Davy finally exited the bedroom after two hours. The guys watched as he entered the bathroom to recheck his features. Of course, he was still Peter. He came out and slumped down into a chair at the table with the others.

"Look, Davy, I'm sorry. I never meant for this to happen," Peter said.

"It's not your fault, Peter," Davy said he had obviously cooled down a bit.

They sat in silence studying their own selves. It wasn't every day that someone could look at themselves through another's eyes. Davy broke the silence. "Why me though?"

Peter was embarrassed to answer that. "So…" he began, "it's no secret that I have been down in the dumps lately. I told you before that I was having difficulty meeting and interacting with girls. Every time someone had a girl over I was becoming irritable, which is not an emotion that I am comfortable having. I was frustrated with you and Daphne last night. I'm so envious of your ability to attract girls that I made a stupid wish. I wanted to gain your charm, not your body."

"What's wrong with my body?"

"Besides the inability to reach the top shelf," Micky said.

"Not the point," Peter said. "This is not what I wanted."

"Lucky for you both then that I had a brilliant idea," Micky said triumphantly.

"Oh no," Mike facepalmed.

"I swear it's a good one this time. If Peter wished for this using a superstition like 11:11, then we have to use other wishing superstitions to reverse this."

"You know actually that sounds like it could work," Mike said astonished.

"Don't be so surprised, I do have good ideas every once in a while."

"Yeah you were due."

"What have we got to lose?" Davy said perking up. "Where do we start?"

"Well, my first thought was a birthday candle wish," Micky said.

"Great! Let's brainstorm ideas and then go get supplies," Davy said excitedly.

Peter hoped this worked. He had a bad feeling though that this was irreversible.

The guys all sat on the back porch looking at the sky and looking defeated. They had spent the day trying all the wishes they could think of birthday candles, wishing well, penny in a fountain, wishbone, eyelashes, and dandelions with no luck. Now they were waiting to see if they could catch a shooting star or wait until 11:11 again.

"I think it's too cloudy to see any stars tonight," Mike said. "We can try again tomorrow."

"We have to keep trying fellas. No offense, Peter, but I need to get back to my old self again," Davy stated.

"No argument here. I have been having such trouble reaching things today," Peter answered.

"Well, I think Micky and I are going to turn in. He's already asleep here and it's only 9:00. Come on, Mick, let's head upstairs."

"No Mommy, I don't want to go to school," Micky said sleepily.

"Micky Dolenz, upstairs now!" Mike said firmly which stirred Micky enough to drag himself upstairs. "Goodnight you guys."

"Night," Peter and Davy said simultaneously.

Once Mike and Micky had descended the stairs, Peter looked at his own face across from him. "Davy…I'm sorry none of the wishes are working. I am trying my hardest to wish."

"I don't blame you for that, Peter. I know you're doing your best."

They both stared out at the ocean deep in thought about their next moves. It appeared as though wishes were not the way to go. What else could there be? Peter was so deep in thought he hardly noticed that Davy had fallen asleep and that it was already 11:00. He waited the next 11 minutes. Maybe he needed the same wish medium as well as time.

The time came. I wish I was back to being myself. Peter closed his eyes tight once a again for a few moments. Might as well rouse Davy and get to bed. Tomorrow's gonna be another day.

Peter woke up and immediately felt his face and hair. He felt let down as he touched Davy's signature facial features. The wishing didn't work. Peter had no idea how Davy would react to the news or where they would go from here. He knew disappointment would definitely be in the cards, but Davy also had a temper that he witnessed the day before. Peter decided to make breakfast for everyone in hopes of softening the blow.

Mike and Micky came down first looking at their short friend questioningly. "Nope guys, I'm still Peter."

"I was so sure that plan would work," Micky said. "I wonder why it would work to switch you, but would not to switch back."

"No clue, but I nervous for when Davy…" Peter was interrupted by the bedroom door opening and a disgruntled Davy walked out.

"Morning Tiny…I mean Big Peter…um Big Tiny?" Mike attempted.

"Save it Mike," Davy snapped.

"Looks like someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning," Micky mumbled.

"Actually I woke up in the WRONG BODY," Davy barked.

"What happened to the hopeful and understanding Davy of yesterday?" Mike asked slightly annoyed.

"I'm bitter and complicated. It's one of my 'charms'," Davy's voice was dripping with sarcasm as he glared at Peter.

"I don't think you know what that word means…or how to count," Micky countered.

"Look Davy, I can understand your feelings, really I can. However, this attitude and contempt towards the rest of us is not helping," Mike recommended.

Davy slumped into the chair. "Breakfast?" Peter asked hopefully trying to make it up to him. Davy waved him away, "I'm not hungry."

Just then the phone rang and Mike went to answer it. He talked for a few moments before hanging up and turning to Peter. "Hey man, that was the owner of the Vincent Van Gogh Gogh. He said that you are supposed to be down there in an hour to play the piano for him."

"I completely forgot," said Peter slapping his hand to his forehead. "What am I going to do? He knows me, what I look like. Davy can't go there and play, he doesn't know the piano. This is a disaster."

"No it isn't. We send you down there to play and tell the owner that 'Peter' is sick and 'Davy' will be filling in for him. The owner still gets the piano playing," Micky said.

"That will work, Micky!" Peter answered excitedly. "I'll get ready. Hey where'd Davy go?"

The guys looked around and noticed that Davy was nowhere to be seen and the front door was wide open.