Laugh 2
Chapter 1 :: Gonna Buy Me A Dog
Well, it's been about a month or so since we last left the group. They got out of the chicken that ate them, 'cause, well, it ended up it was all just a dream. Yep. Anyways, Peter, Cindy, and Mr. Schneider are all lounging around the pad, not much happening on this particular day. Davy is out on the beach, Mike and Jenny are out to lunch, Alison and Heather are out shopping, and Micky is at the record store. Suddenly, Cindy jumped up from her chair and ran over to Peter.
"Ooh, Peter, can we get a dog? Can we?" Cindy asked, jumping up and down.
"What? Of course not!" he told her, and Cindy pouted, "well... er..." Peter stuttered. He didn't want to make her mad, but if he said yes, she'd be bouncing around again, and she'd just finally settled down for the first time in decades. But if she was mad, she'd ignore him for a long time... possibly forever... hmm...
"Pleasepleasepleasepleasepleaseplease?" she begged.
"Er... well... I guess so," Peter finally said.
"YEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!11!oneone!!!111" Cindy cried, hugged Peter, and began bouncing around the room.
"Hey, shotgun," said Mike, coming in the front door, followed by Jenny.
"Hey, shotgun," said Jenny, coming in the front door, following Mike.
"Hi!!!" cried Cindy, then ran over to Jenny and started jumping around, "guess-what-guess-what-guess-what-guess-what?!?" she yelled, grabbing Jenny's shoulders.
"Whoa, there, shotgun," Jenny said, holding Cindy still, "what's up?" she asked.
"PETER SAID I CAN HAVE A DOG!!! ISN'T THAT GREAT?!?!?"
"Uh... yeah... riiight... that's... pleasant."
"'Ey, fellas! 'Ave you seen Aaaallyson anywhere?" asked Davy, coming in the pad from the beach.
"I think she went to her friend's house," said Peter.
"Oh..." said Davy, disappointed, "if ya see 'er, tell me? Right?"
"Sure, Davy," he said.
Meanwhile...
"She will be mine," said the voice, "Oh yes, she will be mine..."
Now wasn't that a nice little scene? Yes. Yes it is. Yes it is. YES IT IS! OH, YES IT IS!
And now, back to our story...
Back in the pad, the phone rang.
"'Ello?... oh..." Davy answered, and handed the phone to Cindy, "it's for you," he told her, and Cindy bounced over to him.
"Heeeeello?" she asked, "...oh, hey, Heather! GUESS-WHAT-I'M-GETTING-A-DOG!!! ...what? ...sure, okay ...see ya..." she said, hung up the phone and started to bounce around again. She grabbed her coat, and started out the door, but Peter jumped in front of her.
"Hey, where are you going?" he asked.
"Heather is at some place and they want me to go see them for some reason," she told him.
"Some place? Some reason? Why is that?" Jenny asked.
"To advance they plot, dumb dumb, you should know better than anyone else," replied Cindy, "anyway, Heather said Alison's getting really impatient and I need to go now."
Upon hearing Alison's name, Davy jumped up.
"Ooh! Where are they? Can I go?" he asked.
"No, I don't think so..." she said, "sorry". Davy frowned.
"Aww... poor Davy!" said Jenny and gave Davy a hug.
"Hey!" cried Mike jealously, Jenny smiled apologetically and shrugged, "Mike, he's short and besides that he's a big nerd. You've got nothing to worry about!"
"Well, see you guys later!" yelled Cindy, heading out the door. Once the door was closed, Peter sighed.
"Hey, what's wrong?" asked Jenny.
Peter sighed again, "Nothing, never mind," he said, and hurried into his and Davy's bedroom. Jenny looked to Davy, but he shrugged and went into the bathroom to check his hair.
"Huh, now, tell me, why does everyone leave as soon as we enter the room?" Mike asked Jenny, sitting on the couch.
"Well, actually, we were here for this whole scene so far!" said Jenny.
"What? We weren't here since the beginning! We came in on "hey shotgun", see here?" Mike said, showing her the script.
"No, no, no. That was in scene 1. Scene 2 was the seemingly unnecessary "She Will Be Mine" scene, which the viewer will later find out is actually very pivotal. Now we're in scene 3, and since we were here already in scene 1, we stayed during the break, and so we were here this whole scene!" Jenny explained.
"Oh, right. You're very smart," Mike said.
"Teehee," said Jenny, "I know."
"GET ON WITH IT!" yelled Davy, from off stage.
"Right... "why does everyone leave"... oh, here we are! JENNY:" said Jenny, sitting beside him, "I don't know... why do you ask? Do you mind being left... alone... with... me?"
Mike chuckled, "Nah, you're a pretty groovy chick..." he said. [Awww...].
"Aww, thanks," she said, leaning in closer for a kiss, but then, Micky came in the door. [Dun dun dun!].
"Hey, what's up?" Micky asked, putting his bag on the dining table. Jenny groaned and flopped back on the chair [Dang!]. Micky gave her an odd look, but went to the fridge to see if they had any food. A few seconds later he sighed, realizing that there still was no food [Uh oh!]. "Where is everybody?" Micky asked, looking around.
"Davy's in the bathroom, Peter's in the bedroom, and the girls are out at some placefor some reason," Mike told him, getting up. He approached the practice area and began to play his guitar. Suddenly, the door burst open. [WHOOSH!]
"Hey! Who are you?" Micky cried, whirling around, surprised. A slightly nerdy looking young man with dark brown hair and wearing a light blue shirt and jeans was standing at the door.
"Where is she?" he asked, looking around the pad frantically.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, hold it there, shotgun!" Mike told him, "Now, who are you?"
"WHO WHO, WHO WHO?" Jenny asked, jumping up and singing at the top of her lungs.
"My name's Joe, I'm looking for Heather."
"Hey!" Micky gasped, "I remember you! You were in the first part of the story!"
"Story...? Er... right..." Joe said.
"Well, let me just tell you one thing, mister! You're the dirtay rat that killed mah brothah!" Micky cried, doing his James Cagney impression.
"Not a bit like Cagney," said Jenny.
"A Beatles reference in a Monkees story? Er... maybe I should just leave... this place is a little too strange for me..." Joe said, turning around.
"No!" cried Heather, coming in the front door.
"Now, hey, hang on, whoa! How did you get here so quick?" Mike asked her.
"A girl in love has the speed of thousands," she said triumphantly.
Micky gasped. "What? You mean, you love this... this... loser?!?" he said and fell down to the floor.
"What? No, I love YOU Micky!" Heather said running over to him to help him up, "but... Joe is kinda cute..." she giggled.
"Well, er... uh... I'll just... go now..." Joe said, and hurried out the door.
Shortly after, Alison came in the door.
"Heather! What happened? We were at the mall and then you just disappeared!" Alison yelled at her, breathless from running all the way back to the pad.
"Oh, yeah... sorry..." Heather said, "but Joe was here!"
"Uh... right," said Alison.
"Alison! Oh, 'ow I've missed you!" cried Davy, running out of the bathroom and embracing her.
"Whoa, Davy, I've only been gone an hour!" she cried, "and I can't breathe!".
"Oh, yeah, sorry," he said, letting go.
Then Jenny yawned. Why? Because everyone had been staying in the same position for months, before the story was finally written some more. No, wait, never mind. What was I writing again? ...Oh, yeah, right...
And then Cindy came in the door. "Hey! Why'd you leave me alone?" she asked Heather, then sniffled, "I'm gonna cry now..." and went to the beach.
"Oh, Alison! I love you so much! So so so so so so mo much!" Davy cried, and then gave her a big kiss. Alison groaned and shot a menacing look at Jenny (because she controls Davy, you know).
"Uh, I'm going to go... uh... uh... get some dog food!" Jenny said, trying to get away from Alison so that she could remain alive.
"We don't have a dog," Alison said through clenched teeth and began to stomp after her.
"Uh... well... uh... I'll... go buy a dog!" Jenny cried, running out the door. Alison lunged after her, but she banged her nose on the door.
"Ha ha!" said some little yellow cartoon dude.
"Oh, Alison! Are you alright?" Davy asked.
Alison groaned, "Yes, Davy. I'm fine. I'm going to go uh... to my friend's house..." she said.
"'Old on girl, wait..." Davy said, grabbing her arm, "This friend doesn't 'appen ta be a boyfriend, now does it?"
"No, no, of course not! I only love you, Davy!" Alison told him, but rolled her eyes, and ran quickly out the door.
"Oh well..." Davy said, and went to his room.
Soon after, Peter came out of his room, looking rather depressed.
"Hey, Pete, what's up?" asked Mike.
Peter sighed, "Oh, nothing..."
"C'mon," said Mike, stepping down from the practice area to talk to him, "there's got to be something the matter!"
"Well... I'd rather not talk about it, Michael."
"Okay then, Peter. Is there anything I could do to help you?"
"Hmm..." Peter scratched his chin thoughtfully, "could you come and help me pick out a dog for Cindy?"
"A dog? I thought you didn't like dogs!" Mike cried.
"Dog? Did someone say something about a dog?!?" Cindy yelled, running into the house, "A dog? Where? Where? I wanna see da cuuute lil' puppy!!!"
"No, no one said anything about a dog, Cindy," Peter told her. Cindy frowned and went back outside.
"So?" Peter asked Mike once Cindy had left.
"Well, I wish I could help you Pete, but I'm kinda busy now... I'm sure someone else could go with you."
"THEN WHY DID YOU OFFER TO HELP IN THE FIRST PLACE?" Peter asked.
Mike looked at him, shocked.
"Oh I mean, uh... peace, Michael " Peter said. He then decided to go buy the dog himself.
"Oh Micky, you're so fine, you're so fine you blow my mind, hey Micky!" Heather sang, jumping up and down.
Micky beamed proudly, "Why thank you!"
"Now why isn't Alison as enthusiastic as you are?" Davy asked folding his arms, but no one answered.
An hour or so later, Peter came back from the pet shop with a dog. As soon as he stepped in the door, Cindy ran in, since she could smell the dog from far far away.
"YAY!Adog!Adog!I'vegotadog!ThankyouPeter,Iloveyousomuch!Adog!Adog!Yay!!!" Cindy cried, and hugged Peter, then the dog, and then bounced around the room. Everyone stood around and watched her for an hour, then decided it was getting a little boring, so they all left and went on with their own business, while Cindy continued to bounce around the room.
Then, there was a knock at the door.
"I'll get it!" Heather yelled, and then slid down the banister. She opened up the door to see the slightly nerdish young man again. "Joe!!!" she yelled.
"Heather! Just the person I was looking for!" he said, and gave her a hug. "Hey, that curly haired dude... Fuzzy Wuzzy... he isn't here, is he?"
"Oh, you mean Micky? No, he's gone..." she giggled.
"That's good... anyways, I'm sorry for running away like that earlier, but... hey, what's that thing?" he asked, pointing to Cindy.
"That's Cindy, she's really weird."
"Ah ha, I see... anyways, I wanted to know if you wanted to come steal toilet paper with me!"
"Ahhh!!! Oh my gosh! I'd love to!" Heather cried and smiled, "Let's go!" and the two of them left the house to go and steal toilet paper... how romantic!
About an hour later, Jenny returned from wherever it was that she went to get away from Alison. It obviously wasn't the pet shop, since she would've run in to Peter there and probably would have returned with him. So really, she could've been anywhere. I guess we'll never know.
"I'm back from Texas!" Jenny announced happily. Then, her face changed to a look of anxiety.
"Mike! Mike!" she cried, looking around the pad frantically. "Mi... What in the world?" she mumbled, looking at Cindy.
"YIPYIPYIPEEEE!!!!!DOGDOGDOGDOGDOGDOGDOGDOG!!1!!one!!!1!"
Mike ran down the stairs when he heard Jenny, "What is it?" he asked.
"Oh, I've missed you so much! I've been so bored without you! I love you so much! Now let's kiss!" she said, grabbing him.
But suddenly, everything went black.
"Ha ha!" said some little yellow cartoon dude.
Ooh, wait... I shouldn't be laughing at myself... so then the yellow dude died. So ha ha to him. Pfft, what a loser.
Anyways, they were hit over the head with some sort of mallet thing. Ouch. That must hurt.
"Mwhahahahaha...." said a figure in black. "Cindy... oh Cindy!" he said in a sing-song voice.
"DOGDOGDOGDOGDOGDOGDOGDOGDOGDOG!"
"CINDY SHUT UP ABOUT THE DOG ALREADY!" came a cry from upstairs.
The figure whirled around. "Ah, don't tell me there's more..." he said and sighed. He ran upstairs and knocked Micky out as well, then dragged him downstairs and put him in the pile with the others.
"Now, Cindy, I need you to shut up for minute..." the voice said pleasantly.
"DOGDOGDOGDOGDOGDOGDOGDOGDOGDOG!"
"OR I'LL SPIT ON YOU!"
"AHHHHHHH!" Cindy cried, then stopped bouncing. "Meep."
"That's better... now, my sweet, you need to come with me..." he said, and pushed her gently towards the door.
"Why do I need to come with you?" Cindy asked.
"Because it says so in the script!"
"Oh... works for me!" she said, and followed him out the door.
Chapter 2 :: Then She's Gone
"Oh, Joe, I've had such a wonderful time. We should really steal toilet paper more often!" Heather said, returning to the pad.
"I've had a great time too, Heather," Joe replied, and hugged her.
"YAAAAAY! JOE!" Heather yells and grabs Joe and holds him so hard he runs out of air and dies. I mean, whoops, uh, um, then Heather brings him back to life using her super powers.
Then Jenny sniffed the air, because it smelled weird. "Hey, the air smells weird," she said, then everyone else started sniffing.
"Ooo, white-out!" Heather said.
"Mike's mommy invented white-out," Jenny said proudly, then asked "Have your parents had their drugs yet?"
"Hey, aren't you supposed to be unconscious?" asked Joe.
"Oh yeah!" she said, and knocked herself out.
"Anyway... that smells like Mark!" Heather cried.
"Yeah, he smells really bad," said Joe.
"Yeah, he does."
"Yeah."
"Hey, where's Cindy?"
"Yeah, where's Cindy?"
"Hey, I'm a pineapple!"
"What?" asked Joe.
"Never mind," said Heather. "We have to save Cindy!" she cried, then looked around. "Ha ha, Mike's unconscious... aaahhh, Micky! Are you alright, Mick?" she asked, kneeling down beside him.
"Wha... wha?" Micky asked, slowly regaining consciousness.
"Cindy's been Cindy-napped!"
"What?" asked Micky.
"SHE'S GONE!" Heather cried.
"Hey, you learn pretty fast," Micky remarked, smiling.
"ARP!" cried Heather.
"What?" asked Micky.
"Nothing," said Heather. By this time, Peter and Davy had both woken up, and ran to the living room to find out what all the fuss was about.
"'Ey, what's all the fuss about?" asked Davy.
"Cindy's been Cindy-napped!" cried Heather.
"Oh, well, who cares?" asked Davy, going back to his room, and Peter began to cry. A few seconds later, Davy ran back to the living room. "Where's Alison? Has she come back from her friend's house yet?" he asked.
"No, I don't know where she is," Heather told him.
"C'mon, guys, let's go find Cindy!" Joe yelled, pumping his fist in the air.
"Yeah!"
"Woo!"
"ARP!"
So then Davy, Micky, Peter, Joe, and Heather all left to go find Cindy.
"Hey! Heeeeey! What about meeeee?" asked Jenny, getting up from the ground again. She looked around and realized everyone was gone. "Mike? Mike? Waaaah! Miiiiike!!!"
Then Mike woke up and sat up beside her, "Right here, shotgun."
"Ooh, are you alright Nezzypoo?" she asked, squeezing him.
"Yes, ah am, are you alright?"
"Yes, I'm fine," Jenny said.
"Hey, I got an idea," he said.
"Yeah, let's kiss!" said Jenny.
"No, I mean uh... well, okay..." she giggled, but then Joe ran in through the door.
"Hey, c'mon you guys, we gotta go save Cindy!" he cried.
"AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!" Jenny cried, and tried to go strangle Joe, but then Heather ran in and tried to strangle Jenny, so then Mike went to strangle her, but then Joe went to strangle him, but Jenny was strangling him so uhh... they all fell down. Ha ha. Nerds.
Anyway, so Davy, Micky, and Peter were on their way to go find Cindy.
"Okay, so you gogogogogogogogogogogogo... whoops typo... um, you go check on the beach, Peter, you go check by the mall, and I'll go check at those scary secret headquarters over there..."
"SCARY SECRET HEADQUARTERS?!?!" they all cried, then jumped 216.9 feet in the air, then ran back to the pad where they found a pile of people on the floor.
"Ah, not again!" said Davy, who then woke up Heather and got her to bring the rest back to life using her super powers.
So when they all regained consciousness, Mike, Davy, Peter, Micky, Heather, Joe, and Jenny all left to look for Cindy. But Cindy didn't look for Cindy. Because she knew where Cindy was. Yeah.
Chapter 3 :: I Know About The Guy Who Treated You So Bad
"Now Cindy, I am going to tell you my plan..."
"I don't wanna hear your stupid plan!" Cindy cried. She was locked in the dungeon of the scary secret headquarters and was forced to listen to Mark's plan and smell Mark's smell.
"First, we are going to escape to Mexico and we will get remarried!" he said.
"I don't like Mexico!" Cindy said.
"Fine, Brazil."
"...well, Mexico's nice..."
"Whatever. Then, after we are married, we will go on our honeymoon in Japan."
"No! Mark! I am not getting married to you!"
"Shut up! Shut up! I won't hear of it!" Mark cried and covered his ears, "La la la la la, I can't hear yooooou!"
Cindy folded her arms, "Stop being so immature."
"Right, yes, my plan. My ninth plan. Plan 9. Ah yes, plan 9. It deals with the resurrection of the recent dead... I mean, uh, we come back here and kidnap all your little friends, mwhahaha."
"Friends? Nah! They aren't my friends, they just kidnapped me and brought me to this weird house, they're all nerds," Cindy told him, hoping he would at least leave them alone. Cindy's so considerate. Jenny wouldn't have said that.
"Nerds? They aren't nerds! Your friends are cool! Especially Alison... ah..." Mark said dreamily.
"Hey, speaking of Alison, where has she been this whole time?" Cindy asked.
Mark grinned evilly, "Bwhaha... she's right here...!" he said, and opened a door to reveal Alison.
"Mark... Mark... Mark... you are my master..." she said, as if in a trance.
"What have you done to her?" Cindy cried.
Alison turned and looked at Cindy and said "Nah, man, I'm always like this...", then turned back to stare at Mark.
"Alison is now my wife as well..." Mark said, "Oh, Cindy, don't be sad, you can both share me. There's enough Mark for everyone!" Cindy grimaced.
"Mark, let me out right now," Cindy said threateningly.
"Or what?" he asked, smirking.
"Or... I'll... I'll... umm... I'll scream!" she told him.
"Ha ha, go ahead and scream, no one will hear you," Mark told her, his smirk growing.
"PEEEEEEEEEEETTTTTTTTTTTTEEEEEEEEERRRRRRRR!!!!!!" she cried.
Meanwhile...
"Alright, now what are we gonna do?" Davy asked, looking around.
"Well, lissen here, I've got a plan," said Mike. Everyone huddled around. "Right," he said, lowering his voice to a whisper, "we're all gonna go up to those secret scary headquarters, and we'll just pretend everything is GAROOVY."
"Yeah, then what?" asked Heather.
"Uh, well, that's it," Mike said, scratching his head.
"That's it?"
"That's what I said."
"Well that's a dumb plan!" Heather cried.
"Hey! Shut up!" Jenny told her. Heather stuck her tongue out and stomped off.
Micky caught up with her and took he aside. "Heather," he said quietly, "c'mon, just go along with this, alright? For me?"
"Hrumph. Fine," she said. Micky smiled.
"Waaaaaah..." Peter cried.
"What's wrong?" asked Joe.
"I miss... Cindy..." he sniffled.
"Aww... you know it's gonna be alright, Peter," Joe assured him, "It's not like we're breaking up or anything."
"Thanks," Peter said and smiled a little.
"Alright, let's go!" said Davy, and they all headed off to the scary secret headquarters, when suddenly, they heard a scream.
"PEEEEEEEEEEETTTTTTTTTTTTEEEEEEEEERRRRRRRR!!!!!!"
"Where did that come from?" asked Micky.
"Certainly not from those secret scary headquarters," said Joe.
"Hey, maybe it's the secret headquarters next door to the aforementioned secret headquarters?" suggested Jenny.
"Yeah, that's probably it!" said Mike, "Let's kiss!"
"Okay!" said Jenny.
"Blech! Stop it with this mushy stuff already!" cried Micky walking in between them and waving his arms. Jenny glared at him.
"Hurry up!" cried Heather, "We don't have much time!"
Back in the scary headquarters (not the one next door to the one where Cindy, Mark and Alison were, but the one where they were, not the one where they weren't)...
"Shut up!" Mark yelled, then covered Cindy's mouth, "Don't scream! They might hear you!"
Just then, Heather, Joe, Jenny, and The Monkees burst through the door to the headquarters.
"Ha! We found you!" cried Micky.
"What? No! That's impossible!" Mark gasped.
"Alison!" cried Davy, and ran towards her.
"Ew! Get away from me you freak!" she cried. Davy looked at her uncertainly, then Alison began to giggle. "Oh my god! Davy! Do that dance thing! Oh my god! That is so funny!" she laughed, almost falling over. Davy made a face, but then started to do his Davy Dance.
"No no no!" Alison told him. "The one that you did in that movie! The stoner movie! "
"Movie?" Davy asked.
"Yeah, you know, in the toy box?"
"Ooh! That one!" Davy grinned, then started doing the dance number from "33 1/3 Revolutions Per Monkee".
"Yay!" Alison applauded when he was finished, then hugged him. "Oh, Davy, I love you!" Davy grinned even wider.
"BLECH!" Mark cried, "What is going on here? Alison! Come over here!"
"Shut up, Mark!" Alison yelled at him and gave Davy a big kiss. "I wuv u sooo much!"
Meanwhile, Peter had found a key to Cindy's cell and released her. "Oh, Peter! Thank you for saving me!" she smiled.
"ARP!" cried Heather.
"Wait, hang on..." said Alison. "I think I like Mark now."
"What?" cried Davy.
"Yes, yes, I do like Mark now," she said. Alison left Davy and approached Mark, once again in a trance.
"Mwhahaha!" he laughed. "Fine, take Cindy, but I still have Alison."
"Ooh! Not Alison!" cried Davy.
"What about me?" asked Cindy.
"Who cares?" said Davy.
"Whoa! I never even saw you there!" Mark remarked, looking down at Davy, "Man, you are sure short!" he chuckled.
"Ooh! Mike! Mike! He got me right in the kidneys! Ooh!" Davy whined, retreating.
Mike rolled up his sleeves and marched over to Mark. "Now, you lissen here! You are gonna leave me and mah friends alone or ah will just have to do something about it!"
"Yay!" cried Jenny jumping up and down, "Go Mike! Woo! Yeah! M-I-K-E! MIKE! Woo!"
Mike turned around and smiled, "Thank you, shotgun," then turned back to Mark, "Now, what do you say to that?"
Mark smirked again. "I say try and stop me! Mwhahaha!" he said and grabbed Alison and flew out the door.
"Whoa! How could he fly like that?" asked Peter.
"No, no, he didn't fly, it's a figure of speech," said Cindy.
"Oh, okay!" said Peter, and smiled.
"Now what?" asked Joe.
"Yeah, now what, Mike?" asked Micky.
"Hey, I just asked that!" Joe said.
"Oh yeah?"
"Yeah!"
"Well, I don't think anyone told you you could ask that!"
"Oh yeah?"
"Yeah!"
"Well that's too bad Mr. Dolenz!"
"Well that's too bad for you Mr. Din... Dine... Dini... Mr. Joe!"
"Yeah, well, Heather loves me!"
"GASP! She does not!"
"Does too!"
"Does not!"
"Does too!"
"Does not!"
"Guys, guys, guys... stop!" Heather said, stepping in between them.
"Well, which one of us do you love?" asked Joe, folding his arms.
"Yeah, which one?" asked Micky, putting his hands on his hips.
"I... uh... I.... uh... um..."
"Choose one!" Joe urged.
Heather stuttered, "I... I love... I love... J-M-Jo-Mi-Joe-Mic-Micky! I love Micky!"
"Yeaaaaaaah!" cried Micky, picking Heather and spinning her around the room "Groovy! Outta site! Yeah!"
Joe sniffled, "Gosh... I... well..."
"But Joe, you're still cute!" said Heather.
"Ah, well, thanks... I... uh... guess I'll be going now then..."
"'Bye Joe!" they all cried and waved as Joe sadly walked off the set... er, walked out of the headquarters.
"Ah, well, isn't this a happy ending?" asked Mike, "Cindy and Peter are back together, and Micky and Heather and together, and me and Jenny..."
"Yes, very happy, now let's kiss!" said Jenny.
"What about me?" asked Davy.
"SHUT UP!!!" Jenny cried, flew across the room (but didn't really fly, because remember, it's just a figure of speech), jumped into Mike's arms, and gave him a big kiss! Then they both sneezed and were knocked to the ground. Ha ha.
"Oh my god, Mike and Jenny are allergic to each other!" Heather yelled.
"What? WHAT? NO!" Jenny cried.
"Uh... Jenny... can you get off of me, please?" Mike asked.
"Oh, uh, whoops, sorry..." she said, helping him up. "...I can't be allergic to you! Let's try again!" Jenny grabbed Mike and spun him around and gave him a big kiss!
... no one sneezed! (except for Peter, because he had a cold).
"YAY, IT WAS A FLUKE! WE'RE NOT ALLERGIC! YAY!" Jenny cried.
"You know, we really should help Alison..." Mike told her.
Jenny grumbled, "Fine, fine, let's go back to the pad."
"What?" asked Davy, "Alison isn't at the pad!"
"No, but that's what it says in the script," Jenny told him.
"Ooh! Okay!"
So they all went back to the pad.
Chapter 4 :: Gonna Buy Me Another Dog
After about half an hour of sitting around in the pad, Davy got up and walked over to Jenny.
"Hey! Where's Alison?" he asked her.
"I dunno," she said.
"Well why don't we go look for her?"
"I dunno."
"Is that all you can say?"
"I dunno."
"If you hate Mike, say 'I dunno'."
"..."
"Right then, where is she?"
"I dunno."
Davy threw his arms in the air and started pacing around the pad.
Just then, the door burst open.
"ALISON!" he cried, running to the door. But, no, it was Mr. Babbitt, the landlord. Dun dun DUN.
"You kids! What did I tell you about keeping a dog in the house?" Mr. Babbitt cried.
"That was no dog, Mr. Babbitt, that was just Micky!" said Peter.
"No, no!" said Micky, waving his hands, walking over to Peter and Mr. Babbitt, "you guys are using the old script, here's the new one," he said handing both a copy.
"Oh, gee, thanks Mick!" said Peter, grinning and scanning the booklet.
"Whoops, sorry about that," said Mr. Babbitt, and he left. "See you next week, boys."
"Hey, Peter, when are we gonna get the dog?" asked Cindy.
"We already have a dog! Remember when you were jumping around for the whole day?" Peter reminded her.
"Oh, yeah, well, he's boring now. I want a new dog. Can we get a new dog? Can we can we?"
Peter groaned, but eventually agreed.
"YAAAAAAAAAAAY!" cried Cindy jumping up and hugging him. Then they held each others hand and skipped out the front door all the way to the pet shop to buy a dog. Aww.
"I just can't stand it anymore!" cried Davy, "I'm gonna go find Alison!"
"Okay," everyone said and shrugged.
Davy started towards the door, but when he realized no one was following, he said "Isn't anyone gonna come help me?"
Heather sighed. "Well... I guess I'll come. I need to do something other than sit around and cry about Joe." Davy smiled, and they set off to look for Alison.
"Gosh d arn it!" cried Jenny, banging her fist on the table, causing Micky and Mike to jump.
"What? What's wrong?" asked Micky.
"I wanted to ask Cindy something... hang on, I'll be right back," she said, running out the door at 500 miles per hour.
"Now what?" asked Micky.
"Hmm, well, I suppose we should go look for Alison as well, or else Jenny will never finish this story," Mike said, so they too set off to look for Alison.
Meanwhile...
"YAAAAAY!" cried Cindy jumping up and down, "dog!" Peter sighed.
"Ooh, I like this dog, Peter! He's cute! Aww..."
"No, no, this dog, Peter! Let's get him...!"
"Awwww.... just look at this one, Peter..."
Just then, Jenny ran up to them, not at all out of breath, even though she was running really really fast.
"Cindy! Finally! I found you!" she said.
"Not now, Jenny, I'm gonna get a dog!!!" Cindy told her, looking at all the dogs in the pet shop.
"But I have to ask you something really importa -- "
"I don't think you heard me correctly! I'm getting a...
DOG!"
she screamed. Peter cringed.
"Whoa... oookay... but this'll only take a second..."
Cindy turned around to face Jenny with a really mean look on her face (she didn't like being interrupted when she was looking for her dog) and said through clenched teeth "Fine. What. Do. You. Want?"
"Can I have Peter?"
"What?!?!" cried Cindy.
"Only for a little while? Pleeeease? I want to keep him as a pet!"
"Yes, she can have me!" said Peter, who was now quite fed up with Cindy and all her talk about dogs. He ran away from Cindy and hid behind Jenny.
"Yay!" cried Jenny, jumping up and down and hugging Peter.
"Excuse me!" Cindy yelled, "What are you talking about?!?!?"
"Oh... uh... umm... sorry... I... it was just... uh... never mind..." said Jenny quickly, and then ran away.
Cindy put her hands on her hips and glared at Peter.
"Uh... so you were saying... uh... you wanted this dog?" Peter asked nervously, pointing at a lime green poodle with polka dot stripes.
"What was all that about?" Cindy asked, tilting her head.
"Umm... I don't know... ask Jenny... she's the crazy one," Cindy continued to give him the evil eye.
Then, the lime green poodle stuck its paw out of the cage and tapped Cindy on the back.
"Awwww! It's so cuuuuute!" she cried, completely forgetting about what had happened just a moment ago. Then she looked in the next cage and saw Snoopy! "SNOOPY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!11!!!!!!!!one!!!1!!!!!11!" she cried. "I want Snoopy! We have to get Snoopy, Peter! We have to!"
"Fine, fine, get your dumb dog."
"YAY!!!"
Anyway, now we are going to see what was happening with Davy and Heather looking for Alison...
"Hmm, so where do you think we should look first?" asked Heather.
"I dunno, I was thinkin' maybe the 'eadquarters?" Davy shrugged.
"Sure!" said Heather, and so they started off towards the headquarters. Not the album, but the place.
"Hey, uh, listen..." Davy said nervously, "if uh... we can't find Alison, uh..."
"No, no, it's okay Davy, we'll find her," Heather reassured him.
"Well, uh, if we don't... would you be my girlfriend?"
"What?!?!?" asked Heather, wide eyed. She then fell over on the ground and started laughing so hard she almost died. But she didn't. Good thing, too, or else I'd have to add another chapter for a funeral or something.
"I'll take that as a yes," said Davy, helping her up from the ground.
Then, Mike and Micky run up to them, and reported that they had found Alison and Mark.
"We've found Alison and Mark!" Micky cried.
"Where? Oh, where? Alison, darling, I'm coming!" Davy cried, looking around frantically.
"C'mon, this way!" Mike cried, running towards the beach. They reached a cliff near the edge of the water, where they found Alison and Mark having a picnic.
"Oh, Mark, I love you so much!"
"And I love you so much, Alison!"
"BLECH!" cried Micky, which cause Alison and Mark to jump up.
"What are you doing here?" Mark asked, folding his arms.
"We're saving Alison, that's what we're doing!" Davy told him.
"No, you can't do that!" Mark gasped.
"Too bad," said Davy as menacingly as he could. And that's not very menacingly, because he's too short to be scary. Anyway, he grabbed Alison and brought her as far away from Mark as possible.
"Now, Alison, please, listen to me," he said, "If you don't like me, that's fine, just please, don't stay with Mark, you should be with your friends, not a nerd like that!"
Alison wiped a tear away from her face, then said quietly, "Thanks, Davy," and sniffled. Awww.
"What? What? What is going on here?" Mark cried pulling his hair out, "Alison, if we can't have a stable relationship, then I'm leaving!"
"Fine!" she said, and stuck her tongue out at him.
Suddenly, Cindy, Peter, Jenny, and Snoopy all ran over to the others.
"Alison! You're here!" Cindy cried.
"Yay! You found her!" Jenny said happily.
"YAY!" everyone cried.
"Hey, remember in the first part of the story... I mean, back when we first met you guys?" Heather asked, "When we did a romp? Can we do that again?"
"Why, sure, shotgun!" Mike told her, and they all ran around and did a romp to the song uh... "She Hangs Out". Yeah. That is one groovy song. Yes. And Davy danced. And Alison laughed. Oh, how she laughed.
Chapter 5 :: Oh, And Our Good Times Start And End
It was a few months later, and Cindy and Peter had just been married. Everyone was on the beach, where the wedding had taken place a few hours earlier.
Cindy and Peter were dancing in the middle of the dance area, and Micky and Heather were dancing nearby. Alison was talking to some of her friends and Davy was sitting by himself near the stage area. Jenny and Mike were sitting at one of the tables talking, both of them refused to dance.
Heather heard footsteps behind her (though, it was awful hard with the music playin, but I guess she has good hearing) and heard someone calling her name softly. She turned around and gasped. "J... Joe?"
He nodded, and Heather gave him a hug. "I've missed you so much! Where have you been?" she asked.
"Well, I left for awhile, went on this train, but then I realized I couldn't stay away from you so long..."
"That means the show was cancelled!" Jenny shouted and laughed.
"SHUT UP!" Joe yelled back, "...so, I came here. To you," Joe told her.
"Hey... you... you're that, you're Joe!" Micky said surprised, and a little bit angrily. This guy was hugging his fiancée, after all.
"Yeah, listen, sorry Micky, I just want to forget about everything that happened before, alright?" Joe told him, holding out his hand, and asked "Friends?"
Micky looked at Joe for a moment, then shook hands. "Friends," he nodded.
"Thanks, man. Hey, so I can I have Heather?"
"What? No!"
"Sorry, sorry, just kidding." Micky glared at him, then grinned.
"So, what were you saying before, Joe?" Heather asked him.
"Oh, yeah, well, I know that you and Micky are well, together, but I still really wanna be friends with you," he told her. "So, well, I moved into the house across the street from you guys!"
"Joe! That's great!" Heather cried, and hugged him again.
"Hey, uh, Joe, could I talk to you for a minute?" Micky asked him, pulling Joe aside.
"Listen, man, I'm not trying to steal Heather from you, I just..."
"I know that, Joe... friends, right? But just... thanks... she's been pretty sad since you left, I can tell you missed each other a lot... so... thanks..." Micky told him.
"No problem, man," Joe said, and they went to sit down with Heather. Meanwhile, Cindy and Peter had noticed Joe, and Cindy went to get Jenny and Mike and then they all sat down together. The party was slowly coming to an end and people were stopping by the table to congratulate the couple and say goodbye. Alison's friends had all left, so she was now by herself.
Davy went up to the stage and whispered something to the band that was playing, then cleared his throat. "I uh... would like to sing a song," he said, looking out at the small audience, then cleared his throat again before starting to sing "I'll Be True To You".
"I'll be true to you, yes I will
I'll be true to you, yes I will
I won't look twice when the other girls go by
I'll be true to you, yes I will"
He looked down at Alison, and began singing directly to her (aww... isn't he sweet?). Alison looked away nervously.
"I used to be the kind
Who said that every girl's the same
And love was just a game for having fun
But when I looked at you
I knew that I was wrong
And that I really could belong to only one"
When Davy was finished, he walked off the stage and over to Alison's table. Alison sat up and jumped into Davy's arms.
"Davy... I love you!" she said, sniffling, "I'm sorry, I'm really sorry..."
Davy shook his head and hugged her. Aww... "So, are we back together now?" he asked. Alison nodded.
"YAY!" everyone cried, and stood up clapping. Cindy had a sudden urge to bounce around, but she contained herself and smiled happily. She had went to bouncing therapy for awhile and was now completely normal. Uh, I hope. The girls and The Monkees stayed at the beach for awhile until everyone left, then decided to return to the pad.
Peter and Cindy were singing and skipping around the room happily, Heather and Micky were planning their wedding, Alison and Davy were gazing at each other dreamily, and Jenny and Mike were shaking their heads, wondering why they had such weird friends.
"I love your eyes," Davy said.
"I love your eyes," Alison repeated.
"I love your hair," Davy told her.
"I love your hair."
"I love your neck."
"I love your neck."
"I love your q -- "
Suddenly, the door burst open!
"MARK!" cried Cindy, hiding behind Peter.
"Hey! J-dawg!" he yelled at Jenny, slamming the door behind him. Jenny gave him an odd look. "I want to be in the story more!"
"No, get outta here Mark!" she told him.
"MARK!" cried Alison.
"NOOOOOOOOO!!!" cried Davy.
Alison ran over to Mark and hugged him. "Aww... let him stay, Jenny, please?" she asked.
"Fine, fine," Jenny said, folding her arms.
"No! That's not fair! Why you always pickin' on little ol' David?" Davy groaned, "Why can't I have a girlfriend?"
"Hey, she doesn't even like you!" Mark told him.
"But I sang to her! I bet you can't sing!" yelled Davy.
"I bet I can!" Mark said, putting his hands on his hips."Remember my musical number?"
"Oh, Mark, listen..." Alison told him, patting him on the back, "I love Davy very, very, much. Y'see, he does this cute little dance thing..." she said and began to giggle just thinking about it, "Well, anyways, you can be my alternate boyfriend if you want..."
"Hmm... alternate boyfriend, huh?" Mark said scratching his head, "Sounds good to me! See you later!"
"Bye bye, Marky baby!" And then he left.
Davy grinned, "I love you, Alison."
"I love you too, Davy."
Just then, the door burst open! Mike turned to the camera and shook his head, "We really need to get a lock."
"Hello, I'm looking for my friend, Ringo, have any of you seen 'im?" the man asked.
"PAUL MCCARTNEY!" cried Jenny, running over to the Beatle.
"No!" cried Heather. Jenny stopped and turned around.
"What's wrong?"
"I refuse to be in a story with another bunch of weirdoes! These Monkees are bad enough! They don't pay me enough for this!" Heather shook her head.
"Hey, I'm not a weirdo!" Micky cried defensively.
"Oh, I'm sorry, Mick... I didn't mean you... you're a cutie!" Heather giggled. Micky grinned goofily.
"Gee, Paul... I wasn't really expecting you to show up in this story..." Jenny told him and giggled and batted her eyelashes.
"Oh... so then you haven't seen Ringo?" he said disappointedly.
"EEP!" Jenny eeped. "You look so cute when you're sad..."
"Right... um... back to Ringo, then?" Paul said nervously.
"Ringo... right, I haven't seen him... but I think you should check the police station," Jenny said. She smiled and then whispered something to him.
Paul gave her an odd look and said "Are you kidding?" then walked away and laughed.
"Hey, now wait a minute... now wait just a minute!" Mike cried.
"Oh, sorry Mike..." Jenny told him, "You're still my favourite!"
Then Peter went over to the television and held up the rubber chicken lying on top of it.
"Hey, guys, what's this?" he asked, about to squeeze it.
"No, Peter! Don't!" Cindy cried, reaching out to grab it from him, but it was too late...
"Bwaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaack!"
Epilogue
I know, I know, you all want to know the answer to that burning question...
"Is there really enough Mark for everyone?"
But you'll have to wait until the third story to find out. Ha ha.