Chapter 11- Look Out (Here Comes Tomorrow)

The next morning Davy and Peter saw little of Mike and Micky. The two Monkees had gone out with Mike Hart to town to get the proper supplies needed for the MonkeeMobile. Maria had made breakfast that morning for herself, her daughter, and the two Monkees who stayed behind. Shortly after breakfast, Maria found Davy, Peter, and Eva outside, racing one another. After the races concluded Eva ran inside to tell her mother the results, with the two losers in tow.

Around noon the Mikes and Micky came back and immediately began to work on the MonkeeMobile. Davy had decided that after lunch that he, Peter, and Maria should go with Eva for a walk out in the meadow. Everyone seemed to agree, except for Eva who wanted to tell her father about everything that had happened that morning.

In the meadow, Davy ran around with Eva, a couple yards away from where Maria and Peter were. When Davy and Eva disappeared into the fairly tall grass, Maria plopped onto the ground, indicating that she would go no further.

"Are you okay?" Peter asked, sitting down beside her.

"I'm fine." Maria told him. She watched Eva run from Davy before she spoke again. "She's going to be devastated when he leaves."

"I know. Davy will be too." Peter replied, not making eye contact with Maria, but watching Davy accidentally drop Eva, as well as falling himself.

"What's going to happen when you four go home to California?" Maria asked, now looking at Peter.

"I don't really know. I assume we tell the police we found Micky and Davy, Davy goes home to England, and we resume our lives as if Davy never came back." Peter frowned. "But I don't want that to happen. I know Mike and Micky don't want that either."

"You guys don't want to go home?" Maria asked.

"Of course not. Unless a miracle is waiting for us back in Malibu." Peter brought his knees to his face, propping up his chin.

"I'm sorry," Maria sighed, feeling helpless. "I wish there was something I could do."

"I'll let you know if I think of anything." Peter moaned, his face in concentration mode.

"Davy!" Eva whined as Davy tossed her to the ground again. "It's not fair that you're bigger than me."

"That's a statement I'll never hear again." He said to himself before jumping out of the way of a six-year-old steam train. When she came back at him he scooped her up and carried the girl over to where Maria and Peter were talking. "Your turn Peter." He said, dropping the girl at his feet.

"That's fair." Peter stood, taking Eva by the hand. "Come along Eva." Eva skipped away with Peter as they walked around to find the perfect starting point for another race.

"She loves you." Maria commented, smiling at Davy.

"I know." Davy said, falling into the grass and taking deep, heavy breaths. "I never realized how much work it took to raise one of those things."

"It's easier with more than one." Maria laughed. "Before she was born I used to babysit kids her age. All they wanted to do was play with each other."

Davy nodded before lying down. He looked up at the clouds that passed by. "Today's a beautiful day, isn't it?" He said to no one in particular. Maria responded to the comment with a word or two that didn't need an answer, so Davy let his mind wander. Cloud after cloud passed by. A nice breeze would cool his front before the heat of the sun took over again. After what seemed like an eternity of bliss, Davy felt a heavy 'thump' next to him. Next he saw Eva's face obscure his view of the clouds.

"Hi!" She chirped.

Davy smiled. "Hello love."

Eva giggled. "Are you sleeping?"

"Do I talk while I'm sleeping?" He asked, expecting the answer to be 'no.'

"Yes. I hear all four of you talk some nights." She stated as if it was not a joke. Of course, in her case, it wasn't.

"Seriously?" Davy slowly sat up, looking at Peter and Maria for support.

Maria shrugged her shoulders and smiled. "Thursday night I had to babysit her till she fell asleep because she was distracted by the four of you sleep-talking about pirates."

"Pirates?" Peter asked.

"All four of us?"

"Well, Mike less than the three of you. Eva was making up a story for it." Peter and Davy gave each other blank looks.

Eva smiled happily at the two Monkees. "I didn't know Micky could do parrot impressions in his sleep!" She cleared her throat to demonstrate. "Squawk! Not without my puppy! Squawk!"

Davy and Peter burst out laughing. "Are you sure it wasn't all Micky?" Davy asked.

Eva laughed, clearing her throat again. "Parrots… don't have dogs." Eva said in her best six-year-old British accent. Both Peter and Davy turned red, not just from laughter, but from embarrassment as well.

Out of breath, Maria proclaimed it was probably time to head back to the house. It was a two-to-one vote. They headed back to the house. Upon their arrival they found the three men who had been working on the car sleeping in the living room. Davy had to walk the young girl through the house with his hand around her mouth to prevent any disturbance. Peter offered to help Maria with dinner while Davy kept Eva quiet. Davy took Eva into her room to read to her.

"Davy, dinner's ready." Peter said, opening the door to Eva's room. To his surprise, he found both Eva and Davy, fast asleep on the little girl's bed… almost. Davy's head and arms were lying on the bed while the rest of him kept him upright on the floor. Eva was curled up next to the Brit's face, both sleeping soundly.

Peter walked over to his friend, shaking his shoulder. Davy slowly woke up, turning to Peter. "What?" He asked in a groggy voice.

"Maria and I are finished with dinner. We're waiting on you and Eva."

"What about Mike, Mike, and Micky?" Davy asked.

"They're up and waiting for the two of you, come on." Peter said. "I'll let you wake up Sleeping Beauty there."

"Come off it Pete, you got that line from Micky, didn't you?" Davy hissed, fixing his hair.

"I'm sorry! I couldn't resist. He used it on me one morning because Mike had slept in too late and we both knew he'd kill us for waking him up."

"Yeah, yeah, okay. We'll be out in a minute." Davy said, slowly standing up. Peter smiled, quickly retreating from the room.

Peter returned to the kitchen, all eyes on him. "Well, where are they?" Micky asked. "I'm starving!"

"You're always starving, Mick." Mike Nesmith retorted.

"I'm sorry, but I'm a growing boy who needs food and attention!" Micky cried.

"You're twenty-two years old Micky. You're not a child, but you certainly do need the attention." Mike rolled his eyes at his roommate.

"They were sleeping. Davy's waking Eva up now. They should be any minute now." Peter said, taking a seat.

"Awe! How cute." Maria smiled. "Mike, remember that morning we found Eva curled up in between us in bed because of the thunderstorm the night before?"

Davy came into the room, carrying the little star in his arms. She rubbed the sleep from her eyes, still obviously tired. He placed her in a seat and then took one himself. "So, what's for dinner?" Davy asked, rubbing his hands together.

"Hamburgers, hot dogs, and fries." Maria said. "Alright Micky, you can eat now."

"Thank goodness!" Micky bellowed, grabbing a couple of buns from a bag.

"Very American." Davy noted, waiting for the bag to be passed around.

"Very." Mike Nesmith added.

No one else spoke till everyone had actually been served and had begun eating. Micky, of course, had little to say anyhow. The first one to speak was Mike Hart.

"So the car's fixed. You're free birds."

"How much do we owe you?" Davy asked before taking a bite out of his hamburger. "I'll ask my grandfather to send a check."

"It's free of charge. Take it as a gift of appreciation." Mike Hart said.

"The point is we can go home." Mike Nesmith added. "We're going to have a lot of paperwork to fill out once we get back. Pete n' I are gonna have to find new jobs now, too."

"New jobs?" Davy asked.

"Mike and I quit our old ones to come and look for you and Micky, because we didn't know how long it would be till we found you." Peter said, popping a fry in his mouth.

"If we ever found you, that is." Mike added.

"Alright, when do you plan to leave?" Davy asked, afraid of where this was going.

"Sometime tomorrow." Mike admitted. Davy's crestfallen expression did not go unnoticed. "I'm sorry man, but you're grandfather has got the whole of California looking for you."

"I know." Davy said.

"Boy, this food sure is good Maria!" Micky proclaimed through a mouth full of food.

"Thanks. Peter did his fair share too, you know." Maria laughed, picking up a hot dog.

"I don't believe it." Micky stated. He swallowed his food. "The only thing Peter ever makes is soup. We had to teach him something else besides 'Cream of Root Beer Soup.'"

"Hey!" Peter said, offended.

The conversation continued, and Davy quickly forgot about going back to California. After dinner they finished the night with some board games the Mikes fished from the attic. When it was time for bed, a particular person had some protests, but was then dragged off to bed. Micky continued to sleep in the guest bedroom, while Mike, Peter, and Davy all shared the living room.

"Those two are inseparable."

"Awe. So cute."

"How'd she get past us?"

"We're not going to be able to even get out of the driveway without one of them running for the other."

"Be nice, Mike. It's not Davy's fault women love him."

"She's six."

"Not the point."

The Mikes, Maria, Micky, and Peter all stood above the sleeping Davy Jones and Eva Hart. Eva was snuggled in close to Davy's chest, with one of his arms protecting her.

"If Eva wasn't with him I'd dump water on his British head."

"Micky!"

"What? I used to do it all the time when he still lived in California."

"You only did it once, Micky. Didn't you?"

"I did too do it more than once!"

"You did it more than once, all right. To me."

"Sorry Mike."

Davy could hear the bickering above him. Could he just not get up? All he wanted was to sit still and sleep. Why was doing stuff such an important part of life? He did not want to pursue the day. He knew that by this time tomorrow he'd either be in the MonkeeMobile driving towards Malibu, or in Malibu, sitting in the police station waiting for his grandfather to pick him up. Could he just stay here?

"I think I'm gonna do it."

Davy groaned. "Micky, if one drop of water hits my head, I'm gonna kill ya." Davy refused to open his eyes. Instead, he pulled the sleeping girl in, digging his face into her blonde hair.

"Well good morning Prince Charming!" Davy could hear the Texan proclaim. "Rise and shine!"

"No." Davy stated flatly, not abandoning his position.

"What do you mean, 'no?'" Micky asked. Davy felt a 'thud' on the ground. He opened up one eye to find another eye anterior to his.

"I mean, 'no.'" Davy said flatly, closing his eye.

"Excuse me." Davy heard Maria say. He felt a shadow over him, then movement. "Eva, Eva wake up sweetie.

Davy opened both his eyes to find Eva waking up from her sleep. "Hi Mommy." She said quietly.

Maria took Eva into her arms. "There. Now I don't think you have an excuse to get up." Maria said, louder. "Eva, let's get you dressed." Davy felt footsteps leading away from him. Groaning, he sat up on the floor.

"Good morning Davy!" Peter cried happily.

"Now that you're up, maybe you'd care for some breakfast?" Mike Hart asked.

"I'll have his if he doesn't want it!" Micky proclaimed.

"Micky you already had breakfast." Mike Nesmith complained.

"Why would you want two breakfasts?" Peter asked.

"Never mind Peter." Micky said.

"Micky n' I will make sure everything we need is in the car. Right, Mick?" Mike said, elbowing Micky in the side.

"Ow! Right, Mike." Micky moaned. Mike and Micky walked out of the house, leaving just Peter and Mike Hart with Davy.

"Here, I'll help you up." Mike offered a hand to the Englishman. Reluctantly, Davy accepted the hand and stood. "Breakfast is in the kitchen. I'll be out with Mike and Micky if you need me." With that Mike left, leaving Peter to go with Davy to the kitchen. Davy was not ready for the day to begin.