Monkees' Tails page 33

A Christmas Carol

By: Mickys411 and Lisa Rated G

It was that time again.
People young and old acted merry to one another, stores and shops through out town were full of buyers and were decorated from ceiling to floor, tinsel and lights brighten the streets, it was indeed Christmas time.
And nobody could be more excited that it was coming, especially the Monkees.
They had many gig lined up for them, playing at several parties and events, including the annual holiday show hosted at the country club.
The guys were quite glad all these jobs were coming because, not only did they have enough to have a nice Christmas, but also made enough to keep up with their rent, which made Babbit a bit happy.

One day the Monkees had a day off, so they spent it buying gifts for their families and for one another to, getting a tree, and decorating it as well as the pad.
When they were fished, the guys decided to have a pizza delivered to the pad and planned on hanging out at home, instead of getting crammed by the crowds as they did earlier that day.
As they ate, the guys watched the famous Holiday film 'A Christmas Carol'
"That movie always get to me," sniffed Peter, when the movie ended.
"I agree, even 100 years after Charles Dickens wrote it, it's still a very well known story," said Mike.
"You know, I wonder what it would have been like living in that time, said Davy.
"I say very tough, especially if you worked for somebody like Ebenezer Scrooge," said Micky.
The Monkees let out four big yawns, they were indeed tired from a long week and decided to get to bed.

When the guys woke up the next morning, they had quite a shock.
Gone was the large bedroom they shared, it was now a much smaller room that was very cold. Their beds were gone too, replaced by straw-filled mattresses placed in a circle around a small stove.
"What's going on?" Micky asked, pulling his ragged blanket around himself.
"Yeah, we're not at the pad anymore." Mike said, getting up from his mattress. Mike walked to the door and opened it to find a hallway with doors along either side. He closed the door and opened it again. Still the same scene confronted him.
"We're in some sort of apartment building." Mike told the others.
"What happened to our pad?" Peter asked, joining him. "Where are we?"
Just then, a young woman wearing 18th century clothing came out from one of the doors a short distance away.
"Excuse me, miss?" Mike said, and the woman turned to him. Seeing him, she let out a gasp.
"Put some decent clothing on, or I'll have the Bailey on you!" She exclaimed, and then hurried away.
Mike and Peter looked at their crazy pj's, then at the woman.
"Wait, we want to know where we are!" Peter yelled after her, but the young woman was gone.
The two Monkees went back into their apartment.
"Any luck?" Davy asked.
"No, there was a woman dressed in old-fashioned clothes, but she didn't want to talk to us." Mike replied.
"I was looking at these old gas lamps, and these clothes stacked on the shelf." Davy said, "I think we're back in time."
"Or we ate too much pizza last night and this is a collective dream we're having." Micky put in.
"Well, we better get dressed and find out what's really going on, and try to get back to our own time." Mike said.
So the Monkees dressed in their 18th century clothes so they could go outside.
As the Monkees looked around and saw that they really weren't in their own time.
They saw people wearing the same type of clothes as they had on, and the streets were all cobblestone instead of concrete.
Also, there were no cars, but horse drawn buggies, and street carts and small shops replaced the store they were used to.
Just as the guys continued their walk around town, a buggy came speeding pass them.
"Get out of the way peasants!" shouted a voice as the buggy passed by them, which caused the Monkees to fall to the ground.
"What the heck was that all about?" asked Mike.
"That was Ebenezer Scrooge," said one woman.
"The richest and most obnoxious man in town," said a man.
"Say fellas, you don't suppose?" said Davy.
"Are we really?" asked Peter.
"We are," said Micky.
Indeed the Monkees were living out the story of A Christmas Carol.

"Well, what do we do now?" Micky asked.
"If we're in the story, we might as well try and live it." Mike said. "Maybe then we can get home."
"How do we live the story?" Peter asked, confused.
"Let's go see Mr. Scrooge at his office, and let's see what happens there." Davy answered.
So the Monkees went in the direction of Scrooge's buggy and soon found the place, the "Scrooge and Marley" sign hanging over the door. However, the guys were hesitant to go inside.
"What do we say to him?" Micky asked, "We can't just say, 'we're dreaming about your life, and we want to be a part of it,' Can we?"
"Hey, let's say he owes us an apology for knocking us down before." Peter said.
"He'll never do that." Davy said, shaking his head.
"Let's pretend we're the guys who came in looking for a donation and Scrooge threw them out." Micky said.
The others agreed it wasn't a bad idea and so went inside Scrooge's office.

When the Monkees walked into the office, they saw two men; one looked to be in his early 60's, while the other man looked to be in his mid 30's seated at desks.
The guys knew the men were Scrooge and Bob Cratchit.
“Good Morning gentlemen," Davy spoke up.
Bob and Scrooge looked up at the Monkees.
"Good Morning sirs," said Bob.
"What is this all about?" Scrooge snapped.
"Well, we're collecting funds for the poor," Mike answered.
Scrooge at up from his desk and approached the Monkees.
"Now gentlemen you do realize that if I give you money to give to the poor, the poor won't be poor anymore won’t they?" said Scrooge.
"That's true," said Peter.
"And if the people aren't poor anymore, then won’t have to raise funds for them anymore right?"
"I suppose that's right," said Micky.
"And if you don't have to raise funds for the poor anymore, then you'll be put out of job, and you don’t want to be put out of a job on Christmas Eve?"
"I guess that means you won't give?"
"You mean right, now get out of my office before I call the authorities!"
The Monkees then left the office.
"Sir, do you mind if I get some firewood for the office?" asked Bob.
"Just be quick Cratchit," Scrooge barked.
Bob then placed his coat on and headed outside, not get firewood, but to look for the Monkees, and to his luck they didn't go far away from the office.
"Excuse me gentlemen!" Bob called out.
The Monkees stopped walking and turned to Bob.
"My name is Bob Cratchit, I work for Mr. Scrooge and I do apologize for his behavior, he even acts like this to Fred his nephew."
Bob then reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a coin.
Here it isn't much but please take it," he said, handing the coin to the Monkees.
"Thank you sir, but we couldn't," said Davy.
"But I want to help those who haven't got much, especially those with families.”
"You have a family Bob?" Mike asked.
"Oh yes, my wife Mary and I have five kids," said Bob.
"What are their names?" Peter asked.
"Ben, Martha, Toby, Jenny and Tim."
"Do you mind if I ask you a question Bob?" Micky asked.
"Not at all," said Bob.
"If Mr. Scrooge is such an awful person as people say, why do you work for him?"
"Well five years ago, Mr. Scrooge bought out the accountant’s office that I worked at for a number of years, and my former boss recommended Mr. Scrooge to hire me."
"Thank you for the coin, Mr. Cratchit." Micky said, "Merry Christmas to you." "And to you, kind sirs." Bob said.
"Cratchit where are you?" Scrooge's voice could be heard from the office.
"I better go; he won't hesitate to fire me." Bob said, running away.
The Monkees then looked at each other.
"Well, now what?" Davy asked his friends.
"Do you know if that coin will buy us anything, Davy?" Mike asked.
Davy looked at the coin in his hand.
"It's a farthing." Davy replied, "Perhaps this will buy us something at the local pub."
"At least we can get out of the cold for awhile." Peter said.
So the guys walked to the nearest pub. The farthing only got them a glass of Ginger Ale and a piece of bread, but it was better than nothing.
"Maybe we should go back to our apartment." Micky suggested, as he ate his small share of the bread.
"Yeah, at least we still have that." Mike said.
Just then, none other than Scrooge came into the pub. The Monkees quickly hid their faces so he wouldn't see them.
Scrooge wasn't looking at anyone though; he marched over to the bar and ordered a small Shepard's Pie to go. When it was finally ready, Scrooge paid the man, complained about how expensive the food was, then marched out the door.
"Let's follow him." Davy said, "Maybe we'll get a chance to see the ghosts of Christmas past, present and future!"
"Do you really want to meet ghosts, Davy?" Micky asked.
"Well...if we follow the story, maybe we'll be able to get back to our own time." Davy replied with a shrug.
Deciding it was better than nothing; the Monkees got up and followed Scrooge back to his home.

The Monkees carefully watched to see what direction Scrooge's buggy was heading, and carefully followed it.
As the guys walked through the town, it was not only getting darker, but it was cold and snow began to fall.
Even though there were some street candles burning, the Monkees still had a hard time walking the streets with the falling snow.
The guys were about ready to quit, turn around and head back to their apartment, when they saw the buggy come to a stop in front of a rather large house.
"Is this Scrooge's house?" Peter whispered.
"I think so," Mike answered.
"So what do we do now?" asked Davy.
"We'll hind in those bushes by the side of house and check out to see when the ghosts will appear," said Micky.
And sure enough, once Scrooge got out his buggy, he headed inside the house and the guys then scrambled in the nearby snow-covered bushes.
"I hope something happens soon." Micky said, shivering.
"This wasn't such a good idea." Peter said.
"Wait, what's that?" Mike asked, pointing up to Scrooge's bedroom window.
The Monkees looked up to see a weird light coming from his bedroom.
"That might be the ghost of Marley." Davy said. "He visited Scrooge first."
Just then, a ghost in the shape of a man flew out of the window. The ghost was wearing chains around himself. He flew around, looked down at the Monkees, and then disappeared.
"That was Marley." Micky stated.
"Do you think Scrooge is okay?" Peter asked, "Maybe we should go ask him." The Monkees looked at each other, wondering if they should see Scrooge or wait to see what happened next.
The Monkees decided to see what happened to Scrooge, so they carefully peeked into the window.
In the house, they saw Scrooge pacing the floor back and forth in his bathrobe, pjs, and slippers.
"Could that really have been Marley?” he asked himself.
He then shook his head and continued to speak, “Can't be he's been dead for seven years. The spirits of Christmas, I have to do what they say, heavy chains. I'm going to bed and just sleep through it all, including Christmas.”
Scrooge then jumped into his bed, blew the candle on his nightstand out and went to bed.
"Scrooge seems alright." Mike said, "He's in bed."
"We should go to bed too." Peter replied, "I'm cold."
"Yeah, I don't think anything more will happen tonight." Davy added.
"You three are forgetting about the other three ghosts." Micky told his friends. "The ghost of Christmas Past is due to show up soon."
Just then, the clock in the village square rang one and there was a light shining in Scrooge's bedroom. The Monkees looking inside again to see Scrooge talking to a figure dressed in white and holding a lantern. The figure led Scrooge over to the bedroom window, and the Monkees ducked down so that they couldn't be seen.
An instant later, Scrooge and the figure flew out of the window!
"There they go!" Mike exclaimed.
The Monkees began to rise off the ground as well.
"Here we go too! AHHH!!!" Micky screamed along with the others.
The Monkees found themselves following Scrooge and the Ghost of Christmas Past as they went on their journey for Scrooge's redemption.
"At least we're not cold anymore." Peter said.
The Ghost of Christmas past led Scrooge and the Monkees to a place that looked very familiar to Scrooge.
"I know I've seen this place before," said Scrooge looking over at the stone building.
Then it came to him.
"This is Father Patrick's home for Children, the place my Father send me to after my Mother passed on," said Scrooge.
Scrooge and the ghost went through the wall, and so did the Monkees.
Once they were inside, Scrooge looked around and said, “This is my room, every nook and cranny of it.”
The guys looked around the room themselves; it contained about eight beds and a trunk at the end of each bed.
"You know, this is exactly how my Grandfather described his old boarding school," said Davy.
Peter looked over at Scrooge and the ghost, and then asked, “Do you think Scrooge can see us?"
"I don't think so," said Mike.
"Let's hope so," said Micky.
At the same time, the Monkees, Scrooge and the spirit noticed a young boy about eight years old, seated at one of the beds. A suitcase was by his feet and he was wiping tears from his face.
"I wonder who that is," said Peter.
"If I can remember its young Scrooge," said Mike.
"I believe it is." said Davy.
"Shh! they might hear us," Micky whispered.
Only Scrooge and the ghost walked closer to the boy.
"That's me," said Scrooge, looking over at the child.
"Where are all the other children?" asked the spirit.
"They all went home for Christmas. But my Father was so cruel then, I was never allowed to come home for the Holidays."
"No one should be alone at Christmas Ebenezer,” said a female voice.
Young Scrooge turned his head, as did the present day Scrooge, the ghost and the Monkees.
"Fran!" young Scrooge cried out.
He raced to the door and hugged a young girl who looked about fifteen years old.
"Fran, my wonderful Sister,” said Scrooge, “She took care of me after Mother passed away, and before Father sent me here.
"Fran, what are you doing here?" asked young Scrooge.
"Oh Ebenezer, Father is much kinder now and he said last night, Dear Fran, go get Ebenezer and bring him home for Christmas."
"Really Fran?"
"Yes Ebenezer, and best of all, after you finish your term here, Father is planning on putting you in a school by us."
"So we can be together Fran?"
"Yes, Ebenezer."
Present day Scrooge, the ghost and the Monkees saw young Scrooge and Fran leave on a horse drawn sled.
"She was a good sister indeed," said the sprit.
"Yes,” said Scrooge, “She took care of Father and me, till she got married and then..."
Scrooge can feel his eyes fill up with tears.
"She had my nephew Fred, but she got sick after she had him and never got better."
Suddenly, the scene changed and the Monkees and Scrooge found themselves in an office. Working at the desks were a young Scrooge and Marley. An older man walked over to them.
"That's Fezziwig!" Scrooge exclaimed to the spirit.
Fezziwig told the two young men to pack up for the day and get ready for the Christmas party. Scrooge and Marley quickly did so, and soon the place was alive with people and food. Young Scrooge had a grand old time, and the Monkees happily watched the celebration as well. The Monkees as well as the older Scrooge watched as his younger self talked to a young lady. Scrooge's eyes welled up with tears once again.
"Oh Belle, she was a beautiful lady." He whispered.
"What happened, why didn't you marry her?" The spirit asked.
Scrooge didn't answer and the scene changed once again to Scrooge's house, where Belle and young Scrooge were having an argument.
"Why won't you marry me?" Scrooge demanded of Belle, making Peter jump.
"Because you love money more than me." Belle said, crying. She took off her engagement ring and placed it on the table.
"Go then!" Scrooge shouted, "You obviously have no idea what's its like to live in this world!"
"No Belle!" Old Scrooge shouted, but Belle of course couldn't hear him and she ran out the door crying.
Old Scrooge and the Monkees were crying too at the sad scene. Scrooge told the spirit to take him back home and suddenly, Scrooge and the Monkees found themselves back in Scrooge's bedroom.
The Monkees hid in Scrooge's cupboard while waiting for the next spirit to arrive.
The clock struck two and Micky peeked through a crack in the wardrobe.
"What do you see, Micky?" Mike asked.
"Oh my my..." Was all Micky replied?
The Monkees carefully poked their heads out of the cupboard, so they won't be seen.
There in front of Scrooge stood of a man wearing a green robe and a red beard that covered most of his face.
"Who are you?" Scrooge asked.
"I'm the ghost of Christmas present," said the figure.
"What are you doing here?"
"I'm here to show you what Christmas is like for the people in your life."
With the snap of his fingers, Scrooge, the sprit and the Monkees were transformed to a different place.
They were no longer at Scrooge's house, in the house of somebody familiar to Scrooge.
It was the house of Bob Cratchit.
Bob's wife Mary was placing a pot on a small wooden stove.
Meanwhile, daughters Martha and Jenny were setting the table, while sons Ben and Toby carefully placed gifts under the tree.
Just then, the door opened and in walked Bob holding a small turkey in one hand and had youngest son Tim on his shoulder.
"Oh hello, Bob." Mary said to her husband, "How was the Christmas service?" "It went quite well." Bob replied, "And Tim was as good as gold!" He set Tim down and then gave the little turkey to Mary. "I'm sorry, but that's the biggest one I could afford."
"It's okay." Mary replied, "That miser won't even give you a Christmas bonus." Scrooge frowned, but said nothing. He and the Monkees watched as the Cratchit family got ready for dinner.
"They do not have much, but still they seem to be having a good time, Scrooge." The Ghost of Christmas present said.
"Oh what do they know?" Scrooge said, but he didn't seem so angry now.
Soon everyone was seated at dinner. Bob got up and proposed a toast to Mr. Scrooge. His family didn't like it one bit.
"Give a toast to him?" Mary demanded. "He doesn't have a nice bone in his body!"
"I do too!" Scrooge shouted, but Mary didn't hear him of course.
"Please Mary, it is Christmas." Bob begged.
So the family toasted Mr. Scrooge. "A long and Happy life to him." Bob said.
"It's interesting that Bob thinks of you, when you don't think of him much do you?" The ghost of Christmas Present said.
"I pay Bob more than what he's worth." Scrooge said quietly. He looked over at Tim, quietly eating a piece of Turkey.
"Tell me, Spirit." Scrooge said, "What will happen to little Tim?"
"I see an empty chair and a crutch by the fireplace." The ghost answered somberly.
"Oh no!" Scrooge exclaimed, a sentiment echoed by the Monkees as they watched.
"Why do you care?" The spirit asked angrily, "Isn't it time to decrease the surplus population?"
"Take me out of here, spirit!" Scrooge cried in anguish.
The spirit lifted his hand and he and Scrooge and the Monkees disappeared from the house.

Once again the Monkees and Scrooge were back at his home.
The guys quickly scrambled behind a dresser, so they won't get spotted by Scrooge.
"You know fellas, I just thought of something," said Davy.
"What is it?" asked Peter.
"Well, we saw the ghost of Christmas Past, and just now we saw the ghost of Christmas Present."
"That means the next one coming is Christmas soon to be," said Micky.
"Exactly," said Mike.
Just then, the clock struck three.
The Monkees were not looking forward to what was going to happen.
Obviously Scrooge shared the Monkees' sentiment. He waited nervously on the edge of his bed waiting as a cold damp chill filled the air.
A mist flowed into the room and when it dissolved a figure wearing a black hooded robe stood before him. The Monkees huddled next to each other, hardly daring to breath. Finally Scrooge spoke.
"Are you the spirit of Christmas yet to come?" He stuttered.
The spirit nodded yes and motioned for Scrooge to follow him.
"Spirit I fear you more than the others, will you not speak?" Scrooge asked timidly.
The spirit didn't answer and led Scrooge over to the window. The Monkees silently following behind.
The scene suddenly changed to the front of the bank building where Scrooge often went to deposit his money.
The Monkees, Scrooge and the sprit spotted two men dressed in suit talking to one another.
They heard the conversation
"Such a shame uh?" said one man.
"It sure is," said the other man.
"That old coot was a real pain, but he kept us in business."
"Without his cash, we may have to close down."
Scrooge looked confused.
He looked up at the spirit and said, “Spirit, who are the two men talking about?”
The Monkees knew though who the person was. The spirit did not reply, but simply pointed at the two men, who continued their conversation.
"Will you go to his funeral?" The first man asked the second.
"If they provide a meal afterward." The second one replied, "But I really doubt they would do that for him."
The first man nodded, "How that man went through life not caring that everyone hated him is beyond me." He said.
The two men then went inside the bank building.
"I know those two, I believe." Scrooge said, "I usually loaned them the cash they needed."
Suddenly, the scene changed and the Spirit, Scrooge and the Monkees found themselves in a disreputable part of town, full of abandoned buildings and dirty streets.
"Why are we here, Spirit?" Scrooge asked, but as usual the spirit said nothing and pointed toward a small second-hand shop.
Scrooge went inside, while the Monkees listened at the window. The spirit turned to them, but made no indication that it objected to them spying.
Inside the shop was an old lady that Scrooge sometimes saw walk past his house. She had a sack of clothes, which she put on top of the counter.
"What can you give me for these, Buster?" She asked.
Buster opened the sack and pulled out a few of the articles.
"Pretty nice stuff," He remarked, "Where did you get 'em?"
"From an old miser who just died," the lady replied with contempt. "Nobody was around, so I took 'em."
Scrooge looked at the things Buster was looking at, "Those belong to me!" He exclaimed. "That's my topcoat and vest!"
"You say nobody was around when you took this stuff?" Buster asked skeptically.
"Yeah, nobody cared about him." She replied, "The undertaker hadn't come yet, and the house was wide open, so..." She cleared her throat, "What can I get for 'em?"
"One pound, sixpence." Buster said immediately. "And you'll do no better elsewhere."
"You're no better than 'im." The women replied with a sigh, “But okay, give me the money."
Buster went to the till to get the money, much to Scrooge's outrage.
"You can't buy my things!" He shouted, "I'll call the constables!" He looked around for the spirit, but didn't see it anywhere. Scrooge ran outside the shop...
And found himself in the middle of a graveyard.
The Monkees hid behind a tombstone and watched what would happen next.
The guys were then distracted by the sound of crying.
They turned to see Bob, Mary and their children walk to a nearby tombstone.
As the Monkees saw the Cratchit family more close up, they noticed a missing member of the family.
Tiny Tim was gone.
Bob and Mary carefully placed a wreath on the grave, while the children knelt down beside it.
"It's all my fault Mary," sighed Bob.
"Stop saying it Bob, it isn't," said Mary.
"But it is. If I spoke up more about getting a raise to Mr. Scrooge, we could have more money to make Tim better."
"Even if Tim was healthy, you still wouldn't get a raise anyway."
Bob and Mary the knelt down by their children for a few moments, after that they left.
The Monkees sobbed quietly and lowered their heads. Their tears were interrupted by a loud cry.
"No! This can't be!" shouted the voice.
The guys turned to see that it was Scrooge who was yelling.
Sadness soon turned to curiosity, when the Monkees and Scrooge heard the voices of two gravediggers at work.
"That's does it, tap it down good Charlie," said one digger.
"You know Harold, I never saw a funeral like this one in my 20 years at the occupation," said Charlie.
"Yes, no one here to shed a tear or pay their last respects."
The two men left.
Though Scrooge was very confuse, the Monkees knew what was going on and it wasn't any thing good.
The spirit pointed at the grave the two men had just finished filling. Scrooge hesitated, but then slowly walked over. He looked up at the spirit.
"Spirit, tell me. Are these the things that must happen or may happen if things do not change?" He asked.
The spirit did not reply of course, just simply pointed at the grave marker. The Monkees got as close as they dared to the scene, hoping they wouldn't be noticed. Scrooge looked at the marker and let out a terrible howl.
"NO NO!" He screamed, "Oh this can't be me!"
The stone read 'Ebenezer Scrooge'.
The wind began to blow hard and the sky turned dark. The Monkees huddled behind a tombstone, trying to keep out of the wind.
"Spirit, I promise I'll change! I'll keep Christmas in my heart year round, but please don't let this be my fate!" Scrooge cried, dropping to his knees.
Suddenly, everything went pitch black and Scrooge and the Monkees found themselves in Scrooge bedroom once again. They were all grateful to leave that awful place.
The guys thought it would now be a good idea for them to leave before Scrooge find out that they were in his house, so they carefully climbed out the window.
Meanwhile, Scrooge was tossing and turning in his sleep, as well as shouting.
"Sprit, I want to change!" he yelled over again.
Suddenly, he awoke from his dreadful night's rest.
Scrooge looked around and was glad to see where he was.
"I'm back at my own home," he said.
He then raced to a window, opened and saw the Monkees.
"You there gentlemen, what day is it today?" asked Scrooge.
"Why, it's Christmas day," Peter answered.
"Yes, I can be a changed person! Wait for me!"
Scrooge then closed his window, quickly got dressed and went outside to meet the guys.
"Young men, I need your help," said Scrooge.
"Sure Mr. Scrooge," said Davy.
"What do you want us to do?" asked Micky.
"I need your help to give Bob Cratchit and his family the best Christmas ever."
"We'll help anyway we can sir," said Mike.
"Great," said Scrooge.
He then looked at Peter and Mike and said, You two go down to the market, get the biggest turkey they have and a few other food items, then he turned to Davy and Micky and said, “I need you two go to a few of the stores and buy a few gifts for the family."
Scrooge then the address to the Catch its handed each of the guys a bag of money and said to them, By the way, keep whatever change you have left over for yourselves."
The Monkees couldn't believe how generous Scrooge was, but they said thank you to him and set off on their ways.
Just as Scrooge was about to go off on his own too, he spotted the two men, who had stopped by his office the other day, collecting for the poor.
"Good Christmas morning gentlemen, I have something for you," said Scrooge. The two men got nervous, but were reacted surprised when they saw Scrooge giving them each a bag of money.
"I hope that will be enough to take care of the poor for awhile," said Scrooge.
"Yes it is, thank you Mr. Scrooge," said one of the men.
"Yes, thank you Mr. Scrooge and a Merry Christmas to you," said the other man.
"There will be plenty more where that came from I plan to donate a lot more."
Sometime later, the Monkees showed up at the Catch its' house with all the items they brought for the family and were about to knock on the door, when a buggy pulled up in front of them.
The door of the buggy opened and Scrooge popped out.
He looked over at the Monkees bags of food and gifts for Bob and his family.
Scrooge then approached the door and knocked on it.
The door opened and there stood Bob Cratchit, standing face-to-face with his boss.
"Good Morning Mr. Scrooge, said Bob.
"Good Morning Cratchit, and a Merry Christmas to you and your family, said Mr. Scrooge, Do you mind if I come in?"
"Not at all sir."
As soon as Scrooge entered the house, not only was Bob more nervous, but also so was his wife and children.
"Is there something we can do for you Mr. Scrooge?" asked Mary.
"I've come to wish you a Merry Christmas and I brought over gifts for you and your loves ones," said Mr. Scrooge.
He then told the Monkees to come in with all the items.
Bob and his family couldn't believe their eyes.
"Sir, I don't understand," said Bob.
"Cratchit, for years I've been a miserable person, not only to strangers but to my own love ones as well.” said Scrooge, “But last night I learned that Christmas is about love, caring and reaching out to your fellow man, and from now on, I will keep that feeling in me all year round not just for the Holidays."
"That's beautiful Mr. Scrooge," said Mary.
"And I have more good news for you all.
Scrooge turned to Bob and said," Cratchit, I'm not going to give you a half a day's pay. But a full days' pay, and starting tomorrow, I'm making you my new partner."
Bob almost fell over with shock.
"Thank you Mr. Scrooge and Merry Christmas," said he.
Merry Christmas," said Mary, the Cratchit children and the Monkees.
"And god bless everyone," Tiny Tim added.
Scrooge then picked up the small child, and placed him onto his shoulder.
Suddenly the scene went black.

The Monkees woke up and looked around to see where they were.
And to their surprise, they were not at the house, but back at the pad.
"We're home," said Peter.
"Man, that was some dream," said Micky.
"It sure was," said Mike.
"I'm glad our dream was like the movie, it had a happy ending," said Peter.
"I wonder what day is today?" said Davy.
Mike looked at the calendar and said, "Today is December 23rd."
"It's the eve of Christmas eve," said Peter.
"That's right," said Micky.
The Monkees looked at one another, and knew just what they had planned to do today.
They took the money they had been saving for the Holidays and went out for the day, which was spent buying gifts as well as another tree, wrapping them, making homemade ornaments and baking cookies.
But it wasn't for them; they were going to deliver the items to the local Children's home.
The guys read in the paper a few days ago that the children's home was in need of repairs, but repairs caused the home to have budget cuts, meaning the kids were not going to have such a Merry Christmas.
The staff and kids were quite surprised but very happy to see four Santas paying a visit to their place.
To top it off, the Monkees even gave a concert to everyone there.
When the small concert was over the staff thanked the Monkees for making this Christmas special for the kids.
This really a very Merry Christmas, not only for the kids, but for the Monkees as well.

The End

Monkees In Toyland

By: Lisa, Mickys411, Marmadas and Susan Rated PG

The Monkees were in the Malibu Toys '4' Kids toy store, trying to navigate through the chaos that is known as last-minute Christmas shopping.
"I thought you had all your Christmas shopping done, Micky." Mike said, ducking to avoid being hit by a basketball.
"I am, Mike." Micky replied, nearly sliding on a pair of roller skates, "But my Mom called up and asked me if I could find a "Chatty Patty" doll for my youngest sister. All the toy stores around her are sold out."
"It's no wonder." Davy said, "That's the hottest toy out this year."
"We're never gonna find that doll in all this crush." Peter said, nearly being run over by a woman with a shopping cart.
"We should split up so we can find it faster." Micky said, "If we find one, we'll meet at the front of the store."
"If not, we'll meet at the back of the store in ½ hour." Mike put in.
The others agreed and quickly went their separate ways.

Peter found the area where the dolls were sold. There was a bunch of women there, some of them getting into a fight over the toys. Peter ducked under the arms of two pulling women and scanned the shelves for the Chatty Patty doll.
As he looked around, Peter heard a faint tapping noise above the noise of the crowd. Looking around trying to find the sound, Peter's eyes were drawn to a shelf above him, where there were several dolls lined up in cardboard and cellophane boxes.
"I could've sworn the noise was coming from up here." Peter said to himself.
The tapping noise started again, this time louder. Peter looked along the row of boxes and to his utter shock, saw a doll about 12 inches high hitting against the cellophane of her box with her hand! The doll wore a red and green dress and had brown hair to her shoulders.
"Please help me!" The doll cried out to him, her voice slightly muffled, "Please help the Toymaker!"
"Are you...are you alive?" Peter asked, swallowing.
"Yes, please help me!" The doll replied, "The Toymaker is in trouble! Toyland is in trouble!"
Peter very gently picked the doll box up and looked at the doll.
"What's your name?" He asked.
"My name is Jingle Belle." She replied, "Will you help me? Christmas may depend on it!"
"Christmas!" Peter exclaimed, "I'll show you to my friends, maybe we can help you."
With that, Peter ran to the back of the store to wait for his friends.
Peter kept an eye out for his friends and sure enough, he found them.
"Peter, that you are," said Davy.
"We were looking all over for you," said Mike.
"Any luck finding the doll?" asked Micky.
"No, but I found this," said Peter, holding up the box.
"I hate to tell you this Peter, but that's not the Chatty Patty doll."
"I know, but her name is Jingle Belle and she needs help."
"What did you just say?" asked Mike.
"The doll talked to me and she said the toymaker of Toyland is in trouble," said Peter.
"You know I think all the crowds are getting to you Peter," said Davy.
"Yeah, let's get you home," said Micky.
"But the doll really talked to me," said Peter.
"He really is right!" cried a voice.
"What was that?" asked Davy.
Peter then showed the box to his friends.
"Please listen to me!" said Jingle Belle.
The guys could not believe their eyes.
"She's moving and talking!" Micky exclaimed.
"Oh she's probably one of those dolls where you pull the string and she talks." Mike said, taking the box from Peter and looking for the string. However, try as he might, there was not a string to be found.
"Do you believe me now, Mike?" Peter asked.
"This is incredible." Davy said in awe, "A real live doll."
"There is many more of my kind in Toyland." Jingle Belle said, "But Toyland is in trouble. If Gadgetmaster succeeds, Christmas will be ruined!"
"Who's the Gadgetmaster?" Mike asked. "What's he trying to do?"
"It's too loud to talk here," Jingle Belle said, "Please take me home and I'll tell you everything."
"Wait, we didn't find a Chatty Patty doll for my sister!" Micky said.
"There's one left behind the Betsy Wetsy dolls." Jingle Belle told him, "The stock clerk got the dolls mixed up."
Micky took off like a shot and over to the doll section once again. Fortunately, nobody noticed him reaching behind the Betsy Wetsy dolls and soon Micky had the prized doll in his hands. He then ran back to the others.
"I got it, I got it!" Micky jumped for joy.
"Shhh, don't broadcast it, Micky!" Davy said.
"Thank you Jingle Belle." Micky smiled.
"You're welcome," Jingle Belle replied, "Will you four help me?"
"Of course we will, Jingle Belle." Peter said, "Come on, let's get out of here."
The Monkees took the dolls up to the front counter. After waiting half an eternity, they bought Jingle Belle and Chatty Patty and went back to the pad.

Once back at the pad, Micky called his Mom to say he got his sister's doll, while Peter took Jingle Belle out of her box.
"Oh thank you." Jingle Belle said, sighing with relief, "It can get so cramped in those things."
Peter placed her on the kitchen table and watched in fascination as she walked around, stretching her legs. Micky and the other two came over and took seats at the table with Peter.
"So, Jingle Belle..." Davy said.
"Just call me Jingle." She smiled.
"So, Jingle...can we get you something to drink?" Davy continued.
"I'm fine for now. I don't need much food while I'm in this form." Jingle replied.
"Oh...um...so I guess we better introduce ourselves." Peter said, "I'm Peter, that's Davy, Mike and Micky. We're a rock band called the Monkees"
"Pleased to meet you." Jingle replied, "Thank you for getting me out of there. Now, I better tell my story before it is too late."
"Yeah, how did you end up in a toy store?" Mike wanted to know.
"I drank a potion to make me small, snuck into one of the toy boxes and had myself shipped here." Jingle replied, "It was the only way to leave Toyland in secret."
"Wait, start at the beginning." Micky said, "What's going on in Toyland that you had to escape?"
Jingle let out a sigh, "Toyland, where I come from, was a peaceful place at one time. Year round, we all worked at the Toymaker's toy factory making all kinds of toys for children. One day, a stranger came to our land. He said his name was Barnaby and claimed he was a cousin of the Toymaker. I was the one who let him inside the factory and showed him where the Toymaker's office was."
Jingle frowned and let out another sigh. "That's the last anyone has seen of the Toymaker for weeks now. The next day, Barnaby called himself Gadgetman, announced that the Toymaker was taking a ‘vacation’, and left control of the factory to him. When we protested, several large metal men came out of the factory and took over the town. They blocked all the roads so we couldn't leave Toyland and put the mayor in jail." Jingle began to cry, "So now we have to work for Gadgetman and make toys for him."
"What kind of toys?" Mike asked.
"That's the odd thing." Jingle replied, "The toys are still the same ones we've been making, but before they're shipped out, they're put through this large machine Gadgetman built, but nobody knows what it does."
"That is odd." Peter said, "So, how can we help you?"
"I need you to come back to Toyland with me." Jingle said, "Help me find out what Gadgetman is doing to the toys. I just know it is no good. Some of those toys have already been bought and taken home, so it's vital to find out what's going on."
"Why us?" Micky asked, "Why did you pick Peter?"
Jingle looked at Peter, "Because I can tell that Peter is still a kid at heart, the same with you other three. Toyland needs someone right now who believes in Christmas and hasn't become cynical and materialistic."
The Monkees all looked at each other for a long moment. What could they do against metal men, how could they potentially prevent Christmas from being ruined? Still, there was no doubt in their minds what needed to be done.
"We'll help you Jingle." Mike said, "Let's go to Toyland."
"But how are we gonna get there, Jingle?" Davy said, "Then there's this matter of you being a lot smaller than us."
"Yeah, you're not the shortest now, Davy." Micky laughed, then ducked Davy's hand.
"Set me down on the floor, please." Jingle asked.
Peter picked Jingle up and placed her on the floor as she asked. Jingle then pulled a small vial of clear liquid out of her dress pocket and downed the contents. In just a few seconds, Jingle was full size again, the same height as Davy!
"Wow, what is that stuff?" Micky asked, amazed.
"It's a size potion the Toymaker made up." Jingle explained, putting the vial back in her pocket, "He created it so we could get inside broken machinery and fix whatever's wrong without having to tear the machine apart."
"That's groovy." Peter said, "Now how do we get to Toyland?"
Jingle picked the box up off the table and motioned for the guys to follow her. She led them down to the beach and set the box on the sand.
"Stand back." Jingle said.
Everybody stood back while Jingle pushed a button on the inside of the box. Instantly the box began to grow and turn into a big clear balloon! The cardboard became a gondola. The Monkees' mouths' opened in shock.
"Wow." Was all they could say.
"Let's go!" Jingle said, stepping into the gondola, "Next stop, Toyland!"
When everyone was inside, the balloon lifted off and soon the California coast was far behind them as they went south to Toyland.

After a long time of traveling for quite sometime, they reached their destination. "Here we are, said Jingle Belle as the balloon landed.
Once the Monkees got out of the balloon, they could not believe what they saw.
They were surround by toys that were walking, acting like humans.
"Am I seeing things or do I see a teddy bear directing traffic?" asked Micky.
"I saw a wind-up mouse driving a car," said Davy.
"And I saw a dolly pushing a baby carriage," said Peter.
"Is this for real?" asked Mike.
"Of course, all the toys here are life like, said Jingle Belle, Come I have some friends who will help us."
Jingle Belle then took off, with the Monkees following behind her.
The four Monkees and Jingle turned off the main street and into what appeared to be a residential area of Toyland. Gingerbread houses, dollhouses and the like lined the streets.
Peter couldn't resist reaching out and grabbing a candy cane from the front of one of the gingerbread houses. An angry gingerbread man ran out of the front door and snatched it away from the very surprised Peter.
"Who are you and what are you doing here?" He asked.
Peter stuttered, "Wwwe're here to stop the evil---"
He was cut off short as Jingle put her hand over his mouth. The other three Monkees gave Peter a look which said, "Be quiet!"
"So, you don't want to tell me, do you? You must be up to no good, you don't look like you're from around here." The gingerbread man's loud tone arose suspicion on the street, and toys from up and down the road stopped what they were doing to see what the commotion was about.
Jingle suddenly gasped as she saw one of the Gadgetman's Metal Men approaching them, also drawn by the noise on the street. All of the toys quickly dispersed, none of them wanting to be included in the fuss if the Metal Man decided something wasn't right. Even the gingerbread man shut up and ran back inside. "Quickly!" Jingle said, "Follow me!"
She dodged behind a house, cut through a couple back yards, and stopped behind some mulberry bushes.
"How are we supposed to stop those Metal Men?" Micky asked.
"I'm hoping that you will help me and my friends. We can't do this alone, since the Metal Men have so much power over the residents of Toyland. But perhaps you Monkees can overthrow them. However, we'll have to discuss our plans over tea. Growing back to my normal size has worked up an appetite. Besides, this is my house and from the smoke coming out of the chimneys I'd say that my friends have the kettle on the fire."
Jingle groped around in the grass until she found a bright blue ring, which she pulled on. Up popped a trap door, with a set of red stairs leading down, and wonderful smells coming up. "Right this way..." she motioned.
Jingle led the Monkees down the red stairs and into a small cellar below. Waiting for them at the bottom of the stairs was a young man wearing bib overalls and a flannel shirt.
"Jingle! You made it back!" The man exclaimed, taking her into his arms.
"Oh Tommy, I had some trouble, but I found some people from the outside willing to help us!" Jingle replied, then turned to the Monkees, "Gentlemen, this is my boyfriend Tommy, Tommy, this is Mike, Peter, Micky and Davy."
"Pleased to meet you, Tommy." Mike said, as he and the others shook his hand.
"Same here, Mike." Tommy replied.
Just then, a young woman wearing a shepardess outfit ran into the room.
"Jingle, oh it's so good to see you!" She exclaimed, giving Jingle a big hug.
"I made it back and brought help too!" Jingle said, indicating the Monkees
"I never thought your crazy plan would work, but I guess it did." The woman said, then looked at the guys, "Hi, I'm Bo Peep. I guess you could say Tommy and I are partners in crime with Jingle, trying to find a way to stop the Gadgetman."
"Nice to meet you, Bo." Micky said.
"Come on, I have tea boiling and cookies baked, so let's go!" Bo said, leading the group into the next room. "I wish we could talk upstairs in the kitchen, but those metal monsters have been here several times looking for you, Jingle. We can't take the risk of you being seen."
"I think I landed the balloon too close to town, and several people saw us. I was hoping they wouldn't miss me at the factory, but it seems not much happens that Gadgetman doesn't know about." Jingle replied, shaking her head.
"What's will happen to the balloon?" Peter asked.
"It will disintegrate." Jingle said, "That's why Tommy made a clear one for me, so it wouldn't be spotted as we came in for a landing."
Everyone sat around the fireplace, and Bo poured out hot cups of peppermint tea and passed around a plate of Christmas cookies.
"Mmmm, these are delicious!" Davy said, helping himself to another cookie.
"Thank you, I'm glad you like them." Bo said, "Now, we must figure out what to do next."
"Fighting those metal men are out of the question." Tommy said, "They are much too strong for regular people like us to battle."
"Why not try and find the Toymaker and see if he could do something?" Peter asked.
"I work as an engineer at the factory." Tommy replied, "I've looked around as much as I can, but I don't know where Gadgetman has the Toymaker prisoner."
"If we could find him, maybe he could at least figure out how to shut down Gadgetman's machine he built." Jingle said.
"I've tried to get near that machine too, but it's guarded by those metal men." Tommy said, shaking his head. "No one but the Gadgetman goes near it."
"Why don't we sneak into the factory and try and see what's going on?" Micky suggested.
"Yeah, we could hide in boxes or something and maybe go where you can't go, Tommy." Mike put in.
"It might be dangerous." Jingle said.
"So was shrinking yourself down, traveling hundreds of miles and hoping someone would help you." Davy said, "We can't let this Gadgetman and whatever his plan is, continue."
The other Monkees were in agreement.
"Okay, I'm working the night shift tonight." Tommy said, "I'll sneak you four inside in some crates and hopefully you'll be able to find the Toymaker. In the morning, I'll sneak you out with the finished toys."
"Sounds like a plan." Mike said.
Bo looked at her watch, "I have to go, and my sheep are always getting lost. Good luck on your plans."
"Thank you, Bo." Jingle said, "Take care of yourself."
"I will, toodles." Bo said, as she climbed up into Jingle's house and let herself out.
"I guess this means I'll have to stay down here now." Jingle said, frowning.
"Hopefully it won't be too long, dear." Tommy said, giving her a kiss, “and we’ll all be free to move about Toyland again.”

Meanwhile at the toy factory, Barnaby, the Gadgetman looked at the projection one of his metal men was showing against a blank wall. As programmed, the metal man had taken video of anything that looked or sounded suspicious. Gadgetman twirled the ends of his pencil-thin mustache as he watched video of Jingle and the Monkees running away.
"Yes, that's Jingle all right." Gadgetman said, "But who are those four men with her? I can't have strangers interfering with my plans when it's so close to Christmas!"
Just then, there was a knock on the door.
"Enter!" Gadgetman shouted.
He then turned to see Bo walking in, not looking very happy.
"Ah, my little Bo Peep!" Gadgetman smiled, "I do hope you have some news for me. Otherwise, I just might have a lamb dinner!"

Bo gulped and said,"We have some visitors to Toyland."
"We do asked the Gadgetman, Who may I ask are these visitors."
"All I can is that they are friends of Jingle Belle."
Barnaby smiled another evil grin and said,"Thank you Bo,
Be sure to get more information on these friends of Jingle and keep a close eye on them."
"Yes sir," said Bo.
She then left.
Barnaby sat back in his chair and said,"I'm going to find thses visitors and stop them from whatever they can be up to."
He then let out a cackling laugh.

"But if Jingle brought them here to stop me, and why else would they be here," Gadgetman continued, "Perhaps I'll let them come to me! Ha Ha!" He then dismissed the metal man and went back to work.

That evening, Tommy and the Monkees crept over to the Toy factory. Over to the side, they could see crates of boxes being brought in by wagons.
"That's your ticket inside." Tommy told them, "Once you're inside, try and find the Toymaker."
"How do we get into those wagons?" Micky asked.
"Leave that to me." Tommy said, then came out of hiding and started to cross in front of one of the wagons.
Suddenly, Tommy tripped and fell. The wagon, driven by a cowboy, pulled the reins on his horses to stop the wagon.
"Hey, be careful there, Tommy." The cowboy said, unaware that the Monkees were climbing aboard and climbing into the crates.
"Sorry Jeb." Tommy said, getting up and dusting himself off, "I guess I'm just clumsy."
"Move along!" A metal man shouted at him.
"Yes sir." Tommy said, running off. He paused for a moment to watch the Monkees' wagon go inside the factory, and then walked over to the employees' entrance to go inside.

The wagon carrying the Monkees rumbled along inside the factory and then stopped.
"Can we get out now?" Peter asked from his crate, "It's crowded in here."
"Yeah, I had to take some stuff out to fit in here." Micky added from inside his crate.
"Quiet!" Mike said from his own crate, "We have to make sure we're alone first."
A metal man lumbered over to the wagon. "What is in here?" He demanded.
"Just doll clothing." Jeb replied.
"Achoo!" Went Peter.
"What was that?" The metal man said.
"I didn't hear anything." Jeb said truthfully.
"My hearing has been electronically enhanced." The metal man replied, "I heard something." He then began to look through the crates.
Just then, Gadgetman walked over. "What's going on?" He demanded. "What is the holdup?"
"I heard a voice among these crates, master." The metal man replied.
Gadgetman twirled his mustache for a moment. "Your sensors are working overtime." He said finally, "Unload these crates and let the next wagon pull up."
"Yes, master." The metal man replied, then quickly lifted each crate off the wagon and placed it on the floor, then dismissed Jeb. The wagon driver quickly drove his wagon away.
"What's in these crates?" Gadgetman asked.
"Doll clothes." The metal man replied.
"Doll clothes, you say?" Gadgetman said, opening up one of the crates, "This looks like scrap metal to me! Take these crates to the furnace and dump these contents into the furnace to be melted down!"
"Did he say 'melted down'?" Davy asked, getting nervous.
"Shhh." Mike whispered.
The metal man placed the crates onto a conveyor belt, which moved along to the furnace. Through cracks in the crates, the Monkees could see that they were getting closer to the furnace!
"Guys, let's get out of here!" Micky yelled.
With that, the Monkees broke open the tops of the crates, jumped off the conveyor..., and found themselves surrounded by metal men! Gadgetman then walked over, a smug smile on his face.
"Well, what do we have here?" He sneered, "Spies or perhaps saboteurs?"
"No, just us Monkees, heh heh." Mike said.
"I knew you four would try to sneak into my factory, and this was the most obvious way to do it." Gadgetman said, very pleased with himself, "Now nothing will stop my plans!"
"What are your plans?" Micky wanted to know. "And what did you do to the Toymaker?"
"The Toymaker is safely locked up in the Toyland jail, along with the former mayor." Gadgetman replied, "And as for my plans, let's just say my toys will make me a very wealthy man the day after Christmas. Now...I want some answers from you four." He said sinisterly, "Where is Jingle hiding?"
"You mean Jingle Belle, who has long brown hair and wears a red and green dress?" Davy asked.
"Yes, that's her." Gadgetman replied.
"Never saw her before." Davy smiled, and the other Monkees laughed.
"So want to be funny, eh?" Gadgetman said angrily, "I can be a funny man too." He turned to his metal men, "Take them out to the town square and put them in the stocks. Leave them there until dawn, let the townspeople do what they want to them, and then put them in jail. Maybe then, they'll be ready to answer my questions."
So the Monkees were put in stocks at the town square, sitting on stools with their hands and feet locked up. Fortunately, there weren't many people about at night, so only a few people came over to look.
At dawn, the Monkees were let out of the stocks and put in jail. Their cell was opposite the one of a kindly looking man who looked sadly at his new companions.
"What are you four in for?" The man said.
"We tried to sneak into Gadgetman's toy factory." Davy replied.
"Who are you?" Peter asked.
"I'm the Toymaker, former owner of that very factory." The man replied.

A young woman, who had been sitting in the corner of the cell, came and stood next to the Toymaker. "Uncle Edgar, you know better than to talk to strangers!" she said, looking at the Monkees with a scowl on her face. "You don't know if they're working for Gadgetman or not!"
"Now, now, Theodora," the Toymaker replied. "These young men are prisoners here, just like us. If they were working for Gadgetman, do you really think they would be here in jail with us? Or would they be out in the toy factory?"
The young woman's face turned as red as her long curly hair. "It's Ted, Uncle Edgar! Not Theo or Dora or Theodora!" She took a deep breath, attempting to calm herself down. "And I suppose you're right, Uncle, these boys probably wouldn't be here if they were working for Gadgetman."
The Toymaker patted Ted's shoulder. "That's better." He turned back to the Monkees. "Well, since Ted and I have introduced ourselves, in a roundabout way at least, I'd say it's time we learned who you young gentlemen are, hmm?" Mike cleared his throat.
"Um, well, we're the Monkees. I'm Michael Nesmith."
Peter smiled. "Peter Tork."
Davy looked at Ted and grinned. "Davy Jones, at your service."
Micky waved. "And I'm Micky Dolenz."
"As to how we got here," Mike continued. "Jingle Belle brought us to Toyland in her balloon, we met Tommy and Bo Peep at her house and then Tommy tried to sneak us into the factory but..."
"You got caught," Ted finished.
Mike nodded. "We spent last night in the stocks for our troubles before the Metal Men brought us here and locked us up."
"But Jingle's alright?" Ted asked, a look of concern in her eyes. "The Metal Men haven't found her or Tommy or Bo Peep yet?"
"I don't think so, but it sounded like Gadgetman was on to her," Mike replied. "He asked about her when he captured us."
Ted growled and punched the cell wall, immediately regretting it as she clutched her throbbing hand. "If he finds them, we're all in trouble!"
The Toymaker shook his head. "Getting angry won't solve this, Ted. You know that."
"Listen to your uncle," said the Mayor, who was locked in the cell next to the Monkees. "If Jingle brought these boys to help us, then help us is exactly what they'll do."
Ted sighed. "In that case, we better try and escape. Tonight."
"There's just one problem," said Peter.
"What's that?" asked Davy.
"How do we get out?"
"We need to come up with a plan," said Micky.
"Maybe one of us can come up with something," said Mike.
And with that, the Monkees, Ted, and Edgar gathered around, while the mayor listened in carefully from his cell.
"Uncle, you still have a few of your tools right?" asked Ted.
"Why yes I do," said Edgar.
He looked and saw that his belt was filled with all sorts of tools, then looked to the corner of the sell and spotted his box.
"We can use these items to help us escape."
"Capital idea Edgar," said the mayor.
And with that, everyone began their escape for that very night.

Later that evening, everyone put their plan into action. The Monkees began to yell and bang on the bars of their cell.
"Hey you metal scrap heap!" Micky shouted, "We want to talk to you!"
"We want something to eat!" Mike shouted too.
A metal man guard lumbered over to them. "Stop making noise!" He demanded.
"But we're hungry, we haven't eaten all day!" Peter protested.
"Or at least let us out of here!" Davy added.
While the guys kept the guard busy, the Toymaker reached out from his cell across the aisle and quickly opened the guard's back hatch. Using pliers from his tool belt, the Toymaker snipped several wires.
"My master has ordered that you stay here until...until...un..til..." The metal man guard repeated as his voice circuits were cut.
The Toymaker snipped a few more wires and the metal man collapsed onto the floor.
"Great job, Uncle!" Ted exclaimed.
Mike reached out and grabbed the guard's keys. He then quickly opened the Monkees' cell, then walked over and opened the one holding the Toymaker and his niece.
"Now let's get out of here." Micky said as he and the other Monkees got of their cell.
Just then, another metal man marched over to them. "You will return to your cells immediately." He ordered.
Ted had another idea though. She kicked the door of her cell wide open. It slammed into the metal man and knocked him against the wall. The Toymaker tried to deactivate the guard like he did the last one, but this second guard was too quick. It grabbed his arm and yanked him off his feet, his tools clattering to the ground. Ted grabbed for the tools, but the guard grabbed her too and yanked her up.
"You will return to your cells." The guard said once again.
"Put us down!" Ted yelled.
Suddenly, the metal man froze and dropped the Toymaker and Ted to the ground. It then fell flat on its face on top of the other guard.
Everyone looked to see Tom standing there, wire snips in his hand.
"Looks like I can just in time." He remarked.
"Tom, are we ever glad to see you!" Davy exclaimed.
"Same here." Tom replied, "I found out what happened, and came over here after my shift was over, hoping maybe to break you all out."
"So what do we do now?" Peter asked, "Do we go back to the toy factory?"
"No, there are too many metal men guarding that place." The Toymaker replied, "We were lucky we got the jump on these two, but we'll need some other idea to stop them so I can shut down Gadgetman's plans for good."
"We better get back to Jingle's hideout." Tom said, "We should be safe there and we can plan what to do next."
"And get something to eat." Micky put in.
Everyone laughed and agreed that that was the best idea and they quickly left the jail, being careful not to be spotted.

When they had safely returned to Jingle Belle's cellar, the Toymaker, Ted, the Monkees and the Mayor were all gathered around the table discussing what to do for their next move.

"We need to try and take back Uncle Edgar's factory," said Ted, "But of course that means we need to try and get inside the factory and we all know how that turned out when you boys tried it," she finished, looking at the Monkees pointedly.

"Why did Gadgetman take over your factory anyway, Mr. Toymaker?" Peter asked.

"Well, as Jingle probably explained to you," the Toymaker began. "Barnaby, Gadgetman, came to Toyland claiming he was a cousin of mine and Jingle, thinking that Barnaby was telling the truth, allowed him entrance to my factory. Ted and I greeted him with open arms, because we - rather stupidly, I might add - also believed him to be family. We gave him a tour of the factory, had a fine meal prepared and treated him as our honored guest. But when we retired for the evening, Ted and I were stolen from our beds by Barnaby's metal men."

"Uncle Edgar and I awoke in the jail," Ted said, continuing their story. "In the cell where you found us. We heard everything, every stinking lie about Uncle Edgar going to vacation and leaving the factory to Barnaby, but it wasn't like we could deny what he said, considering we were stuck in jail and he, well, wasn't. And no one thought to look for us in the jail because we very rarely use it, Toyland being a peaceful place, after all." She sighed. "Thankfully Jingle, Tommy and Bo figured out something was wrong and set this place up as headquarters. This is the only safe place to talk in Toyland at the moment."
"But how are we going to get into the factory?" Micky asked. "We got caught last time and if we try and do the same thing again..."
"You'll just be caught again," the Mayor finished.
Mike got an idea. "Maybe not. Not if what I'm thinkin' works." He looked at Ted, "You and your uncle are good with machines, right?"
Ted nodded. "Of course we are, I'm the best mechanic my uncle's got! If any of the machinery in the factory breaks down and Jingle and the others can't fix it from the inside, I'm the one Uncle Edgar gets to take a look at it."
"Good. Here's my idea, the fellas and I are gonna disguise ourselves as Metal Men and sneak into the factory. When we're inside we can go check out Gadgetman's machine and find what it's doin' to the toys!"
Ted wasn't sure whether to be impressed or to look at the Monkee incredulously. "And what's that got to do with me?"
"Well, I was wonderin' if you were up for a little huntin'."
"Hunting?" Ted paused for a moment. Her eyes widened as she realized what he meant. "You want to catch a metal man! You want to catch a metal man, bring him here so I can take out the insides and then you can wear it like a costume!" she grinned, "Oh, that's just brilliant!"
"There's just one problem with that, Mike," said Davy, who pointed to himself. "What about me? Those metal men are much taller than I am!"
"I could fit some stilts into one of the metal men's legs?" Ted suggested.
"That might work," Mike replied with a nod. "Either way, we'll figure somethin' out."
Before anything more could be said about Mike's plan, there was a knock on the cellar door. "Hello?" a familiar voice stage whispered. "Jingle, are you there? The door's stuck!"
It was Bo Peep.
"Hold on, Bo," Ted whispered back. "I'll open it for you."
"Be careful, dear, you don't know you might be out there," the Toymaker warned.
"Don't be silly, I'm just going to jimmy the door so that Bo can open it herself!"
She went to the door and gave it a good hard shove, which ended up being hard enough so that the door opened by itself and landed on the grass. Ted poked her head out through the doorway and came face to face with... "Barnaby!"
The evil man, flanked by two of his metal men, stood before her and twirled his moustache. "So good to see you again, my dear."

"Long time, no see," Ted replied, gritting her teeth.
Bo Peep stood beside Barnaby looking sad and forlorn. "I'm sorry, Ted, I had to bring him here. He was going to eat my sheep if I didn't!"
Ted looked at Bo Peep, her green eyes tinged with sadness. "You betrayed us..." She tried to duck back into the cellar but one of the metal men reached out and grabbed the door before she could close it while the other grabbed Ted's wrist and pulled her outside. "Run everybody! Barnaby's found us! It's a raid!" she yelled at the top of her lungs as more of the metal men began to descend the cellar stairs.
"Jingle, you heard Ted," said Micky "We gotta split! Is there another way outta here?"
Thinking quickly, Jingle and Tommy lead the remainder of the group to a secret passage at the back of the cellar. "Tommy and I made this just in case of emergencies."
"Good," Mike said with a nod. "Once we're out we can work on rescuin' Ted."
Jingle and Tommy entered the passage first, the Mayor and the Toymaker following close behind. Davy went next, then Micky, but before Mike or Peter could follow, the two men found themselves grabbed by the metal men from behind, dragged back through the cellar and brought outside where Barnaby was waiting.
Barnaby looked at his three captives gleefully. "Take them to the factory," he ordered the metal men. "I had hoped to catch all of our little resistance army, but these three will do for what I have planned."

Everyone who had escaped quickly ran down the passage and up another ladder. This one opened up in the middle of a forest. After a quick head count, they realized Peter and Mike were gone.
"Oh no, Gadgetman has them too!" Peter cried.
"And my niece." The Toymaker said sadly.
"Well, now what?" Micky asked, "Mike never finished telling us his plan."
"We can use part of Mike's idea, and an idea of my own." The Toymaker replied.
"What's the plan?" Tommy asked.
"We'll use the metal men's shells as uniforms, but when we get over to the factory, we'll split up." The Toymaker replied. "Right behind the factory is a small supply building, where I keep spare parts and toy models. While you, Jingle, Micky and Davy go into the factory and see what's happened to the toys, I'll bring out some 'factory rejects' that will come in handy."
"What about me?" The mayor asked.
"Go back home and try to get people you can trust and have them come to the front of the factory." The Toymaker said, "You'll be needed for a diversion."
So the Mayor snuck back into town, while the others went back over to the factory.

Staying in the forest as much as possible, Tommy, Jingle, the Toymaker, Micky and Peter finally reached the factory's outer limits. They hid behind a long tall row of hedges. The factory was on the outskirts of town and behind it was the supply building. Several metal men were patrolling the grounds; obviously, Gadgetman had ordered them to keep alert.
"This is as far as we can go without being seen." Tommy told the others.
The Toymaker nodded, looking over at the supply building, "Yes, and most of the guards are around the factory. Not as many are around the supply building." He looked at Jingle. "Time to put our plan into action."
Jingle nodded, and stepped out from between the bushes and walked toward a metal man.
"Hey tin britches!" She yelled.
The metal man turned. "You will come with me." He ordered, starting to walk toward her.
"You have to catch me first!" She yelled, heading back between the hedges.
The metal man was surprisingly fast, and only seconds after Jingle had ran between the hedges, the metal man charged through too.
However, he had a surprise waiting for him. Hiding on either side of the hedge, Micky and Davy tripped the metal man using a tree branch. He crashed to the ground and the Toymaker made quick work of him using his wire cutters. Immediately, Tommy began to disassemble the metal man, pulling the gears and wire innards from him.
"One down, four to go." Micky said.
"My turn." Davy said, coming out from behind the hedges. He quickly spotted a metal man and ran up behind him.
"Anybody home?" Davy teased, knocking on the metal man's back.
The metal man spun and tried to grab Davy, but Davy was too quick and ran back toward the hedges. As soon as it was through the hedges, it met the same fate as the other metal man. The toymaker quickly looked at some of the metal man's wiring.
"It seems Gadgetman is almost as good as me in making mechanical things." He said, "Quite sophisticated stuff."
"There's another one." Micky said, "My turn."
Micky ran out of the hedges toward another metal man. "Hey, you reject from the Wizard of Oz, come here!" He then put his thumbs in his ears and wiggled his fingers.
The metal man looked at Micky, but instead of instantly following Micky, he motioned for two other metal men to join him! Then all three began walking toward Micky!
"Uh oh." Micky said, panicking.
He charged through the hedge, "Party crashers!" He shouted.
The first metal man that went though the hedge was tripped according to plan. The one behind him tripped over first. But the third one stopped and stayed upright!
Davy brought the tree branch down on the metal man's head, but the branch just broke in half. The metal man picked Davy up by the throat.
"Put him down!" Jingle demanded, pulling on the metal man's arm.
The Toymaker deactivated the first metal man, but the second metal man knocked the Toymaker aside. Tommy and Micky charged the third metal man from behind and their combined weight knocked the robot off its feet. Tommy opened its back hatch and ripped out a handful of wires, causing the metal man to stop.
Davy sat up, rubbing his throat.
"Are you okay, Davy?" Micky asked.
"Yeah, but we gotta save the Toymaker!" Davy exclaimed.
The second metal man had the Toymaker by the shoulders and was shaking him. While the others grabbed its arms, Tommy got behind the metal man, opened its hatch and ripped out the wiring. The metal man finally stopped shaking the Toymaker and collapsed to the ground.
"Thank you, my friends." The toymaker said, taking a deep breath. "Now let’s get to work, before these things are missed."
The five of them quickly put on the metal men's armor. Tom made some stilts out of branches, which made Davy tall enough to stand inside his suit.
They got ready just in the nick of time; two more metal men walked over.
"What are you doing?" One metal man asked.
"We thought we saw those troublemakers around here and we went to look." Micky replied in a mechanical voice. "They were not here."
The second metal man nodded. "We must continue to search. Come, let us look together."
So Micky, Davy, Tom, Jingle and the Toymaker had no choice but to follow the other metal men around the area, looking for the Toymaker. Suddenly, there was a commotion about one hundred yards away in the front of the factory. It was the mayor and several other citizens of Toyland protesting at the front gates.
"There is trouble, we must go." The first metal man said.
He and the other metal man turned and began to walk toward the gate. The others followed them for a little bit, then hid behind some pallets.
"I'm glad the mayor came through." Tom said.
"Yes, now I'll go over to the supply building, and you four go into the factory." The Toymaker said.
"Okay and good luck." Jingle said, patting his arm.
The Toymaker shuffled off to the supply building while the others walked unchallenged into the factory.

Tommy led the way through the factory, with Jingle, Micky and Davy right behind him. Toward the back of the factory sat the Gadgetman's special machine, guarded by four metal men. Micky took the lead and walked over to them.
"We are here to relieve you." He said in a mechanical voice.
"You are early." A metal man told him.
"Do you not want to re-charge?" Micky asked.
"We will leave." The metal man told him.
The four metal men shuffled off, leaving the four imposters standing in front of the machine. The conveyor belt was still moving, sending toys into the machine.
"Well, here it is, you two ready?" Davy asked Tom and Jingle.
"Yes, let's get this done." Tom replied.
He and Jingle walked over to the side of the machine and took off their metal coverings. Moving quickly, they pulled out their vials of shrinking potion and drank them. Within seconds, they had shrunk to the size of dolls, and were climbing inside Gadgetman's machine. Micky and Davy pushed the discarded metal coverings to the side and then stood guard by the machine.

Meanwhile, Ted, Mike and Peter had been taken in chains to the factory, where they were forced to stand in front of another sinister-looking machine. Gadgetman walked over to them, an evil smile on his face.
"Like my latest invention, fools?" He laughed. This machine had a wide conveyor belt with straps attached to the top. The belt led into the interior of the machine, though it was turned off right now.
"You won't succeed, Gadgetman." Ted said defiantly, "You'll never ruin Christmas or whatever you're trying to do!"
"Ruin Christmas?" Gadgetman replied melodramatically, hand over his heart, "My dear Ted, I'd never try and ruin Christmas for the millions of dear children throughout the world! I hope this Christmas will be the best one ever for them, that they get all the toys they want!"
"Then why are you trying to sabotage the toys?" Peter wanted to know.
"Oh, I'm not sabotaging them, dear boy, I'm augmenting them."
"Augmenting them?" Mike repeated. "What do you mean?"
"Let me show you." Gadgetman replied, motioning for the metal men guarding the captives to bring them along.
Gadgetman led the group over to his other machine...and right past a shocked Davy and Micky! Finally, they stopped at the back of the machine, where a conveyor belt was taking toy dolls over to other machines to be packed for shipment. Deftly, Gadgetman pulled a doll from the line and held it up for his captives to see.
"Look at this Betsy Wetsy doll." Gadgetman ordered, "It looks like an ordinary doll, doesn't it?"
Ted, Peter and Mike nodded their heads.
"Ah, but look at the back of the neck." Gadgetman said, turning the doll around.
Attached to the back of the doll, was a small round black dot, about the size of a dime.
Since Ted was a mechanic, she understood what Gadgetman was saying.
"You're making that doll do something other than wet, aren't you?" She asked angrily.
"Yes and no." Gadgetman replied, putting the doll back on the conveyor, "On Christmas morning, this doll will do exactly what it was made to do...but then, AFTER Christmas, that doll and all the others coming out of this machine will do what I've programmed it to do!"
Unnoticed by the others, Micky and Davy came behind the other metal men to listen what Gadgetman was saying.
"And what would that be?" Mike asked.
Gadgetman chuckled for a few seconds before answering. "They will come to life on the night of December 25th, and while everyone is sleeping in their beds, my reprogrammed toys will steal money, jewels, watches or whatever they can get their hands on, from the houses they're in! Ha Ha! They'll carry their loot outside, where my other inventions will collect it. Come December 26th I'll be the richest man in the world! HAHAHA!"

Gadgetman's laughter was cut short as he saw two more of his metal men dragging the mayor over to him.
"So Mayor, your little protest was for naught!" He said.
"You can't rule here forever!" The mayor exclaimed, "Eventually the citizens will fight back!"
"Not if you tell them not to." Gadgetman replied.
"I'll tell them to fight!" The mayor shouted.
"You'll tell them whatever I tell you to tell them after you've been put through my newest machine." Gadgetman said nastily, and then looked at the metal men who brought the mayor inside. "Put him into the Transformer!"
The two metal men took the mayor away, and Micky and Davy followed them.
"You fiend!" Ted said, kicking at Gadgetman but a metal man held her back.
"Don't worry, dear girl." Gadgetman said, twirling his mustache, "You and your friends will be next, but I wanted to show you the rest of this marvelous machine." He then showed his captives a switch on the side of the machine. "To make sure my augmented dolls do not start their jobs too soon, I've deactivated them until Christmas night. Then, they'll start their job!"

Meanwhile, Micky and Davy followed the two metal men as they dragged the mayor over to the first machine they had been guarding. The metal men lifted the mayor up onto the belt and began to strap him onto to it, when the metal men suddenly stopped. After a few seconds, they clattered to the ground. The mayor looked over at the two metal men still standing.
"What's going on?" He asked.
Micky and Davy pulled off their metal helmets.
"It's us, Mr. Mayor." Micky said, "We deactivated those two."
"Oh, thank goodness!" The mayor exclaimed, jumping off the belt. "Where's Jingle and Tommy?"
"Yes, where are Jingle and Tommy?" Gadgetman echoed.
Micky and Davy turned to look to see Gadgetman, his captives and several metal men walking over to them.
"And for that matter, where's the Toymaker, hmm?" Gadgetman continued. "Please don't tell me they're in the factory, I've already guessed that. I want to know where." He stopped in front of Micky, Davy and the mayor.
"They're all disguised like us, walking around the factory." Micky lied.
"Yes, that's possible." Gadgetman replied, rubbing his chin. "So I had best take care of all you meddlers now and look for them."
"What are you going to do with us?" Davy asked.
"You four boys plus the mayor are going to be the first ones to try out my new Transformer machine." Gadgetman said. "It will transform the five of you into living robots, who only obey my commands!"
"What about me?" Ted demanded.
"I have something much nicer planned for you, my dear." Gadgetman smiled, "You are going to marry me."
"Marry you?" Ted gasped in shock, "I'd rather be dunked in hot oil!"
Gadgetman grabbed Ted under her chin and forced her to look up at him, "I can arrange that quite easily, now will you marry me?"
"Never." Ted said fiercely.
Gadgetman pushed Ted toward the metal men, "Take her to the prep station and give her that dunking she wants."
The metal men dragged Ted away, screaming and fighting. Mike and Peter tried to stop them, but were instead herded over to Micky, Davy and the mayor.
"You four boys should've stayed out of Toyland's affairs." He said to the Monkees, shaking his head, "Perhaps I'll still find a use for you in the outside world. Put them all on the belt."
The metal men forced the Monkees and the mayor onto the Transformer machine's belt, and strapped them on.
"How's this machine going to turn us into robots?" Mike wanted to know.
"Very simple." Gadgetman replied, "A small part of your brains will be cut out and replaced by small computer chips. Don't worry, it's relatively painless."
"But I don't have much brains to begin with!" Peter cried.
"Then this shouldn't be a problem for you, then." Gadgetman laughed and walked over to the machine's switch.
Meanwhile, Jingle and Tommy were watching the scene from a gap inside Gadgetman's special machine. The two of them looked horrified upon hearing their friends’ terrible fates.
"What are we going to do, Tommy?" asked Jingle. "We have to stop the Monkees and the Mayor from being turned into robots!"
"And save Ted from being dunked in hot oil," Tommy added grimly.
Jingle burst into tears. "But we're so small right now, there's nothing we can do to help them!"
Tommy thought about what Jingle had said, and then his face brightened. "But we can do something, Jingle!"
"What?"
"Like you said, we're small right now. So, if we can get over to Gadgetman's Transformer machine, we can sabotage it from the inside so we can save the Mayor and the Monkees, then the Monkees can save Ted!"
Jingle hugged him. "That's brilliant!"
"We've done what we can with this machine, so let's go!" Tommy said.
He then jumped down off the machine and helped Jingle down, and then the two of them ran over to the Transformer machine. It was a lot farther than they thought, and much harder because of their small size. Just as Gadgetman pulled the Transformer machine switch, the two climbed inside.
The belt carrying the Monkees and the mayor began to move toward the machine's opening. Gadgetman rubbed his hands with glee.
"Now, I think I'll go see how Ted liked her bath!" He laughed.
Just then, there was a terrible crunching noise. Gadgetman turned to look and saw his special machine start to smoke!
"Oh no!" Gadgetman cried, "Not now!"
He ran over to the machine in time to see it stop completely and flames shoot up from the top.
Meanwhile, the Monkees and the mayor were slowly being rolled into the Transformer machine. They struggled to get free, but couldn't move. Up ahead of them, they could see several robotic arms getting ready to come down and work on their brains.
Suddenly, the belt stopped and Tommy and Jingle slid down one of the robotic arms. They landed on Peter's chest.
"Tommy! Jingle! Are we glad to see you two!" Peter cried.
"Same here." Tommy said, "We sabotaged Gadgetman's special machine and managed to stop this one."
Jingle and Tommy worked the straps on Peter's arm. When his arm was free, he was able to free the rest of his body.
Outside the Transformer machine, two metal men noticed the belt had stopped and were working the controls to get it to start again. One of them gave the machine a good swift kick and the Transformer machine came back to life! Inside the Transformer machine, the belt began to move and the robotic arms began to descend down toward Micky, Mike, Davy and the mayor who were all still strapped to the belt!
"Uh oh." Jingle said.
Peter raced over to Mike and began to free his arms. When Mike's arms were free, he was able to free himself while Peter went to work freeing Micky. The belt then came to a stop and the robotic arms came down, but Davy and the mayor were still strapped tight!
"Somebody, help!" Davy cried.
Mike was free now and he raced over and tried to keep the robotic arms and their sharp tips away from Davy, while Peter freed Micky. When Micky was free, he went to release the mayor while Peter helped Mike free Davy.
Finally, everyone was free and unharmed, except that the mayor had a small cut on his forehead.
"That was way too close." Mike breathed.
"Thank you, Jingle and Tommy." The mayor said, "I'll make sure to give you all an award for this!"
"Thanks, Mr. Mayor." Tommy said, "But right now, Jingle and I are going to take care of this machine."
"And we're going to go save Ted." Micky said.
"Where would they have taken her?" Davy asked Tom and Jingle.
"She'll be up near the front of the factory." Tom replied. "That's where all the parts are prepared before they're put together."
"Then that's where we'll go." Davy said, jumping up onto the belt and crawling on it toward the machine opening.
The other Monkees got up on the belt and followed him as well. Micky looked back at the mayor.
"Sir, you better stay inside here." He said, "You should be safe."
"I'll help Tom and Jingle rip apart this machine." The mayor said.
So the Monkees climbed out of the machine...only to be spotted by two metal men!
The guys scrambled off the side of the belt opposite the two robots and continued running toward the front of the factory. They climbed up and around several more machine belts, ducked between the other toy machines and finally reached the front.
"Do you see her?" Mike asked.
"Up there!" Peter exclaimed.
The Monkees looked up and saw Ted hanging by her wrists to a hook on a conveyor line. Hanging on the other hooks were gears and other machine parts. Further down, they could see the line dip down dunk the gears into a vat of oil, so they could be placed into mechanical toys such as cars or trains.
"Help!" Screamed Ted.
"We gotta get to her!" Mike shouted.
Just then, several metal men ran toward them from several directions. Seeing that the only way to go was up, the Monkees climbed up onto a machine and jumped from the top of one machine to the other until they were at the beginning of the conveyor line. The climbed onto the platform, which sat several boxes of gears ready for their lubrication. The platform also contained two metal men who were in charge of putting the gears onto the hooks. They stopped their work when the saw the Monkees and ran toward them, but the Monkees jumped to the side at the last second. The two metal men fell off the platform and crashed to the ground below. Davy hit a red button on a metal stand and the conveyor instantly stopped.
"Now let’s see if I can reverse things." Davy said. "And bring Ted back to us." Davy flipped a lever and the conveyor slowly began to reverse, bringing Ted back over to them.
Just then, Gadgetman and several more metal men climbed up onto the platform.
"Leave that alone!" He told Davy as the metal men grabbed Mike, Micky and Peter.
Gadgetman rushed over and flipped the lever in the other direction and the conveyor began to go forward once again!
"There!" Gadgetman said in triumph, "I've sent little Theodora in the right direction...to the same place I'll put you four!"
Without warning, Davy jumped and grabbed one of the hooks going by and let it carry him away from the platform.
"What a fool!" Gadgetman laughed, "He thinks he's safe, but he'll get a dunking just like Ted!" He turned back to the other Monkees. "Perhaps you three would like to join him?"
Just then, there was a commotion on the work floor below. Gadgetman looked over the railing and his mouth dropped open in shock.
Marching through the factory were six foot tall Christmas toy soldiers! They wore red jackets and black pants and tall black hats. In their hands were wooden rifles, with which the soldiers fired electric bolts at the metal men. The electricity short-circuited the metal men and they collapsed instantly, their insides smoking.
"The Toymaker came through!" Micky shouted for joy.

Meanwhile, Davy grabbed the conveyor belt and began to swing hand over hand to Ted. After several seconds, he could see Ted ahead of him, trying to grab onto the belt as well, but her shackles stopped her.
"Ted, I'm coming!" Davy shouted.
"Help me!" Ted shouted over to him.
The conveyor belt began to dip down as it came closer to the vat of oil. It also suddenly dropped several inches due to Davy's weight.

Back on the platform, Gadgetman was beside himself with rage.
"NO! This can't be, I will not be defeated!" He screamed, the spun toward his metal men, "Throw them off the platform!" He ordered.
The metal men pushed the three Monkees over to the edge of the platform...only to be hit by electric bolts. Within seconds, the metal men were little more than heaps of metal.
"Give it up, Gadgetman." Mike told him, "You've lost."
The toy soldiers were beginning to climb up to the platform.
"I don't lose, I re-organize." He sneered.
With that, he pulled his hatband down over his chin and pressed a button on the hat brim. From the top of his hat popped out propellers. Hitting another button on his hat brim, the propellers began to spin and he lifted off the ground...but not before hitting the lever on the metal stand. The conveyor carrying Ted and Davy began to move forward more quickly.
"I shall return!" Gadgetman laughed as he soared up into the air.
"Stop the conveyor!" Micky shouted.
Peter ran over and hit the red button, bringing the conveyor to a stop.

Meanwhile, unaware of what was going on, Davy finally reached Ted and freed her from the hook. The vat of oil was coming up fast.
"We have to try and climb!" Davy told her.
Just then, the conveyor stopped and Ted breathed a sigh of relief.
"We're saved." She said.
"Don't be too sure." Davy told her, "Gadgetman's on the control platform. He just might be playing with us."
All of a sudden, the conveyor dropped again. It had been designed for small, lightweight parts and Ted and Davy were too heavy for it. With a loud creaking noise, the conveyor's supports began to give way, slowly dropping the two of them toward the vat of oil.
"Thanks for trying to save me, Davy." Ted said, giving him a kiss.
"At least I'll die with a pretty girl in my arms." Davy smiled.
The conveyor then collapsed and Davy and Ted fell...into a floating car driven by none other than the Toymaker!
"Looks like I was just in time." The Toymaker said.
"Uncle!" Ted cried.
"Mister Toymaker!" Davy shouted.
"Glad to see you two are alright." The Toymaker said.
"What about my friends?" Davy asked.
"They're fine." The Toymaker replied, "Those large toy soldiers I made by mistake came in handy after all. They've destroyed the metal men."
"What about Gadgetman?" Ted wanted to know as Davy removed her shackles.
"There's your answer, Ted." Davy said, pointing up toward the factory roof.
Gadgetman was flying toward an open skylight. Within a few seconds, he'd be gone.
"He's getting away!" Ted shouted.
"Not if I can help it." The Toymaker replied, sending the floating car up after Gadgetman.
The Toymaker pushed a button on the control panel of his flying car and small rubber disks shot out of the front of the car. Several of them hit Gadgetman, knocking him around, but he still continued toward the skylight.
Suddenly, the skylight began to close just as Gadgetman came toward it. Gadgetman accelerated his propeller hat, but the skylight clamped shut on the propeller shaft, trapping Gadgetman and leaving him hanging by his hat high in the air! He tried to push open the skylight, but in his struggles, his chinstrap came loose. Gadgetman grabbed frantically at his hat but missed...and fell right into the Toymaker's flying car. Davy quickly grabbed the shackles and cuffed Gadgetman's hands as the Toymaker flew the car back down to the ground.
"Your evil gadget-making days are over, Gadgetman." The Toymaker said.
"Yeah, we'll make sure the only things you work with are a pickaxe and shovel from now on." Ted added.
"I wonder who operated the skylight?" Davy wondered.
As the flying car came down to the factory floor, the Toymaker, Davy, Ted and Gadgetman could see none other than Bo Peep standing by the skylight control. She had her staff in one hand and the other hand on her hip and had a satisfied smile on her face. Surrounding her were her beloved sheep.

The Toymaker glided the car back down to the factory floor where Mike, Peter, Micky, Bo and several toy soldiers were waiting for them.
Micky, Mike and Peter pulled Davy out of the car and gave him a group hug. Ted gave Bo a hug too, while the toy soldiers pulled Gadgetman from the car.
"Edgar, listen to me!" He cried, "Don't throw this opportunity away! Let's join forces! With my gadgets on your toys we can be the richest men in the world!"
"No, Barnaby." The Toymaker replied, shaking his head, "I'm already rich; I have family, friends and I'm making millions of children happy. You can't put a price on that."
Just then, a normal-sized Jingle and Tommy ran over, with the mayor right behind them. Jingle and Tommy gave Ted and the Monkees a hug, while the mayor looked a Gadgetman.
"Well Gadgetman, it seems your evil plans are at an end. Jingle, Tommy and I dismantled your terrible machine, so it can never be used again." He looked at the toy soldiers, "Take him to the jail."
The toy soldiers grabbed Gadgetman by the arms and led him away.
"Those toy soldiers are groovy, Mr. Toymaker." Peter said, "Where did you get them?"
"I made them by accident last year." The Toymaker replied with a smile, "Instead of six hundred one-foot soldiers, I programmed the machine to make one hundred six-foot soldiers. Nobody wanted such large toys, so I put them in my storage building until I could find a use for them...and I did."
"They came just in time." Micky said.
"So what will happen to the toys that were already altered?" Mike wanted to know.
"Nothing." Jingle said simply, "We destroyed the machine and the switch that turned on their programming so if anybody notices the device, it won't matter anyway."
"I'll make sure those devices are removed from any toys that are still here." The Toymaker added.
"So that's that." Davy said.
"Not quite, young man." The mayor said. "There's still this matter of an award for saving Toyland."

So the next day, there was a big public ceremony at the town square. The stocks the metal men had installed had been removed and burned, so there was plenty of room for the Monkees, Jingle, Tommy, Ted and Bo to receive their medals. Afterwards, there was a big feast in the dining hall.
Soon however, it was time to say goodbye. Everyone in Toyland came to see the Monkees off. The Toymaker, the mayor, Ted, Tommy and Bo all said their goodbyes.
"Thank you once again for your help, gentlemen." The Toymaker said again, "Because of you, Christmas will still be a time of happiness for children of all ages."
"Glad to be of help, sir." Davy said.
"Come visit us again, soon." Ted said, then gave Davy a long kiss.
"Believe it." Davy smiled while the other Monkees giggled.
With a final wave to the crowds, the Monkees climbed aboard the waiting balloon. Jingle closed the hatch and the balloon lifted off from Toyland and she glided it back home to Malibu.

THE END