By three o' clock that afternoon, the boys had everything ready for their makeshift circus. All Peter had to do was get Franky to come out on the balcony.

"Hi Franky," he said. "How are you feeling?"

"Okay, I guess," Franky said.

"Listen, if you're feeling up to it, I thought we'd set up a couple of chairs and go out and sit on the balcony for awhile."

"Yeah, why not? I gotta get outside before I start going stir crazy!"

Peter smiled, and handed Franky a robe. Then the two of them went outside to the balcony. Both of them sat down, but then Peter got up again shortly afterward.

"I'll be back," he said. "I think I left something down on the beach."

"Like what?" Franky asked. Peter didn't answer. He just raced down the balcony stairs. Suddenly, he heard a fanfare, and looked down on the beach. There was Micky, standing on what looked like a round stand, wearing a ringmaster's outfit, and holding a megaphone.

"Ladies and gentlemen!" he shouted. "And Franky McAlister, if you're listening!"

"What the heck?" Franky asked.

"Welcome to the Beachside Big Top!" Micky shouted. "It's the Monkees' two ring . . ."

With that, Davy and Mike came into the scene riding unicycles and carrying hula hoops over their heads. Peter joined them a minute later.

"Make that three ring . . . ." Micky said. Peter sort of rode around in circles, and finally ended up crashing out of sight.

"Nope," Micky said. "Two ring circus!"

Franky had to laugh at that one. After circling for awhile, Mike and Davy dropped the hula hoops, and rode their unicycles out of sight. Shortly afterward, Davy and Peter returned, carrying two poles that had a platform on the top of them.

"Our first act," Micky said, "is the amazing high wire act!"

There was no reaction. Micky looked off to the side, and tried again.

"The amazing high wire act!" he shouted, a little louder.

"Micky, we have a problem," Davy said. "We forgot the wire!"

"No problem," Mike said, taking a clothesline from out of nowhere. "I have somethin' that'll work."

Mike climbed up one of the platforms, and tied the clothesline to it. Then he started climbing down that one and ran to another one.

"The amazing high wire act!" Micky said again, as Mike was running across to the other platform. "Make that the amazingly low clothesline act."

Mike climbed up the other tree and tied the rope around it. Then he gave Davy a signal. Davy opened an umbrella and began to walk across the clothesline.

"Like I said," Micky said. "The amazing high clothesline act!"

Franky laughed, and applauded as Davy finished walking across the rope. Peter was next. He was riding a unicycle across. Then, it was Mike's turn. He hopped across the rope on the pogo stick. He was halfway across it when he lost his balance and fell.

"Whoops!" he shouted. "Whoaaa!"

Luckily the boys had set up a net, just for this kind of emergency. Mike landed right into it, and everybody laughed. The Texan Monkee just shrugged.

"Our next act is sure to astound you," Micky said. "Ladies and gentlemen, I will now show you my ferocious lions!"

Micky cracked a whip, and Mike, Peter, and Davy appeared wearing lion costumes.

"Those are lions?" Franky asked.

"Of course they're lions!" Micky shouted. "What'd you think they were, aardvarks?"

"What's with the one on the end? Kinda small for a lion, isn't he?"

"He's been sick," Micky said. Davy glared at Micky for that remark.

"Anyway!" Micky shouted. "These lions are really ferocious! Just listen!"

"Rooooaaarrrr!" Peter shouted, standing up on the podium. But he ended up losing his balance, and falling over backwards.

"Okay," Micky said. "Fine. Let's try the next one."

Mike took a deep breath, and roared, only to wind up having a coughing fit.

"Forget it," he said, between coughs. "I'm done with this act."

"And finally, my last lion!" Micky shouted.

"Roar!" Davy shouted. Franky started cracking up. Davy's roar was the worst. It sounded like he wasn't even trying. Micky wasn't happy with this.

"Are you trying to make me look bad?" he hissed.

"I'll probably 'ate myself in the morning for this," Davy said. Then he roared exactly like a real lion, which scared Micky out of his gourd.

"Yaaaahhhh!" he shouted. He wound up losing his balance and falling over backwards. Franky was practically in hysterics.

"Ladies and gentlemen!" Micky shouted, once he got his wits back. "Presenting the Amazing Nesmith!"

Franky applauded. Mike came out to the ring, wearing a tuxedo, cape, and top hat.

"Now for my first trick!" he shouted.

Mike took off his hat and actually rolled it down his arm. When it reached his hand, he flicked his wrist and the hat was airborne. He managed to catch it in his other hand.

"Show off," Davy said.

Mike reached into the hat, and pulled out a glass filled with some kind of purple liquid. Micky had conjured it up using his chemistry set.

"You've got to be kidding me!" Mike shouted. "That smells terrible!"

"You've gotta do it, Mike!" Micky hissed. Mike made a face and pinched his nose shut.

"I just hope it tastes better than it smells," he said, taking the glass.

Mike raised the glass to his lips, and swallowed the liquid. He immediately felt like spitting it out.

"Yeeeeccchhhh!" he shouted. "Ooh! That was terrible! It tastes worse than it smells!"

"Trust me," Micky said. "This is gonna be a great trick."

Mike shook his head, and suddenly, turned red, literally. Micky's goop was a color changing potion. After that, Mike changed from blue to green to purple. As a finale in the colors, he became striped. Davy cracked up. Mike did not appreciate being laughed at, so he snapped his fingers. The short, British Monkee was now covered in polka-dots.

"Auuugghhh!" he cried as he fled from the scene. Everyone laughed at that, and Mike changed back to normal.

"Whew!" he shouted. "Okay for my finale, I need a volunteer from the audience! Ah yes, the young man with the blond hair!"

"Me?!" Peter asked, looking around. "But . . . . but . . . but . . . ."

"You are getting sleepy!" Mike shouted, in somewhat of a sing-song voice

"Mike, come on," Peter said, with a slight chuckle. "You're not a hypnotist. You can't just-"

Suddenly, in mid-sentence, Peter dropped off to sleep. Mike raised his hands into the air, and Peter was lifted off the ground. It was the old levitation bit.

"Wow!" Franky shouted.

Mike took a couple of bows. Peter woke up in the middle of it and looked up toward the platform. Davy was turning some sort of wheel. The levitation trick definitely was a trick! Somehow or another, Peter had invisible string tied around him and Davy was pulling him up.

"Davy!" he shouted

"Shhh!" Davy hissed.

"Come on, Davy, get me out of this!" Peter shouted.

"It wasn't my idea," Davy said, backing away. "Hey, don't push! Wait a minute! Look out below!"

"Whooaaaaaa!" both he and Peter shouted as they fell off the platform. They sort of stopped in mid-fall, as they were tangled in the invisible wire. They hung in the air like marionettes. Franky cracked up. Mike groaned, and pulled his top hat down over his eyes.

"How humiliating!" he shouted, running off. Micky laughed a little himself and stepped into the ring.

"And now, presenting the flying Mozerelli Brothers!" he shouted, indicating the two platforms, which now had trapezes on them.

Davy and Peter had managed to untangle themselves from the fishing wire and went into their act. The two of them swung back and forth on the trapezes, but they didn't try to catch each other. They were just swinging, flipping over the bar. Davy did a somersault and was now hanging by his knees. Peter jumped off his trapeze and grabbed Davy's hands. The two of them swung back and forth. Then he grabbed his own trapeze with his feet. The two of them began swinging back and forth again, and then, they let go of their trapezes, and smacked right into each other.

"Ow!" Davy shouted.

"Watch it!" Peter cried. The two of them fell into the net, and actually bounced back up to the trapezes. They were hanging onto them by the hands and crashed into each other again, and into the poles.

"Ahhh!" they cried.

"Uhhh, okay," Micky said. "Why don't we, uhh, send in the clowns!"

"Good idea," Mike said. "Sit tight, Franky. We'll be right back."

Franky was already too far gone. He was laughing hysterically at the Monkees antics. He couldn't wait to see what was going to happen next.