Monkees In Black
Peter: Hey fellas! We got a telegram!
Mike: Oh, really? What does it say?
Peter: mib.....
Mike: Mib?
Micky: Mib? Lemme see that! [grabs card] No, no no! It says M-I-B!
Mike: M.I.B? [takes cards, turns it over] 2213 Penny Lane...
Peter: Penny lane is in my ears......
Micky: Peter! That's a Beatles song! We're Monkees!
Peter: And in my eyes... oops sorry!
Mike: Well whoever sent this wants us to go tp 2213 Penny lane....
Micky: Yeah, c'mon [they drive off in monkee mobile]
Peter: I wonder where we're going...
Mike: Maybe they want us for a fashion shoot!
Micky: Fashion shoot? MAybe theyll give us a check!
Peter: Oh, Ed McMahon never gives to the poor. What do you think, davy?
Micky: Davy?
Mike: I KNEW we forgot something! [they drive back home]
Micky: Davy? [looks under ashtray] Davy?
Mike: [searches gummy bear bowl] Nope, hes not visiting the gummy bears.
Peter:[in bathroom] I found him guys. Hes asleep on the fuzzy toilet seat cover again!
Mike: Dont wake him up!!!
Peter: Why not?
Mike: Well when hes asleep we can take advantage of him!
Micky: Mike! You naughty, naughty boy!
Mike: No! I mean we can, well then he cant bother us!
Micky: Oh Good idea, Mike!
Peter: Good. I didnt want to make advances on Davy.....
Mike: Lets just..... go. [they drive off]
Micky: Well..... we're here.
Peter: What should we do now?
Mike: We get out of the car and go inside!
[they do so. inside is a large white empty room w/elevator music
and 4 chairs]
Micky: Peter why are you dancing?
Peter: Because the porpoise song is on!
Mike: Hey! Its the muzak version of the porpoise song! [starts to dance, drops davy] Ooops....
Davy: Ow mommy mommy! Me head hurts!
Mike: Quit whining Davy, Youre a grown man!
Micky: He doesnt look too grown to me.
Peter: And hes not much of a man....
Davy: Am too! Im a.... SHORT MAN!
Micky: No youre not, your a MONKEE MAN!
Mike: Well... Im a TALL MAN!
Peter: Im a....... EGG MAN!
Micky: NO youre not, youre the dummy.
Peter: Im always the dummy...
John Cleese: [floating down from the ceiling on a llama] Stop that, its silly.
Micky: Why are you here?
John Cleese: I dunno.... [explodes]
[four mirror images of the Monkees walk in]
Peter: Look! Its Elvis!
Mike: Peter, not everyone is Elvis....
Micky2: [walks up to Micky] Hello, twin.
Micky: Uh... hi Im Micky.
Micky2: Well so am I.
Mike: {to mike2} So, I guess youre my twin.
Mike2: Howd you guess?
Mike: Wow, i never knew I was so... attractive
Peter2: [pointing to Peter] Look! Its Elvis!
Peter: Really?! Where! Where!
Mike: Theyre definitely twins....
Davy: There must be a mistake!
Micky: What is it, Davy?
Davy: I know i cant be THAT short!
Davy2: I didnt beleive it either until I saw you, Davy.
Peter2: Please, sit down.
Micky: Since when did Peter have any authority? [laughs] Peter, authority!
Mike2: Here in Monkees In Black, Peter is always master....
Micky: [stops laughing] what?
Peter2: Anyways, I guess youre wondering why we called you here.
Peter: Actually, Im wondering why you didnt just call us... I mean that tele-
Peter2: Does it look like we have a phone?
Peter: [looks around] you never know....
Micky2: Look, hopefully youve noticed that we are youre twins. Everybody has a twin, just that most of us are separated at birth. Now you four became a band with a tv show, and we became Monkees In Black, or MIB-
Peter2: Or mib....
Peter: See? I told you so!
Mike2: Well, we think its only fair that we switch for a while....
Micky: Well, I guess thats fair.
Peter2: Well you guessed right. All you really need is this thing that erases your memory. Of course Peter gets to keep it. [hands the flasky thingy to Peter]
Mike: Oh no... Peter be careful with that. Dont press anything!
Davy2: Well we'll be leaving now, Bye!
Micky: WAIT!!! Shouldnt we be wearing black?
Micky2: Okay fine [snaps fingers, original Monkees are in black suits] Ok, bye! [door shuts, silence]
Peter: Im bored.... and this suit is itchy.
Davy: Yeah, I miss my puppy... yum!
Mike: Davy you are disgusting.
Micky: We can always play with the memory eraser!
Peter: Woohoo! [points it at Micky]
Micky: No, not me! Him! [points to Davy]
Davy: Look theres an alien on the ceiling!
Peter: [looks up] Wow! My instincts tell me we should do something about it!
Mike: Peter, really. Stop acting smart! Its scary....
Micky: Well Peter, do something!
Peter: Ok [uses the flashy thing on it]
Alien: Uh.....
Peter: Micky, give him a new memory.
Micky: Ok, uh.... you died in a spaceship crash... so youre... dead.
Alien: Ok [dies]
Peter: Um... Im bored again.
Mike: Me Too...
Micky: Lets get outta here! [they walk outside to the MIB car parked on the curb]
Mike: No! I refuse to drive a Pontiac! I want my GTO!!
Davy: Well, how do we get home?
[just then the Mystery Machine pulls up]
Peter: Look! Its Scooby Doo!
Shaggy: Hi guys! Need a ride?
Micky: We sure do....
Shaggy: Hop in [they do so] Where to?
Mike: Laurel Canyon, you know here we live.
Velma: So... why were you.... there?
Peter: Its a long story [tells story] and thats why we were there.
Velma: Oh... ok. Well we're here.
Micky: Well thank you. [they get out]
Peter: So.. do we go in and tell them to leave?
Mike: Yeah I guess [beats down door]
Micky, Mike & Peter: FREEZE!!
Micky2: Wh-wh-what?
Mike: Ok, we're switching back. Being Monkees In Black sux!
Davy2: B-b-but....
Micky: But nothing! Peter, flashy thing them!
Peter: Ok! [does so] Go home!
Micky2: Narf... ok. [leaves]
Peter2: Fine then. [leaves]
Mike2: Alrighty we're leaving. [leaves]
Davy2: Nice place you got here [leaves]
Mike: Well.... theyre gone.
Peter: Yea! Its time for Mr.Ed!
[they sit around to watch Mr.Ed]
Peter Noone: [walks out of bathroom] Hello!
Micky: AAAHH!!! It's Noone!
Mike: [throws Peter Noone out the door] I thought we told you to leave us alone...
Micky: Well that ends another laugh riot..
Peter: We're the Monkees reminding you to....
All: Save The Texas Prairie Chicken!
Peter & Davy: Blupy blup.
Mike & Micky: Blupy blup.
~the end~
this isnt really a new skit.... but its been in my collection for like... 6 months, so i thought it was time to type it up, eh? chairs!
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