**Little Note: When you see something in italics, that's the author (aka me) talking. And, the curly haired girl who comes in when one of the Monkees does something bad...that's me too ::giggles::
~Flower
Our story begins far, far away in the mystical land of.....California? Okay, so it's not so mystical. We find our two crazies...I mean, heroes...in a crisis...
"FLOWER!!!" Dictator Shannon yelled quite loudly. Footsteps sounded from a room, a door slammed, a flash of blue flew quickly down the banister, and landed with a thump. "Yes ma'am!" Flower saluted quickly, standing up straight. "At ease, soldier." Flower relaxed, smiling. "Okay...what's shaking?" Dictator Shannon rolled her eyes and thrust a telegram to her giddy compadre. "THAT'S what's shaking." A surprised look passed over her partner's face. "Wizard Glick's back? I thought he was in the nuthouse!" Flower exclaimed, dropping the yellow paper in shock. "Well, you were in the nuthouse and you escaped right?" Flower nodded in response. "And I was in the nuthouse and I ---hey, wait a minute!!!" What? "We weren't in the nuthouse man!!!" Well, you should have been. Dictator Shannon made a face at the author. Flower cleared her throat. "Well, I guess we have a crisis on our hands...what's he up to?" Dictator Shannon sighed and looked down. "He's kidnapped the Monkees." She broke into sobs and Flower's mouth dropped open in shock. Five minutes later, she still had not closed it. Flower, shut your mouth please...nobody wants to see that. "Oh, okay, sowwy." Flower closed her mouth politely and handed Dictator an extra large hanky. "It's okay Dictator--" She was muffled by Dictator Shannon blowing her nose loudly. It sounded like a trombone. She tried to shout over the noise but, it was no use. Here Flower, use this. Flower took the bullhorn from the author and smiled, suddenly standing on a soap box. "DICTATOR!!" Dictator looked up to see Flower tapping her foot impatiently. "Hold on.....seesh!! Whatta grouch!" She blew her nose one more time and Flower jumped off her soap box. "It's okay Dictator, we can save the Monkees!" Dictator looked puzzled and Flower sighed. "Do I have to be the brains of this operation ALL the time?" Dictator nodded, a rattling sound echoing through the silence when she nodded. "Okay...well, we can put on our Swooning Hippie Chick costumes and save the Monkees!!" Dictator smacked Flower in the forehead. "First off, dummy, our Swooning Hippie Chick costumes are in the cleaners. Second off, the Monkees can save themselves." She suddenly looked out the window as Flower rubbed her forehead. "I hope..."
"Curse you Red Baron!!!" Wizard Glick laughed at the loud shout coming from Micky Dolenz. "Shut up, Fuzzy, or I'll cut off your ponytail." Micky instantly shut up and hung his head, pouting. "Not my ponytail...anything by my ponytail." Mike was getting angrier by the minute. "Now listen here, shotgun....either you let us go or..." He stopped, pondering. Wizard Glick waited, tapping his long, icky fingernails on his desk. "Or you'll what Wool Hat?" Mike's whole face turned red in anger. "DON'T CALL ME WOOL HAT!!!!" Wizard Glick rolled his eyes as he gagged the outspoken Texan. "Let's see you talk now, Nezbomb!!" The Monkees' faces showed confused expressions. "Er--I mean...let's see you talk now, Nishwash!" Again, the faces of the captives looked confused. The evil kidnapper shook his fists in frustration. "Curse you author for making me have such a lousy part!!!" Davy looked way, way up at Mike and turned his attention to the Wizard. "'Ow did you get cast anyway?" Glick sighed and itched his nose. "They needed a villian that worked for a cheap sum." Davy nodded in agreement. "Now, let me see...um...oh yeah." Glick went over to his desk again and laughed an evil laugh. "My plan is almost complete!!" Peter looked longingly at his smashed bass guitar, which lay in pieces in the corner. "What do you want from us?" Peter asked, blowing Micky's ponytail from off his face. Micky giggled and poked Peter with his finger. "Cut it out." Peter kicked Micky, smiled at hearing an "Ouch!", and waited for a response. "Well, first of all, I want your musical ability...." Davy groaned, standing up straight so he was a whole inch taller. That's a lot for Davy. "We don't 'ave any musical ability...we're actas!!" Suddenly, a curly haired girl with a beret came in the room. "'Cuse me..." She went over to Davy and bopped him on the head with a breadstick. "You say that again, I'll shove this breadstick up your nose...got it short stuff?" Davy nodded, for the girl was 3 inches taller than him and he knew she could get violent. Micky sighed as the girl walked out again. "What a day," he muttered, as the evil Glick tried to sing "Last Train To Clarksville".
Flower added the finishing touch to her Swooning Hippie Chick costume. The neon pink cotton jumpsuit flashed brillantly and she smiled at knowing the cleaners used Downy. Her silver cape sparkled, her silver boots glimmered, her silver "SHC" shone and her silver glasses....weren't there. "Ugh...I'm gonna hit someone with a breadstick." She started looking around. Dictator came downstairs in a similar costume, except hers was neon green. "I look like I got paintballed to death," she muttered, glancing in the mirror. "Shannonnnnnnnnn..." Dictator growled and walked over to her whining amigo, her cape flowing behind her. Then, it got tangled on the doorknob and yanked her back. She fell to the floor and looked up at Flower. "What? And it's Dictator to you, buddy!" Flower sighed and pouted. "I lost my glasses." Dictator stood, rolled up a newspaper, and smacked Flower on the head. "We wear contacts now, remember? Cause those glasses always looked stupid on us." Flower nodded in agreement and re-tied her cape. "Shall we go now?" Flower smiled and took a running postion. "SHCs...up, up, and awayyyy...hey!" Dictator held Flower's cape as Flower continued to run in place. "Flower? Why should we fly?" Flower crossed her arms, stopped running, and stomped her foot. "Because I want to!" Dictator pulled her out the door by the cape. "The hideout's just down the street...you can't get everything you want."
"Ha, gotcha again." Davy groaned and rubbed his eyes. He really didn't like Tic-Tac-Toe. Somehow they convinced Wizard Glick to bet their freedom on Tic-Tac-Toe. If Davy won, they'd be free to get back to their lives. Davy back to the Teen Idols Tour (which the author was fortunate enough to see twice), Peter back to touring California with Shoe Suede Blues (which the author is DYING to see), Michael back to promoting his super groovy book, 'The Long Sandy Hair Of Neftoon Zamora' (which the author has read 5 times so far), and Micky back to doing voices for the super-cute cartoon show 'The Secret Files Of The Spy Dogs' (which the author faithfully watches every Saturday morning). But, after 15 games, Davy had lost every single one. Well, except for one he was close to winning, but Mike had cursed and the curly haired girl came in to hit him with a breadstick. Davy turned back to the table and found that Wizard Glick had cheated while he giggled at Mike. He then realized he was hungry. "'Ey, Wizard Ick..." "It's GLICK!!!" Davy coughed and fanned in front of his face. "Goodness, brush your teeth once in awhile..." Micky started cracking up, falling on the floor laughing. Everyone looked over at him as he rolled around, still tied up to his chair. "Micky...what's so funny?" Peter asked, raising his eyebrows. Micky looked up, red from laughing, and took a deep breath. "I was just remembering that joke Mike told us back in '66...you know, the one about the chicken tha---" Wizard Glick gagged Micky and resumed Tic-Tac-Toe with Davy.
"Here we come, walking down the street...we get the funniest looks from...everyone we meet...hey hey we're the---" Dictator put her hand over her singing sidekick's mouth. "Ssssssh...we're gonna sneak in." Flower nodded. "Mmmhmm hmmm mmm?" Roughly translated: How are we gonna do that? "See that window right there?" Dictator pointed to a window on the very top story. Flower nodded. "Well, we're gonna go up there and open the door and then come in." Flower took Dictator's hand from off her mouth. "How about we just sneak in the room dressed up as TV repairmen or something?" Dictator nodded and suddenly, they were both snapped up in costumes. Flower as a nurse and Dictator as a---Chicken? "Great!Just great" Flower looked over and almost giggled. "You giggle Flower and, if I ever lay an egg, it's going in your face." Flower bit her lip, stiffling her giggles. "Now what do we do?" "Well, we can just say you got the chicken pox." Dictator groaned at the corny joke as she followed Flower up the stairs.
Wizard Glick came back in the room with an ice pack, finding Micky chewing at his ropes. "I know you voice a cartoon dog...but that's ridiculous!!" Micky tried to cover for his mistake. "Umm...um...I...was getting my fiber for the day!!" Wizard Glick nodded, slamming the ice pack onto Mike's face. Mike had been seriously injured because some girl had burst through the door and violently shoved pies into everyone's face. She then tried to run off with Micky, claiming he was her 'Mickybabe'. The men in the white coats came shortly after her attack. "Petah, 'ow's your 'air?" Peter sighed as he touched his hair, which was covered in apple pie syrup. "It's fine...nothing a little shampoo won't fix." Davy had been creamed with marshmellow and he was all sticky. "Tha's good...I'm scared to touch anything." Peter giggled as Mike let out a groan. "Ugh...I'm never eating pie again." Pumpkin pie stuck to his beard and hair, a cut was across his forehead because of the pie pan. "I don't blame you." Sudennly, there was a knock at the door. "Maybe it's the pizza guy!" Micky exclaimed. "We didn't order any pizza." Wizard Glick threw open the door.
"Hello there!" Flower skipped in, yanking her nurse's skirt down frantically. Shannon skipped in after her, clucking. Mike screamed bloody murder. "It's the ghost of the Texas Prarie Chicken that fell off my roof!!!!!" He covered his eyes. Wizard Glick eyed the nurse and chicken skeptically. "Who are you?" Flower paused for a second. "I'm Nurse Peppy and this is...Bob." Dictator turned her head and clucked loudly. "Well Nurse Peppy and...Bob...what do you want?" Flower smiled as she held up her doctor bag. "The Monkees are due for their uh...weasel shots!!" Davy's eyes widened as he looked at Flower and Dictator. "Weasel shots? I've nevah 'eard of them!" "Well, only the...musicians get them!! Yeah to uh...prevent them from...turning into ballerinas!" Peter, Davy, and Micky all exchange glances. Mike was still covering his eyes. "Ballerinas huh? I'll believe it when I see it." "Fine then, ponytail man, I'll show you." Micky pouted. "Everyone leave my ponytail alone!!!" Dictator clucked a reply as Flower went to fetch a musician.
"Everyone say hi to Peter Noone!" Everyone said hi as Flower ushered him in. Peter grinned and bounced in place. "Peter's appointment was supposed to be today....and he didn't go...watch what happens." Suddenly, Peter's blue blazer and black pants were traded for a shiny blue leotard, tutu, ballet slippers and tights. He pranced around the room. "That's what happens when you don't have your weasel shot. It could get worse...you can turn into a woman permanently too." The Monkees immediately rolled up their sleeves. Flower pulled out a breadstick and, suddenly, Dictator and Flower were the SHCs!! "It's the Swooning Hippie Chicks!!!" Davy screamed. "WE'RE SAVED!!!" The Monkees all said in unision. "Okay, Wizard Glick...you're going down!!!" Suddenly, a hippie walked in with "Goin' Down" blaring on his stereo. Everyone waited until the author's idea of a corny joke left. "Get ready to be beaten!!" Dictator grabbed another breadstick, charging towards Wizard Glick. Flower hopped on his back, hitting him with a breadstick on the head. Dictator hat danced on his feet, making karate type noises. Suddenly, the lights went out and the 3 continued fighting. As the lights went on, the Monkees cheered to see Dictator tickling Wizrd Glick while Flower belted him repeatedly with breadsticks. They were safe!!
"Thanks a lot gurls...you saved our lives." Dictator blushed. "Awwwwwww, it was nothing." Micky grinned as Flower made a face at Wizard Glick, who was being taken to the nuthouse again. "What can we do to make it up to you?!" "Well...you could cut off your ponytail," Dictator said. Micky pouted and Flower smiled. "Don't worry Mick...I like it!" Micky grinned, propping his arm on Flower's shoulder like she was his armrest, and looked at Mike. "You know, I really like this kid." Mike shook his head and walked to Flower. "Say it and you got it." Flower thought for a second. "Guitar lessons." Mike grinned, shaking her hand. "Done." Davy walked over to Shannon, smiling because she wasn't much taller than he was. "Wha about you luv?" Dictator grinned. "I'll take you Davy!" Flower then promptly latched herself onto Micky's arm. "If you get Davy, I get Fuzzy over here!" Peter smirked as he crossed his arms over his chest. "Maybe we should take you two to the nuthouse." "Let's get him, Flower!!" Dictator and Flower took off running after Peter, the rest of the Monkees chasing after them. Another Pleasant Valley Sunday come to an end!!!
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