Mike ran into The Monkees' beach house and slammed the door as fast as he could. Once Peter, Davy, and Micky heard the slamming door, they raced down the stairs.
"You're home early," commented Peter.
"I thought you were staying until 3:50," wondered Micky aloud.
"Yeah, that's right, Mike. How come you're hear earlier today?" asked Davy.
"There was this woman at the coffee shop, and she was sort of..." started Mike.
"'Sort of' what?" asked Davy.
"Sort of... Uncanny," finished Mike with a worried expression on his face.
"So? Why are you so worried?" asked Micky.
"She called me handsome, and asked where I lived. Also, I don't know if this was my imagination, but I think she also asked for my phone number," replied Mike.
"Good luck Mike. You're on your own," said Peter.
"What are you talking about?" inquired Mike.
"We all think that she wants to go on a date with you," explained Micky. "Calling someone handsome and giving another person the cutsey-eye are signs showing that that person has a crush on someone else."
"What am I going to do?" yelled Mike nervously.
"Like we said earlier, you're on your own," repeated Peter.
"Hold on a minute, Peter. We should help Mike with the date," ordered Davy.
"With the date? I thought you were going to help me prevent the date!" exclaimed Mike unhappily.
"That's the thing," said Davy. "She would become sad and lonely. Telling her that you would go on a date with her would be the only polite thing to do."
"Oh, fine," agreed Mike. "I guess that is the only polite choice."
"Great!" exclaimed Micky. "Now all we have to do is tell her where and when the date will be!"
"That's another problem," explained Mike. "She probably asked for my phone number, but I didn't tell her."
"Didn't you ask for her number?" asked Peter.
Mike shook his head.
"How are we supposed to tell her the date now?" wondered Davy aloud.
Suddenly, the phone rang violently.