Davy laid apon the couch, sleeping. Peter was still nowhere to be seen. Micky was outside on the beach still. When the phone rang, Davy leaped up off the couch, fell into the chair beside Mr Schneider and pickedup the phone. "'Ello?" "Heya Davy!" greeted Mike. "'Eh Mike. 'Ow are things with you?" replied Davy. "Great! I just won 5,000 dollars!" exclaimed Mike. "Five th-th-thousand! 'Old on. Gonna get Micky," replied Davy. "Where's Peter?" asked Mike. "Off on some crazy idea," replied Davy. He then ripped up his letter to Mike, tripped over the phone cord, then over Mr Schneider, and tumbled down the stairs to the beach. "Micky! Micky!" yelled Davy. He grabbed Micky by the arm and dragged him up to the beach house. "Hey Davy! Are you crazy!? What's goin on?" cried Micky as Davy flung him in a chair."Mike's on the phone with great news!" exclaimed Davy. "Better be," said Micky, pickin up the phone. "Hello, Mick, guess what?!?" said Mike. "What?" asked Micky. "I just won 5,000 dollars," cried Mike. "Whoa!" exclaimed Micky, dropping the phone. He ran out the front door. "Peter! Peter!""...pumpkin eater" mumbled Davy. "'Eh Mike. We'll call you back. Peter's missing." "Missin? Well, then I'm comin' back to the pad tonite. I planned on comin' tomorrow,but I'll come tonite. Say bye to the fellas for me." --click Davy hung up the phone and went after Micky. "Micky!" Micky walked in from outside. "What?" "Lets' go get Peter," replied Davy. "He took the monkeemobile," replied Micky. "Peeeeeeeeeeettttttttteeeeeerrrrrr!" yelled Davy. "He'll never hear you like that," replied Micky. "Oh, um, yeh, well now what," replied Davy. "I've got it! The bikes!" he yelled, running inside and coming out riding his motorbike.He crashed through the outside door and began to search one end of town. Davy did the same in the other direction. On to Peter.... Peter had run outside, hopped in the monkeemobile, and drove down some backroads to be alone. "I had to get out of there!" he thought. Then he saw the billboard. WOULD YOU LIKE TO HAVE MONEY? "Yeah," said Peter. ARE YOU TIRED OF NOT BEING ABLE TO PAY OFF YOUR DEBTS? "Sure am," said Peter. And just as he was getting his hopes up, he read the last line. THEN YOU'RE OUT OFLUCK BUDDY!!!! As he rode by he flung a bannana peel at the sign, yet unfortunately it hit a cop,who came speeding after him on his motorcycle. "Ahhhhhh! They're after me!" cried Peter, putting his foot on the gas. Suddenly the monkeemobile spun wildly out of control and into the ditch.

"Alright, buddy, get up here and on the bike!" yelled the cop as he watched Peter, climb out of the ditch. "No, you can't! I've got to get back to the pad!" Peter complained as the cop cuffed him and forced him onto the motorbike. "You're comin' with me!" he yelled, starting up his bike. "What did I do?" asked Peter. "Shutup!" said the cop.... Back to Micky.... Micky rode along all the back highways hoping to find Peter. He soon too came to that sign. "I hope he didn't go for that!" - he hopped off his bike and threw a rock at the sign- "Come back, Peter!" he cried. Then he got back on his bike.... Meanwhile Davy rode frantically through town, chased by 50 some girls. [Well this is Davy we're talking about...] Finally in the middle of town he stops his bike, looks around and says, "Stop! Do you want to help me?" "Yeah!" they all yelled. "Well, Peter's missing," he replied. "Will ya find 'im for me?" "Yeah!" they yelled, spliting up. Davy went on searching, and now had the help of girls from all over town.... "Let me out! What did I do, sir?" cried Peter. "How about littering and speeding!" replied the cop. "And you lock me up for that?" asked Peter. "Shutup and sit down!" yelled the cop. Peter slumped back onto the bed, then jumped up. "Don't I have one phone call?" "Yes," replied the cop. "Can I use it now?" asked Peter. "Here!" he said, shoving the phone to Peter. Peter carefully dialed the number. "Hello, Pizza Hut...." Meanwhile Micky was riding along looking for Peter. He wasn't really paying attention to the road or anything. He was daydreaming. Suddenly the front tire hit a hole in the road, sending Micky flying off his bike and sailing in the air. Micky figured he would land in the soggy wet ditch, yet instead he landed on something soft and fuzzy. He looked around. He was in the back seat of the monkeemobile! Micky sat up and then summersaulted into the front seat.The keys were still in the ignition. "What?!? Peter wouldn't leave the keys in. What's going on??????" he thought aloud. Micky hopped over the door, climbed to the road and threw his motor bike into the back seat. Then he drove the monkeemobileout of the ditch and onto the road. As Micky was driving, he met Davy up the road. "'Eh Micky. 'Owed you get the monkeemobile?" asked Davy. "I found it in a ditch over there," replied Micky. "Over there?" asked Davy, pointing. "Yeah, over there where the director is standing," replied Micky . "I thought it was s'posed to be over there," said Davy, puzzled. "Oh, well. Anyway.." said Micky. "Any sign of Peter?" asked Davy. ***POOF*** Davy and Micky searched round the area, all over the car, and down the street, wearing dectective suits and holding GIGANTIC magnifying glasses....***POOF*** (back) "Naw, no sign," said Micky. "Well, I guess we'll wait for Mike," replied Davy, lunging his motorbike in the backseat. He hopped in and they drove back to the pad. The Phone Call..... Peter was just finishing his last bite of gooey pizza when the phone rang. Cop: "Hello, LAPD officer Smith here." Micky: "Yeah, I'd like to report a missing person." Cop: "Discription?" Davy: "Oh, about five foot eleven, wearing a blue sweater and jeans with long brownhair." Micky: "His jeans have long brown hair????" Davy: "No, Mick...." Micky: (hysterical laughter) Cop: "How long?" Micky: "Oh, about down to his shoulders." Cop: "No, not the hair, how long has he been gone?" Davy: "Pysically or mentally?" Cop: "Ahhh! How long has he been missing!" Micky: "Two hours." Cop: "And his name?" Micky: "Since when has his name been missing?" Cop: "No, no, no! What is the guy's name?" Davy: "What guy?" Cop: "The guy who you reported missing!" Micky: "Oh! Peter Tork." Cop: "Peter Tork. Okay, we'll check up on it." Everyone: (hung up!) "Imagine a person with my name!" thought Peter. "Too bad he's missin', I'd like to meet him." The cop who'd been taking notes on the missin' person threw away the peice of paper. "Hey wait!!! Peter Tork! That's me!" exclaimed a jumping up Peter. "It's my friends!They're out looking!"

"Sure, buddy! Now sit down!" said the cop. "I'll prove it! Let me call them!" said Peter. "Sorry, buddy, but you already used your phone call. And until you pay your fine or bail you're stuck. Face it. You aren't gettin' out," replied the cop. "I'll prove to you I'm Peter Tork!" cried Peter. "Even if you were, it wouldn't do you any good! You broke the law!" "B-b-b-b-b-but still you could call my friends back and tell them I'm okay!" cried Peter. "Tomorrow you can call them. Today you sit here and keep quiet!" he snapped. Peter slumped back into the cell. Later that night Mike arrived at the pad. "'Eh Mike," said a sleepy Davy, opening the door. "Heya Davy," said Mike, lugging in his three suitcases. "Here, I'll help you with that!" cried Micky, swinging down from the balcony. "How-ya-doin?"asked Micky "Well, right now I'm a'lil tired, but other than that GREAT!" replied Mike. "Good," said Micky. "Is Peter still missin'?" asked Mike. "Yeh, no sign o' 'im," replied Davy. "He took off in the monkeemobile, yet we found that," replied Micky. "Well, let's git to it!" cried Mike. "But Mike, it's 3 am," said Davy. "And?!?" said Micky. "Early enough for me!" exclaimed Davy, running out to Mike's truck and hopping in the back. Micky yelled, "Jeronimo!" and leaped in the back too. Mike, of course, drove the truck. They drove round serching for three hours. No Peter. :( "Eh Mike. Let's go home," said Davy, from the back of the truck. "I gotta sleep, man! We'll go to the cops in the mornin'." "Yeah, Mike, ain't you tired???" added Micky. "Mike???" asked Davy. Just then they heard a loud snoring. Micky leaned inside through the open cab window to see Mike laying across the front seat, asleep. "Mike! Scoot over I'll drive!" Morning.....Peter.... Peter woke up round 8:00 am. He looked around. "Where am I?!?" "Don't play dumb with me!" snapped the cop. "I'm not a dummy!" replied Peter. "I'm Peter Tork, and I would like to call my friends." "Sorry, not til lunch," said the cop. Peter layed back down on the top bunk and put a pillow partly over his head. "First we're broke, now I'm in jail, what next?!?" He just layed there and stared off into space, losing all track of time.

11:00...... "Hey Micky!" cried Davy. "Wake up! We overslept!" "Ugh...." groaned Micky. "We have a gig!" exclaimed Davy. "Are you brainless? Peter's not here! We can't do a gig!" yawned Micky. "Omagosh! Peter!" cried Micky. "Let's go down to the cops, sleepyheads," said Mike, fully dressed. "You're up??" asked Micky. They soon got ready and piled into the monkeemobile. Meanwhile Peter was "eating" lunch at the station. "How can anyone eat this slop?"thought Peter, putting down his fork after one bite. He gulped down his water to get the nasty taste out of his mouth. Mike parked the monkeemobile outside of the station. Micky hopped over the side of the car and went up the steps, shortly followed by Davy, Mike and Peter. "Hello!" said Micky leaning on the cop's desk. "Any luck on the missing person?" The cop leaned back and pointed behind Micky. "Peter!" cried Micky. Peter was laying on his stomach on the top bunk with his pillow over his head. "What ya doin' in there?" asked Davy. Peter turned his head "Huh?-------Davy! Micky! MIKE! Mike, what are you doin' back?" "To find ya. Plus I won some cash so we can pay off the rent," replied Mike. "But WHAT IN THE WORLD are you doin' in THERE?" "I threw a bananna peel at a sign hit cop he chase after me who thought they were after me for not paying rent and and that's um how it happened okay?" Peter said speedily. Micky turns pretending to whisper, "Only Peter could get in jail like that!" "Slow down Peter, do you ever breathe?" replied Davy. "Calm down Pete," said Micky. "How much is his bail?" asked Mike. "Yeh, what do we do to get 'im out?" asked Davy. "Haven't decided," replied the cop. "'Aven't decided?" replied Davy. "Haven't decided?" said Mike. "Haven't decided? What's there to decide?!? Don't you guys have rule books or somethin?"asked Micky. "Shutup and wait!" said the cop. "He's impossible," said Peter, rolling over on his side. "Hey, Pete," said Micky, coming over to the bars and clinging onto them. "Yeah, Mick?" asked Peter. "Do they feed you that slop?" asked Micky, pointing to the tray of half-eaten "food.""You think I ate that!?" asked Peter. "Well, I was just wondering and all because if you'll read back a couple lines you notice that the author says it's half-eaten," replied Micky. "How'd you know? It's after you ask," replied Peter. "Well, uh, it's also in the script like that," replied Micky. "It is?" asked Peter. "Yeah, page 27," replied Micky, whipping out his script. "Lemmee see that!" said Peter, jumping off the bunk, opening the cell, and walking out to look at Micky's script. "Wow! Sure is!" said Peter. "Sure is what?!?" asked Davy, walking over. "It says here that Peter half-ate his food when Peter says he hasn't had a bite, much less half of a meal......if you can call that a meal..." replied Micky. "Well, how about that! 'Eh, Mike, c'mere!" said Davy. "See that!" said Micky. "Well, whaddaya know!" said Mike. "Hey officer! Look!" "Sure does!" said the officer. "Hey, Babbit, c'mon over and look at this!" "You're right! It does!," replied Babbit. "Let me see that script!" "Hey, Babbit! No, man! Get your own," said Mike. "Hey everyone look at this!" said Peter. A big crowd crowds around Micky to look at the script. "Okay, you guys! Back on the set. We have to finish this story!" yelled the director. "Yeah, yeah," said Micky, putting up his script. "When this thing is over we have to talk to the writer!" he added. Peter crawled back onto the bunk, trying to turn his grin into a sad "I'm-in-jail"expression. Mike got into position and Davy slumped into a chair. Everyone else, well they did what ever they were doing before. "Peter in jail scene, take 2!" said Micky goofily, which made everyone crack up again."Take 3?" he added, eyes-wide and big-grinned. "How bout 4? That's a good number," said Peter.

"Okay, now. Action!" yelled the director. "Hey Pete, we'll get you out," said Micky. "Like I said before, he's impossible!" said Peter. "Better jest leave me in here. Go pay the rent. I'll stay with Sgt Immpossible. you don't wanna be kicked out by Babbit do ya?" "Well, no but...." started Micky. "Look, now that ya know where I am just go. Go pay the rent and the rest for whatever. Then get me out," replied Peter. "But Pete...." started Micky. "Just listen and get Mike and Davy," said Peter. "Hey, you guys c'mere. Peter wants to talk," called Micky. "Yeh, Peter," said Mike and Davy. "Look, how much money did ya win?" whispered Peter. "5,000 dollars," said Mike in a half voice half whisper. "Five thousand!" exclaimed Peter, in a whisper. "What I mean is if the Impossible over there finds this out, he'll raise the bail for sure." "You, know, Pete, you're right," said Micky. "He would do a thing like that," said Davy. "Yeh..............and so would....Babbit," replied Mike. "Oh......I can take care of Babbit," said Micky. "Davy, you stay with Peter. Don't talk to impossible. Me and Mike are gonna take care of Babbit." Micky and Mike went to the bank and exchanged one of Mike's fifty's into all quarters,then went back to the pad. "I'm gonna call Babbit......oooooo the thought of it. Callin Babbit, ick!" said Micky,picking up the phone and dialing. "Uh, hello, Babbit? We managed to scrape up some quarters for the rent." "Okay, then. I'll be right down. I have to see this," said Babbit. When Babbit came in, Micky handed him a hand full of quarters. "What'd you do? ROB A CANDY MACHINE????" exclaimed Babbit. "No, sir, the money is legally ours," replied Mike. "But all in quarters?" asked Babbit, suspiciously. "Yes, we managed to scrape up some between us and the rest found layin around," replied Micky, winking at Mike. "All in quarters?" repeated Babbit. "I told you we had to scrape it up," replied Mike. Micky took this as an opportunity to trick Babbit. "Yeah, and it was our only money for food," he said, acting starved. "We'd rather strave than be thrown out in the street." "What are you DOING?" asked Mike out of the corner of his mouth. "Really you have no food?" asked Babbit. "Yeah, we ate the last morsel weeks ago," replied "starving" Micky. "Well, I can't keep you from eating. Here!" said Babbit tossing the coins back to Micky. "Go out and have a meal." "Oh, thanks Mr. Babbit. You're too kind," said Micky, followed by a "gag-me"look to Mike when Babbit wasn't looking. "Bye, bye, boys," said Babbit, walking out. "MAN, that guy is GULLABLE!" said Mike. "See, what did I tell ya?" replied Micky, beggining to pick up quarters."Now, let's go get Peter." "Right!" said Mike. Meanwhile Peter had fallen asleep in his cell, and Davy in the waiting chair and the cop in his chair. "Heya guys," yelled Micky, walking in. Peter awoke first and jumped off his bunk. "Hey, guys," greeted Peter, cheerfully. "Hiya, Pete," said Micky. "Hey! Wake up!" said Mike. Davy and the cop awoke going "huh?". "Oh you're back," said the cop. "Heya fellas. You take care of you-know-who?" asked Davy. "Yeah," replied Micky, winking. "'Ave you decided the bail yet?" Davy asked the cop. "Uh-uh," replied the cop. "C'mon we gave you THIRTY MINUTES!" yelled Mike, slamming his fist on the table. "So how much is it???" "Will you quit terrorizing me!!" snapped the cop. "Terrorizin' you. Terrorizin' you?" replied Mike, who was very annoyed at this point with the cop. "All we want is to get Peter out!" "Alright! 200 then!" yelled the cop. "200??!??!?" said Micky. "Well, all we have is 100," said Mike. "But Mike," said Davy. "Shhh...." said Mike. "You're a reasonable man aren't you?" aksed Mike. "Are you tryin' to bribe me?" asked the cop. "No, no, NO! We just can't afford it. Here," said Mike, handing him two fiftys. "Okay, although I should arrest you. Get out! You kids are buggin me anyways," replied the cop. Peter opened the cell and walked out. "Hey Pete," said Micky. "Isn't he s'posed to unlock it first?" Peter had an "in deep thought" look on it which changed to an "oh-yeah!" smile. Then he got back in the cell. The cop "unlocked" it and Peter walked out. "Thanks fellas!" exclaimed Peter. "Let's go then!" said Davy. They all ran out side and leaped into the monkeemobile.

Part 8 is on Washburns page.. which is on my LINKS page..