"Alright, buddy, get up here and on the bike!" yelled the cop as he watched Peter, climb out of the ditch.
"No, you can't! I've got to get back to the pad!" Peter complained as the cop cuffed him and forced him onto the motorbike.
"You're comin' with me!" he yelled, starting up his bike.
"What did I do?" asked Peter.
"Shutup!" said the cop....

Back to Micky....

Micky rode along all the back highways hoping to find Peter. He soon too came to that sign.
"I hope he didn't go for that!" - he hopped off his bike and threw a rock at the sign-
"Come back, Peter!" he cried. Then he got back on his bike....

Meanwhile Davy rode frantically through town, chased by 50 some girls. [Well this is Davy we're talking about...] Finally in the middle of town he stops his bike, looks around and says, "Stop! Do you want to help me?"
"Yeah!" they all yelled.
"Well, Peter's missing," he replied. "Will ya find 'im for me?"
"Yeah!" they yelled, spliting up.
Davy went on searching, and now had the help of girls from all over town....
"Let me out! What did I do, sir?" cried Peter.
"How about littering and speeding!" replied the cop.
"And you lock me up for that?" asked Peter.
"Shutup and sit down!" yelled the cop.
Peter slumped back onto the bed, then jumped up. "Don't I have one phone call?"
"Yes," replied the cop.
"Can I use it now?" asked Peter.
"Here!" he said, shoving the phone to Peter.
Peter carefully dialed the number. "Hello, Pizza Hut...."

Meanwhile Micky was riding along looking for Peter. He wasn't really paying attention to the road or anything. He was daydreaming. Suddenly the front tire hit a hole in the road, sending Micky flying off his bike and sailing in the air. Micky figured he would land in the soggy wet ditch, yet instead he landed on something soft and fuzzy. He looked around. He was in the back seat of the monkeemobile! Micky sat up and then summersaulted into the front seat. The keys were still in the ignition.
"What?!? Peter wouldn't leave the keys in. What's going on??????" he thought aloud. Micky hopped over the door, climbed to the road and threw his motor bike into the back seat. Then he drove the monkeemobile out of the ditch and onto the road. As Micky was driving, he met Davy up the road.
"'Eh Micky. 'Owed you get the monkeemobile?" asked Davy.
"I found it in a ditch over there," replied Micky.
"Over there?" asked Davy, pointing.
"Yeah, over there where the director is standing," replied Micky
. "I thought it was s'posed to be over there," said Davy, puzzled.
"Oh, well. Anyway.." said Micky.
"Any sign of Peter?" asked Davy.
***POOF*** Davy and Micky searched round the area, all over the car, and down the street, wearing dectective suits and holding GIGANTIC magnifying glasses....***POOF*** (back)
"Naw, no sign," said Micky.
"Well, I guess we'll wait for Mike," replied Davy, lunging his motorbike in the back seat. He hopped in and they drove back to the pad. The Phone Call..... Peter was just finishing his last bite of gooey pizza when the phone rang.
Cop: "Hello, LAPD officer Smith here."
Micky: "Yeah, I'd like to report a missing person."
Cop: "Discription?"
Davy: "Oh, about five foot eleven, wearing a blue sweater and jeans with long brown hair."
Micky: "His jeans have long brown hair????"
Davy: "No, Mick...."
Micky: (hysterical laughter)
Cop: "How long?"
Micky: "Oh, about down to his shoulders."
Cop: "No, not the hair, how long has he been gone?"
Davy: "Pysically or mentally?"
Cop: "Ahhh! How long has he been missing!"
Micky: "Two hours."
Cop: "And his name?"
Micky: "Since when has his name been missing?"
Cop: "No, no, no! What is the guy's name?"
Davy: "What guy?"
Cop: "The guy who you reported missing!"
Micky: "Oh! Peter Tork."
Cop: "Peter Tork. Okay, we'll check up on it."
Everyone: (hung up!)

"Imagine a person with my name!" thought Peter. "Too bad he's missin', I'd like to meet him."
The cop who'd been taking notes on the missin' person threw away the peice of paper.
"Hey wait!!! Peter Tork! That's me!" exclaimed a jumping up Peter. "It's my friends! They're out looking!"