A scream echoed through the silence of the pad. It was shrill, it could probably make somebody deaf. Dictator Shannon groaned, sleepily stumbling down the stairs in her bunny pajamas. "Flower, you're gonna die..." She tripped at the end of the stairs, falling into the huge Indian totum pole Micky had given them. She kicked it, squealed in pain, and hopped into the living room. "What the heck are you screaming about?!" Flower looked up from the couch. "There's....there's..." Dictator smacked her upside the head. "I saw something on MTV...and it scared me." Dictator rolled her eyes and rubbed her toe. "What'd you see?" Flower took a deep breath and looked at the TV. "There was this thing about a Backstreet Boys contest...and the girl who won was named Flower, she was from CA, and her favorite Backstreet Boy was Kevin....just like me." Dictator's eyes widened: did Flower have a twin or something?
"Muahahaha!!!" The evil Phillepe grinned in triumph. "Our plan is going into effect." He glanced at an exact duplicate of Flower. The curly brown hair, the brown eyes: everything looked the same. "Ooooh Phillepe, this is perfect. Soon, the world will be ours!" The only thing different about this "clone" was that she had a tiny mole on her lip. But, it was barely noticable. "Yes Deliah, it will be!! Now, remember the plan...you'll sneak the house tonight when Flower leaves on a speical mission. Dictator's so dumb...she'll never know the the difference." They both shared an evil laugh as Phillepe started writing a telegram. "We'll just say that Bobby Sherman needs her help....she'll go." Deliah tossed her brown hair over her shoulder. "Why can't we make one of the Monkees be in trouble? That's who she really loves!" Phillepe sealed the envelope and tied it to a carrier pigeon. "Because they're probably at the house with her...you know how scared Flower gets."
Phillepe was right. Flower clung to Micky's arm, shaking. "Micky, I don't WANT to have a clone," she said, biting her lip. "I know, I know....could you please not squeeze my arm so tightly? I'm gonna have a hemmorage." Flower loosened her grip a bit and looked up at Dictator, who was pacing madly. "This is crazy...you can't have a clone..." Peter looked up from his Coke. "Yes she can....Micky had one!!!" Mike looked at Peter and shook his head. "Peter, Micky was playing both roles..." Peter looked down at his Coke and sniffled, hurt because he actually thought he got something. Davy stroked his chin thoughtfully. "Well, 'ow do we know if she 'as a clone or not? Wha do we do?" Before anyone could answer, there was a knock at the door. Dictator walked over, opening the door, and was handed a yellow piece of paper. "Flower, some telegram just came for you....special delivery too." Flower reluctantly got up from her place on the couch, opening the envelope. "Man, that kid's got a grip," Micky whispered, rubbing his arm. "I gotta go!!!! See ya later!!!" Flower ran out the door, the paper floating to the floor.
"What was that all about?" Davy asked. Mike picked up the left behind telegram and read it. "It says here that Bobby Sherman is in trouble, he needs her help and for her to come alone." "That idiot!" Dictator yelled. "She should know better than to leave the pad right now when she possibly has a clone on the loose! If someone did make a clone of her, they certainly didn't do it to be nice! I should smack that girl upside the head with a breadstick!" The Monkees winced at the last remark, rubbing different spots on their head where they had each suffered the wrath of the breadstick at one time or another.
"Alright, so what do we do?" Davy asked. "Well, first off...we don't let Flower out of our sight!" "Too late!" Micky interrupted, "She's already out of sight!" "Not if I can help it! We have to save Flower!" Flower! Flower! Flower! Everyone looked around. "Huh?! What was that?" Peter asked, alarmed. "I dunno!" Davy answered, jumping into Peter's arms in fright. "But Dictator's right," Mike said, "We have to save Flower!" Flower! Flower! Flower! Everyone looks around nervously again. Micky gulped. "What is that? Where is it coming from?" "I don't know and I don't think I want to know!" Mike exclaimed. "Let's get outta here!"
Flower jogged, humming "Randy Scouse Git", and was terribly out of breath. "Dude...I don't remeber it being such a long walk to Bobby's house!" She wiped her forehead, taking a deep breath. "I should have been there by now." She sat down to rest in a chair, which was chained to a young man in a bright yellow shirt. He looked remarkably like Davy when he was younger. Flower looks at him a minute when he glanced back to find out why his load has gotten heavier and why he couldn't budge the chair. She shook her head violently. "I think I'm getting delirious from all this running...oh, wait a minute! Why am I running anyways? And why am I talking to myself? " Flower looks around and saw people staring at her like she's a nut. "Yeah, yeah, I get the funniest looks from everyone I meet." She shrugged and continued on talking. "I can fly man! Let's fly!" Flower stood, and revved up to take off. Someone suddnely hit her upside the head with a breadstick. "Hey!" Flower exclaimed. "Don't do that." Flower turned around to see Dictator and the Monkees standing behind her. All of them had their arms crossed and were tapping their feet. Dictator was holding a breadstick. "Oh hiiii Dictator!! Fancy meeting you here!" Dictator rolled her eyes at her idiot friend. "Flower..." Flower! Flower! Flower! Everyone looked around again, trying to figure out where the echos were. "Flower..." Flower! Flower! Flower! Everyone looked around but, Dictator impatiently ignored it and went on. "What do you think you are doing?" "Well I was---" "You are coming back to the pad with us this very minute and you are not leaving our sight until this whole clone thing is over!" Dictator grabbed Flower by one arm and Micky grabbed her other arm, carrying her back to the pad.
"You can't lock me up like this!! Bobby needs my help!!" Mike finished chaining Flower to an armchair and stood. "Bobby can live without you, shotgun." Flower sighed, standing, and tried to run. The chain pulled her back and she fell back into a sitting position. "This isn't fair!!" Micky sorta felt bad as Flower propped her head on her hand and glanced longingly at the window. "Guys...maybe we're being a little hard on her..." Dictator held up a breadstick and glared at him. "Look Fuzzy, you want to be smacked with this?" Micky frantically shook his head. "I wanna be free...like the bluebirds flying by me...like the--" Davy silenced Flower with a wave of his hand. "It's not that bad luv...look, we're gonna go run some errands...'ere's a TV and a can of Coke." Flower slumped down in her chair, watching old Monkees episodes. "Fine...see ya." Peter frowned as he knelt down in front of her. "You're not mad at us, are you?" Flower simply stared at the TV and screamed, "I WANNA BE FREE!!" Peter rubbed his ear, standing. "We'll be back later...stay put." Mike pointed a finger at Flower and smiled, offering her a wink. "Just leave already," Flower said. Everyone walked out of the door, muttering good-byes.
Flower watched about 5 episodes of the Monkees when the TV suddenly shut down. "Awwwwww man." As she tried to get the picture back, there was a knock at the door. Flower dragged the chair behind her as she walked to the door and opened it. "Hello there luv! I'm selling Avon---what happened to you?" Unknown to Flower, this was her clone in disguise. "My dumb friends decided to chain me to a chair...I'm a great converstation piece." "That's too bad," Deliah said, smiling fakely. "Yeah...and I have to go save Bobby Sherman!!" Deliah nodded, pulling out a blowtorch. "Well, I can free you." Flower smiled. "Thanks!! But, what if they come back early?" Deliah started to work on the chain. "Don't worry...you'll probably be back before they come back." After a couple of minutes, the chain had been melted and Flower was free. She ran out of the door and Deliah started laughing. "What a dum-dum." She removed her wig and jacket, so she looked exactly like Flower. Deliah shut the door, dragged the chair back to where Flower was sitting and she chained herself to the chair.
"Honey, I'm home!!" Micky burst through the door, grinning at Deliah. She sat up in the chair again and smiled. "Hey," she responded, rubbing her eyes. One by one, the rest of the gang filed into the pad. Dictator stopped, looking at Deliah suspiciously. "Did you hear any word on your clone?" Deliah shook her head quickly. "Nope...nothing at all...I've just been sitting here watching the dust particles fly through the air." Peter, Davy, Mike, and Dictator exchanged glances. Micky grinned. "Flower...we are too much alike!" The Flower clone rolled her eyes, which is something she would never do (well, to Micky at least) and looked up at the ceiling. "Psst...hey guys!" The guys looked over at Dictator, who was motioning to a secret room. They all slipped inside to discuss the situation.
"What's up Shannon?" Mike asked. Dictator glared at him. "Err I mean, Dictator Shannon" He quickly corrected himself due to fear of breadsticks. And due to the fear of her 'Bob the Chicken' costume. "Doesn't something strike you as strange?" Dictator asked, glancing around the room. "Yeah," Peter said after a moment, "I noticed something strange." "What?" Micky asked, leaning against the wall. "The grocery store was out of pickles." Everybody looked at him, obviously confused. "HUH?!?!?" they asked in unison. Peter squealed and hid when they all took out breadsticks, preparing to smack him with them. "Well, something doesn't seem right here...." "What do you mean?" Mike asked, raising his eyebrows. "Well, Tex" Dictator said, "I'll show ya." Dictator grabbed Micky and dragged him over to "Flower", leaving them alone together while she and the others peered from behind the door to the secret room. "What'd you do that for?" Davy asked, his voice raising his an octave. "You know Micky is dead meat being alone with 'er like tha! She won't leave 'im alone!" Dictator looked at Davy and stars formed in her eyes. She violently shook her head to shake them off. "Just watch." Everyone watched Micky and "Flower"...well, except for Dictator: she watched Davy with a dreamy look on her face. "I don't get it," Davy whispered. "She doesn't even 'ave stars in her eyes and she's not drooling!" "You mean like Dictator?" Peter said as he giggled and pointed at Dictator, who was still looking at Davy. Davy smiled nervously at Dictator and move slowly away. She followed quickly, smiling. "What's with these two?" Mike asked. "They're love struck!" "Not anymore." Peter whispered, directing his attention to "Flower" and Micky. Micky started to play his drums to cheer her up, which usually always worked, "Flower" had violently thrown pillows at him. "Ouch!" They all winced. Even Dictator winced because she had finally stopped drooling for the moment.
"Here my pet." Micky grinned and held out a bouquet of beautiful flowers. This usually made Flower just melt into a puddle: he knew it. She sighed and swatted them aside. "Can it Fuzzy...and I'm not your pet. Ick!" She made a face and turned her attention back to the turned off TV, leaving Micky to look at the flowers in confusion. "Ooooh, I like this show!" Micky looked over at "Flower". "Um...Flower...there's nothing--" She sighed and glared evily at him. "Just leave me alone...you're trying my patience...and for goodness sakes, cut off that ponytail!!" Everyone gasped as Micky hung his head, walking into the secret room.
"Okay...that is definately not our Flower..." Dictator began pacing as a choked, weird, sob noise filled the room. "She doesn't like me anymore." Davy patted Micky's back and smiled. "Don't worry Mick...you 'ave plenty of otha fans!" Peter smiled and patted Micky's head. "Yeah, and they probably don't like you either!!" Micky's smile turned into a frown and he began to cry again. "Now see what you did? You made him cry, you big ox!" Peter hung his head in shame as Mike and Davy continued to console him. "You think that could be the clone?" Dictator turned to the guys, waiting for an opinion. "No Dictator...whatever makes you think that?" Mike responded, a hint of sarcasm in his voice. She scowled and hit him with a breadstick. "Don't get flip with me Tex!" Mike rubbed his head and cowered behind Davy, which wasn't much use since Davy's only 5'3 and he's 6'1. Dictator rolled her eyes, looking towards the door again. "What can we do?"
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