Mike: hey Davy,
Davy: yha mike?
mike: hows this sound, "need your own bike, boy to deliver, PIANOS?"
davy: i dont think so , mike.
peter: whats wrong with it? we have a bike, all you got to do is load the, um, what was that again mike?
mike: pianos.
peter: all you got to do is load the piano onto the ... bike. yha i see now.
micky: dont worry guy's, were musitians, well just play the gig tonight and pay the rent with it.
mike: sounds good and all, but what about the creadit card debt davy got us into with that girl the other day?
davy: look man, i said im sorry!
peter: yha mike, he said sorry!
mike: and we all forgive him, but a sorry wont get this bill buy us.
micky: lets just practice right now, we'll worry about that later.
davy: thats more like it
the four started practicing the song "Sweet Young Thing"
three and a half hours later, there at the gig, and the croud had just started to show up.
peter: mike, my bass wont make any sound!
micky: did you plug it in to the amp?
peter: yha!
davy: did you turn the amp on?
peter:um, yes.
mike is the amp pluged in?
peter: ...no.
mike: well, plug it in!
peter: ok!
they started to play, the music loud, and hipp, going throgh a list of songs door into summer can you dig it long title lets dance on she hangs out (and so on)
half way throgh the concert,they noticed somthing odd, a strange man in a black cape, with a wobilling lip ,and a shrill voice, with four men that resemble the beatles folloing him. the monkees kept playing, hopeing that they would be wrong on who they thoght it was, the evil Wizard glik.
during the mid-concert break, the band is descusing who that might be.
davy: all i know is he looks like glik and his band of fellas with him.
micky: but think davy, the frodis took care of that guy!
mike: temporaraly peter: davys right, i think is ol' Wizard glik!
the next thing the group knows, the strange man is scaring everyone out, the four look to see what this is about.
davy: hey! what do ya think your doing?
srange man: ahh the monkees!just the idiots i was looking for!
all :Wizard Glik!
glik: yes, thats right, its me! and dont try to escape!
gliks men were sourounging the bunch at this time with odd looking gun like things pointed at the four.
the monkees then rais there hand's, beging not to be shot.
micky: please dont shoot! please, were too broke to die!
mike: too young to! glik: oh those, dont worry, as long as you cooperate, we wont.
Gathering a litte corage, davy speeks up.
davy: say glik, those guns look offly odd, how do they work?
glik: im sorry, if i told you, i would have to use them.
peter: ha, i bet they put out a flag that says "bang" when you pull the triger.
the four monkees start laghfing at the joke, glik dosnt like this,
glik: ok Monkees, you ask for it! ill just get sombody elece to do my bidding for me.
all at once gliks men shot, the monkees disapear at the exact time.
man1: say boss, what do these things do anyways?
glik: oh dumbdumb, they are teleportation divices, the teleport anything shot at to that world we recently discoverd.
man1: oh.