The Monkees ran out onto the beach dressed like clowns. It was a basic pie fight, seltzer squirting, water balloon throwing type of thing. This was practically the only act that was going right. Finally, Micky stood up on his circus podium.
"And now!" he shouted. "The grand finale!"
The grand finale included Peter dressed as a cowboy tied to a stake. Mike and Davy were dressed like Indians, beating on drums, and dancing around the stake. Micky entered the scene, dressed as a cowboy on a horse, and blowing a trumpet, as the cavalry. Suddenly, he stopped when he saw what Davy and Mike were doing.
"Wait a minute!" he shouted. "That's not a war dance! That's a rain dance!"
Davy and Mike stopped immediately and looked at the sky. Dark gray clouds loomed overhead, and then it started to rain. The Monkees began running around like crazy. Since they were all running in different directions, Davy and Micky collided, as did Peter and Mike. Franky was in complete hysterics. He couldn't stop laughing. Finally, the Monkees pulled themselves together, and managed to get inside. Franky followed them. Since the balcony had an awning, he didn't get soaked like the four Monkees did.
"Boy, that was better than the real circus could've been!" he shouted.
"Ah-choo!" Davy sneezed. "Glad you liked it."
"Yeah," Mike said, sounding a little stuffed up. "Unfortunately, I think the four of us caught colds after gettin' caught in the rain."
"Don't worry you guys," Franky said. "I'll be right back!"
Franky ran upstairs. The Monkees looked at each other and shrugged, and then practically collapsed on the couch.
"At least he's feeling better," Peter said.
"Great," Mike said, somewhat sarcastically. "Just as he gets over the flu, we wind up catchin' colds!"
"Yeah, I feel lousy!" Micky shouted.
"'Ave we got any Aspirin?" Davy asked.
"Ladies and gentlemen!" Franky shouted from upstairs. "And Monkees, if you're listening!"
The Monkees looked up, and saw Franky standing at the top of the stairs wearing a ringmaster's outfit and holding three tennis balls in his hands.
"Presenting the world's worst juggling act!" he shouted. Franky threw the tennis balls into the air, trying to juggle them, but they fell to the floor and bounced down the stairs. What else could the Monkees do but laugh?
The End