(Chapter 2. Thank you so much to timeandspace64 and Georgia for your reviews, and Georgia, thank you for pointing out the mistakes I made.
Also for those interested timeandspace64 and I are doing a co-authored story called 'Echoes of a dream' that have been put up on their profile page.
All mistakes are mine and mine alone.
I don't own The Monkees.)
If you were lucky, or unlucky depending on who you talked to, to be living in Malibu that summer day you would've heard a young man hollering for three of his friends as he ran up the sidewalk.
"MIKE! MICKY! DAVY!" Peter yelled running up the street as if he was being chased by a horde of wolves yelling for his friends at the top of his lungs waiving a piece of paper in his hand either not caring or not seeing the weird looks the neighbors where giving him. He got to their front door pausing for a few seconds to get his breath before opening the door yelling for his friends again and tripped. Looking around to see what he had tripped over he found himself face to face with Mike. Wondering why on earth Mike picked the floor by the entrance for a place to take a nap Peter crawled over on his hands and knees to him and started to shake Mike awake.
"Mike, wake up, I have something really important to tell you guys!" Peter said excitedly shaking Mikes shoulder. Mike made a groan of protest and turned his face away from Peter.
"Go way Pete, I'm tired." He mumbled.
"Mike come on get up!" Peter said giving him another shake he heard a sigh and as Mike heaved himself up into a sitting position leaning against the wall, went to find Micky and Davy. He found them, asleep, by the patio door as if they were going to go outside but didn't quit make it.
"Micky, Davy wake up." Peter said shaking them both harder then was really necessary in his excitement.
"Hmm, five more minutes mummy, please?" Davy pleaded as he rolled over and fell off the bandstand. Groaning he sat up, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes looked around.
"Why are we on the floor?" Micky asked looking around as well with bewilderment in his eyes.
"I guess we were all plum tired." Mike said, his accent a little stronger than normal because he just woke up, getting slowly to his feet.
"Could be." Micky acknowledged nodding his head. "so, what where you yelling about Peter?" He asked as he got up and crashed down into a chair and pulled his feet up underneath him sitting crisscrossed facing the other three men in the apartment.
"Oh, I found a poster for a band contest and first prize in six hundred dollars and a record contract." Peter said handing the poster to Mike as Mike walked by. Mike took it as he went by on his way to the kitchen.
"Six hundred dollars!" Micky yelped all traces of sleep forgotten as he got up and followed Mike into the kitchen and stared at the poster in Mike's hand.
"A record contract?" Davy repeated looking at Peter. Peter nodded as Mike scanned the poster looking for the date and time.
"This could be our big break!" Mike said hanging the poster up on the fridge smiling looking at the poster and then made to open the fridge.
"Yeah, think about all the money we'll get from the records if we win." Davy said tiredly as he sat down at the table and put his head into his hands.
"Think if the six hundred dollars we can use to pay for rent and food if we win. Are you ok Davy?" Mike asked closing the fridge door and took a seat next to his friend "You don't sound too enthusiastic about it."
"Yeah, I'm fine Mike, just tired." Davy said and as if he was proving a point he yawned.
"Why did you do that?" Mike asked as he yawned and put his head onto the table. Davy smiled.
"Sorry."
"That's ok. Man, I don't think I've ever felt this tired." Mike said fighting down another yawn. "Hey Micky, how are you feeling?" Mike asked suddenly as if he was just remembering something.
"Why, what happened to Micky?" Peter asked anxiously.
"Micky decided he was going to experiment with his chemistry set and added a bunch of odds and ends into a bowl and it blew up. Well, no it didn't blow up, it let out some kind of gray gas" Mike explained "It knocked all three of us out."
"I'm fine, a little tired still, but fine." Micky said as he got up from the chair and wondered over to the table as well and imitating Mike sat down and put his head down on the table.
"Shouldn't you go to the doctors?" Peter asked worriedly as he looked at the three men who's heads where resting on the table.
"We'll be fine, I think." Micky said waving his hand at Peter's concern.
"You think? You think? Oh well, that's just great." Mike said sucking in a breath of air and letting it out slowly to try to calm himself down.
"Well we don't have any ill side-affects so far." Micky said giving Mike a tired smile.
"Micky, what did you put into that bowl that would knock us out like that?" Davy asked looking at Mike.
"It was just some harmless stuff, nothing that could've knocked us out." Micky said lifting his head off the table so Davy could hear what he was saying.
"But it did and we have no clue what the-" Mike started to say then went quiet.
"Mike, are you ok?" Peter asked as Mike began to growl low in his throat. Then with a very uncharacteristic bark he got up from the table so quickly that he knocked over the chair he was sitting on and ran to the door, still barking.
"What on earth!" Davy yelped as the table slammed into his chest. Pete and Micky gaped as Mike suddenly changed from barking to howling.
"Hey Mike buddy you ok?" Micky asked going over to the door and took a peek through the peek-hole to see what could cause Mike to start growling for no reason. The postman was there putting the mail into the mail slot "Mike, calm down man, it's just the mail." Micky said turning to open the door to get the post. That's when Mike slipped out and started to chase the mailman. Micky was too shocked to do anything but stare as the dark haired Texan chased the mail truck. Finally his wits caught up with him and tossing the mail into the house he ran out the door chasing after his friend.
"Mike get back here!" Micky yelled finally catching up to Mike a few houses away his hands on his knees breathing heavily.
"Mike, what was that all about!?" Micky panted his eyes wide.
"I-I don't know." Mike answered "He just needed to get off our property."
"Hmm hmm, right." Micky said in a disbelieving voice as he heard footsteps coming from behind them and turning around he saw Peter and Davy running towards them.
"Hey Mike, care to tell us what that was all about?" Davy asked with Peter right behind him.
"The mailman needed to get off our property apparently." Micky explained rolling his eyes as Mike shrugged embarrassedly.
"Guys, I'm sorry, I don't know why I did that." Mike said through a yawn causing Davy and Micky to yawn as well as the four of them started to walk back to the house, the other three just shrugged.
"Maybe you should take a nap or something?" Peter suggested as they entered the house and picked up the mail that Micky had tossed in his hurry to catch up with Mike.
"Sounds like a great idea Peter." Mike said as he made his way up stairs and into the bedroom.
"To be honest, I could go for a kip as well." Davy said through another yawn "I don't know why I'm feeling so tired." He said as he made to follow Mike upstairs but halfway there he tripped and fell.
"Hey, you ok Davy?" Micky asked as he went over to help Davy up.
"Yeah, f-f-fine." Davy stuttered through a yawn.
"Oh great, not that again." Micky said as he yawned.
"Sorry Mick." Davy smiled as he made to start walking over to the stairs again but fell again.
"You must be tired, you're tripping over your own two feet." Micky said as he helped Davy up yet again and then guided him to the stairs.
"Hey Peter, I'm going to help Davy get upstairs so he doesn't hurt himself then I think I'm going to crash for a while too." Micky said helping Davy up the stairs. Peter nodded his head and sat down in the arm chair to watch TV. After channel surfing for a while, something he couldn't do that often because it annoyed the rest of the guys, Peter sighed because there was nothing on that could grab his attention he went over to the bandstand and sitting down at the keyboard he began to pluck out a song he was working on. Peter didn't know how long he was playing around, he had went from the keyboard to his guitar when he heard a noise coming from upstairs. Glancing up Peter set the guitar aside and went to investigate.
"Micky, is that you?" Peter questioned ascending the stairs and going to the bedroom door he knocked. The noise was louder up here and Peter made out that it was an mx of whining and scratching. "What is making that noise?" Peter wondered out-loud as he opened up the bedroom door. Three blurs came shooting past him and pattered down the stairs. Peter walked over to the edge of the upstairs and peered over the railing. Thee puppies where running around going from the kitchen to the front door to the bandstand and back chasing each other. Peter peeked into the bedroom three of the four beds looked like they had recently slept in and they were empty. He heard pattering on the stairs and turned around to see the puppies walking over to explore the room.
"Hey." Peter said reaching down to scratch one that looked like a German shepherd as they passed by "Have you seen my friends, they were just here." The puppy looked at Peter then went over to Mike's bed and grabbed something that had fallen to the floor. It was Mikes' hat. Peter's eyes darted between the hat and the puppy and finally made the connection.
He picked up the puppy so quickly that it yelped and held him at eye level.
"Mike?" Peter whispered the puppy licked his nose. He set the pup down and softly called for the other two. When he called Micky a labradoodle came over and laid down at his feet. Peter looked at it and with a hesitant voice he called Davy. A Jack Russel terrier came trotting over and looked at him.
"Puppies." Peter whispered "You guys are puppies. H-How did you turn into puppies?" The German shepherd and Jack Russel terrier looked at the labradoodle.
"You've really done it this time Micky." Peter sighed as he sat down on the floor and ran a hand down his face. Micky whined.