Author's notes: This story is based off Season 1 Episode 25, Alias Micky Dolenz.

Micky fidgeted nervously in his chair, glancing from Mike to the Chief to Baby Face Morales, who was sitting in the chair next to him, fidgeting nervously in his chair. Apparently, Micky wasn't the only one in the world who could impersonate almost anyone.

Everything had gone well enough until they'd gotten to the police station. The power went off, the lights went out, and Micky was shoved to the ground. When the lights came back on, Baby Face Morales was standing where he had been standing, looking around at the other criminals, pretending to be worried.

Now the chief had them both sitting side by side, while Mike stared at them, not wanting to make the call on who was who. He was pretty certain he would get it right, but... what if he didn't? He didn't want to be responsible for the escape of Baby Face, but even more so, he didn't want to be the one to send Micky to jail.

"Come on, Mike, don't you know me!?" Baby Face asked desperately. Somehow, he had learned all of their names. "It's me, Micky! Your buddy, your pal!"

"Don't listen to him, Mike!" Micky cried out. "He's lying, I'm the real Micky! It's me, I've known you for two years! We're in a band together!"

"Yeah, the Monkees," Baby Face added. "Come on, Mike, please, don't let them take me away! Don't let them lock me up, please Mike!"

Mike looked like he had a headache, and a big one at that. He turned to the chief. "Chief," he said. "I- I just can't... I mean, I've got no way of knowing... They're practically identical!"

Micky put his face in his hands. It was hopeless. "Identical!?" Baby Face said. "Ha! Look at that guy, he looks nothing like me!"

"Oh, don't you call me a mean dirty rat face again!" Micky said. "I'm not Baby Face! I'm Micky, Micky Dolenz! Mike, Pleeease!" He turned and looked back up at Mike. "You have to believe me! Would I lie to you?"

"You would if you were Baby Face," Mike deadpanned. Baby Face sent a smug glance to Micky. "He's got you there, Baby Face," he said.

"I'm not Baby Face!" Micky insisted. "Don't call me Baby Face, Baby Face!"

"Well, I'm not Baby Face!" Baby Face said. "I'm Micky Dolenz! I'm a Monkee and I play the drums and I don't wanna go to jail! Oh, I never should have taken this job!"

"Now, that's what I told you," Mike said. Micky looked at him in horror. "Mike!" He exclaimed desperately. "You can't believe that he's Micky! I mean, me! I'm me! You have to believe me!"

"But you just said 'Micky' before you said 'Me'!" Baby Face pointed out with triumph. "That just show's you're not really me!"

"No it doesn't, it shows that you're confusing me by impersonating me!"

"Quiet down!" Mike said. Both Micky and Baby Face stopped talking and looked up at Mike worriedly. He bent down and looked hard into Baby Face's face, and then he looked hard into Micky's. He stood up and sighed, turning away and taking a few steps toward the center of the room. Taking his hat off, he ran his hand through his hair.

"I know what that means," Micky said, grasping at straws to prove that he was Micky. "Yeah, so do I," Baby Face said. "It means he's frustrated and he can't figure out which one of us is telling the truth."

Drat. Baby Face beat him to it.

"I've got it," Micky said. "Ask me a question, something that'll prove that I'm Micky!"

"Don't you remember, Baby Face, we already tried that to prove to Tony that I was you. Peter messed it up when you said I'd read it in the papers."

"No, you said I'd read it in the papers!" Micky exclaimed. "Stop pretending to be me!"

"I'm not pretending, I really am Micky!" Baby Face said.

"So, what do you recommend we do?" The Chief said, looking at Mike. Mike rubbed his forehead. "I really don't know," he said. "Can't you do a fingerprint test or something? Everybody's fingerprints are different. Maybe that'll tell us."

"We could do that, yes," The chief said. "But we wouldn't get the results until tomorrow morning. We would have to hold them here overnight.

Both Micky and Baby Face groaned at that. "I don't wanna stay in jail overnight!" Baby Face said. "I just wanna go home, to the pad, and go to bed!"

Micky let out a strangled sob. Baby Face was so convincing, even he almost believed in his story.

"I'm never going to get out of here!" He despaired.

Just then, the door opened and Peter walked in. "Hey, Mike," he said. "What's taking so long?"

"PETER!" Baby Face exclaimed. "Tell these people that I'm really Micky!"

"Peter, don't listen to him!" Micky said. "He's lying! I'm Micky, really, I am!"

"Oh..." Peter said, looking at the two identical people sitting on the chairs. "I see..."

"Can you figure this out?" Mike asked him. "Cause I sure can't tell 'em apart."

Peter cocked his head, then he leaned in close, just like Mike had done. He looked at Baby Face, and then he looked at Micky.

Standing up, he said "They look exactly the same to me."

Micky groaned, as did Baby Face. That was it. His last hope. Well, until the morning, that is. But still.

"Well, that's it, then," Mike said, throwing his hands in the air. "If you can't tell them apart, there's no way we'll ever sort this out without the fingerprints!"

"Hey, wait, don't give up," Peter said, glancing at the two of them. "I think I know a way to tell them apart."

"How?" Mike asked. Peter bent over again, studying their faces.

"Meatloaf," he said simply.

Micky chuckled. What was Peter planning on doing, bringing meatloaf down to the station to see which of them would eat it fastest? That wasn't going to work, especially as no meatloaf compared to Aunt Franny's meatloaf. After eating hers, Micky hadn't really liked any other meatloaf he'd had.

"It's him," Peter said, smiling and pointing at Micky. Micky was stunned. "How..." He said. "How did you know it was me, Pete?"

Peter grinned. "You laughed," he said. "Baby Face just looked confused."

Mike was also surprised. "Well, what do you know," he said. "Peter, you saved us a whole lot of trouble!"

"Yeah, thanks, Peter!" Micky said, smiling and standing up. He looked down at Baby Face, who was glaring at the three of them. "What does that even mean, 'Meatloaf'?" He asked sullenly, all traces of Micky's mannerisms and voice patterns gone.

Peter smiled. "Well," he said. "Meatloaf's his favorite. Let's just say, it's an inside thing."

"Yeah, sort of like a secret handshake," Micky said. "Or a password!"

"Well, now I know," Baby Face said. "You just wait until next time, Dolenz. I'll be back one day, and I'll know everything about you then."

"Oh, you won't know everything," Peter said with a smile. "Micky's full of surprises. I've known him for four years and I still don't know everything."

"No," Micky said. "But you know enough when it matters."

Peter smiled. "Thanks," he said. "If we ever run into my double, just make sure you can return the favor."

Micky laughed. "Can do," he said. "There's no worries there. I'd know you just about anywhere!"

Peter thought on that as the three of them headed out of the station and into the night air. "Well," he said with a smile. "I do have that kind of a face."