AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is something fans of the Monkees are just going to have to suck up because appearing in this fanfic is Jerry "Geator with the Heater" Blavat, who appeared in the episode "Some Like It Lukewarm," and I realize that he is not liked in the fandom because of that one scene. However, I happen to like him (I have met the guy and he is one of the nicest guys I have ever meet in my life. Yes, he played a bit of a slimy character, I admit it, but in real life, he is just SO nice). So those of you who don't like him, just deal with it. Valerie Cartwright is from the episode "One Man Shy." Davy, Micky, and Mike's dates (who are all only one shots for this story), Aimee Armbruster, and all the other characters belong to me, though Franky, Calvin, and Mark are gray areas, considering my Impossibles fanfic. One more note, if you aren't familiar with the songs mentioned in this story, go to Google. And as far as OC's go, if you don't like the fact that this story features more of my OC's than the Monkees, I'm sorry, but you're just gonna have to suck it up and move on.

The entire student body of James Monroe Junior High School was gathered around the bulletin board. Two boys named Franky McAlister and Calvin Collins were in the back of the crowd, trying to see what all the commotion was about. Franky started jumping to get a better view of the board.

"Any luck?" Calvin asked.

"I can't see a thing," Franky replied. He tapped the shoulder of the kid standing in front of him. "Hey, Mark, what's going on?"

"Of all people who should know," the boy, Mark Mills, said, rolling his eyes. "Franky McAlister, I can't believe you don't know about this."

"Don't know about what?" Franky asked.

"It's only the biggest buzz around town," a girl named Sydney Wilcox said. "It figures. He's the one who should know all about it, and he doesn't."

"Know about what?!" Franky shouted, getting rather impatient.

"The dance at the community center," Sydney said.

"Why would I know about that?" Franky asked, confused.

"Well, the Geator with the Heater is hosting a dance contest there," Mark replied.

"The who?!" Franky shouted, giving Mark a weird look.

"The Geator," Sydney said. "Oh come on, don't you listen to the radio? He's a disc jockey!"

"I only listen to K.C. Casey," Franky said, shrugging. "So why would I know about this?"

"We all saw your uncle and the other Monkees on the KXIW Rock-A-Thon contest," Mark said. "They know him, so we figured, since your uncle is one of the Monkees, you'd know all about it."

"Believe me, guys, this is the first I've heard about this," Franky said. "But I probably would have found out sooner or later."

The bell rang just then, and the entire student body went to their classes. Once school was over, Franky grabbed the flyer from the bulletin board, and dashed back to the Pad with it.

"Hey, what do you guys know about a dance contest?" he asked.

"Well, hello to you, too," Micky said.

"Oh, it's just some thing the community centah people came up with," Davy said. "They got someone we know to MC the thing, actually."

"Yeah, the Geator," Franky said.

"Oh, you've 'eard of 'im, then," Davy said.

"Not really, some of the kids at school mentioned it," Franky shrugged. "Mark Mills said he saw you guys on some TV band contest that he hosted. How come you guys never told me about that?"

"Because, it's a very embarrassing story," Davy said.

"It was a contest for mixed groups only, so we had to talk Davy into dressin' up like a chick," Mike explained. "He was so convincin' the Geator fell in love with 'im."

"Eithah that, or 'e's extremely near-sighted," Davy said. "Anyway, 'e tried to ask me out, and 'e said, and I quote, 'if you play your cards right, you might win the contest'."

"Isn't that unethical?" Franky asked.

"Yeah, but sometimes love makes you do stupid things, shotgun," Mike said. "Isn't that right, Davy?"

"Oh, come off it," Davy said, glaring at his Texan bandmate. He knew Mike was referring to all the times Davy had fallen in love with a girl and got him, and the other Monkees into trouble.

"Anyway, I entered the dance contest," Micky said. "Marsha and I are gonna wipe the floor with the rest of the competition!"

"Not a chance," Peter said. "Valerie and I are going to win this!"

"You must be joking!" Davy shouted. "Ruth and I ah going to dance circles around all of you!"

"You guys are entered?" Franky asked. "If this is a contest for grown ups, then why did they post flyers at my school?"

"It's not just for grown ups," Mike said. "It's for anyone thirteen and over. And I don't have high hopes for me in this contest, anyway, not with my two left feet!"

"You guys are the craziest," Franky said.

"Come off it," Davy said, giving the thirteen-year-old a gentle swat in the shoulder. "So, when ah you going to ask Aimee?"

Aimee Armbruster was a girl at school that Franky had a crush on, and it was a huge crush.

"I don't know," Franky said, shrugging. "She doesn't seem like the type who'll want to enter a dance contest."

"Well, here's your chance to find out," Micky said, looking out the window. Then he began singing. "Here she comes, walking down the street . . . ."

Franky nearly choked, and dashed to the window. There was Aimee Armbruster all right, with her friends, Laurie Clifford, Shawn Smith, and Therese Barnes. They were talking about the upcoming dance. Micky grabbed Franky by the hand, and practically yanked him out the front door.

"I want Jason to enter the dance contest, but I haven't figured out how to convince him," Therese said, referring to her on-again-off-again boyfriend, Jason Cabot.

"Maybe because he knows Calvin and I are gonna win it!" Laurie shouted.

"Get real, Laurie," Shawn said. "Mark and I are gonna mop the floor with you!"

"Come on, Shawn," Aimee said. "That's not very nice."

"Hi, Aimee," Micky said, in a singsong voice. Franky nudged him in the ribs.

"Oh, hi, Mr. Dolenz," Aimee said. "Hi, Franky. I almost forgot, we were going by your house."

"So, talking about the dance contest?" Micky asked. "You girls got dates yet?"

"All of us except Aimee," Laurie said. Then she checked her watch. "Oh look at the time! It's my turn to baby-sit my brothers and sisters today!"

"I've got to go, too," Shawn said. "Come on, Therese. You wanted my help studying for that math test."

"Right," Therese said, and she and Shawn practically ran off.

"Yep, and I've got to get back inside to rehearse with the guys," Micky said. "Have fun, Franky!"

Once Micky dashed into the Pad, and slammed the door. The only two standing on the curb were Franky and Aimee.

"Do you get the feeling they're trying to set us up?" Franky asked. Aimee giggled.

"Exactly," she said. "So you've heard about the dance, huh?"

"Yeah. And the dance contest."

"So . . . . . were you thinking about asking anyone to the dance in particular?"

"Well, I was sort of, kind of thinking about entering the dance contest . . . . . . I mean, I'm not that great a dancer . . . ."

"Well, neither am I . . . . so . . . . . ."

Franky was about to flat out ask Aimee to go with him to the dance, when he suddenly choked. He began stammering, and then quickly turned around, and ran for the door.

"I'll see you later, Aimee, I just remembered I have homework to do!" he shouted, and dashed inside, leaving Aimee standing on the sidewalk, looking a little bewildered.

"So, how did it go?" Micky asked.

"Did our little Romeo sweep 'is little Juliet off 'er little feet?" Davy asked.

"No, your little Romeo choked and took a little nosedive off the little balcony," Franky said.

"Well, you've got all week," Davy said. "There's still time."

Franky nodded, but he wasn't so sure about that.