"Okay, whatever! Micky. let me drive. This is wacky!" said Mike.
"I'll get you there.You guys go to sleep. This is crazy!"
"Why do we gotta go to sleep?" asked Peter.
"Cos I don't wantcha fallin asleep on stage tonite," replied Mike.
"Oh, okay," replied Peter.A couple hours later......

Mike hopped out of the monkeemobile and unloaded the instruments. Then he woke Micky,Peter, and Davy up."Wha'?" mumbled Davy.
"Oh, we're here," said Micky.
"I'm hungry," said Peter.
"C'mon guys, ten minutes and we lose the gig! It's 2:50," said Mike.
"Lose the gig?" asked Micky.
"'Ow ah-we gonna lose the gig?" asked Davy.
"We have a deal and if we aren't here by 3 he'll call off the gug," replied Mike.
"Call it off?" said Peter.
"'Ow can 'e do 'at?" asked Davy.
"I dunno. I bet it's the 'Long Haired Wierdos' sorta prospect," replied Mike.
They lugged the instruments to the door and rang the doorbell. "Hello, boys, come on in," said a tall girl who looked about 15 or 16.
"'Ello, and what is your name?" replied Davy, setting his guitar down on the floorand plopping on a couch.
"Raine," she replied.
"Rain?" said Peter.
"Have you checked the weather?" he asked.
"No, that's my name, Peter," replied Raine.
"Oh!" replied Peter, smiling.
"But come to think of it, the weatherman predicted rain for tommorow," replied Raine.
"Well, Raine, delighted to meet you," replied Davy.
"Same here," said Raine.
"So, uh, Raine, are we gonna have a gig tonite 'round here?" asked Mike.
"What time is it?" asked Raine.
"Er uh, 3:00 on the dot," replied Micky.
"Oh, good, you're on time!" said Raine, cheerfully. "Now Dad can't cancel you being at my party!"
"Party?" said Micky.
"Yeah, a party," replied Raine.
"Wow, this is beginning to sound really fun," replied Micky.
Just then a tall suit wearing, short haired man came walking up to them.
"Oh, so these are the long haired weirdos that you want to have at your party," he said to Raine.
aren't weirdos! And "Daddy!" screamed Raine. "They may have long hair, but they they'regreat musicians!"
"I don't believe we've met," said Davy. "I'm David Jones and you are?"
"I'm Mr. Jones, Raine's father," replied the man.
"Imagine that. He 'as me name!" said Davy.
"I'm Peter Tork," said Peter.
"I'm Mike Nesmith," replied Mike.
"I'm Micky Do...." started Micky.
"Mike Nishwash?" asked Mr Jones.
"No! It's Nesmith," replied Mike.
"Huh?" said Mr Jones.
"Nez-mith. Nez-mith!" replied Mike.
"Oh, okay Nezbomb," replied Mr Jones.
"Nice to meet all of you, Tork, Jones,
Do.......what?"
"Dolenz," replied Micky. "Micky Dolenz. Nice meeting you too."
"By the way that's Nesmith, not Nezbomb," replied Mike.
"Okay, well let's see what you guys can do," replied Mr Jones.
"Where can we set up?" asked Peter.
"Over there," said Mr Jones, pointing to a corner where three amps were set up.
"Oh, okay," said Mike.They plugged in and Micky set up his drums.
"Let's do 'Let's Dance On'." said Micky
"Okay. Ah-1-2-3-4!" yelled Mike.
And with some opening guitar riffs, tamborine shakes and thundering drums the songwas on.Raine danced along and cheered afterward. Mr Jones clapped wildly.
"Okay, boys, you've got yourself a gig!"
"Whoa! Thanks, man!" replied Micky.
"Yeah, thanks!" said Davy. "See he isn't that bad. After all he has my last name."
Everyone laughed.
"Well, I've got to go down to the club and set up the place for tonite. I trust you to stay here and not get into trouble," replied Mr Jones.
"Yes, sir," said Mike.
"Alright, uh, Raine, you mind Mr Nesmith," said Mr Jones, walking out the door.
"Hey Mike! He got your name right!" said Micky.
"Hey yeah yer right!" replied Mike.
"Right? I thought we agreed it was left?" said Peter.
"Oh, Pete! C'mon!" said Micky. "Raine, can we, uh, have some to eat? I'm sorta starved."
"Sure," said Raine.
"Okay, so um, whaddya we have?" asked Micky.
"Well, there's bannanas, bread, leftovers, milk, cheese, ham, cereal, leftover cake,orange juice, and cokes," replied Raine.
"Well, I'll have a root beer and some cake," said Peter.
"Orange juice," said Micky.
"Ham and cheese sandwich," said Mike.
"A bannana," said Davy.
"Okay, help yourself," said Raine.
After they finished eating Micky offered, "Hey uh, do ya want us to play forya?"
"Sure," replied Raine.
They all went up to their instruments and each did a song. First Micky sang "Sometime in the Morning," then Peter did "Auntie Grizelda," Mike sang "Sweet Young Thing", and last, but not least, Davy sang "I Wanna Be Free." Then everyone sat down and watched TV, although there wasn't much on. Around 5:30 the TV went totally fuzzy and the wind whistled wildly outside.
"What's going on??" said Peter.The house began to shake.
"Ahhhh!" screamed Micky. "Earthquake!"
"No, that ain't no earthquake!" said Mike, just as the roof ripped off and revealed a giant tornado swirling by the house.
Raine became frightened and clung to Davy, but suddenly Davy was swept into the air. (**Note to Raine from nezgirl: Haha!!**)
"Davy!" screamed Raine.
"Nooooooooo!""Davy!!!!!!" yelled the others.