peter: (drinking milk)
micky: hey pete whatcha doin?
peter: drinking milk, micky.
micky: wow.
peter: yeah and i even found one of those straws that are all 
       wiggl- (spills milk) aaw..             
micky: if you cant keep control of your milk you wont be allowed 
       to have any!
mike:(runs in)oh heavy heavy davy has escaped in one of peters
     socks!
micky: do i need to remind you to control your socks too?
peter:but it was davys fault
mike:peter, do we have to confine you to the basement again?
peter:noooo
micky:we dont have a basement
mike:this is a skit, use your imagination..
micky:right yeah imagination yeah ok all right
peter:yeah imagination
micky:dont do that.
davy:(hoping down hall in sock)sock we have to get back to the sack
sock:im not going back in there, it smells
peter:aaw.
mike:i think its time to go to the laundrette
micky:pishaw, laundrette? thats why we have a sink
mike:oh right, the cleaning thingy.
sink:get away
peter:its doing it again
mike:(throws booze at sink)
sink:yum *errp*
peter:oh wow techno fear all the machines are ganging up on me micky!
micky:sinks arent machines peter
peter:oh (licks milk off floor) yum *errp*
sink:how rude
peter:you did it first
davy:(hops in)sock, back in the sack you go!
sock:noooooo it smells oh nasty horrid sludgy bits nooo
peter:(smashes davy and sock with frying pan)kill kill kill
mike:thats nice talking coming from a vegetarian peter
peter:shut up hick
mike:hey
micky:wait a minute, that was our tambourine player you just squashed
peter:oh. well we can always get a new one
micky:(glares at peter)
mike:how about sweet young thing, things little sister. she just got her working permit
(cut to disembodied hand playing tambourine)
*shake shake shake*
(cut to monkees)
peter:yeah all right
micky:(disgusted look on face)
~the next practice session~
(monkees on stage, with a hand in davys place)
hand:(sign language alphebet) ive got to have a boost im afraid youll step on me
micky:fraidy hand
mike:(pokes micky with guitar)
peter:you can sit on my shoulder hand
hand:ooh(climbs up peter)
peter:ooh, that tickles
(all start playing 'porpoise song')
mike:where are those violins coming from
peter:do i hear a trumpet (trumpet flies from right and hits peter, knocking off hand)
hand:ooh *thop* (hits floor, bounces twice) (dies)
peter:(yelling to right)you killed her! you bastards!
mike:(taking off woolhat)well, theres only one thing to do now (picks up hand, drop-kicks it into trash can)
davy:*bing*(reappears)
micky:ooh
peter:davy! i thought you were, gay er in florida
mike:but peter, dont you remember the sock and then with the frying pan and the..
peter:(smiles and shatters his guitar over mikes head)
micky:i think this is the silliest sketch ive ever been in
davy:should we stop it?
mike:no not yet we were supposed to shrink or something
davy:oh yes. as your punishment for making bad jokes, and killing me, and wetting yourself-
peter:(looks embarrased)
davy:-i will shrink you all. ZOP!
(monkee shrink down to three inches)
mike:davy, you shrunk yourself too
micky:(to mike) no he didnt
davy:grrr
micky:wait, now that we shrunk can we end this skit?
mike:yeah all right