The Monkees puppy
Hi there! so I do hope you like this story. I thought randomly one day when I was at school :P please review to let me know if you like it or not. Because i have an idea of where I'm going with this story and i want to know if i should continue it. thanks! :) (I know the chapter is a little short but i got plenty more ideas in my brain.)
Disclaimer: I do not own the Monkees. however I do own all the OC's and Freckles.
Chapter 1: Gigs and puppy dog tails
Mike: We're the band that Mrs. Vandersnoot hired for the party is who we are.
Butler: There must be some mistake. We were expecting four gentlemen.
Mike: Uh, would you accept four ladies who shave?-The Christmas Show
Somewhere in Southern California:
The Monkees were playing at a birthday party for a young girl. Usually the four boys did not enjoy playing for birthday parties but Mr. Young, the girl's father, said he would pay a hefty sum for the party. The drummer was singing a song now about a taking a train to Clarksville, the blonde bass player and the shorter boy who would occasionally hit his leg with a tambourine were dancing and singing back-up. On the other side of the drums was another boy with dark hair hidden underneath a green wool hat, his face showed his concentration on his twelve-stringed guitar.
The song ended and the four boys walked off the stage "Wow! That was a lot of fun!" said the drummer bouncing up and down. "Micky, please calm down before you run into something." Wool hat responded. Micky stopped jumping long enough to go back up on the stage and start putting his drums away on a cart he had brought.
"Mike?" the blonde turned to the boy with the wool hat.
"Yes, Peter?"
"Is this going to be enough money to pay for the rent and some more food?" Mike turned to face the bassist and nodded. Peter turned his small grin into a huge dimpled smile and ran off to help Micky. The shorter boy was standing next to Peter and almost got knocked over when he ran off.
"'ey Peter watch where you going!" The shorter boy said with a thick Manchester accent. Mike turned to his short friend and put a hand on his shoulder and said,
"Davy, leave him alone. Come on lets go get our money." Davy just sighed and followed Mike over to where Mr. Young and his daughter were standing. Mr. Young saw Mike and Davy coming to him and smiled and said, "Well, boys I really enjoyed your music! Here's your money" Mr. Young handed Mike around $200 dollars. Mike smiled and said a small thank you. Mike and Davy started walking over to where Peter and Micky were, but both boys were stopped by a short middle-aged man who was currently losing hair on his head and had a cigar sticking out of his mouth.
"Boys are you the boys who just played for the party?" the man said with a thick New York accent. Davy looked to Mike and grabbed his arm.
"Yes Sir, we are two of the musicians who played." Mike said. The man relaxed and sighed and said
"Well, get your other friends because I gotta tell ya something'"
Davy nodded and ran off to find Peter and Micky. Once he got up to the other musicians he grabbed Micky's arm and started pulling on it and saying "Come on you two! Someone needs us." Micky and Peter followed after Davy to where Mike and the other man were standing.
"Guys, this is Mr. Elton and he knows some top record producers." Mike said putting his hand on Mr. Elton's shoulder. Davy beamed when he said this. Micky and Peter both looked stunned. Mr. Elton cleared his throat and spoke up "Boys, I may not be able to get you see the producers on your own. But I do know when they are holding auditions and other things."
"Can you get us to audition for them?" Micky asked. Mr. Elton shrugged his shoulders and said "I don't know when their next audition is, but if you give me your information I can call you tomorrow and tell you when."
"That's wonderful" Mike said.
Mike then exchanged numbers with Mr. Elton and after Mr. Elton said goodbye and walked away, the four boys gathered their instruments and walked to the car. Mike started the car and took off to their home. The Monkees were smiling all the way and didn't even realize this is just the start of a big adventure.
Somewhere else in southern California:
"Freckles fetch!" a young boy yelled as he threw a stick far, and a small Jack Russell Terrier took off after the stick.
"James is Freckles going to come back?" a blonde hair, blue eyed girl asked her older brother. James turned around to face his younger sister and nodded. The Jackson family had just recently added an addition to the household a small Jack Russell Terrier named Freckles about three months ago. The children had spent the last 5 months begging their parents for a dog, and finally they gave in.
James watched Freckles take off after the stick, pick it up then comes running back towards him. Once Freckles brought the stick to James he started barking and wagging his tail as if he was saying "Again again! Throw it again!" James picked up the stick and with all his might, the stick went flying into the air longer and farther than the last time. Freckles watched it fly over and ran after it barking all the way. Freckles had seen the stick fall near the entrance of the woods that the Jackson family lived by.
A little farther into the woods was a small broken down shed that once held beautiful plants and garden tools now held two grown men leaning over a table with a map of the town on it. "Drake?" asked one of the men, the one called Drake looked up from the map and rolled his eyes to his partner.
"What is it?" Drake said his voice had both hate and a hint of fatigue.
"When are we going to snatch some dogs?" Drake reached over the table and grabbed his partner's shirt and pulled him closer to himself. He was about to say something when he heard faint barking.
"Did you hear that?" Drake whispered. His partner shook his head. Drake put one of his fingers up to his mouth and pointed outside. His partner followed him out. The woods were all quiet except for the occasional bird or squirrel. Drake stopped just outside the shed and his partner did also.
"What did you hear?" his partner whispered to Drake, to say the least he was afraid it was the police considering what they were doing was a crime. Drake just shook his head and pointed back to the shed but stopped again when he stepped on a stick. His partner picked it up and threw it farther away from the shed.
Freckles was watching the whole time, he started growling when Drake stepped on the stick. Apparently Drake heard the growl and started coming towards him. He hit his partner in the chest and said "get the muzzle and the cage ready, Liam" Liam nodded and ran back into the shed, he grabbed the muzzle and the cage lining it with a thick blanket and he also threw a couple treats in there for good measure.
Drake started walking closer to where Freckles was now lying. Drake grinned as he thought how the boss would be happy that they caught another dog, to sell to top buyers around the world. Drake watched Freckles as he shifted from side to side. "Hi puppy" Drake said softly so Freckles wouldn't be frightened. He slowly stuck out his hand to the dog; Freckles slowly got up and walked over to Drake to smell his hand. Drake smiled even more now as he thought how stupid, you think a dog would be smarter than that. Freckles sniffed Drake's hand long enough for Drake to take his right hand and scoop up Freckles. Liam came back outside with the cage, Drake still holding onto Freckles pointed to behind the shed saying "get the car ready." Liam nodded and ran off behind the shed to a 1960's Ford Mustang. Drake set Freckles down long enough to rip off his collar and throw him into the cage. "You won't need this where you're going." Drake smiled and threw Freckles collar to the ground. Liam came back and told Drake "the car's ready." Freckles started whining for his family that he had only known for 3 months. Drake climbed into the driver's seat and Liam took the passengers. "Where we going Drake?" Drake smiled as he started the car saying "Malibu, Liam we're going to Malibu."
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