(My friend and I were watching the 1960s TV show The Monkees last week and while watching 'I've got a little song here' the song 'Gonna buy me a dog' was playing for the musical romp number and we got to talking about what would happen in Mickey, Davy and Mike got turned into dogs? Well this is what happened.
This is the first time I have ever written a Monkees Fan fiction so please be kind with your reviews, I don't mind creative criticism telling me how I can improve this story but I do mind reviews that just say 'I hate this' or whatever.
I don't own The Monkees.
I hope you enjoy this little story of mine.)
It was quiet for once in the white beach house at 1334 North Beechwood Blvd the occupants of the place minus a blond haired guitar player was watching someone add different things to a large plastic bowl.
"Micky, what are you doing?" Davy asked looking at the drummer as Micky added something to the bowl that already had seven or eight other random ingredients in it.
"Mom found my old chemistry set and she gave it to me when I was visiting last month." Micky said as he stirred the concoction "I thought I'd mess around with it today seeing as there's nothing better to do."
"Oh, that's just spelling disaster," Mike said from the top of the spiral staircase "just don't blow up the place ok Micky?"
"I won't make any promises." Micky said "One final ingredient and I'll be done!" He said as he made a mad scientist laugh and added something and immediately the bowl starting billowing out a thick gray smog.
"Micky, what on earth did you do!?" Mike hollered as the smoke slowly consumed the drummer and made its way around the house.
"Hey Mick, you ok?" Davy asked making his way through the smoke to find Micky. Mike made his way down the stairs and onto the landing waiting for Davy and Micky to appear. They didn't.
"Davy, Micky?" Mike called out looking at the gray vaper as it slowly made its way towards him. Mike looked at it apprehensively and backed up. "Hey Davy, Micky, you two ok?" He called out. They still didn't answer. By now Mike was backed up against a wall. If he could get to the door he'd be able to get out, but that would leave Davy and Micky with the gas and he didn't want his bandmates and friends to stay in the fog, before he could make up his mind on what to do the smoke enclosed around him and he fell into a deep sleep.