This was going to be a legitimately serious story with a major story arc and everything. But then I published Stolen from Time and a lot of the things that were going to be in this were twisted to be used in that, so I got stuck on what to do with this. But then I went and saw my fellow Monkee lover and cousin (ToniDisBeast) and I asked her where I should go with this, so the next 5 chapters came from her and mine combined imaginations. And it got random and silly and crazy. But it's fun. I guarantee its fun and I think you guys will like the random side of our brains. I'm quite proud :) Also, we love all 4 of them, but at some points we do pick on them a little. Poor Mike kind of gets the brunt of it, but don't worry, we love him too. And I think this chapter also proves that I'm not afraid to make myself look ridiculous. So… Enjoy!

Chelsea gasped from where she sat on the floor, quickly scrambling to her feet. "Oh. Em. Gee." To be fair, it was quite a lot of information to comprehend at once. Within a split second they had ended up in 1966, standing in front of their freaking idol. .

"What does that mean?" the boy asked as he scratched at the back of his head awkwardly, "And who are you guys anyway? I don't recall ever seeing you around the studio apartments." The girls shot each other a look. Studio apartments?

"Um, we kind of live here," Toni replied cautiously, still in shock, as she signified to the room behind her.

"No… I do…" And here was where things got tricky. How did you explain time travel to someone in 1966 without sounding all Back to the Future? Was that movie even out yet?

"We aren't crazy, I swear, but we do live here. It's just that we live here 54 years from now…" Toni began, trying to keep a calm façade. He was clearly in disbelief with maybe a slight bit of fear mixed. And who could blame him? Most likely he thought they were just psychotic stalker fans, which was true in a huge sense.

"Mike? Peter? Davy?" He called out in an anxious fashion. The other three gentlemen sauntered up immediately sensing their friend's disturbed vibes. "Davy, did you order the girls again?"

"No, Did you?

"No, Pete?"

"I only did that once! It's Davy that has the problem! "

"Hey!"

"No one ordered us, can we focus now!" Toni screamed out, shocking everyone that a person that was even smaller than Davy could make so much noise. "You see, here's the thing. We're from the future. I was born in 2000, and she was three years earlier. We came here by means of an instrument which can supposedly make any sound and it hasn't been. My cousin and I ordered one in our time and it turned out to be yours and we touched this sheet music for a song called Daily Nightly that Mike hasn't written yet and it sent us back here," she rambled on, then turned, as if facing a camera, "And that's what you missed last time on Time Travelers and Monkees."

Off to the side, Mike's eyes lit up inspiringly. He whispered, "Daily Nightly" under his breath, the two words twisting around playfully on his tongue. Nesmith then pivoted on his heels, dashing away in the opposite direction. Peter turned to follow him. "He's probably gone to write, I'm going to go check on him." Peter began to follow the path his friend had taken.

Toni and Chelsea sent each other a telepathic thought of amazement. 'Did we just inspire a Monkees song?' And then Chelsea returned to her previous engagement of staring at the gorgeousness in front of her.

Micky was slightly disturbed, to say the least. "Um… I don't mean to alarm you. But your friend hasn't blinked in like 5 minutes…"

"Yeah…uh…" Toni scratched the back of her neck awkwardly, "She gets like that. Especially with you. Well, and Tom Hiddleston and Adam Young, but then again they haven't been born yet so… I advise you run…"

"You two speak such beautiful nonsense," Davy muttered.

"No seriously, Dolenz. Run." Her face deadpanned, "Run while you still can." Toni snapped her fingers and, sure enough, Chelsea snapped up to her feet a purely devious look creeping across her features. Realizing that Toni wasn't kidding, he dashed off, heading up a nearby stairway. The wild haired girl chased after him, laughing maniacally as she went along. For someone who hated gym and absolutely despised running, she was quite quick on her feet when there was a Micky Dolenz in question. If DC ever decided to make a movie with a female Flash, all they had to do was dangle a sixties pop star just out of her reach and special effects would become unnecessary. That boy was royally screwed.

Toni looked between the two gentlemen that were standing in front of her still. She was just as in awe as her cousin but was able to contain it better… a lot better. She was actually, shockingly, too stunned to even think of being silly, which was not a common occurrence. Silliness was her forte.

There was an uncomfortable quiet until Toni cracked a huge smile, allowing herself to succumb to just how happy she was feeling. "To tell the truth, it's just really, really amazing for us to meet you guys. We're just huge."

Davy put on his classic smile. He didn't know just how much he was making the girl melt. "Pleasure to meet you too, dahling." And he meant it. There was finally someone he could make eye contact with without having to crane his neck.

"I'm going to go get a drink," Peter said simply walking off.

"I'm going to go check on your cousin and Micky. Make sure he isn't, you know, tied up or something." He signified up the stairs and Toni nodded in agreement with his decision. She knew what her family was like. "Make yourself comfortable till I get back!" He called from where he was plodding up the stairwell. Like he could catch them at that pace.

Toni looked at her surroundings for a second. "But this is a hallway!"

Screw serious plotline… this was so fun to write! Especially since it was cowritten with Toni. She's the best! We were at a six flags amusement park recently and we saw a guy who looked just like Micky Dolenz but blonde. We were amused. Hope you like this :) Till next time! ~littleblackneko