It contains the answers to a mystery that has bothered them for many years."
Boris waited for her to continue, but Madam just sat back in her seat and continued to smile.

The next morning, the Monkees were at the kitchen table having breakfast. Actually, it was just Davy, Peter and Micky that were eating, while Mike just sat and stirred his cereal.
"Are you ok, Mike?" asked Davy.
Mike didn't answer.
"Earth to Mike," said Micky, snapping his fingers near his band mate’s ear.
Mike then snapped out of his trance and looked at his friends.
"Oh sorry fellas, were you saying something to me?" he asked.
"You're just sitting there, and you haven't touched your food," said Peter, before eating a spoonful of cornflakes.
"I'm not that hungry."
"Are you sick?” asked Davy, “Maybe you're coming down with something, or something you ate."
"Can't be that, I ate Peter's cooking last night too and I feel fine," said Micky.
He then got an elbow in the stomach by Davy.
"I'm not sick, just tired," said Mike.
"Well, you woke up last night with that nightmare you know," said Davy.
"Come to think of it, this has happened the last few nights," said Micky, taking a sip of his glass of OJ.
"I just have a lot on my mind,” said Mike, “We haven't gotten any gigs the last few weeks and money is very tight."

"The parade will take your mind off of things, Mike." Peter said brightly, "We better get going if we're gonna get a good view."
"Yeah, the money will come in somehow." Micky said, finishing his OJ. "You always manage to come through with some cash."
"Alright, let me finish up and we'll go." Mike said, and proceeded to eat his cereal. He still didn't feel like eating, but he didn't want to waste what little food that was left in the pad. Micky was right; he did always come through with some money...he'd have to find a way to make a withdrawal discreetly.

Mike drove the Monkeemobile to downtown LA. He had to park some distance since other cars were there and several streets were already blocked off for the parade route. As the Monkees walked over to the parade route, they fell in with some other people, a man and a woman, going the same way. They were carrying flags and the man had his American Legion cap on.
"Did you read the morning paper, Al?" The woman said, shaking his head, "About the robbery last night?"
"Yeah, who would rob a Veterans’ office?” Al said disgustedly, "I'll bet it was those anti-war hippies." He continued, giving the Monkees an angry glance.
"The…the Veterans' office?" Mike squeaked.
"Yeah, someone broke in and knocked over filing cabinets and the police think some files were stolen." The woman replied.
"That's terrible." Peter said, then looked over at Mike, "Isn't that right, Mike?"
But Mike didn't answer. In fact, he looked as white as a ghost.
"Mike, what's wrong?" Micky asked.
"I'm just shocked that someone would do that to a Veterans' office." Mike said, his voice quiet, "I'm a vet too y'know."
"Oh that's right." Davy said, "You spent a year in the Navy, but was stateside, right?"
"Yeah, let's just find a place to watch." Mike said quickly, leading the way away from the other couple.

Meanwhile, two other figures were making their way to the parade. It was Boris and Madam, decked out in red, white and blue outfits.
"I don't like wearing this stuff." Boris whined.
"Be quiet, Boris." Madam snapped, "We must blend into crowd and what better way than to wear the American colors?"
Actually, Boris and Madam were attracting some stares at their matching patriotic outfits. Soon, they found a curb-side spot and stood there waiting for the parade to begin.
"Keep your eyes open for that man." Madam whispered to Boris, "No doubt he will be here to see his brothers-in-arms."
A few minutes later, a whistle sounded and a great cheer rose from the crowd. The Memorial Day parade was about to begin!
Soon enough, Several rows of uniformed men marched in unison down the street. One man held a flag, and several of the men watching took off their hats.
"Take off your hat, Boris!" Madam told him.
Boris scowled, but did what he was told.
Just then, the Monkees took a spot on the parade route...right across the street from Boris and Madam! However, they were watching the men march by and didn't notice the two spies.
Following the men were several marching bands and floats, commemorating the sacrifices the soldiers had made for their country. A group of Naval veterans marched by and Micky poked Mike in the ribs.
"Recognize anybody, Mike?" He asked.
Mike just shook his head, but he had recognized a few of the men. His gaze focused on the crowd across the street...and to his shock he recognized Boris and Madam standing there, looking at him!
"Guys, look!" Mike shouted, pointing across the street.
But by then another marching band was coming down the street, blocking the view.
"What, Mike?" Davy asked.
The marching band had now passed and the spot where Boris and Madam stood was now empty.
"Nothing, guys." Mike said, swallowing, "I thought I saw someone I had served with, but was I was wrong."

While his band mates enjoyed the parade, all Mike could think about were the two familiar faces that he thought he saw.
Did he really see them, or was it just his mind playing tricks on him?
It was around the time Peter noticed that something was wrong with his friend.
"You ok Mike?" he asked.
"Yeah, said Mike, I just have a headache."
Micky and Davy then turned their heads away from the parade and onto their band mates.
"What's going on?" asked Davy.
"Mike has a headache," said Peter.
"It's nothing I'll be fine," said Mike.
"You said you weren't feeling well this morning,” said Micky, “Maybe we should take you home."
"No, I don't want you guys to miss the rest of the parade then the picnic and fireworks show later at the park, I'll walk home."
"It's ok Mike," said Peter.
"If you don't feel well we understand,” said Davy, “Come on, we'll take you back to the pad."
The guys then managed to squeezed through the crowd of people to the car. Micky climbed into the driver’s seat and drove everyone back to the pad.

When the Monkees arrived home a short time later, Mike headed upstairs.
"You guys mind if I go lay down for awhile?" he said.
"No." said Peter.
"Go ahead," said Davy.
"You can use the rest," said Micky.
"Ok thanks guys," said Mike closing the door to the bedroom.
A few seconds later, the other three Monkees then sat around the kitchen/dining room table.
"You know, I think there's something really wrong with Mike," said Davy.
"Yeah, you're right I don't think he's sick at all," said Micky.
"Then what is it?" asked Peter.
"I don't know mate," said Davy.
"Well, knowing Mike, it may be too personal to talk about," said Micky.
The three then just sat there hoping that they will come up with something to help their friend.

Once in his bedroom, Mike walked over to his bed. Instead of laying down however, he pulled out an old footlocker from underneath it. Mike opened the footlocker and reached down underneath some old clothes. A few seconds later, mike gently pulled up a box. Setting himself and the box down on the bed, Mike opened the box and pulled out a medal. Then he pulled out an old black and white photo of himself and some of his ship mates, gathered around the front of a Navy jet.
Mike smiled at the picture, then closed his eyes, thinking back to those days. It was a very exciting...and dangerous...time of his life.
Then 'it' happened.
Mike opened his eyes and thought back to when his life changed forever. That day would haunt him forever. He sighed and looked at the picture once again. With that picture, Mike could still believe everything was okay.
After a long time, Mike put the medal and the picture back in its box and the box back in his footlocker. Once the footlocker was back in place, Mike sat on the floor with his back against his bed and allowed a few tears to fall down his face.

Meanwhile, in another part of town, Boris and Madam, now dressed in 'regular' clothing, walked into the China Boy restaurant. Without a word, they slowly made their way to a back booth and joined another man with a menu in front of his face. When Boris and Madam had settled down, the man across from them slowly brought his menu down and placed it on the table. He was an older Chinese man with a mustache and goatee and wore a red jacket with dragons embroidered around it.
"You are right on time." He said in clipped English.
"Thank you for meeting us on such short notice, Dragonman." Madam said.
Dragonman smiled and nodded in acknowledgment. "The information you sent me last night was of great interest to our superiors."
A waiter then brought over three bowls of noodles.
"I took the liberty of ordering for us." He said, "Try them, they are quite good." Boris and Madam fumbled with their chopsticks, while Dragonman ate with ease. As they ate, Dragonman continued talking.
"Do you have any more information for me?" He asked.
Madam nudged Boris and he handed over some photographs.
"We took them this morning." Boris said, his mouth full of noodles.
Dragonman quickly scanned the pictures. They were of Mike, Micky, Peter and Davy. The Chinaman face turned into a scowl.
"What is wrong?" Madam asked.
"The man with the wool hat is the same man found in the files you gave me last night." Dragonman replied, "I also well know his companions."
"You do?" Boris asked.
"They stopped my plans for the Doomsday bug." Dragonman said coldly, "The blond one, Peter, he intercepted a part of the code hidden in a fortune cookie. Now they must pay for the harm they have done."
"So what do you want us to do now?" Madam asked, wiping her mouth with a napkin.
"I want you two to continue following them." Dragonman replied, pulling out a pen and writing something down on a napkin. "These men still live at the same address when I last encountered them." He handed the napkin to Madam. "Our superiors want the man with the wool hat alive...he is to be brought back to China to answer for his war crimes."
"We will get him, Dragonman." Boris promised.
"I will send others to aid you. If you can't get him, grab his three friends." Dragonman replied, "My experience with them has shown that they will come to another's aid...and I have my own score to settle with them." He then got up, bowed and left the restaurant.

Back at the pad, Mike was awakened by his friends knocking on his bedroom door.
"Mike, are you okay?" Micky called out.
"I'm fine, come on in." Mike replied.
Micky, Peter and Davy came inside.
"You feeling okay, Mike?" Peter asked, "You've been up here for awhile and its getting dark."
"I'm fine, my headache is gone." Mike said.
"What's really wrong, Mike?" Davy asked, "You haven't been yourself recently. Is it because it's Memorial Day?"
"Yeah, are you thinking about your Navy buddies?" Peter put in. "You miss those days?"
Mike nodded his head. "Every Memorial Day makes me a little sad." He said, "But this year...I dunno, it just hurts more."
"Well, you can always talk to us, Mike." Micky said, patting his friend on the shoulder.
"If you're feeling better, do you want to go see the fireworks tonight?" Peter asked hopefully.
"No, but you three go on ahead." Mike insisted, "I've never been interested in fireworks."
"But they're so pretty!" Peter exclaimed.
"I know." Mike laughed, "But you three go on ahead, I'll be fine."
"Are you sure?" Davy asked.
"Yes, now go and get yourselves a good viewing spot." Mike said, gently pushing his friends out the door.
Finally, Micky, Peter and Davy left the pad for the park to see the fireworks. Mike wished he could've gone along, but seeing Boris and Madam today worried him. The Veteran's office being robbed and then seeing those two spies made him wonder if they were responsible.
Mike had more to worry about, given his military record. If what he had done ever came to light...it could put his friends in danger. That was why he seldom spoke about his time in the Navy. The less his friends and family knew, the better.
Mike went downstairs, and after making sure all the doors and windows were securely locked, he closed the curtains and sat down to watch TV.

Micky, Peter and Davy got to the park, just as the sun was about to set.
"Looks like we got here just in time for the show," said Davy.
"Yeah, but I wish Mike came with us," said Peter.
"Me to, but he told us he's not into fireworks, plus I think he still feels bad from earlier," said Micky.
"Come on, let's go find a good spot to see the show," said Davy.
Before picking the perfect spot to sit, the three went to a snack stand where Peter got an ice-cream cone, while Davy and Micky each got a flavored soda. They then choose to sit by some trees.
Once the sun went down, the fireworks began.
All the people in the park went oh and ah over the amazing displays in the skies.
"I really wish Mike was here to see this," said Peter, eating some of his ice-cream.
"Cheer up Peter, I'm sure Mike will be ok," said Davy.
"Davy's right," said Micky, finishing his orange soda, “I’m going to throw this empty bottle away."
"Do you mind throwing out mine while you do that?" Davy asked, handing Micky an empty bottle that his cherry soda was in.
"Not at all since you handed me the bottle."
As Micky was walking over to a trash can, he couldn't help but have this feeling he was being watched.
He looked around, but couldn't find anything or anyone around. Shrugging off his uneasy feeling, Micky took his trash to the nearest trash can. The nearest trash can was some distance behind the spectators, near a grove of trees. Close by was a public works truck.
Micky opened the trash can flap...and a hand holding a small silver pin flashed out, scratching the top of Micky's hand!
"What the...?" Micky said, jumping back and dropping his trash.
Micky looked around to see if maybe he was on Candid Camera, when he suddenly began to feel dizzy. The world spun around him and he began to fall...right into Boris' arms. Boris easily picked Micky up and carried him over to the truck, where Chinese men dressed as park employees jumped out and opened the back doors for him. The spy placed Micky inside the truck and the other men closed the doors.

Meanwhile, Peter and Davy were wondering what had happened to Micky.
"Do you suppose he lost his way coming back over here?" Davy wondered, "It is rather dark."
"Naw, he'll be okay." Peter replied, looking up at the fireworks.
"I'm gonna go look anyway." Davy said, getting up off the ground and walking away.
"Wait, don't leave me here in the dark by myself!" Peter exclaimed, getting up and running after his friend.
It didn't take long for the two Monkees to find the trash can and notice the garbage around it.
"Look at that." Peter said, shaking his head, "A trash can right here and people still throw their garbage on the ground." He picked up the two bottles Micky was trying to throw away.
"Wait, Peter." Davy replied, "Those look like the bottles Micky was trying to throw away."
"Why would Micky throw them on the ground instead of putting them in the trash?" Peter said, opening the trash can flap.
Once again, a hand shot out of the can and scratched Peter on the back of his hand.
"Hey!" Peter shouted, dropping the bottles. "Davy, the trash can scratched me!"
Davy stood there open-mouthed as he had seen the whole thing. Suddenly, Peter began to wobble.
"Peter, what's wrong?" Davy shouted, grabbing his friend.
"Dizzy..." Peter whispered as he sank to the ground.
"Hey, somebody help!" Davy shouted behind him to the crowd, but the loud fireworks drowned out his voice.
Just then, a handkerchief-covered hand closed over Davy's face. Davy could smell a foul odor coming from the cloth and within seconds, he lost consciousness.
When Davy was out, Madam climbed out of the trash can.
"Good work, Boris." She smiled, "Let's get back to Dragonman."
Boris picked up Davy while two Chinese men ran over and picked up Peter. The two Monkees quickly joined their band mate inside the back of the truck, followed by the two chinese. The whole incident was unheard and unseen by the crowd, who was just starting to leave.
Boris and Madam climbed into the front of the truck and Boris drove away. He wrinkled his nose, looked over at Madam and then opened his window.
"Just drive, Boris." Madam snapped, hoping Dragonman's hideout had a shower so she could wash.

Mike was dozing in front of the TV when the telephone rang. Immediately Mike had the feeling something was wrong. It was much too late for a social call. Even Davy's girlfriends didn't call this late.
He got up off the couch and answered the phone on the third ring.
"Hello?" Mike asked.
"Good evening, Mr. Nesmith, or should I say Mr. Blessing?" The caller replied, in a clipped Chinese accent.
"Who...who is this?" Mike demanded, though he had a very good idea, "What do you want?"
"I think your three friends have something to say first." The man replied.
Over the phone, Mike could here Micky, Peter and Davy shouting to him a short distance away.
"Mike, it's Dragonman and Boris and Madam!" Micky shouted
"Don't help them!" Peter cried out.
"Get help Mike!" Davy shouted too.
"As you can hear, Mr. Nesmith, I have your friends." Dragonman said.
"If you hurt them..." Mike growled.
"Meet me at the China Boy restaurant in one hour." Dragonman interrupted, "Come through the back entrance and come alone...or else." The line went dead.
Mike didn't need to be told what 'or else' meant. His eyes narrowing in rage, Mike picked up the phone and threw it to the floor. He then charged back upstairs to the secret box in his room. There was another object inside it that he would need before he met Dragonman.

Dragonman placed the receiver back on its cradle and handed the phone to Madam, who placed it on the table next to her. She and Boris were standing on either side of Dragonman, who then turned to his captives.
"Your friend will be here soon." He chuckled.
Micky, Peter and Davy were kneeling in front of Dragonman, their hands tied behind their backs. Chang and Toto, Dragonman's henchmen, were standing on either side of them, guns in their hands. The two other chinese men who had helped Boris and Madam were standing against the far wall.
"What's this all about, Dragonman?" Micky asked.
"What do you want with Mike?" Davy asked.
"You're still not sore about that Doomsday Bug incident are you?" Peter asked.
"It is that and much more." Dragonman smiled, "Your friend was very naughty."
The three Monkees looked at each other.
"What did Mike do?" Micky asked.
"You mean you do not know?" Boris asked back.
Micky, Peter and Davy shook their heads no.
"Perhaps we should tell them?" Madam asked Dragonman.
"I will tell them." Dragonman put in, "After their friend arrives. But now it is time for them to pay for what they have done to me."
"What are you going to do?" Micky asked, shrinking back from the chinese spy. He and Peter had been captives of Dragonman before and they were not treated well. "Are you going to give us the Chinese ice torture?"
Dragonman didn't answer Micky. He just walked around behind the three Monkees and nodded to the two men standing by the far wall. Chang and Toto moved away too, putting their guns inside their belts.
The captives looked at Boris and Madam for some sign as to what was going on, but they were coolly watching Dragonman, Chang and Toto take something from the other two men.
Micky, Peter and Davy turned to look behind them to see Dragonman, Chang and Toto walking up to them, holding bamboo canes.
"What are we going to do?" Dragonman sneered, "We are going to do this!"
With that, Dragonman, Chang and Toto began to cane Micky, Peter and Davy across their backs. The three men howled in pain, but the three Chinese men did not let up. Boris and Madam gulped and looked at each other. They had no love for the three Monkees either, but were still taken aback by Dragonman's cruelty.
"Enough!" Dragonman ordered after several minutes.
Chang and Toto stopped the caning and looked down at the three Monkees, now lying on the floor moaning in pain.
"What now, master?" Chang asked.
"It's time they took a dip while we wait for their friend." Dragonman answered, then looked at the other two men. "Get the vat ready."
Chang and Toto stood Micky, Peter and Davy up, forced them to stand back to back and wrapped a rope around them. The rope was attached to a pulley and the three men were hauled up into the air and the rope tied to a pillar. The other two men pushed a large cooking vat filled with water under them and lit the fire underneath it.
"What are you going to do now, Dragonman?" Madam asked.
"If their friend does not come soon, they will be boiled Monkees." Dragonman smiled.
"Mike will come, and you'll be sorry." Davy said. "He'll have the police with him."
"You had better hope not." Dragonman replied. he lit a candle and placed it by the rope holding the three Monkees over the vat. "The candle will burn down and the flame will hit the rope, the rope will quickly sever and drop you three to a painful death. If your friend comes, you will be set down and we will all have a talk about the past." He looked at his watch. "Your friend has forty-five minutes to save you.”
Dragonman and the others then calmly took seats and waited for Mike. Chang and Toto took turns keeping the flame going underneath the vat of hot water, chuckling at their captives' discomfort.
Micky, Peter and Davy, with their sore backs and the hot steam rising around them, were miserable. Their clothes were soaking wet and their hair was plastered to their heads.
"Not much longer, gentlemen." Dragonman called up to them, "Your friend had better come soon."
Just then, the back door opened and Mike walked in, alone.
"Ah, Mr. Nesmith." Dragonman said, rising from his chair, "You have come just in time."
"Mike, help." Peter weakly called out. Mike looked up at his friends in shock.
"What are you doing to them?" Mike demanded of Dragonman.
"Preparing boiled Monkees." Dragonman laughed.
Suddenly Micky, Mike and Davy dropped several inches. The rope holding them up had caught on fire!
Instantly Mike sprang over to the rope and grabbed it just as the flame tore it in two. He then pulled his friends back up and finally managed to maneuver them to the side of the vat and gently lower them to the ground. No one made a move to help him.
Mike untied the rope around his friends and untied their hands.
"I am so sorry about this, fellas." Mike told them.
The other three didn't answer him, they just sat leaning against each other, their eyes closed. Mike stood up and advanced on Dragonman, only to be stopped by Boris and Madam's guns.
"Search him." Dragonman ordered his henchmen.
Chang and Toto frisked Mike and stepped back, nodded that Mike had no weapons on him. Only then did Dragonman walk over.
"So you are one of the war criminals my superiors have been seeking." He said.
"Mike's not a war criminal." Peter said, his eyes open and looking at the Chinese spy. "He was in the Navy."
"But it is what he did in your American Navy that made him a criminal." Madam said.
"Well you have me, now let my friends go." Mike cut in. "They know nothing about what I did."
"I never said anything about letting your friends go, Mr. Nesmith." Dragonman said coolly. "In fact I'm sure they would like to hear all about your secret missions to Vietnam, how you destroyed villages all in the name of the United States."
"Mike couldn't have done that!" Micky said this time, "He was only in the Navy for a year!"
"My men and I NEVER hit civilian targets!" Mike shouted over Micky at Dragonman.
Micky, Peter and Davy looked up at Mike in total shock.
"Your men, Mike?" Davy asked, "What's going on?"
Mike rubbed his temples and looked at his friends.
"I was in command of a secret fighter squadron that hit military targets inside Vietnam." Mike said, "Ammo dumps, fuel tanks and such, but never civilian targets." He glared at Dragonman who glared back.
"But at the time, America was not 'officially' involved in Vietnam yet," Dragonman thundered, "No official word of hostilities. So he and his men are criminals...and this criminal." Dragonman pointed at Mike, "Will be sent back to China to face trial and execution for his crimes!"
"You'll take me to China over my dead body." Mike stated.
"That can be easily arranged, Mr. Nesmith." Dragonman smiled, "But it would be better if you were kept alive to tell my superiors the names of your fellow criminals."
"For the last time, we're not criminals." Mike replied. "Our activities were done while the U.S. was officially involved, but before the ground troops were sent in." He folded his arms, "I think what's bothering your superiors is that my little squadron took out a lot of military targets, including the secret headquarters of General Wang Chung Foo."
"You attacked his headquarters and killed him!" Dragonman shouted
"Who's General Foo?" Peter asked.
"A Chinese man considered by the U.S. to be the architect of the north's early invasion plans." Mike replied, "He was a brilliant strategist and so we were ordered to take out his HQ. We were never told whether he had been killed or not."
"General Foo was also my brother!" Dragonman stepped up to Mike and backhanded him across the face.
Mike rubbed his cheek, surprised at the strength of the older man. His face also paled slightly, now knowing Dragonman had a personal stake in this affair. "I should kill the four of you slowly to avenge my brother." Dragonman said to the Monkees, "But I will put the party's affairs ahead of my own. It is only Mr. Nesmith that we want. I will offer you other three the chance to escape with your lives."
"We're staying with Mike." Micky said.
"Bring them." Dragonman said, walking toward another door.
Boris, Madam, Chang and Toto pulled Micky, Peter and Davy to their feet and forced all four Monkees after Dragonman. They went through the door and into Dragonman's office, where there were four doors on one side of the room. Madam however, was not prepared to let the other Monkees get away.

"What about the microfilm they switched on us?" She demanded, referring to the time she and Boris had hidden microfilm in a pair of maracas. "They should pay for that."
"That was your failure." Dragonman said coolly. "Consider yourselves lucky to be alive." He then turned to Micky, Peter and Davy. "Behold, there are four doors here. One of which leads to freedom. One has a man-eating tiger behind it, another has sharp spikes that will fall on you."
"What about the fourth door?" Davy asked. That door had an 'out of order' sign tacked to it.
"It is under repair." Dragonman replied. "Now, each of you three may choose a door, guaranteeing at least one of you will live, or all three of you may choose one door. The decision is yours. You have one minute to decide."

"So what door do we take?" Micky asked, frantically looking at the three doors.
"Maybe the right one?" Peter said.
"No, we should take the left one." Davy added.
"Choose already!" Boris yelled, grabbing Davy by the neck and shaking him.
"Leave him alone!" Mike snapped, knocking Boris' hand away, "I'll choose the door for them."
Mike calmly walked over to the four doors and stood by the far right door and the 'out of order' door.
"They will take...THIS door!" Mike exclaimed, throwing open the 'out of order' door. He looked inside expectantly.
Madam laughed, "That door is out of order, fool! It does not work!"
"Really, Madam Olinsky?" Mike smiled, "Why don't you come take a look?"
Just as Madam began to walk over, several armed men in suits burst through the door! Leading the way was Agent Modell of the C.I.S!
"Hands up, you're all under arrest!" He shouted.
Chang, Toto and the two other Chinese men gave up without a fight, but Dragonman, Boris and Madam karate-chopped the C.I.S agents near them and ran toward the back door! Mike took off in pursuit. Dragonman slammed the door in Mike's face, but Mike wrenched it open...just in time to see Boris use his enormous strength to knock over the vat of hot water!
The hot water rushed like a flood toward Mike, who jumped back into the room and slammed the door again before the hot water could come through. Water began to seep under the bottom of the door. Without a word, Mike ran across the office and through the door the C.I.S agents had come through.
"Wait for us, Mike!" Micky shouted as he, Peter and Davy ran after him.
"Stop, it's too dangerous!" Modell shouted at them, but the Monkees were gone.

The four Monkees ran down a long, dark passageway and through a door. They found themselves in the back room of the building next to the China Boy restaurant. Hearing a commotion, they ran to the back door and out into the alley.
There they found several C.I.S. agents lying on the ground and Boris with his beefy arm around Inspector Blount's neck! Madam and Dragonman were with him as Boris began to drag the helpless inspector down the alley.
"Hold it, Dragonman!" Mike shouted.
The three spies turned and Madam pulled out a pistol.
"You hold it, fool!" She shouted, "We're leaving and taking the inspector with us!"
"Our superiors will be quite interested in the knowledge he has." Dragonman smiled.
They began to back away from the Monkees when Boris' foot slipped on an empty bottle. He lost his balance and fell backwards, taking Madam and Inspector Blount with him. They crashed into a row of empty trash cans. Inspector Blount grabbed a trash can lid and hit Boris and Madam over the head. They instantly lost consciousness.
With a snarl, Dragonman pulled a long knife with a wavy blade out of his sleeve and began to advance on the Monkees.
"You've been a thorn in my side long enough." He said.
Micky, Peter and Davy shrank back, but Mike quickly pulled off his wool hat, took out a small, snub-nosed gun, and extending his arm, aimed it right at Dragonman's head. The Chinaman stopped dead in his tracks, his eyes growing wide at the gun pointed just inches from his forehead.
"What...how?" Dragonman stuttered.
"You should teach your lackeys how to frisk a man better." Mike said.
"You cannot kill me." Dragonman taunted, "You're too good, always doing the honorable thing."
"Why shouldn't I?" Mike asked, "You've hurt my friends not once, but twice now. But like you said, I always do the honorable thing. I'll let the C.I.S. deal with you. Now drop your knife and raise your hands."
Dragonman still stared defiantly at Mike, weighing his options, but Mike made the decision for him. He clicked the hammer back on his gun.
"Drop your knife, Dragonman. I won't ask so nicely next time."
Seeing the look in Mike's eyes, Dragonman finally admitted defeat. He dropped his knife to the ground and raised his hands into the air.
"I'll get my revenge on you and your friends someday, Mr. Nesmith." Dragonman said, "Someday when you least expect it."
"That day will be a long time in coming, Dragonman." Inspector Blount said from behind him, "Especially where you'll be going this time." The inspector grabbed Dragonman's hands and cuffed them behind his back. Just then, Agent Modell came outside, followed by his men.
"Took you long enough." The inspector snapped at him. "Round these characters up and let's get going."
Mike finally lowered his arm and let it dangle at his side. His friends came up to him.
"Are you okay, Mike?" Micky asked.
"Yeah," Mike said quietly, "I'm just glad I didn't have to fire this gun, I couldn't find any bullets." He let it drop to the ground, where it discharged. Everyone jumped in shock. Then, the Monkees began to laugh, embracing in a group hug. Inspector Blount came over to them.
"Once again, this country owes you boys a great debt." He said.
"It's Mike who's the hero." Peter said, "I didn't know he was so brave."
"I just didn't want the three of you to pay for what I did all those years ago." Mike replied.
"You three don't look so good." Blount said, "I better have you sent to the hospital for a checkup."
So Dragonman, Boris, Madam and the others were taken away in unmarked cars. Micky, Peter and Davy were taken to the hospital to treat their backs. Mike paused and picked up his gun. He debated whether or not to toss it, but decided to keep it...just in case.

Several hours later, Mike drove his friends home from the emergency room. Micky, Peter and Davy were treated for their sore backs and for dehydration and were told to sleep on their stomachs for a few days.
"Mike?" Davy asked.
"Yeah, Davy?" Mike replied.
"Thanks for coming after us." Davy said, "But you're still have a lot of explaining to do!"
Mike gave his friends a tired smile. "I know. In the morning, I'll give you three the full story."

The next morning, after a fitful night's sleep, Micky, Peter and Davy woke to find Mike had already made breakfast for them. After they had eaten, Mike took the anti-biotic cream the doctor in the ER had given him.
"Take your shirts off, I'll put this stuff on you guys." He said.
"No we're okay, Mike." Davy said, wincing as he moved.
But Mike insisted, and his friends did what they were told. Mike was torn between crying and screaming in rage as he looked at the welts. He apologized over and over again as he gently rubbed the cream onto their backs.
"It's okay, Mike." Peter said, "Don't beat yourself up over it."
When Mike was done, he went upstairs to wash his hands. He was gone a long time. When he came back down, Micky, Peter and Davy could see that Mike's eyes were red. He had his secret box in his hands.
"Let's go onto the beach." He said, "I've got a lot of explaining to do."
The guys got some glasses of lemonade and went out the back door to the beach. Once there, they picked a secluded spot near some rocks and settled down. No one said a word as Mike prepared to speak.
"I guess I'll start at the beginning." He said after several seconds, "When I graduated from high school, I was still 17 and looking around for something to do." Mike said, "College was out of the question, couldn't afford it anyway. I was already playing guitar in coffee houses and such, but that wasn't too exciting. One day I saw a poster for the Air Force, so I decided to enlist."
"What did your Mom say about that?" Micky asked.
"She was against it." Mike said flatly, "So I ran off one night and enlisted in the Air Force, lying about my age. When I was at basic training I sent my Mom a letter telling her where I was." Mike sighed, then said, "Sure enough, a few days later, my Mom shows up at the training camp with my birth certificate and my Aunt Kate. I tried to explain to them and my commanding officer that I would be 18 in only a few more months, but they would have none of it and I had to go home. Driving back, my Mom and Aunt would take turns; one would drive while the other would beat me."
The other three Monkees laughed at that while Mike took a sip of his lemonade.
"Well..." Mike said when the other three had calmed down, "I had a taste of the military and I wanted more. A few weeks later, I stole off again in the night and joined the Navy. I lied about my age...and my last name. Blessing sounded like a nice name so I took that one. When I wrote my Mom again, she no doubt looked for Michael Nesmith, but I wasn't there. It was only after I turned 18 did I tell her and my CO what I had done."
"Why was your Mom so against you joining the military?" Peter asked this time, "I thought she would be proud of you."
"My Dad was in the Army during World War Two." Mike replied, "He was somewhere in Europe when I was born. When he returned home, my Mom said he was a changed man...and not for the better. Either he had done something or seen something during the war that affected him greatly. It wasn't long after he came home that my Mom filed for divorce."
"That's a shame." Davy said, shaking his head.
"I can understand why she felt the way that she did." Mike said, "But I needed to find my own way. Anyway, after basic training, I took some aptitude tests and was accepted for possible flight training. More physical tests followed, like being spun around in a circle to simulate G forces. To my great surprise, I passed and found myself in a classroom again, but this time learning about flight."
Micky, Peter and Davy sat quietly and hung onto every word Mike was saying, totally surprised at the story.
"Eventually, I shipped off on the U.S.S. George Washington, bound for the south Pacific. It was there that me and a few other men were quietly gathered for a secret meeting."
"Secret meeting?" Peter asked.
"Shhh!" Davy said.
"It seems that a few other men and myself had scored high enough and showed high promise to do 'special missions' for the Navy." Mike said. "The situation in Vietnam was worsening by the day, the North Vietnamese were attacking the southern forces. Officially the U.S. was only there in an advisory capacity, but someone, perhaps Kennedy, decided the south need a little help. Our job would be to perform air strikes on North Vietnamese targets, to slow them down, and give the south a chance to fight back." Mike gave his friends a rueful smile.
"Looking back now, it didn't seem to help." He said, "American combat troops were eventually sent in and now we're in a war we can't get out of."
"So, what did you guys call yourselves?" Micky asked.
"We were called the Black Knights." Mike replied, "I was put in command. I also ended up with the nickname 'Papa Nez', since I looked after the other men."
"What targets did you hit?" Peter asked.
"Ammo dumps, bridges, airbases, whatever we were told to take out. Everything was done at night. Our planes were painted black and made of a mishmash of different parts so in case one of us was shot down, they wouldn't be able to tell what country it was by the fuselage." Mike then opened up his secret box and pulled out the small gun once again. His band mates pulled back a bit.
"Don't worry." Mike chuckled, "I made sure it wasn't loaded this time. Every man in my squadron were given a gun like this to use on ourselves in case we were shot down. We weren't to be taken alive."
Nobody said anything as the Monkees passed the gun around. Mike took it back from Davy and put it back in its box.
"Must've been very secret work." Davy said quietly.
"Yes, nobody was to know what we were doing." Mike replied, "If what we were doing became known, it would've brought not only our enemies but likely our allies down on us as well."
"How did this all end?" Micky asked, "Why didn't you stay in the Navy?"
"In my opinion, the end started when we attacked the headquarters of General Wang Chung Foo...Dragonman's brother." Mike said, "General Ho was supposed to have been a brilliant general and strategist. Killing or wounding him would hurt the north and set their plans back by months if not years...or so we were told. After that raid, we found things to be very different."
"How so?" Peter asked.
"We found ourselves under more and more heavy fire." Mike replied, "Enemy planes would come after us quicker. It was like we had stirred up a hornet's nest. No longer were we considered just a nuisance, but a serious threat and we were treated as such. There were a few close calls, with my wings getting shot up, but we all came back after each mission, until..." Mike went silent and stared at the sand for a long time.
"You don't have to finish if it's too painful to talk about, Mike." Micky said, putting a hand on Mike's shoulder.
"No, I want to finish this. I need to talk about it. Not even my Mom, Aunt Kate, Lucy or Sam know about what I did." Mike said, then took a deep breath, "One night, our luck ran out. Either the North had guessed where we were going to hit next, or they had laid a trap for us. Almost without warning we were surrounded by enemy fighters. We scrambled, started to head back, but they were right behind us. Suddenly, my wingman called out, 'I'm hit!' and that was the last I ever heard of him. Probably took the hit for me." Mike squeezed his eyes shut to stop the tears that threatened to fall. Micky, Peter and Davy gathered around Mike for support. Finally he opened his eyes and looked at his friends.
"My wingman's nickname was Babs." Mike said.
"That's who you were calling out to?" Micky asked, "Babs was a guy?"
"Yeah, he was." Mike confirmed, "I just hope he was killed. I don't want to think what would've happened had he lived." He pulled a photograph out of his box. It was a picture of Mike and his squadron friends standing in front of a Navy jet. Next to Mike was a young man about Mike's age who looked rather familiar to the other three Monkees.
"That man," Mike said, pointing to the man next to him in the photo, "Was my wingman Babs. His real name was Henry Babbitt Jr."
There was a profound silence after Mike's announcement. Micky, Peter and Davy's jaws dropped open as they looked at the photo and then at their landlord Mr. Babbitt's house.
"Yes, the very same son of our lovable landlord." Mike said quietly, "Believe it or not, Mr. Babbitt wasn't always the kind person we now know. Babs told me his Mom died giving birth to him, and that he and his father were pretty close. Then Babs was shot down..."
"Oh my..." Peter whispered.
"Yeah, well...I've always tried to be nice to Mr. Babbitt, knowing the pain he's had in his life." Mike said, "It hasn't been easy."
The other three Monkees nodded in understanding. They silently resolved to be nicer to Mr. Babbitt in the future.
"So then what happened?" Davy said after several minutes. "Did anyone look for Babs?"
"Yes, but didn't find either him or his plane. Our squadron and our mission had now been compromised. We were disbanded and I was offered a chance to join another group. I refused. When Babs got shot down, the adventure ended for me. I no longer thought war was a game, I saw that people died, no second chances like in the movies. When it came time for me to re-enlist, I called it quits. I now had some idea of what my father must've gone through and I wanted out. Before I left though, I was given this medal." Mike pulled out a silver medal from his box and showed it to his friends. "I thought of refusing it, but the other guys in my squadron urged me to take it because Babs would've wanted it that way." Mike put the medal back in its box.
"I was also given a small pension for my service. Everything was to be kept secret, and it was until Boris and Madam had to rob the Veteran's office. My pension was sent to a bank account under the name of Michael Blessing, so it couldn't be traced." Mike said. "That's how I'm able to come up with the extra money we need every so often." Mike got up and stretched.
"That's the whole story." Mike said, "I just want to apologize again. I couldn't tell anyone what I did until now."
"Wait, Mike." Davy said, "How did you know what door to open to let the C.I.S. men in?"
"After we had tangled with Dragonman the first time, I decided to explore where the doors led to. Door number four led to the back room of the next door building, so I was able to tell the C.I.S. which one to use."
"Clever." Micky said approvingly. He and the other two Monkees stood up as well.
"I'm going to go see Mr. Babbitt now." Mike said, "He needs to know the truth about his son. The Navy told him his plane had crashed into the ocean and never recovered." Mike began to walk away.
"Mike." Peter said.
Mike turned to Peter. "Yeah, Peter?"
Peter, Micky and Davy came over and gave Mike a big hug that lasted a long time. Wiping a tear away, Mike went back into the pad, and then over to Mr. Babbitt's house. He knocked on the door and Mr. Babbitt answered it.
"What do you want?" Babbitt demanded, "If you want an extension for the rent, forget it!"
"No, Mr. Babbitt," Mike said, "I'm here to talk to you about your son."
"What do you know about my son?" Babbitt yelled, getting red in the face.
Mike held up the photo of him, Babs and the other men in Mike's squadron.
"He and I served together, Mr. Babbitt." Mike said, "I'd like to tell you what we did...and how he died."
Babbitt looked back and forth from the photo to Mike and back again, unable to believe the man next to his son in the photo was the same man standing in front of him.
"Can I come in?" Mike asked.
Wordlessly, Babbitt stepped aside and let Mike come into his house.


THE END

"Baby You're A Rich Man"

By: Mickys411 and Lisa      Rated G

It was another typical day for the Monkees.
After a day of practicing for an up-coming gig, the guys then did their own thing.
Davy went out for a drive and to pick up a new shirt at one of the local stores, meanwhile the others hung out at the pad.
Mike was trying to decide whether to eat his ham sandwich or tune his guitar, Peter was writing a letter to his family in CT, and Micky was attempting to fix a few broken plates with the help of some super glue.
"Ok fellas, I think I got these plates all fixed up almost good as new," he said, just as he was gluing the last piece of the plate on.
He then carefully held it up to show his band mates.
"He it does look better," said Peter.
But the mood changed when the plate fell apart to the ground, with Micky holding the one piece.
"Good as new huh?" asked Mike.
"Well I said almost," Micky correcting him.
Just then, Davy walked through the front door.
"Hey fellas," he said in an extremely happy tone of voice.
The guys turned to their friend, and they knew, and weren’t one bit surprised at all.
Not only did they hear it in the tone of Davy's voice, but they also saw the stars in his eyes, the way he walked as if he were walking on air.
Indeed, Davy had once again fallen in love.
"What's her name?" asked Micky.
"Kendra," Davy answered back.
"Where did you meet her?" Mike asked.
"At the department store.
I was leaving after paying for my new shirt when I saw this person come by the door, holding armfuls of bags, so like a gentleman I held the door opened for them."
As soon as I heard a voice say thank you, I knew it was a girl.
I then helped her to her car and when she placed her bags in the car, I was able to get a better look at her. And I saw her, long blonde hair, sparkling emerald green eyes, and dressed like a princess."
"So what does she do for a living?" asked Peter.
"She a buyer for the department store," Davy answered.
"She gets pay for shopping?"
"In a way yes, she helps customers pick out items as gifts or shops for people who don't have time to get to the store."
"Oh I understand now," said Peter, who was still a bit confused.
"She told me she only got the job because he Father owns the department store, she really wants to study teaching, but she has the job in the meanwhile to pay for schooling.
She told her parents she wants to pay for school on her own."
"And you told her you we're a musician?" asked Mike.
"Not exactly just a musician."
"What did you tell her?"
"I told her I was a wealthy musician; Davy answered with a guilty look on his face.
"Aww man, here we go again," said Micky.
"Let me guess the rest." Mike said, folding his arms, "You invited her to the pad for dinner and you want us to pretend we're your servants."
"Well..." Davy said, looking at the floor, "You did it for my grandfather."
"That was your grandfather." Peter stated, "He came over here unexpectedly, but this time you invited her."
"What could I say?" Davy asked, "Kendra's high class and she wouldn't have bothered with me if she knew I was poor."
"Do you know that for sure?" Micky asked.
Davy shook his head. "No, I don't."
"What time is she coming over?" Mike said with a sigh.
"Seven O’clock." Davy replied, "Does this mean you'll do it?"
"Yes, but on one condition." Mike said.
"What's that?" Davy asked.
"That you tell Kendra the truth about you...tonight!" Mike said, pointing a finger at Davy.
"Agreed." Davy said.

Davy was quite glad that his band mates decided to help him, despite the fact it was going to be like re-living what happened when Davy's Grandfather came to visit.
Mike was once again the cook, as Peter was the butler, and Micky once again had to be Davy's personal driver.
Around six, Davy, who was wearing a navy blue suit spoke of his plan to the guys, who were dressed in uniform like.
Peter was wearing a grey suit with white gloves on his hands, as was Micky but his suit was black and he had a cap on his head, while Mike was in dark slacks, a white shirt and matching chef's hat.
The guys decided to use some old costumes and the Monkeemobile, due to the fact that they got into a lot of hot water for taking uniforms and other people's cars.
"Ok Peter, you're going to try to tidy up the house while Mike cooks the meal," he said.
"Why do I have to clean up?" Peter complained.
"Because you're the butler, and Mike's the chef," Davy answered.
"Oh yeah, I forgot."
"The meanwhile, Micky is going to drive me up to Kendra's home."
"Ok then,” said Mike, “And remember to tell her the truth."
"I'll tell her over dinner."
And with that Micky and Davy took off, while Peter got the pad ready and Mike began the cooking.

As Micky drove to Kendra's house, Davy looked out the window and a piece of paper that Kendra gave him with her address on it.
"This is it," said Davy.
Micky stopped the car in front of a house that was about three stories tall.
"Wow, I bet we can fit the entire pad on the first floor alone," he said.
"Now not a word to Kendra about what we really are," said Davy.
"I think the guys will be careful on what to say, it's you who should be careful," said Micky.
Davy then got out of the car and went up to the front door. He rang the bell and the door slowly opened.
Kendra didn't come to the door, but there stood a middle-aged man, wearing a black suit.
"Can I help you sir?" the man asked Davy.
"Good evening, I'm hear to pick up Kendra for a date, is she here?" said Davy.
The man turned his head and called, “Ms. Alexander, there's a young man to see you."
Kendra, wearing a yellow dress then came to the door, turned to the man and said, “Thank you Joseph, I'll see you later tonight."
"Very well miss," said Joseph, holding the door open for her to leave.
"Good evening Kendra, you look lovely," said Davy.
"Thank you Davy and you look quite handsome, said Kendra, I hope Joseph didn't give you any trouble."
"No he didn't."
Davy then took her hand and led her to the car. Luckily, Micky parked it in a way that she couldn't see the name Monkees painted on the one side.
Davy opened the door and Kendra and he climbed inside.
"Good evening Madam, do please forgive the car, the limo is in the shop and this is a cheap loaner," said Micky in a fake British accent.
"Kendra, this is Dolenz, my personal driver, said Davy, indicating Micky.
"Please to meet you sir," said Kendra.
"Oh yes you too, my young lady jolly good," said Micky.
"Home now Dolenz, please do watch the pot holes and try not to go too fast," said Davy.
Micky muttered something under his breath quiet enough for Davy and Kendra not to hear, and headed back to the pad.

Micky slowly drove the Monkeemobile back to the pad and into the driveway. He then rushed over to the passenger side door and let Kendra and Davy out. Nodding to Micky, Davy walked Kendra to the door, where Peter opened it.
"Good evening and welcome." Peter said in a posh tone of voice.
"Good evening." Kendra said as she and Davy walked into the pad.
"Is dinner ready, Tork?" Davy asked.
"I believe so, Mr. Jones." Peter replied as he shut the door in Micky's face, "I will check with the cook."
Micky let himself into the pad and stayed by the door. Davy escorted Kendra over to the dinner table, which had been covered with a white tablecloth. Kendra looked around.
"You have a very interesting house, Davy." She said, looking at the posters on the walls.
"Yes, I like to live an eclectic life." Davy said as he held the chair for her. Tork does a marvelous job with the cleaning.
As he was speaking, Peter came over to pour their drinks. Davy noticed Peter was pouring a clear liquid from a wine bottle. He quickly took a drink before Kendra could sip her own. He realized the liquid was water. Before he could say anything, Kendra took a sip of her glass and looked at it in an odd way.
"I never had a wine like this before." She said, "No taste to it."
"Um, it's called Chateau de Beachwood." Davy said quickly, "From my own private stock. Very rare." He glared at Peter who only shrugged and walked away.
Davy and Kendra continued to make small talk while waiting for dinner. She noticed Davy was starting to look uncomfortable.
"Is something wrong?" Kendra asked.
Davy was trying to find a way to tell her that he wasn't rich, but was saved by Mike bringing over two plates of food.
"Dinner ees served!" Mike exclaimed in a French accent, as he placed the plates in front of them.
"Thank you, Nesmith." Davy said.
"We, monsewer." Mike replied, using what little French he remembered from High School, "Bon Apetite!"
Mike walked away and Davy patted his forehead with his napkin. Kendra looked oddly at Mike but said nothing.
"So what are we having?" Kendra asked, looking at her plate. It was a plate of pork and beans.
"It's pork on a bed of tomato beans." Davy said, a smile plastered on his face. "My chef's special creation."
Kendra nodded and began to eat her food. Davy began to eat too, knowing it would only be a matter of time before Kendra caught on.

As Davy and Kendra ate dinner, Mike was in the kitchen washing dishes with a little help from Peter and Micky.
"Man I sure hope Davy tells the truth soon," said Micky.
"So do I," said Peter.
"Me too, plus I kind of also hope they like my cooking," said Mike.

Meanwhile, Davy and Kendra sat together, eating and talking.
Kendra told Davy more about herself, such as she's the youngest and only girl with two older brothers, and he told her about his rough youth in England and how he's the youngest with three older sisters.
Sometime later, Mike came to remove the dinner plates.
"How was le meal," said Mike, trying to speak with much French as he could.
"It was quite tasty," said Kendra, much to Davy and Mike's surprise but relief that she did enjoyed it.
"Yes, it was Chef Nez," said Davy.
"I'll be right back."
Before leaving, Mike whispered into Davy's ear, “Did you tell her yet?"
"No," Davy whispered back.
And with that, Mike left the two.
"Do you mind if I ask what you two are talking about?" Kendra asked.
"Oh Chef Nez was telling me he's having a bit of trouble with the stove but he managed to cook the meal just fine."
"I see."
"I'm guessing he didn't tell her yet," said Micky.
"You guess right," said Mike, putting the dishes in the sink and Peter began to wash them.
"So you really like them meal?" Davy asked Kendra.
"Yes, a bit spicy but good," Kendra answered.
"I'm glad."
Seeing that Davy hadn't yet told Kendra the truth, he picked up a leftover dinner roll from the breadbasket and threw at Davy.
"Ow!" Davy responded as the roll hit him on the head.
"Did you just get hit in the head with a roll?" asked Kendra.
"Yes, like I said, we're having problems with the oven."
Mike then reappeared.
"For le dessert, I was planning a peach melba for tow," he said placing two bowls on the table.
"Chef Nez, All I see is ice cream, but no peaches," said Davy.
"Well, we're out of peaches, so I made hot fudge sundaes for you two, enjoy." Mike then left.
"Davy still hasn't said a word?" asked Peter.
"Fraid not," Mike answered.
"Well if he doesn't speak up, then one or all three of us will," said Micky.
"No Micky, Davy's got to do this himself, after all he got himself into this mess and he has to get out of this himself."

As Davy and Kendra enjoyed their ice cream, he then spoke up.
"I think this is it," said Micky.
Davy cleared his throat and said, “Kendra, I have something to tell you about my music career."
But he didn't get to finish because Kendra interrupted him.
"That reminds me Davy, I told Daddy about you and he told me to pass it on to you that you're invited to play at our Fourth of July party next week," she said.
"That's great, said Davy.
"I'm sorry you were about to say something."
"Oh forget it, it was nothing."
Micky, Mike and Peter then shook their heads in a no matter.
Something told them that Davy was going to keep this secret awhile longer.

Kendra and Davy talked for a little bit longer, and then Kendra asked to go home. She had to get up early the next morning to go to work.
"I hope you had a good time, Kendra." Davy said, taking her hand.
"I did, Davy. You will play at my Daddy's party?" Kendra asked.
"Of course I will." Davy smiled.
Micky came over to the two and cleared his throat.
"Dolenz, take us home." Davy said.
"Yes sir." Micky replied, and led them out to the car.

On the way to Kendra's house, she told Davy about the fourth of July party.
"It will be big." Kendra said, "Just about all of high society will be there. I know they'll be impressed having someone as wealthy as you performing. What instrument do you play?"
Davy began to sweat, unable to tell her that he just played maracas and tambourine. Luckily, Micky came to the rescue.
"We're here, Miss Kendra." He said.
"Thank you again for the lovely time." Kendra told Davy, giving him a kiss on the cheek.
"Let me walk you to the door." Davy said as he helped her out of the car.
Davy walked Kendra over to her door, gave her a kiss on the cheek, walked back to the car and got inside. Micky was glaring at him through the rear-view mirror.
"You're in big trouble, Davy." Micky said tightly.
"Don't I know it?" Davy said as Micky put the car in gear and drove them back to the pad.

As soon as the two got home, the guys sat around to think about what they were going to do about the up-coming party at Kendra's house.
"Davy, you really gotta tell Kendra the truth," said Mike.
"I know I know," said Davy.
"You just can't keep lying to her," said Peter.
"That's right, we gotta stop this thing before it gets out of control," said Micky.
"Ok, I'll tell her the day of the party, Davy said with a sigh, "Luckily we're going to the movies tomorrow night and her parents' driver is going to give us a ride."
"Well now you have another problem," said Mike.
"What my problem now?"
"What are you going to do about a group?"
"What about you guys?"
"But Kendra knows us now," said Peter.
"He's right Davy, said Micky, Unless you're planning on telling Kendra that your hired help are part time musicians."
"Not if you're in disguise," said Davy.
The three members had to think about it, but they decided to go along.
Hopefully for their sake's, especially Davy's that the plan they had in mind will work.

Soon the Fourth of July was here. The guys had spent the last week getting ready for the party. Not only did they rehearse their songs, but worked on their disguises.
It was agreed that Davy would wear a suit, while the other three would wear their usual blue eight-button shirts. Mike, Peter and Micky had also found false mustaches at a costume shop and would wear them as well.
"Now remember, you all have to speak with British accents." Davy told them. "The story will be that I hired you from England."
"And we're billed as Davy Jones and the Monkees." Mike said.
"What happens when we do a song that I sing, like "I'm a Believer"?" Micky said, "You're supposed to be the lead."
"I'll simply tell the audience that I always give each member of my band some spotlight time." Davy replied, "I'll sing a song or two and then let each of you handle a song."
The other three thought that was a good idea and worked up a song list so that each one of them would sing a song.
Soon it was time to go to Kendra's house and everyone changed clothes. After making sure their mustaches were on straight, the guys got into the Monkeemobile and took off.

When the guys pulled up in front of Kendra, there were fancy sports cars and limos that made the Monkeemobile look like a jalopy.
They parked, collected their instruments and headed for the front door.
Davy knocked and expected Joseph to answer.
He didn't. Instead, it was Kendra, wearing a navy blue dress.
"Davy, you made it," she said.
"You bet love," said Davy as he kissed her cheek.
"And these must be your band mates."
"Yes, introduce yourselves fellas."
"I'm Patrick," said Peter, talking in a british accent.
"I'm Mitch," said Micky, speaking in the same matter.
"And I'm Monty, said Mike, who spoke like his band mates.
"Please to meet you, said Kendra shaking their hands, and inviting them in the house, Come on in you're just in time for the party."
As the walked through the house, the guys saw wooden floors that were so polished they saw their reflections, expensive looking art work hanging on the walls, and crystallized chandeliers attached to the ceiling.
They saw that the outside of the house, looked just as classy when they got out to the backyard.
The lawn was neatly trimmed, the pool water was sparkling blue, candle torches were placed in the ground, and there was even a large white tent hanging over the homemade bandstand for the guys to play on.
Just then two young couples approached Kendra and the Monkees.
"Guys, this is my oldest brother Richard Jr. and his wife Sara who got married six months ago, said Kendra, indicating one couple, and this is my seconds oldest brother Steven and his fiancé Katie, they're getting married on Labor Day weekend."
The guys shook hands with the two couples, then Kendra lead the guys to the bandstand, where they were greeted by another couple in their mid 50's.
"Davy, Mitch, Monty, and Patrick, these are my parents Richard and Megan," said Kendra, introducing everyone.
"It's nice to meet you sir and madam," said Davy, shaking hands with Kendra's parents, as did the other guys.
"It's nice to finally meet you too," said Richard.
"Kendra's told us so much about you," said Megan.
"Not everything," said Micky, who then earned an elbow in the stomach by Mike.
"I'll let you guys get ready now," said Kendra as she left with her parents.
Just then, Peter began to sniff.
"You ok there Peter?" asked Mike.
"This fake mustache itches my nose," Peter answered.
"Try to ignore it, we can't take any chances," said Micky.
"Yeah so far the plan is going well," said Davy.
The guys then set themselves up and began to perform.
As planned, Davy sang the first two songs which were Valerie and Look out here comes tomorrow.
That was followed by Micky who sang Las train to Clarksville, then Mike who sang you just may be the one.
The guests enjoyed the show, much to the guys' surprise, but they were quite glad about it as well.
When it was Peter's turn to sing his tune Auntie Grizelda, all was going well, until he let out a huge sneeze, causing his mustache to fall off.
There was a huge gasp from the crowd.
As soon as Peter's mustache fell off his face, not only did the guys stopped playing, but Kendra was surprised to see who it was.
She went over to the stage and said, “Davy, isn't that your butler?"
"Yes, but he's also a part-time musician," Davy answered.
At that moment Mike's mustache fell off as well.
"Aren't you the cook?" Kendra asked Mike.
"Yes, but I play guitar in my spare time,” said Mike, forgetting to speak in his British accent and talking in his regular voice.
"Forget it Mike, the jig is up," said Micky, taking off his mustache now.
"Don't tell me, you play drums in between driving jobs?" Kendra asked Micky.
"How did you guess?"
"Shot in the dark."
"Actually Kendra, these are my real band mates," said Davy.
"Davy, what are you telling me?" asked Kendra.
"That's these guys aren't really my servants, I'm not rich at all, and I'm just a musician trying to pay rent."
Kendra then left in a huff. Davy left to stage to catch up to her.
"Kendra wait, listen to me," he called out.
"Don't talk to me Davy, because the next thing you're going to say is another lie," said Kendra.
"No, I want to say I really like you and that's the truth."
Kendra was about to walk away, but Davy took her hand. She pulled it away, causing Davy to lose his balance.
He wanted to grab onto something, but the only thing that was the closest to him was Kendra, so he grabbed onto her shoulders, causing both of them to fall in the pool.
"Davy!" she screamed.
"Kendra, I'm sorry," said Davy.
"For what, for lying to me, for making a fool out of me in front of everyone or for ruining my dress?"
Meanwhile, the guys got off the bandstand now, and tried to help Davy out of the pool.
But just as he grabbed on to their hands, Kendra pushed him, causing Davy to pull Mike, Micky and Peter to fall in the pool as well.
Kendra then raced out of the pool crying and was greeted by her Mother for a comforting hug, along with Katie and Sara who gave her some towels to dry off.
"I want you boys out of the pool and off my property now, before I call the police," said Richard Sr. trying not to lose his temper at the Monkees.
"So much for walking out of here with our dignities," said Micky, who them got hit in the head with a blow-up beach ball by Mike.
And with that, the guys climbed out of the pool, collected their instruments and left.

When the guys returned to the pad, they cleaned themselves up and were soon seated at the dining room/ kitchen table.
"Well fellas, let's congratulate ourselves," said Mike.
"What for?" asked Peter.
"On playing a gig without getting a cent out of it."
"Not to mention falling into a pool," Micky added.
"You know, I think the pool water shrunk my suit," said Davy.
"There's a plus side to it," said Peter.
"What's that?"
"A small size suit will make you look taller."
"Ha ha very funny."
"Come on you two," said Mike.
"Yeah, it's been a rough day," said Micky.
"You're right, I lost an incredible girl that I really like, that's more important than some old suit," said Davy.
"I hate to say this Davy, but you did it to yourself, because you didn't tell the truth," said Peter.
"You know, Peter for once you're right."
"Thank you."
"We sure hope you learn lesson there Davy, said Mike, Cuz like Will Shakespeare used to say, To thy own self be true..."
He wasn't able to finish the quote, because he was interrupted by Micky who said, "Please, no more."
Just then, there was a knock at the door.
"I'll get it," said Peter, who got up from his chair, walked up to the door and answered it.
"Davy, there's somebody to see you," he called out.
Davy then got off his seat and went to meet Peter at the door.
When he got there, he was surprised to see Kendra, wearing jeans and a blue and white tank top at the doorway.
"Kendra, what are you doing here?" Davy asked.
"Hi Davy,” Kendra said, “Can I talk to you?"
"Sure."
Davy then went outside to talk to Kendra. Little did they knew that, not only Peter, but now Mike and Micky were up at the door listening to see what was going on.
"What do you thinks going to happen?" Peter asked his band mates.
"I don't know," said Mike.
"Same here." said Micky, as he and his band mates each put an ear to the door.
Davy and Kendra leaned on the back of the Monkeemobile and began to talk.
"So tell me, why did you come here?" Davy asked.
"Well, I was thinking about what you said at the party," said Kendra.
"What did I say?"
"That you really like me, and the thing is, I kind of like you too."
"Really?"
"Yes."
"Even though I'm not rich?"
"Actually, meeting someone like you was refreshing, normally I get stuck getting these rich snobs from the country club my parents are members."
The two began to laugh.
"Does that mean you'll give me another chance?" asked Davy.
"Only if I get to know the real you," said Kendra.
"Ok, why don’t I invite you into the pad and I'll tell you about the real Davy Jones."
"Sounds good to me."
Davy took Kendra's hand and lead her back to the pad.
When he opened the door, Mike, Micky and Peter fell to the ground.
"Fellas, were you listening to our conversation?" Davy asked his band mates.
"No," Micky Peter and Mike answered at the same time.
"Don't feel bad, I'm used to that too, with my family listening in when I talk to other people too," said Kendra.
"Then how about we head to the local cafe?" asked Davy.
"Sounds great to me."
The two then left for the cafe, where Davy told Kendra all about his true self.
They ended up seeing each other for quite sometime.

The End