Round 2:
"Let's switch things up this time," Micky declared. "I'll take truth."
"If you were stuck on a deserted island with the three of us, who would you pick and why?" Davy said confidently.
"Hmm this requires some thought. Not Davy because if I need coconuts off a tree I need someone taller to help me reach them…"
"Hey!"
"I think Mike would be practical in thinking of ways to get off the island, but Peter is more spontaneous and would be game for my wacky plans. So, I pick Peter."
"Good choice, I don't think you would survive on an island with me," Mike stated.
"Because you wouldn't follow my plans?"
"Sure, we'll go with that and not that I might kill you while we're there."
"Davy?" Peter said pleased that he was Micky's choice.
"I'll go dare so Micky won't be able to expand on my last answer," Davy said defiantly.
"I want you to talk in a Southern accent for the next two rounds," Mike decided.
Micky drug his hand down the length of his face. "You guys are not very good at this dare thing."
The other three glared at Micky and he held his hands up in surrender.
"I don't know if I can do that!" Davy complained.
"You could always use your one pass," Micky said smugly.
"I'm not giving you the satisfaction, partner," Davy said in a near perfect Southern accent.
Everyone stared at him wide eyed.
"You sound more Southern than Mike!" Peter said in astonishment.
"Thanks, Shotgun," Davy tipped an imaginary cowboy hat.
Mike rolled his eyes. "Very authentic, John Wayne. Next."
"Dare," Peter asserted as he winced at the possibilities.
"Act like a monkey!" Micky chose quickly.
"And that was better than anything we've come up with?" Davy asked.
Micky shrugged, "You can't give Peter anything too crazy. He oozes innocence."
Peter took a deep breath and contemplated how to approach this dare.
" 'ello there! Look at that bird over there, Mate. I li'e that. I'm not very tall meself. You must be joking!" Peter said in a British accent.
"Not that kind of Monkee! The animal," Micky slapped his own forehead.
"Oh, I thought you meant one of us and I thought Davy was my best option."
"I don't sound like that do I?" Davy said with his newfound twang.
"Well, not currently. Mike?" Micky continued exasperated.
"Truth."
"Ever been in trouble with the law?" Davy asked.
Mike cringed at the thought. "Yes, in Saginaw which is one reason why I won't go back there. Don't want to tangle with the law again."
"Why? What happened?" Peter became excited.
"Why else don't you want to go back?" Micky added.
"Oh sorry fellas, that wasn't the question," Mike answered shrewdly.
Peter frowned and Micky crossed his arms. "Don't worry, I'll remember that. The game has only just begun."