Based on Season 1 Episode 16, Son of a Gypsy, one of my personal favorites and a very fun one to write.
All in all, it wasn't the best night of Micky's life. It had started out with them getting a gig for some crazy rich lady's party, but that was about normal. Then they had been invited by a group of gypsies to come visit their camp, which still wasn't that bad. When they had gotten to the camp, the gypsies had kidnapped them and threatened to torture them unless they agreed to steal a Maltese Vulture from the crazy rich lady, but even that wasn't what made the night so horrible.
What made it horrible was that Maria, the evil mother and the leader of the gypsy group, had decided that in order to insure the Monkees cooperated, she needed a hostage (Which was totally true, by the way, but even so), and she had chosen Peter.
If the Monkees (Minus Peter) Didn't deliver the Vulture by midnight, the gypsies would kill him.
Needless to say, Micky didn't enjoy the party.
He'd tried to send someone for the police, just like he'd seen in dozen of movies, but just his luck he'd picked the one guy who didn't speak English.
He still wasn't sure what had happened to Davy and Mike's plan for sending for help, but it hadn't got them any results.
So they were resigned to stealing the vulture. Davy had the best plan out of the three of them, he would try to sneak in and steal it while Mike and Micky distracted the guards.
It took awhile, but with the guards distracted and Davy safely in the room, all Mike and Micky could do was wait.
"Mike?" Micky asked as the two sat in the hallway. Davy had only been gone for a short while, but every second felt like an eternity to Micky.
"Yeah?" Mike asked. Micky fidgeted with his hands. He felt like he couldn't sit still for a second.
"Do you think we'll make it in time?" He asked. Mike took a sidelong glance at him. "Sure we will," he said. "Davy knows what he's doing, I think. We'll get that vulture to the gypsies long before we have to worry about Peter."
"But what if we don't make it in time?" Micky asked. "Do you think... do you think they'll actually..."
He couldn't even say it. He swallowed nervously. What if they were too late? What if the gypsies actually went through with it? What if he never saw Peter alive again? He couldn't even remember the last thing he'd said to Peter.
"Now, look here," Mike said suddenly, turning to face Micky and frowning a little. "Nothing's gonna happen to Peter. Not tonight, and not ever. I won't ever let anything happen to any of you, you hear me? Davy's gonna get into that safe, we're gonna give the vulture to the gypsies, and we're all gonna go home, forget this ever happened, and we'll never watch The Inspector General again."
"But-" Micky started, but Mike held up his hand. "Ah," he said. "Peter's gonna be fine, I promise."
He didn't sound convinced, but before Micky could say anything, the crazy lady and a bustling friend rushed by, the lady talking about showing her friend the Vulture.
"Quick, we need to come up with some kind of distraction, so we can get in there and help Davy!" Mike said.
Micky put on his thinking face. Distractions and disguises were his forte. He could come up with something easily.
And so they came up with a plan, rushed into the room, threw the Vulture out the window just in time, and then the guards escorted them to the living room, where the gypsies had "caught" Peter trying to steal the vulture.
Personally, Micky was just happy to see his blonde friend alive, but he was more than happy to get into the fight that broke out after Maria made a snatch for the Vulture.
Soon the police had captured the gypsies, everybody's valuables were returned, the Vulture was safe in the hands of the crazy lady's guards, and Maria announced that she and the boys would turn from their life of crime so they could get into show business. Apparently the Monkees just had that affect on criminals.
And so, with a final goodbye from Maria and a kiss on the head from Marco, the gypsies were taken away.
"Well now, I'm glad to see they're goin' straight," Mike said.
Davy nodded. "You know," he said. "I think we were a good influence on 'em."
"Yeah, well, let's not hang around all night, let's go." Micky said.
Mike raised his wrist to look at his watch. "Yeah, it's nearly-"
He let out a huge gasp as it was revealed that his watch was no longer on his wrist.
"Hey!" He yelled, as Micky stared. "She took your watch!" He said. "Yup, it's gone!" Mike agreed.
"Hey, mine's gone too!" Davy exclaimed.
"I don't wear a watch," Micky said, but he felt his pockets, and sure enough... "My wallet!" He yelled.
"Peter, what did she take from you?" Mike asked, turning around. Peter wasn't there.
"Peter?" He asked. Micky and Davy turned to where Peter had been standing a moment before.
"Peter?" The both called as Mike waved his arms in the empty air where Peter had stood. That didn't make any sense, he'd been standing right there as Maria gave them all a hug and stolen something of theirs...
No. Uh-uh. Not possible. There was no way that what they were thinking might've happened could have ever happened.
"Peter?" They all asked again.
"You don't think..." Micky started.
"Uh..." Was all Davy could manage to say.
"I really don't see why she'd've stolen..." Mike stammered.
"Peter?" Micky tried again.
"Peter! Davy called quietly, not really expecting an answer.
It finally seemed to really sink in and frantically, the three of them ran for the door, shouting out for Maria. She had managed to steal Peter.
How on earth she accomplished it, they never truly found out. But they all ended up safe and sound back at the pad, surprisingly not much shaken up about the whole affair. After all, they were the Monkees. This sort of thing happened just about every week.
But Micky always remembered what Mike had said to him in the hallway, about never letting anything happen to any of them. It made him feel happy and safe, knowing that whatever happened, Mike would be there to fix it.
He just hoped it wouldn't happen to Peter again. He hated having to worry.