AUTHOR'S NOTE: I got the idea of "the Other Realm" from the TV show "Sabrina the Teenage Witch." The Monkees belong to themselves, Franky, Jezebel Orchid, and other incidental characters belong to me, Kate Nesmith belongs to Raybert Productions, and Lynn Dova belongs to my sister.
It was a Saturday afternoon. Peter was standing at the kitchen stove, stirring something in a pot. Mike had no idea what it was, but it smelled pretty awful.
"What the heck are you cookin' in there?" he asked, leaning over Peter's shoulder.
"Steamed vegetable medley," Peter replied.
"What kind of vegetables?"
"Oh, you know, broccoli, brussel sprouts, turnips, beets, and a rutabaga, for a dash of color."
"Eecchh! Even Micky wouldn't eat that, and he'll eat anythin'! Why can't we have somethin' good when it's your turn to cook?!"
"I'm trying to instill some healthy eating habits in Franky."
Mike rolled his eyes. He knew Peter's attempts at feeding his thirteen-year-old nephew steamed vegetables would prove to be futile, especially since Franky was a junk food addict. About an hour later, Peter's steamed vegetable medley was finished.
"Lunch!" he called, spooning his medley onto five plates.
"What is it?" Davy asked, poking at a brussel sprout.
"Steamed vegetable medley," Peter replied, proudly.
"Looks a little . . . . ." Davy said.
"Gross?" Franky suggested
"Franky!" Peter shouted. "You know you have to eat your vegetables!"
"But this stuff is, like, yucksville, man!" Franky shouted.
"It's good for you," Peter said. "And don't call me 'man'."
"I agree with Franky," Micky said. "This doesn't look very appetizing, I'll tell you. What say we order a pizza?"
"Pepperoni, sausage, or extra cheese?" Mike asked.
"Go for it all," Micky said. Mike nodded, and snapped his fingers. A pop was heard, and a large pepperoni, sausage, and extra cheese pizza magically appeared.
"That's great, Mike!" Micky shouted. "Boy, sometimes, I wish I had magic powers like you do!"
"There are times when I love bein' half warlock," Mike said. "I don't have to eat any of Peter's cookin' this way!"
"Harrumph!" Peter grumbled. He was a bit insulted, but there wasn't anything he could do about it. He just ate the steamed vegetable medley himself, while the others had pizza.
Things had been quiet in the Monkees lives lately. They hadn't gotten into any trouble dealing with their regular antics, and they hadn't had trouble from the supernatural side of things, either. Unfortunately, that wasn't going to last long. Trouble was brewing in a place known as the Other Realm, where the supernatural lived. There was a witch who wanted to rule the world, but she couldn't figure out how.
"Other witches have been defeated," she said. "I'm not sure how I'll be able to do this. Everybody who has tried to rule the world has failed. What do they do wrong? How can I do this?"
The witch opened up her spell book and tried to look for a source of power.
"Let's see . . ." she said. "I'm going to have to dig into this a bit."
The witch dug into her books over and over and over until she found something interesting.
"Well, well, well," she said. "This is interesting. A moon crystal has powers beyond belief. It will enable any witch to take control of the world. Perfect! All I have to do is get it! And that shouldn't be too hard."
The Other Realm Authorities knew everything about moon crystals. All this witch had to do was tap into the files and check it out. However, moon crystals were very rare, and hard to come by, but she did manage to find one person who owned one. And that was a young half-warlock musician named Michael Nesmith.
"Michael Nesmith," she said. "Doesn't seem like much. All I have to do is pour on the charm and boom! I'll get him to give me his moon crystal. All I have to do is lure him to the Other Realm."