Hey guys! I'm so sorry for not uploading another chapter in such a while. I got sick for a while, and then school got in the way. However, I want to thank you for your patience. I have only a few chapters left of this story before I move onto my next (possibly last?) Monkees fanfiction and a new TAWOG fanfiction (two actually). I hope you enjoy the latest edition to Don't Monkee Around! Also, shoutout to my new fan, TimeSpace64- thank you for your reviews! I only own my OCs.

Finally, it was Saturday morning. The Monkees had been practicing all week for the Enasni party. They'd strummed note after note, banged on drum after drum and sang song after song. Well, at least three of them did. It seemed Davy was too busy falling for Michelle. She was all he thought about daily (and) nightly. And Nesmith was not one bit happy with this. Sure, he could take the constant falling in and out of love. However, Jones had failed to show up to many of the rehearsals the group had.

"We're playing at that gig tonight," Mike scolded the Brit once confronted," and you've only practiced with us twice. Even then, you were daydreaming about that no good Michelle."

"Cool it, will you?" Davy snapped," Michelle isn't that bad. She's actually extremely friendly and too beautiful to resist. How could I turn her down? Besides, I know my words."

Mike rolled his eyes when his friend made this comment. He wasn't too sure how true the statement was, but he knew one thing was for sure- there was something strange about Michelle Enasni. Micky knew that they couldn't turn this moment down, not at the last minute. Peter wondered if he would have to fill in for Davy- again. Before anyone could come to conclusions, there was a knock at the door. Jones hopped to his feet and answered. He smiled the second he met Michelle's eyes.

"Ello, Michelle!" he invited her inside. The others greeted her, mumbling their words and not looking up from their instruments.

"Hey guys!" Miss Enasni smiled at the group," I just came to see if you guys were ready for tonight."

"I hope so," Mike glared at his British friend, who returned the cold stare. Miss Enasni didn't seem to notice.

The boys began to pack their car up. Micky tried to shove his drums in the trunk. However, he couldn't fit them in. Mike noticed the problem Dolenz was having. He sighed and carefully took the drums apart. Micky watched in horror as his friend did this.

"What are you doing?" He asked, slightly panicked. Mike raised an eyebrow as he gently placed the drum pieces into the trunk.

"Micky," Mike told him," You do remember that the drum can come apart, right?"

"Oh yeah," Dolenz seemed a bit more relaxed," I forgot it did that."

In helping the other three, Nesmith had forgotten his base in the house. He decided to go back and fetch it as the guys piled into the Monkeemobile. He walked upstairs to his room, where the beautiful base sat neatly on the bed. He picked it up and put it in his case. Just as he did, there was talking coming from the room next door. Mike could hear a woman's voice through the walls. What was Michelle doing upstairs? He leaned against the wall, not wanting to be rude by snooping but being too curious not to.

"...Yes, they're ready, grandfather," her voice being slightly muffled.

"And you're sure they're the right ones?" Another voice questioned.

That scared Mike. He didn't expect to hear another person in the room. Last time he checked, everyone else was in the car. Besides, this voice sounded- older. The Texan listened for more about this odd interaction.

"Yes," Michelle blurted out," I just know they're perfect. Typical long haired weirdos- just like all the others we failed to work with."

Great, Mike thought,Another weird client. Bob should stop making up stories like this. Just once, i'd like to have something normal happen. Then again, this is the world of television- or fanfiction, in this case.

"I can assure you, Michelle," the older voice exclaimed," We will not fail! This will be our moment. Come quickly, my dear granddaughter. Our time must be now. Oh, and-"

Nesmith had heard enough. He grabbed his case and booked it for the outside world. Once he threw his case in the trunk, he scrambled into the driver's seat. He turned to his bandmates, who noticed how scared he was.

"Hey Mike," Micky raised an eyebrow," Are you doing alright?"

"Something is up with Michelle," Nesmith confessed.

He noticed how annoyed Davy looked. He could tell Jones didn't want to hear about this, but the Texan had to convince his friend how dangerous her (and this mysterious grandfather) actually were.

"'I'm serious," Mike informed strongly," Michelle was talking to her grandfather. I don't know how, but I heard his voice. She said we were the perfect type- typical long haired weirdos. Like the others they failed to work with, and that this is their moment."

"What do you think that means?" Peter asked, obviously scared by this.

"I'm not sure, buddy," Mike sighed," We have to get to the bottom of this. Soon."
Everyone noticed Micky had dressed like Sherlock Holmes.

"It's simple," He spoke in a strong British accent," She's a spy working for her grandfather's agency. They want to take over the world."

"You must be joking," Davy grumbled," Spies don't exist."

Just before anyone could answer, Michelle climbed into the back seat. Jones smiled and made room for the young lady.

"My grandfather's place is a few blocks away," she informed," Just drive straight and I'll get you boys where you need to be."

Mike started the car and drove down the street, ready for what was to come that night.

I hope you guys enjoyed this extremely late chapter. Be sure to review!