It was a bright sunny day. The Monkees; Peter, Micky, Mike and Davy decided to go to a new beach. The one they had been going to had been getting hard to get into. They finally found one, Malibu Beach. It was only just starting to fill up.
"Man, it stinks having to go to another beach." Micky said as they unloaded the monkee-mobile.
"I know what you mean." Mike said. "We couldn't even find a spot right in front of the pad!"
"Right." Peter laughed. "And we know how Davy is about finding the right spot."
"Hey, if you can't find a good spot to get a tan, then whats the point of going?" He asked.
"Surfs up! Malibu beach here I come!" Micky stopped got a good look at the ocean. The waves are huge. "Surfs up! Malibu beach, there I go!" Micky turned and headed back to the car.
"Come on Mick, its not that bad out there." Davy said with his own board. "It's been a while since we've been here. I'll help you." A pretty blonde walked by him. Davys eyes followed her down the beach.
"Go." Micky said rolling his eyes.
"Really?" Davy asked.
"Sure." Micky said knowing that the girl would be the first of many his friend would be seeing that afternoon.
"Thanks, you're a pal." Davy said dropping his own board. The board narrowly missed Mickys feet.He ran after the blonde.
"Wheres he going?" Mike asked as he approached with Peter.
"Where do you think?" Micky asked pointing.
"Let's go find a spot. It's already getting hot." Mike said. "I oughta write that one down, that one actually rhymes."
Later...
Micky and Mike were sitting on one of the sand dunes. Peter was picking out a tune on his guitar and Davy was still talking to the leggy blonde he met earlier.
"It's hot!" Micky said.
"Yeah,man." Mike said. "How would ya'll like a sundae? My treat."
"Thanks Mike." Peter said. "I'll tell Davy."
"Good thing he offered to pay. I think my money fell in the water." Micky said pointing to a makeshift washing line. All of his ones were pinned up by wooden clothespins.
Mike ran up to the food stand. "Four hot fudge sundaes." He said to a brown haired girl behind the counter. Her nametag read Carole.
"Carole, thats a pretty name." Mike said.
"Thanks." She smiled at him. "You're pretty cute."
"Yeah, I guess I am." He said with a goofy smile.
"Hey, do you know that guy?" Carole asking pointing behind him.
Mike looked. His heart sank. She was pointing at Davy.
"Yeah, thats my friend, Davy." He said as she looked at him again. "We're in a band together, called the Monkees, and we play some pretty cool music..."
"Davy?" Carole asked. "I don't know to tell you this."
"Thats ok. I've lost girls to him before." Mike said. "A lot."
"No, I mean that girl hes with." Carole said. "Her boyfriend is the big kahuna!"
"The big what now?" Mike asked.
"The big kahuna. The big man of the beach." Carole said. "He's like king! He gets real jealous of ANYONE touching his girl"
"King?" Mike asked. "Please tell me Davy's not touching her." He turned around and looked. Davy had his hand on her arm. "Oh no."
"Yeah..." Carole said. A rush of girls ran past the food stand. "Uh oh. He's here."
"How can you tell?" Mike asked.
"He's sorta popular with the ladies." Carole said. She quickly closed her food stand. "I'll help you. I'd hate to see a friend of yours get wasted!"
Carole quickly grabbed Mikes hand and ran toward the two. The big blonde man that Carole saw was also heading in that direction.
"Davy!" Mike said. "We got a problem."
"Mike...." Davy whined. "I'm trying to talk to a girl!"
"Thats the problem." Carole and Mike said together.
"Why is that a problem?" Davy asked smiling at the girl.
"I'll tell you what the problem is, bub, you're hitting on my girl!" Davy heard.
"Whats it to you...." Davy said turning. He looked at the man but all he saw was his chest. He looked up. He man was almost a full foot taller than him. "...guy?" HE finished.
"What are you doing with my girl?" He asked. Davys self confidant smile melted away. "I said what are you doing with my girl?"
"Well, uh." He said.
"We're just talking Nick!" The girl said.
"Stacie, what are ya doing with this pipsqueak." Nick asked. He shoved Davy on the ground.
"Hey, you can't treat my friend like that!" Micky said. Nick gave him a meanacing look. "Heh heh." He laughed uneasily. "You go right ahead!" He said and bolted to Mike and Peter side. "I tried!"
"Take it easy, mate, I was just talking to her." Davy said. "I'll just go now." He said attempting to sneak by the man.
Nick stopped him with a hand on the shoulder. "No one talks to Nick Starrs girl withouth paying the price!"
"Pay?" Davy asked. "I got fifteen bucks, will that cover it?" He asked. "I'm sure my friends have some money."
"Sorry, all I got is this dirty sock." Micky said holding it up.
"Mick, what are you doing with that?" Mike asked.
"Beats me." Micky shrugged.
"The surfing contest." Nick said. "If you will, you get to live. If you lose, I get to kick your butt, and you never come back here again. Capiese?"
"Sorry I don't know French." Davy laughed. Nick glared at him as he let him go. "I'm gonna go now. Bury myself." He said grabbing a toy shovel.
"Be back here for the contest in one hour!" Nick said walking away with Stacie. "Or I WILL come find you!"
"Oh man." Davy sank to the ground.
"What now?" Peter asked.
"He challenged Davy to the contest." Carole said. "No one wins that contest!"
"So we got even odds?" Micky asked. "Who are you anyway?"
"Oh this is Carole, the food cart chick." Mike said. "Here are your sundaes by the way." He handed the gang their bowls of mostly soupy ice cream.
"Ah just like me mum used to make it." Micky said affecting a "davy" accent.
"What are we going to do?" Davy said.
"You mean besides be dead meat?" Micky asked. "Well you anyway."
"We got a gig tonight. We can't stand to lose a bandmate to a wind blown blonde airhead." Mike said. "I say we help Davy win."
"How?" Peter asked.
"The only way we know, and thats the Monkee way!" Mike said.
Musical Break - "The Surfer Girl Romp"
The guys with Carole help him practice surfing. Davy got on one board, but it suddenly turned three times bigger than him. Micky gives him a hand getting up.
Carole and Mike watch from the beach as Davy goes on his first run. Peter and Micky surf behind him. Mike goes to take a picture but turns and snaps one of Carole. She gives him a peace sign, and smiles.
An hour later
There were five other "hopefuls" in the contest. They all lined up on the beach with their boards.
"It's almost time." Carole said. "Are you ready?"
"As ready as I'll ever be." Davy asked. "Where are the guys? I thought they would be here by now."
"I'm sure they'll be here soon." Carole said with a smile.
"Ok." Davy said. "You're not telling me something are you?"
"What makes you think that?" Carole asked.
"I dunno, just a feeling." Davy said.
"You're just nervous." Carole said. "They'll be here."
Nicks Cabana Tent
"Let's go ladies!" Nick said to Stacie and her friends. "I have an englishmans butt to kick!" Nick grabbed combed his hair. He smiled into a full length mirror one of his lackeys held. He had a Bobby Sherman smile. Too bad he wasnt as nice. "Wheres my board, Link?"
"Right here boss." A mans voice said.
"Thanks man." Nick said turning to him. "Hey you're not Link."
"Link took a coffee break." The guy said. He had a long black wig on a weird looking goatee. He looked like a hippy troll doll. Take a look closer and its actually Micky.
"Break?" Nick asked.
"For sure dude. Like totally split from this sphere man." Micky said. "I greased your board for you."
"Great." Nick said. Micky moved to hand him the board. "What are you doing man?"
"Hooking you up with your board dude, whassup?" Micky asked.
"I NEVER carry my own board. It's bad luck, donchano?" Nick said.
"Really?" Micky replied. "Donny! Joey!" Micky called. Two poeple with almost exact same get up came from the back of the cabana. Mike was not wearing his green hat but a blue and white tobbagoners hat. Peters blonde hair and wig practically went to his chest. You couldnt see where his hair ended and his beard began.
"Yeah, Jonny?" Mike asked.
"This cat wants us to bring his board to the shore for him." Micky said.
"Cool." Peter said. Mike and Peter took the board and ran off.
"See you at the contest." Nick said.
"For sure." Micky said. "Hang loose!" He said making a weird hand gesture.
"That guy was weird." Nick shook his head.
The contest
Davy watched as the three costumed guys approached. Davys eybrows went up. "Mike? Peter? Micky?" He asked.
"Yeah." Mike said with a bad Californian accent.
"What are you guys doing?" He asked.
"Well...." Micky started.
"Hey!" Davy looked behind him. Nick was comimg up behind the guys with three blondes and Stacy. "Don't be like talking to the enemy ok?"
"Okay." The guys said.
"Okay, Tiffany, Tracy, Tammy."He quickly introduced the guys. "Please stay here. That goes for you too." He said to Stacie.
"How can you let him treat you like that?" Davy said. "He's got three other girlfriends!"
"He says they're his sisters." Stacie said. "Davy he treats me really nice."
"Contest starts in three minutes!" A lifeguard called.
"It was really nice knowing you." Stacie said going to watch with the rest of the crowd.
The contest
Besides Nick and Davy there were five other surfers trying to win. Four were pro surfers while one was a nerdish looking guy who stuck out like a sore thumb.
"Think he'll win?" Peter asked.
"For sure dude." Micky said still in his surfer dude mode.
"Knock that off Mick." Mike said.
"Sorry."
The head lifeguard blew the whistle, and the guys started to paddle their boards out. They got out so far and got up and started to surf. Three of the so called pros fell off almost immediately while another accidentally surfed off into the wrong direction. All that was left waas Davy, Nick and the nerd. Nick saw his chanced and brought his board over to Davys side. He flexed a muscle at Davy, who just stared. He tried to veer his board off into another direction.
"Whats he doing?" Mike asked.
"Being a big cheat thats what!" Micky said.
The water started to get the board really wet. All of a sudden it was slippery as all heck.
"Did you guys do something to that board?" Carole asked.
"We put some extra slippery stuff on it." Mike said. "We werent even sure it would work."
They looked at the three people on the waves. Nick was having a time and a half trying to stay aloft the board. He finally gave up and slid off the board. The look on Davys face was priceless. He then refocused on getting the board to the shore. A few seconds later he was there.
"I won!" He cried.
"Nope." Mike said. He pointed. The nerd had the surfers crown on his head and the four blondes, including Stacie, on his arm.
"Ah bloody hell!" Davy said.
"Davy! Your language!" Peter said.
"I'm sorry. I thought I was gonna get the girl!" He whined.
"Oh don't worry." Micky said. "There is always next week."
"Ah well." Davy said. He looked into the "camera". "And so this is Micky Dolenz."
"And Peter Tork." Mike said.
"And Mike Nesmith." Micky said.
"And Davy Jones." Peter said.
"Try to save a texas prairie chicken!" Mike said.
"Tune in next week!" Micky said.
"Same Bat time, same bat channel!" Peter said.
They walked away humming the Monkees theme. Then they break off into a run as Nick chases them down the beach.
