The shock that had enveloped the three Monkees when they discovered that Davy had disappeared didn't last long. It was quickly replaced by panic.
"We've got to find him!" Micky screeched.
"Now Mick, calm down." Mike commanded, though he felt far from calm himself. He put an arm around Peter, who was crying to no end. "His stuff's still here. He can't have gone too far."
"But…where…how?" Peter whimpered.
Mike went to sit down on the sofa. It always helped him think. He looked at the coffee table and saw part of the newspaper. He picked it up and a piece of paper fluttered down from it. He snatched it up. It had a phone number on it. Nothing important. Probably just some girl. He scanned the pages of the paper; the same wanted ads that they'd read that morning. He was about to put it down when he saw something that had been circled with a pen.
Wanted: Roommate to Split Rent With
If interested, contact Blair.
1670 S. Orange Road
And below it was the same phone number as on the piece of paper.
"Guys, I think I know where he went. To the Monkeemobile!"