Chapter 2-fetch me my drumstick

Hello! Here it is chapter 2! You are all lucky I had no school today, so tada! :):):):)(:(:(:( Disclaimer: I don't own Monkees. I do own OC'S and Freckles.

Davy: Peter, as my devoted houseboy, what will be your main function?
Peter: I am born to serve my master and live only to perform his bidding.
Davy: Right. Now get me my comb.
Peter: Get it yourself! -Success Story

"Breakfast is ready! Come on you guys hurry up!" Mike yelled to his friends, Davy opened the door of the downstairs bedroom and slowly walked out. Peter followed with his hands on Davy's shoulders. Once Micky had joined in the kitchen, Mike spoke up

"So fellas Mr. Elton is going to call today but we don't know for sure if we are going to get the audition so I think some of us should go out and look for jobs." Davy and Peter nodded.

"But who is going to stay behind?" Micky asked. Mike thought for a moment he didn't really like the idea of leaving one out but it had to be done. Davy and Micky both exchanged a look and said in unison

"Peter" Mike pointed to Peter who looked up from his cereal bowl. "What?" he asked. Mike walked over to him and put his hands on Peter's shoulders and said

"Pete, you're going to stay home and receive the call for us. I am counting on you to not screw this up." Peter nodded and went back to his room to change. Micky got up from his seat and faced Mike to say

"Are you sure this is a good idea to leave Peter home alone?" Davy got up as well to stand in the middle of Micky and Mike and said

"Come you two have some faith. What could possibly go wrong?" Mike and Micky just exchanged a look and all three went back to their rooms to get ready.

Meanwhile…..

"Drake where did you say we were meeting the boss?" Liam asked nervously once in a while looking back to see Freckles in the cage.

"We are meeting the boss on the beach, so it's not as suspicious"

"Right Drake" Liam quickly glanced back at Freckles, and then turned his attention back to the window.

Once Drake and Liam got to the beach, Liam lifted the cage out of the car and set it down in the sand. Freckles started whining and Liam peered in the cage and asked Drake "should we let him out to go to the bathroom?" Drake got down on his knees to look into the cage also and nodded. Liam started to open the door but Drake stopped him.

"Wait! He needs to have a collar and leash so he doesn't run."

"Right Drake" Liam said as he and Drake both got up to go look for a leash and collar in the car. Freckles continued to whine and pawed at the door, once he realized it was part way open Freckles pressed himself against the door multiple times. The door opened and Freckles took the opportunity to run down the beach. Liam looked back and started running after the dog while yelling to Drake

"He got out! He got out!" Drake took after Freckles also and all though both men were pretty fit, they were no match for a small dog. Freckles kept running down the beach never looking back. Liam eventually caught up to Drake, who had stopped to take a breather, and said

"There is no way we are able to catch him. He's too fast."

Drake shook his head and said "you're right; we'll just have to count taking the dogs at the dog show a week from today"

Drake and Liam walked back to the car the opposite way from Freckles who was still running. Freckles stopped to look back and saw his captors walking the reverse way. Freckles barked in excitement and continued walking down the beach; he stopped when he saw a beach house not too far away.

In the beach house…

Peter sat on the couch, softly plucking his bass when the phone rang. He got up and walked over to the table with the phone on it.

"Hello?" Peter waited for the other person to speak.

"Hello this is Mr. Elton."

"Oh hi this is Peter."

"Hi Peter, I said I would get back to you boys today and I did."

"We really appreciate this Mr. Elton"

"It's nothing at all, I love helping musicians get to where they need to go."

"So did you find out anything?" Peter asked while trying to find a piece of paper and pencil.

"Yes I did, I have some good news and some bad news. You're going to laugh when you hear this 'cause it's so funny" Mr. Elton said his voice dripping with sarcasm.

"Oh OK, then how 'bout the good news"

"OK" before Mr. Elton could finish Peter cut him off again.

"Or the bad news if it helps your joke." Peter said copying Mr. Elton's sarcasm.

"You're a funny kid. So as I said yesterday about the auditions, well the thing is one of the judge's wife went into labor last night. And well it's a one for all or all for one type of a deal."

"So they postponed it?" Peter said a little disappointed.

"Yeah but wait there's more!"

"More?"

"Yeah more I had told my producer friend about the Monkees, you boys, and he said he would love to hear the band."

"So when do we get to play for him?"

"Well, he will be in town next week for the dog show on Saturday and he said he was available on Monday to hear you boys play."

"That's great! When on Monday?"

"I don't know"

"Oh well when you find out could you tell us?"

"Yes I call back sometime next week to tell you boys when and where."

"Thanks so much Mr. Elton, you've been a big help."

"Anytime Peter, anytime."

"Bye."

"Bye."

Peter hung up the phone and sat back down on the couch to continue playing his bass, he stopped when he heard faint barking.

Meanwhile somewhere in town….

Davy and Micky ran out of the store with the owner in tow he yelling at the boys, Mike started the car and drove off once Davy and Micky got in.

"I take it you didn't get the job?" Mike said. Micky shook his head and Davy put his head in hands.

"That's the fifth job interview we have been thrown out of." Davy said looking up; Mike shook his head also and continued down the road. Micky looked to Mike and asked

"Do you think Peter is having better luck than us?" Mike thought for a moment before speaking

"Well we know Mr. Elton was going to call so it's either good news or bad news when we get home."

"Good news or bad news right." Micky repeated.

Back at the beach house….again.

Freckles kept barking as he leapt up the stairs that lead to the porch of the beach house. He stopped when he heard movement in the house. Peter got up from the couch and turned to face the back door, he stopped when he saw a small dog.

"Hi there fella" Peter said softly kneeling down while extending his hand to Freckles. Freckles stepped back a bit but came forward again when Peter didn't move. Freckles smelled his hand, then started wagging his tail and jumping into Peter's lap.

"Oh where's your family little man? Or do you not have one?" Peter scooped up Freckles and looked him in the eyes. Freckles started whining once Peter said family and he jumped down to go over to Micky's drum set.

"You like the drums?" Peter said following him. Freckles sniffed at each of the instruments but stopped when he saw the drumsticks on the floor. Freckles looked at the drumsticks and thought of the stick James would throw. Peter stared at Freckles as he continued to sniff the drumsticks.

Freckles picked one up and started down the stairs to the beach, he thought maybe he could get this stick to James to throw. "Hey wait come back!" Peter called to Freckles as both dog and man ran down the beach.

Mike stopped the car once he got it to the garage, Micky and Davy climbed out first and waited by the door for Mike. Mike walked over to the front door and got out the keys to unlock the door.

"Peter we're home!" Micky shouted as all three walked into the house.

"Peter?" Mike yelled as he walked over to the couch. Davy ran up the stairs to check up there, and then he ran back down to check in his and Peter's room.

"He's not there." Davy and Micky both walked over to Mike who had picked up Peter's bass which was lying on the couch.

"Bad news, we got the bad news deal." Micky said.

There you go. I kind of got a low cliffhanger right here. Here's the deal: 1: Review please. 2: the third chapter will be up maybe Monday or Tuesday. I can't write over the weekend because I'm going shopping with my mom and grandma for a dress for my cousin's wedding. So sorry. I'll start writing chapter 3 today it will be up early next week.