AUTHOR'S NOTE: Considering this is one of my earliest fanfics, I find it fair to warn you this one has instances of some random moments. I decided to keep them in, just because I have a whacko sense of humor.
The Monkees were rehearsing "Last Train to Clarksville" for no reason in particular, just to stay fresh in case someone called for a gig. While they were rehearsing, Peter's thirteen-year-old nephew, Franky McAlister, came home from school, and he was sorting the mail.
"Mail call!" he called.
"Anything for me?" Peter asked.
"Let's look," Franky said, and he started flipping through the mail. "Current resident, that's for you, occupant that's for you, Love Potion Number Nine Magazine . . . ."
"That's for Davy," both Peter and Mike said at once.
"Thank you!" Davy shouted, grabbing the magazine before Franky got a chance to see it.
"What kind of magazine is that, anyway?" Franky asked. "Can I see it?"
"No you can't," Peter said. "You're too young."
"Aw, geez, Uncle Peter, how do you expect me to learn about biology if you don't let me look?" Franky asked.
"You can learn about biology when you're older," Peter said. "Like when you're thirty."
Franky gave his uncle a dirty look, and went through the rest of the mail.
"Here, Micky, you've got a letter," he said.
"Thanks," Micky said. He took the envelope, and looked to see who it was from. "Gosharooney! It's from my uncle, Digby Dolenz, the famous explorer! I haven't heard from him in years!"
"If 'e's so famous, 'ow come I've nevah 'eard of 'im?" Davy said, flipping through his magazine.
"Well, semi-famous then," Micky said, opening the letter.
"So what's it say?" Mike asked.
"Dear Micky," Micky read. "How have you been? I've been doing fine. My latest journey has taken me off the coast of Mexico, in search of sunken treasure in the Pacific. I need a little help digging up some of the artifacts. Think you can help? I hope to see you soon. Yours, Uncle Digby."
"A trip to Mexico," Peter said. "That sounds groovy. Can we go with you, Micky?"
"Sure!" Micky shouted. "I'd love to introduce you to Uncle Digby!"
"Hold it!" Mike shouted. "I don't know if this is such a good idea. We don't have the money for plane tickets."
"Oh come on, Mike!" Micky shouted. "We don't need plane tickets! We can drive down!"
"But what about Franky?" Mike asked. "We can't go to Mexico and leave him here by himself! Who's gonna take care of him?"
"He can come with us," Peter said.
"We can't take him out of school just for this!" Mike shouted.
"Sure you can!" Franky shouted. "I've got a math test tomorrow and I'm dying for an excuse to get out of it! Besides, this'll be more educational than going to school! After all, we're going to an archaeological site in Mexico to dig up ancient relics!"
"So 'ow's about to Mike?" Davy asked. "Can we go?"
"Yeah, Mike, can we?" Franky asked. "Please, please, please, please, pleeeeeeeease?"
"Yeah, Mike, please, please, please, please, pleeeeeeeeease?" Micky asked.
Mike sighed, and gave up. It was about all he could do.
