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Chapter 2: Bad Cookies

The next night, however, Davy was once again getting ready for a date with Ariel. Mike sighed as he watched his friend combing his hair in the mirror. He really thought Davy was taking things too fast. Two dates back to back was a little much having just met the girl. He had to agree with Peter saying that something seemed off with the girl. Mike couldn't pin it down either and he wanted to tell Davy flat out that he should stay away from this girl, but knew that he couldn't. He didn't know what was up with the girl, if anything at all. And if he said anything without proof, Davy would only get mad and push him away.

"Davy, are you going back out with Ariel?" Micky said sliding down the spiral staircase.

"Yeah," Davy answered. "I'll take it easy, guys. It's just dinner."

"How is going out with someone two nights in a row taking it easy?" Micky asked. Mike tried to shoot Micky a look warning him to watch what he said, but Micky wasn't paying attention.

"It's just dinner!" Davy argued.

"Ok, Davy," Mike said before Micky opened his mouth again. They really couldn't control Davy and Mike didn't want to even if they could. "Just remember what we said about taking it slow, ok?"

"I promise," Davy said. "I'll be home on time tonight. I swear."

"If not I'm going to let Micky put that tracking device on you," Mike deadpanned.

"Excuse me?" Davy asked staring at Micky.

"Just go, Davy," Mike said. "Have fun, but be careful." Davy shook his head and waved as he left. Peter came in behind him carrying a small basket.

"What's that, Pete?" Micky asked.

"Someone left this on our front doorstep," Peter said.

"Who?" Mike asked getting up and walking over to Peter.

"Not sure," Peter answered. "Oh, there's a note!" Peter pulled a small piece of paper from inside the basket and read what it said to Micky and Mike. "It says 'To the Monkees. Please enjoy these cookies as much as I enjoyed watching you perform.' Ooh, there's chunky chocolate chip; my favorite!" Peter dove into the basket before Mike could stop him. He felt very wary about accepting any food when he didn't know who it was from. And the bad feeling he'd had in the pit of his stomach since the night before grew even larger at the sight of the anonymous cookie basket.

"Really?" Micky asked getting excited. "Is there any snickerdoodle? That's my favorite!" Mike grabbed Micky's wrist before he could grab one, but Peter had already taken a very large bite out of his own. "What's up, Mike?" Micky asked him staring at Mike's hand around his wrist.

"We don't know who these are from," Mike answered.

"So?" Peter asked around a mouthful of cookie.

"So, we shouldn't be eating things when we don't know where they came from."

"What, you think someone poisoned these or something?" Micky asked with a laugh as though the thought were absurd. Mike wasn't exactly sure why he had thought it was possible for that to be the case.

"Maybe," Mike said. Micky looked at him dumbfounded and Peter dropped what was left of the cookie from his hand.

"Are you serious, Mike?" Peter asked.

"Why is that so hard to believe?" Mike asked. "What about those goblets that were lined with explosives meant to kill us?"

"That was different," Micky said. "That was because the guy wanted to take over the country and we were in his way."

"We were in his way because of a Davy and a girl," Peter added. Micky's face suddenly paled.

"You really think it's possible?" Micky said staring at the cookies.

"Anything's possible," Mike answered. "After everything we've been through, I've come to think that anything can happen. You don't think it's at all odd? That someone would put a basket of cookies on our doorstep and not tell us who they are? Just when Davy leaves for a date with a girl he just met?"

"It is a bit odd," Peter said. "And I did say that I felt something weird about her. I still can't figure out what it is though."

"I actually agree with you, Peter," Mike said. "I have no idea what it is either."

"So do I," Micky said. "What do you think that could mean?"

"I don't know," Mike answered. "But I don't like the timing of all of this."

"Well, Peter ate a bit," Micky said nervously. "How do you feel, Peter?"

"Uh-I feel fine," Peter said.

"So does that mean they weren't poisoned?" Micky asked hopefully.

"I'm not sure all poisons are instantaneous," Mike said looking at Peter hoping that he was wrong.

"Well, why would someone want to poison us anyway?" Micky asked.

"I have no idea," Mike answered.

"So what should we do?" Micky asked starting to sound a little scared.

"Again, I don't know," Mike sighed. "We just need to keep an eye on Peter, I think." Over the next hour, Mike and Micky did just that. He seemed to be perfectly fine for a while. But when he got up to get a glass of water for himself saying he was really thirsty, he dropped to his knees and clutched his stomach in pain. Mike and Micky were at his side in less than a second.

"Peter!" Micky exclaimed.

"What's wrong, Peter?" Mike asked. But Mike's stomach dropped even further when the only response he got was a painful groan from his friend.

"This is bad," Micky said.

"Peter, talk to me, what's wrong!?" Mike demanded again.

"Mike, we have to get him to the hospital," Micky said jumping up and grabbing the car keys. Mike swallowed his fear and helped Peter stand so they could get him to the hospital.


The man waiting in the shadows outside the home of the Monkees grew angry. His eyes narrowed and his body trembled. He would take his anger out on the man who failed him. With a snap of his fingers he disappeared with a puff of smoke. Within a second, he reappeared in the living room of a large house. The man whom he had instructed to make the potion and give it to three of the Monkee's was sitting on the couch watching television, but jumped with a rather piggish squeal with his sudden appearance.

"Wha-" the second man squealed.

"You failed!" the man boomed.

"I'm sorry," squealed the second man.

"Only one of the boys ingested the potion! I told you to make sure all three ingested it!"

"I tried!"

"You were stupid and careless! They knew the cookies were poisoned almost immediately because you made it look too suspicious! I should roast your head on a spit!"

"Please, there's more potion," the now whimpering man pled. "Give me another chance."

"They're on their way to the hospital. You've missed your chance."

"Why don't you just let me kill them?"

"Because I don't want them dead, you insolent fool! I want them to suffer!"

"You know my potion would have killed them," the second man said.

"Only if left alone and untreated," the man sneered.

"Why don't you want them dead?"

"Not that it's any of your business, but they humiliated me. If they die, they'll never feel the pain of what they did to me. I will give you one more chance. But not with the potion. The doctors will be able to give them medications to stop the effects before they suffer too long, even if the doctors don't know what the cause is. But there are other things you can do to redeem yourself. Come with me." Before the whimpering man had a chance to protest, he snapped his fingers and both disappeared in a cloud of smoke.


Micky ran into the hospital to find the nearest nurse while Mike helped Peter into the hospital. Micky looked around once he made it into the main lobby, but he didn't see anybody right away. Luckily before he could dart off to another area, a short woman walked through a door at the end of the hallway. Micky ran toward her, startling her and making her drop her clipboard she was carrying.

"Miss, my friend is outside and something happened to him and he's sick," Micky started. He didn't realize how fast he was talking until she looked at him perplexed.

"I'm sorry, what?" she asked. Micky took a deep breath before he started again trying to force his nerves to relax so he made sense.

"My friend Peter ate a cookie that we think was poisoned and now he's really sick and in a lot of pain," Micky said slowly. Just as he said it, Mike and Peter came in through the front door. Peter looked like he was about to pass out and Mike was having a really hard time holding him up.

"Oh my," the nurse said seeing them. "Wait here." She turned and ran back down the hallway. Micky darted over to his friends and helped Mike lift Peter.

"He threw up outside," Mike explained.

"I told the nurse," Micky said. "Peter, we're at the hospital now. You're going to be ok." The nurse came back with a doctor behind her and a wheelchair. They ran over to Peter and the two friends lowered him into the chair so the nurse could push Peter back into a room. Once they'd made it inside the room, the doctor began asking all sorts of questions while another nurse helped the first one get Peter onto the bed.

"What happened to him?" the doctor asked.

"We don't know exactly," Mike answered.

"He ate a cookie that we think was poisoned," Micky answered.

"Why would you think that?" the doctor asked.

"Well, just look at him!" Mike said sounding annoyed.

"What I meant was why do you think it was the cookie?"

"It was left for us on our doorstep," Micky answered. "We don't know who sent it to us. We have a knack for getting into trouble."

"So you have no idea what was in it?"

"No," Mike answered. "Neither of us ate any. Just him. Please, you have to help him."

"Juliette, get a blood workup done and put a rush on it," the doctor said to the first nurse.

"Heart rate is 180," the second nurse said. Micky nearly fell to his knees; he knew that heart rate was way too high.

"Boys, wait outside," the doctor said.

"No," Mike protested.

"He's our friend," Micky added.

"I understand that, but I need you to wait outside if you want me to help him," the doctor said. "I may have to do some things that neither of you should have to see."

"We'll be fine," Mike argued.

"Please wait outside," the doctor said. Juliette came over to them and pushed both of them out of the room. Micky didn't want to leave Peter's side any more than Mike did, but knew the doctor was probably right; neither of them should have to see some of the things the doctor may have to do to him. Satisfied the two would wait outside the room, Juliette ran off with some vials of blood she had taken from Peter. Mike paced in front of the door, but Micky's knees felt too weak to support himself and he sank into a chair holding his head in his hands. He spent the next hour, even though it seemed like much longer, trying so hard not to start crying. In that time, Juliette had come back to the room to help the doctor assist Peter.

Finally, a young man with a clipboard ran over to the door and entered. Micky hoped this man was returning with the results of the blood test they'd performed on Peter and with those results, they'd be able to help Peter. Mike must have come to the same conclusion, because he stopped pacing and tried to peek in the room through the window. Micky got up and joined Mike, but couldn't see anything because the curtains were closed and completely blocking their view. Mike let out a groan of frustration that equaled Micky's own. He hated not knowing what was happening to his friend.

Both men tensed a few minutes later when the doctor came out of the room. Micky's eyes went straight to a small spatter of blood on the doctor's coat that he was sure hadn't been there before. Micky felt his knees go weak again.

"Is he ok?" Mike asked his voice sounding very strained.

"He'll be fine now," the doctor answered. "He'll need to stay here at least overnight, though. If not longer. It would seem as though your friend suffered from a sudden and severe case of dehydration. I've never seen anything like it. Dehydration usually takes time to hit. This appears to have been sudden and very extreme. His system has almost no water in it at all. By all accounts, he should be dead. You two brought him in just in time. We are pumping him full of fluids right now. We also gave him a sedative so he can sleep."

"But he's gonna be ok?" Micky asked.

"He's going to be fine once we get enough fluids in him."

"What's the blood from?" Mike asked.

"He suffered a nose bleed. It's very common in cases of severe dehydration."

"Can we see him?" Micky asked.

"Not yet," the doctor answered. "Your friend also got a little sick to his stomach and we need to clean the room before we can let anyone go in there. We're going to move him to another room where we can keep him overnight. I suggest you boys go home for the night."

"We don't want to go home," Mike said. "I don't want to leave my friend."

"Alright. If that's what you boys choose to do. Once the nurses finish with your friend, you can follow them to his room. It should only be a few minutes. I'm going to change my shirt. If you need anything, just ask one of the nurses and they'll either help you or find me. I'll be checking in on your friend in a few hours." The doctor smiled and walked away.

"Oh no," Micky said a thought suddenly occurring to him as he saw the clock on the wall above the door to the room Peter was in. It was 10:55 at night.

"What?" Mike asked.

"Davy!" Micky exclaimed whirling on Mike whose eyes widened in fear realizing the same thing Micky had. "Davy doesn't know about the cookies and he should be getting home any minute!"

"Go!" Mike exclaimed. "I'll stay here with Peter." Micky didn't need Mike to tell him twice. He turned and ran through the hospital to get to the exit. He nearly ran into several people on his way due to the speed he was running. Everyone saw him and had to jump out of the way. One woman spilled the tray of coffee's she was holding all over the floor. Micky shouted an apology back to her, but kept on running without slowing down. The thought of what might happen if Davy ate one of the cookies killed him. It was bad enough having one of his friends in the hospital; he couldn't imagine what it would be like to have two. And the doctor's words rang through his head pushing his feet faster than he thought they could even go. By all accounts, he should be dead. You two brought him here just in time. What if Micky wasn't in time to save Davy?