Part one: Ramble On
Davy crawled into the very back of the van and looked around. The back had been colorfully decorated with carpeting all around, even on the roof. A few posters had been tacked along the sides and there were fringed colored beads hanging along the top edges of the entire inside of the van. There were no seats in the van except for the two up front and for one long cushion and a few fluffy pillows in the back.
"Well… I'd like the number for your interior decorator." Davy said with a smirk
"You like it back there? I did it myself." Tulip answered from the front seat
"Looks nice." Peter crawled inside the van "But we're supposed to be on a mission to find Micky and August."
"Right baby!" Brownie laughed, getting in the front passenger seat "Let's go!"
Tulip started the van and pulled it out of the driveway. The van drove part way over the curb at the end of the driveway, causing a small jolt on the inside.
"Do you trust this guy's driving?" Peter whispered to Davy
"About as far as I can throw Mike."
"Oh shit…"
Tulip looked in the rearview mirror and caught a glimpse of Mike and Trixie. The two of them appeared to be nervous as they stood there watching them leave. Putting them out of his mind he floored the gas pedal, speeding away. This proved to be the smoothest start to their journey that they could ask for. Davy and Peter, wide-eyed and white-knuckled, tried to hold on dearly for dear life as they tumbled about the back of the van without seatbelts. Tulip and Brownie only laughed, saying that this was nothing new to either of them. This bit of information didn't exactly ease their minds or nerves. Somehow they knew without having ridden previously with Tulip at the wheel that this was only the beginning of much worse driving to come.
Not long after the house was out of their sights, Brownie had lit a joint and passed it around. Peter and Davy shared the thought that this would be the only thing that would keep them calm while riding in the back of the van. Peter leaned forward and handed the joint to Tulip. Before Tulip took the joint, Peter gasped, causing him to jump and the joint to fall to the floorboard.
"Watch out for that dog!" Peter pointed
Tulip had bent down to pick up the joint "What dog, man?" He sat back up "Oh fuck!"
Tulip slammed on the brakes, launching all four of them forward. Davy had to grip the back of Brownie's chair in order to keep himself from flying up towards the front of the van. The dog which Peter had pointed out stood in the middle of the road and stared at the van. It sniffed and then walked up to the van before marking it as his "territory".
"Get the hell outta here you dumb mutt!" Tulip shouted out the window, and waved his arm. The dog only looked at him
Brownie got out of the van and walked over to the pooch. The other three guys watched and laughed as he tried to shoo the dog away. A bag of weed fell out of Brownie's shirt pocket and landed on the road. The dog sniffed the bag before picking it up in its mouth and running away.
"No! You furry mother fucker! Get back here with my weed!"
As Brownie began to chase the dog, the other three in the van exploded with laugher. The dog finally stopped running and sat on the ground. It dropped the bag and promptly began to lick its privates. Brownie snatched the bag up but dropped it right away.
"Aw gross! You bastard got slobber all over it!"
He wiped his hand off on his shirt and then kicked the bag up with his foot. While balancing the bag on his foot he then grabbed hold of the bag with his shirt-covered hand. He carried it that way all the way back to the van. The laughter had quieted down considerably but not come to an end. Brownie got into his seat and stashed the weed in the glove box for safe keeping.
"Ok let's go already."
"Yes sir!" Tulip put the van in gear and they drove away
A few hours later their stomachs began to growl. Neither of them had any breakfast before they had left on their journey so they were all famished. They rounded their money up and Tulip pulled into the nearest drive-thru window to order some food for the four of them. The afternoon had turned out so beautiful that neither of them wanted to remain cooped up in the stuffy van. Tulip found a place near the beach to park and they all got out of the van to stretch their legs. Davy and Peter were very relieved to not be in the moving van with Tulip behind the wheel, and on solid ground once again. Brownie took the pillows, cushion and a blanket out of the back of the van and spread them out on the ground. There they sat to eat their fast food lunch.
Upon the hill where they and the parked van sat, they had a great view through the chain fence in front of them of the beach below. The sun shone brightly, casting its very reflection on the water. Birds flew in the sky in a way that made them look as though they were dancing. A few dolphins could be spotted coming up near the shore, diving in and out of the water. This was a very beautiful beach scene before them as they ate, but this was not the scene that they were focused on. Directly in their view on the sand was a group of bikini-clad girls playing a game of volleyball. The guys smiled as they talked amongst themselves about this group of girls. They mentioned about how nice they looked bouncing around and hitting the volleyball, and how much nicer this scene would have been up close. One of the guys mentioned how extremely nice it would have been if the girls were playing the game topless. The other three were not slow at all with their agreement.
After their lunch was consumed they remained there watching the volleyball game. They soon were disrupted by a man behind them clearing his throat. One by one they looked behind them and saw a cop standing there. The cop held his arms crossed over his chest and a serious expression on his face.
"Oh." Peter grinned nervously "Hello officer. May we help you?"
"Yes you may." The cop pointed next to him to a sign that read "no loitering."
"Officer, sir, we swear we didn't see that sign." Said Tulip
"Sure you haven't. Just get a move on. All of you."
They got up and packed the pillows and such back into the van. While the others were getting into the van, Davy stood there with a smile and watched the volleyball girls some more. Peter went over to him and pulled him away from the view.
"Come on Davy. You can watch girls some other time."
"Right. I'm coming." He crawled into the back of the van with Peter
Then with all four of them back in the van, they left the cop and the volleyball girls behind. As nice as that break was, they knew that they needed to get back into what was important; finding Micky and August.
About two hours later the guys had grown bored of being on the road. Somehow a fly had snuck into the back of the van, which caught Peter's attention. He sat there watching carefully as the fly flew around, landing on various spots. The fly buzzed around and then landed on the back of Brownie's seat. Peter moved in as close as he possibly could in order to study it. But then out of nowhere a rolled up newspaper slammed down upon the fly, crushing it. Peter jumped back with a gasp and looked towards Davy who held the paper in his hand.
"Davy noooooooo!!"
"Don't be so dramatic Petah. It was only a fly."
"But he wasn't harming anyone. He was only sitting there. And you killed him!"
"I did not. Look his wing is still moving."
"Oh wow one little wing. How would you like it if you were flying around minding your own business and then this giant bully shows up and smacks you down, leaving you barely able to even move a wing?"
"But I'm not a fly." Davy shrugged
"Does that matter?"
Brownie and Tulip interrupted them by laughing out loud together.
"You two slay me!" Said Tulip
"All that over a dumb fly."
"Hey speaking of fly. Brownie hand me that bong."
Davy and Peter looked at each other stunned.
"You sure you want to do that while driving, Tulip?"
"I'm fine."
Brownie handed the bong to Tulip. Tulip held it with both hands while using his knees to steer. Brownie reached over with a lighter in his hand and lit the bong for him. Meanwhile Peter and Davy sat in the back holding onto each other for dear life. Despite the fact that Tulip acted as though he had done this many times before, his driving showed otherwise as they swerved about. Cars all around them honked their horns as they tried to avoid hitting the van. Tulip exhaled, handed the bong back to Brownie and grabbed the wheel all in one motion. The two Monkees in the back were still frightened and holding onto each other.
"There that wasn't so bad, now was it?" Tulip asked while correcting their course
"You've gotten better at that man!" Brownie remarked with a smile before hitting the bong
"That was better?" Davy whispered while pulling away from Peter
Peter shook his head "I'd hate to see worse."
Tulip laughed "You two ain't seen nothing yet!"
"Please spare us!" The Monkees exclaimed in unison
The two of them were by no means able to relax. They had no idea that getting into Tulip's van would turn out to be such a thrilling experience. If it weren't for the fact that they wanted to find Micky, the two of them would have bailed out of the van and hitched a ride back to the safety of their home. But now they were stuck. They decided to sit back and try to make the best of their wild ride as it lasted. Or the very least, pretend as though they weren't scared out of their minds.