The teddy bear stood up and walked out of the room. Mike was sitting in a chair, tuning his guitar, and working on a new song. As he was making notes on the lyrics the teddy bear climbed up his leg.

"What the heck?" he asked, looking. He figured the bear came with strings and Micky was pulling it like a puppet.

"Micky, is this your idea of a joke?!" he shouted.

"What?" Micky asked.

"Are you makin' this bear climb up my leg?"

"No, man. It's just a normal old teddy bear."

"Well then why is it crawlin' up my leg?"

"Beats me."

Mike groaned and threw the bear off. The bear came right back at him, like a boomerang. Mike threw it again, and it came back again.

"Okay, what's goin' on here?" he asked. He threw the bear one more time. This time, Peter caught it.

"What's going on, Mike?" he asked.

"That dumb bear," Mike said. "I can't seem to throw it away. You want it?"

"Yeah!" Peter shouted, hugging the bear tightly as he could. "Thanks, Mike! He's so cute!"

"Gah!" the bear choked. Peter just hugged it. Mike left the room.

"Hey!" the bear shouted. "Let go, you idiot! You're choking me!"

Peter stopped suddenly. He held the teddy bear up to his face and looked into his eyes.

"Did . . . did you just say something?" he asked. The teddy bear nodded. Peter dropped it and screamed.

"Mike! There's something weird about that teddy bear!" he shouted.

"Oh for Pete's sake, Pete!" Mike shouted, picking up the bear. "It's just an ordinary stuffed animal. Hey, Frank! Heads up!"

Mike threw the teddy bear. Franky caught it and walked over.

"Find somethin' to do with that, will you?" Mike asked.

"I know what to do with it," Franky said. "My friend, Calvin, has a seven-year-old sister, and she's sure to love it. If one of you will give me a ride, we can go drop it off."

"Sure," Peter said. "No problem."

Peter and Franky went out to the Monkee Mobile, carrying the teddy bear. Franky threw it into the car and he and Peter drove off. The teddy bear leaned up and crawled onto Peter's lap.

"Hiya," he said.

"Huh?!" Peter shouted. The teddy bear then jumped against the window and kicked Peter in the head.

"Move over, buddy boy, I'm drivin'!" he shouted and grabbed the steering wheel. Somehow, the car took off like a shot, without anyone even pushing the gas pedal. Peter and Franky were shocked.

"Hey!" Peter shouted, once he got his wits back. "Give me the wheel!"

"No way, Jose!" the teddy bear said. He began driving faster and faster.

"Okay, if you won't give me the wheel, at least slow down a little."

"Chicken!"

The teddy bear ran through five red lights in a row. Peter knew he was going to get a speeding ticket for this one, that's for sure! As the bear was speeding along, he saw a girl coming down the street.

"Whoa mama!" he shouted. "Follow that babe!"

The bear turned the steering wheel as hard as he could. The car turned around, nearly overturning it. It smacked into a mailbox, and knocked it out of the ground. The bear went faster and faster trying to catch up with the girl. Of course, he swerved between cars, passing them. It all ended when the bear crashed into a lamp post, and a car crashed into the Monkee Mobile, and another car into that car, and another one, and so on and so on. The front of the Monkee Mobile was totaled, but Peter's first concern was his nephew.

"Franky, are you all right?" Peter asked. Franky just nodded. He looked scared to death.

"Y-yeah," he managed to choke out. "Yeah, I'm okay, Uncle Peter. I'm not hurt."

"That's good," Peter said. Suddenly, sirens filled the air.

"Uh oh," the bear said. "The fuzz! Catch you on the flip side, pal!"

The bear jumped out the window and a cop arrived on the scene.

"Hi," Peter said.

"Going a little fast, weren't you buddy?" the cop asked.

"It's a funny story, actually," Peter said, and he began laughing. "You're gonna laugh when you hear this!"

"See, we were on our way to my friend's house," Franky said, "when this teddy bear grabbed the steering wheel and took off. Ha, ha! Funny, isn't it?"

"Ha, ha, ha," the cop laughed. "Hysterical. Really funny."

Peter, Franky, and the cop started cracking up. The next thing they knew, Peter was getting a mug shot taken, having the cops take his fingerprints, and then he was locked in a cell. Franky was taken to the station while the police tried to contact his legal guardian. They didn't believe Peter was his legal guardian, after this!

"What a day," Peter groaned. "Hey, don't I get a right to a phone call?"

"Yeah," the cop said. He handed Peter the phone. "Here."

"Thanks."

Peter let out a frustrated sigh and dialed the Pad. Luckily, Mike picked up.

"Hello?" he asked.

"Hey, Mike," Peter said. "It's me. You're not gonna believe this, man, but you know that teddy bear Franky took off your hands?"

"Yeah?"

"Well, it landed me in jail."

"What?! That's impossible!"

"No joke. It grabbed the steering wheel and sped off. I ended up in jail after the bear saw this chick walking down the street and he tried to follow her."

"Okay, fine. I'll come bail you out. Where's Franky?"

"The police are trying to contact his legal guardians. They didn't believe me when I told them it was me."

"Okay, fine. Where's the bear?"

"Well, when the cop showed up, he bailed out."

Mike sighed and hung up the phone. Then he went down to the police station to explain about Franky's guardianship, and bail out Peter.

"I hope you appreciate what I do for you," Mike said.

"I owe you big time," Peter replied. "I'm gonna tell you, there's something weird about that teddy bear your aunt gave you."

"Oh for Pete's sake, Peter, it's just a teddy bear!" Mike shouted. "It's a child's play thing. There is absolutely nothin' dangerous about it!"

Suddenly, there was a high pitched meow. Mike, Peter, and Franky ran for where it was coming from and saw three cats tied together by their tails! The smallest one was crying at the top of her lungs.

"Whoa, what happened here?" Mike shouted. Then he saw the giant knot in the cats' tails. "Other than the obvious tails tied together in a knot."

The cats began meowing, howling, and crying. Mike was leaning over them, with a look of pure concentration on his face.

"They said a teddy bear did it," he said.

"How'd you know what they said?" Peter asked.

"Didn't you hear them?" Mike asked. "They said it clear as day, man!"

"All I heard was a bunch of meowing," Peter said.

"Me too," Franky said. "I think you got a new power, Mike."

"Yeah, I guess I do," Mike said. "I think my Aunt Kate referred to this as a Dr. Doolittle, bein' able to understand animals and all."

Mike never really thought about it before, but his mother and his aunts did tell him that he would be developing new abilities, since he found out he was part warlock.

"What did the bear look like?" Peter asked, trying to untie the cats' tails.

"They said it was sort of light tan and it had red in it's ears and on it's feet and it wore a red bow-tie," Mike said.

"Told you," Peter said. "Argh, I can't do this. I'm not good at untying knots."

"Don't look at me," Mike said. "I never learned knot tyin'. I wasn't in the Eagle Scouts for all that long."

The cats began crying then. Mike took a deep breath and stood up.

"Look, I'm gonna get you guys out of this mess," he said, "but it's gonna have some unforseen side effects. And I won't know what they are until I do this, okay? I've never done it before, so you gotta trust me."

The cats meowed, and stood still. Mike snapped his fingers and undid the knot in the cats' tails, but the tips of their tails were now bare.

"I'm sure the fur will grow back eventually," Mike said, petting the little one. "I can't put it back on for you now, kitties. If this teddy bear is dangerous, I might have to use my magic on it."

"So basically you're not gonna use any more magic until you see that bear," Peter said.

"Yep," Mike said, nodding. "You guys know I don't have unlimited powers, since I'm only half warlock."

"That makes sense," Peter replied.

Suddenly, a group of dogs and cats came running down the path, barking and meowing. Franky and the two Monkees dodged to avoid being trampled, and they ended up coming across the teddy bear.

"Well, well, well, if it isn't Mikey Nesmith," the bear said.

"All right, bear," Mike said, "knock off this nonsense right now or I'm gonna get ugly."

"Oh yeah?" the bear challenged.

"Yeah!" the Texan Monkee shouted. Then he realized something. "Wait a minute, what am I doin'?! I'm arguin' with a teddy bear!"

The teddy bear laughed and jumped on Mike's face. Mike could barely breathe. He tried to pull it off, but the bear would not budge.

"Hee, hee, hee!" the bear laughed. "This is some fun!"

"Hey, cut that out!" Peter yelled.

The teddy bear stuck out his tongue at the blond Monkee and stayed put. Mike was practically suffocating, but the bear didn't seem to give a darn about that!

"Okay, that's all I can stand!" Franky shouted. "Because I can't stand no more! Play time's over, bear!"

Franky grabbed the bear, yanked him off Mike's face as hard as he could, and threw him into the air. Mike collapsed onto the ground and began to gasp for breath. The teddy bear crash landed (but it didn't hurt him because he was nothing but a stuffed toy), grumbled, and grabbed Mike's wool hat off his head. Then he stuffed it into his mouth and swallowed.

"Burp," the teddy bear said. "Excuse me." Then he walked off.

Mike, Peter, and Franky just stood there (well, Peter and Franky stood there, Mike sat there), bug-eyed. Never in their lives have they ever seen a teddy bear actually eat. Heck, they've never seen one walk and talk before, either! They just stood there, totally speechless, mouths gaping open.

"Wow," Peter said, finally.

"Double wow," Franky replied.

"Come on, guys," Mike said, standing up. "We've got to follow that bear!"