AN: I'm writing these in class, oh wow...

"Micky? Where'd you go?", Sammy wandered around the quiet club, searching for the drummer who'd seemed to vanish. Mike walked up next to her, scratching his wool hat.

"Any sign of Micky?", she shook her head, looking worried, "Man, I can't find Davy or Peter, either." He put his hands on his hips and huffed, looking around the club. The club had closed over and hour ago and the others were nowhere to be found.

Sammy fiddled with the hem of her dress, trying to think of where he went. "Wasn't he...I saw him talking to a really pretty...girl when we were dancing..", she coughed, "You don't think...you don't think he-"

Mike's eyes grew wide and he shook his head violently, "No! He wouldn't, he ain't like that!" He spun around, "You know those girls that all the other guys were talkin' to?"

"What about them?" She was too busy worrying about Micky to concentrate on anything else.

"Well, do ya think the guys were...,"

"You don't mean..."

"I'm afraid ma'am, they've been..."

The two let out a heavy gasp and looked off into the distance.

"MONKEE-NAPPED!", They said in unison.

Peter woke up with a splitting headache, lazily lifting his head up and opening his eyes to a dark room. He couldn't move his arms and he felt his legs being weighed down.

"Oh, look who's waking up, girls!", Somebody ran her fingers through his hair to get his attention. "Oh, does your head hurt?"

"Mmmmmmm..." He closed his eyes again, trying to fall back into sleep. One of the other girls grabbed his chin and leaned in close to his face.

"Where are the files?" Her voice had gone from sweet and caring, to pure venom.

Peter completely opened his eyes and looked at them. It was the three women from the GoGo! Letting out a heavy gasp, he tried to move away, but just ended up wobbling the chair back and forth.

This woke up Davy and Micky, who were just as confused as the blonde.

"Wha- where are we?!", Micky demanded, pulling at the ropes on his hands.

Tammy let out a laugh, walking towards the drummer. "You really think we'd tell you that, doll?", She sat down on his lap and grabbed his chin, "Now, why don't you tell me where those files are?"

"I don't know what you're talking about!", He tried to shake the girl off of his lap, but to no avail. Thankfully, she stood up and let out an angry sigh.

"Well, girls, looks like we'll need to keep them until they spill the beans..."

Davy let out a loud, "OH!", getting the others' attention, "Well if you wanted the beans I could've spilled them a long time ago! I mean-" He pulled out a can of Heinz Baked Beans from behind his back, (with untied hands), and turned the can upside down. The icky substance splattered on the floor and on onto the girls' shoes. Peter started giggling and nodding his head at the pun, shaking his chair.

"OH, STOP THAT!", The brunette grabbed the can from the Brit and threw it across the room. The loud clang echoed in the now quiet room, and Davy placed his hands back behind the chair. Shrugging, he looked at the camera and mouthed

'Sponsorship?'

Meanwhile,Mike and Sammy had driven the Monkee-mobile back to the beach house in the hopes of finding the band.

"They're not in here!", from the bathroom.

"Not in here, either!", from under Peter's chair.

They'd been looking under every nook and cranny, watching for any sign of the three others. So far, they'd only found the drunken cleaning lady, which was odd, considering it wasn't the second Thursday of a month that had an 'R' in it.

The two met up downstairs in the living room, looking even more worried than before.

"Did you find anything, yet?", Mike asked, scratching his hat.

Sammy shook her head, "Just two nickels and a magical skull that can answer any question in the universe, like if your friends were missing...", she tossed the skull over her shoulder and pocketed the change, letting out a heavy sigh. They both sat down on the couch and looked desperately at the wall. They were shocked when they heard the phone ring from the kitchen.

"It's the phone!", Mike jumped up and over the couch, nearly tripping.

Sammy elected to run around the couch and pushed the Texan out of the way. The two fought to answer the phone for nearly two minutes, picking at it. Eventually Mike had won, pushing the girl's face out of the way.

"H-hello?", he let got of her face and grabbed the receiver with both hands. Sammy stood up on a chair and leaned her face onto the receiver to hear. Mike tried not to blush and listened to the voice on the other line.

"You what? You monster how could you! You'l fry for this!", he slammed the phone down and turned to Sammy, who was now eye level with him.

"Well?", she was nearly crying. Had they been killed?

"'Bucky's Chinese' is closing."

Sammy let out a heavy moan, nearly ripping the cap off of him and chucking it into the sea. Before she had the chance tho, the phone rang again and this time, she'd pushed him out of the way.

"Hello?", she was breathing heavily and very worried.

"Is this the Monkee-house?", a sweet voice said from the other line.

"Y-yes it is..do..do you have..."

"The boys?Why yes, yes we do. And we don't intend to give 'em back 'till we get those files."

"Files, what files?", he voice was shaking and she turned to Mike for reassurance, he was mouthing 'what?', and Sammy turned from him.

"Don't play stupid, the blonde's already on it!", a soft 'hey' could be heard from the background.

"I don't know what you're-" Suddenly another voice came on the line. Heavier than the last, but higher pitched. Annoyingly high pitched.

"How about this. Either we get the files in by tonight, around midnight, or you get your boys back. In body bags. Leave the files in the front parlor of the old city museum. See you then,"

The line cut and Sammy set the receiver down.

"What was that?", Mike looked very confused.

She ignored him, taking a seat at the kitchen table and gulping. The Texan sat down next to her and grabbed her shoulder, "What was that?", he insisted again.

Taking a deep breath, she looked up at him and sniffed. "They're gonna kill them if we...if we don't give them the files.", She looked back down and started crying into her hands. She was so scared. Mike grabbed her hands and squeezed them.

"Files?What files?", he was just as confused as her, and completely lost.

She looked back up and let out a heavy breath, "I don't know, they wouldn't believe me, they said to leave them at the old museum down town and we'd get the guys back," Her voice was cracking and soft.

"Now, come on, don't cry now.", he rubbed her shoulder, "We've been in situations like this before, haven't we?"

Sammy nodded, not looking up.

"And when we were in those situations, what'd we do?", he was standing up now and getting louder.

She sniffed, "We...we came up with a bunch of different plans that never worked until it all worked itself out..."

"Right- wait, no!", he put his hands on his hips, "Y'know, sometimes a Monkee's gotta do what a Monkee's gotta do, and if that means a few trials and errors then well..." he shrugged.

"What are you one about, my boyfriend's going to get shot!", she was aggravated at this point.

"What i'm on about is: why are we sittin' here like a couple o' chickens when we should be out there saving the guys?!"

"You...you don't mean...", Sammy was standing up now, too, looking into the distance.

"I do," Mike said.

They both ran behind separate sets of furniture and popped back in out in mere seconds, wearing red and black body suits with bright pink 'M's sewn on the chest. They stood in the living room pulling heroic poses for a few minutes before standing still and yelling,

"THE MONKEE-MEN."

Which resulted in a loud knock at the door and a very angry Babbit busting in.

"All right guys, all right!", He actually looked at the two standing in the living room and let out a sigh, "...what is it now?"

Mike stepped forward and played with the sleeve of his suit, "Well, uh, y'see, Babbit we...we uh, we're kinda...we're kinda saving our best friends, y'see and we-"

"I don't care," he said with an exasperated tone, "As long as ya don't got no animals and yer not screamin' at the top of yer lungs, got it?"

The two residence shook there head in unison and the landlord smiled before slamming the door shut again. Mike and Sammy looked at each other before silently whispering, "The Monkee-men!"

"You'll never get away with this, y'know.", Davy spat while trying to squirm out of his chair. The girls laughed, pulling the rope tighter.

"And what makes you think that, sugar?", the brunette one asked, placing her hands on her hips.

"Mike and Sammy'll save us!", Peter yelled, yanking at his ropes.

"Yeah!", Micky was glaring at the brunette and pulling at his ropes as hard as he could.

The girl looked shocked, and giggled. "Really, sugar? After you all you," She leaned in close and ran her nail along his face, "kissed me." She laughed and pulled away again, "Maybe if you'd actually been faithful, you and your friends wouldn't be in this situation, huh?"

The drummer stopped struggling a looked down at his lap. She was right, it was his fault they were here. If he just hadn't been so jealous of Mike dancing with Sammy... He sat back in his chair in defeat and waited.

New chapter yay!

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