AUTHOR'S NOTE: Another one of my early stories, written when I was still in high school, so there are some pretty random moments. As always, please read my fanfic "Monkee Magic" before you read this one. Mike's Aunt Beulah belongs to me, and the character Dr. Lynn Dova belongs to my sister. And the way Lynn is designed, she is NOT intended to be a love interest to any of the Monkees.
The Monkees and Peter's teenage nephew, Franky, were returning to the Pad after a club gig. On the front porch was a small package, wrapped up like a birthday present.
"'Ey, who could 'ave sent this?" Davy asked. "It's nowhere near any of our birthdays, is it?"
"Who's it for?" Micky asked. Davy picked up the package, and looked for a tag or something.
"It says to Little Mikey from Auntie Beulah," Davy said.
"Oh no!" Mike shouted, smacking his hand over his eyes. "Not Aunt Beulah! Anybody but Aunt Beulah!"
"I take it you don't like her," Micky said.
"I don't," Mike replied. "She's an aunt on my mother's side of the family, so that would make her a witch. She calls me 'Little Mikey' and I can't stand that nickname. And she thinks I'm still three years old. It's downright annoyin'. The last time she gave me a present was when I was ten years old and she sent me a pink rabbit suit. I looked like a deranged Easter Bunny. I wonder what she sent me this time? "
Mike ripped open the box and found a small, light tan teddy bear with a burgandy bow tie around his neck. The bottom of his feet and inside his ears were the same shade as his tie. Mike picked the bear up and made a face.
"Great," he said. "What the heck am I gonna do with this thing?"
"Well," Peter said, "it is kinda cute."
"Yeah, sure, it's cute," Mike said. "But I'm a grown man! What do I need a teddy bear for?"
Mike tossed the bear over his shoulder and walked into the Pad, followed by the others. The teddy bear just lay there on the ground. Suddenly, he began to sit up, all on it's own.
"So Mikey Nesmith doesn't wanna play with me," he said. "Well, how about I play with him?"