If there was one thing that the Monkees could rely on, it was that they would get in some spot of trouble every few weeks. Sometimes they were facing vampires, and other times they were facing their landlord. (Frankly, it was unclear which situation was more harrowing.) The Monkees could also rely on another fact: their unbreakable bond of friendship which seemed to pull them out of even the most dangerous adventures. As Mike occasionally stated, sometimes friendship was all they did have, and they held it close.
Today, for instance, that was certainly true. Mike had already taken the blame for not having their rent money on time, while Peter and Micky played music on a street corner for a bit of extra cash so that the group would be able to afford dinner and Davy would be able to afford his date with Valleri. (Priorities, you know) It was about four in the afternoon when Peter and Micky showed up at the house, proudly waving around the money they'd managed to make.
"See?" Micky declared as he dropped the cash onto the kitchen table. "I told you we'd make enough money! We don't have anything to worry about. After we go grocery shopping we can drop the rest of the money off at Babbit's and everything will be just fine."
"And I take a bit for my date," Davy pointed out. Mike rolled his eyes but obligingly handed over ten dollars.
"Bring back the change," Mike told Davy sternly. "That should be enough to pay for two soda pops, but bring back anything left over."
And so, the day rolled on just like any other at the Monkee's pad, that is, until it didn't.
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"Hey guys, I'm going out to the beach for a little while. I'll see you in a bit!" Micky called to anyone who was listening. Mike glanced up from his sheet music and nodded, smiling at Micky. It was pretty hot, so Micky was quick about tossing his shirt on the rocks and hopping into the waves, sighing as they washed over him, finally cooling him off. He splashed around for a while before he spotted a girl lounging around on the beach a little ways down. Micky was certainly no lady's man, however he hopped out of the ocean, shrugged his shirt back on, and headed down the beach. Why not talk to her, he figured. Didn't hurt to try getting his first date in three months.
"Hey," he beamed at the young woman, smiling broadly at her. Something about the blonde looked vaguely familiar, however he shrugged off the feeling and was about to continue speaking when the woman interrupted him.
"I thought you were going to get ice cream?" the young lady pouted in a way that was just a bit too familiar for Micky. "Or are you going to make us go home after all? You promised this was my special day and we could do whatever I wanted, Babyface."
"Babyface?" Micky blinked in confusion, and then it clicked into place, just as he felt someone behind him and he spun, almost stumbling to the ground when he was met with a mirror image of himself.
"That's right, and if you know what's good for you you'll get lost…" The man started, though he trailed off when he realized who he was talking to, his face going red with anger. He snarled softly, speaking slowly as he ground out, "You… You're the one who got me put back in jail! I oughta strangle you!"
"You!" Micky cried, stumbling backwards again and almost falling over Ruby, who scrambled to get out of the way, staring between the two men in shock. Babyface growled, moving to grab at Micky, who ducked out of the way. Once again, though, Babyface moved to snatch Micky's shirt. The force of the movement sent Micky tripping over Ruby's beach towel, and a moment later both he and Babyface tumbled to the ground, both of their heads hitting the wet sand with a soft thump.
"Babyface!" Ruby cried, running to her lover's side. "Stop it! It's my birthday, can't you just let it go, just this once? Are you alright?"
There was a long pause as both the gangster and musicians rubbed their heads, and then Babyface look up and blinked at Ruby, tilting his head slightly.
"Hey," Babyface blinked, his voice surprisingly light. "Do I know you?"
"Shut up, you'll make the world start spinning even worse," a gravelly voice muttered from beside him as Micky sat up to glare at the two people next to him, Micky's eyes narrowed, though when he glanced up and saw Ruby he stood, glaring down at his thin shirt and swim shorts.
"Come on, baby, let's get out of here. I've always hated the beach, I need to change out of these ridiculous clothes," Micky growled. He turned at blinked at the real Babyface, who was still sitting in the sand and rubbing his head, and kicked some sand on him. "Hey, don't you ever bother me again, you won't live to regret it. Come on, let's split baby."
The real Babyface then watched as Micky took Ruby's arm, the woman blinking between the two in so much shock she didn't seem to know what to do. Babyface then scrambled backwards, gasping softly.
"Gosharoony, you're Babyface Morales!" Babyface declared, before turning tail and dashing down the beach.
AN: Hello! Please leave comments about what you think and what kinds of things you'd like to see happen. I'm writing this as I go along, so your comments can be some good inspiration :) I hope to update somewhat consistency but we'll see since life is busy.