Of course, Laura or whomever wants to can lend a hand.
The Monkees were in the driveway in front of their pad giving the Monkeemobile a tuneup. Micky was under the car, putting the plug back up in the oil pan. Peter was above him, bending over the engine.
Suddenly, oil began to flow through the hole, dripping onto Micky's face! He barely was able to put the plug back into its hole before his whole face was covered in oil!
Growling, Micky got up from under the car and tapped Peter on the shoulder. Peter turned and jumped back in fright.
"Who are you?" Peter exclaimed.
"It's me, Peter." Micky said, "Next time wait until I say so to pour the oil."
"Oh, I'm sorry, Micky." Peter said, pulling out a rag. He then tried to wipe Micky's face, but only succeeded in smearing the oil around. Micky grabbed the rag from Peter.
"I'll do it, Peter." Micky said.
"You better go inside and wash up, Mick." Mike said as he and Davy tried to control their laughter.
"Yeah, I'll guess I'll have to." Micky replied, then went into the pad.
"Well, I've put in new spark plugs, so let's see how she sounds." Mike said, turning the key.
Mike stated the car, and it made a loud noise, but then settled down to a nice purr.
"Sounds pretty good." Davy remarked.
Suddenly, their landlord Mr. Babbit walked up the drive.
"Uh oh." Peter whispered, "Babbit's gonna complain about the noise."
"Oh hi, boys!" Mr. Babbit said, looking the Monkeemobile over, "Giving your car a tuneup eh?"
"Yeah, Mr. Babbit." Mike said, "Sorry about the noise."
"We're trying to get it fixed up." Davy added quickly.
"Oh, that's ok." Babbit said with a smile, "When I was young I used to fix up my old cars. Sometimes they'd need a lot of fixing, but it was worth it. This sure is a nice looking GTO."
The three Monkees looked in shock at each other. They thought sure Babbit would yell at them.
"Oh well, gotta run. See you later!" Babbit said with a wave.
"Bye, Mr. Babbit." Peter said, unable to believe his ears.
When Babbit was out of earshot, Mike looked at his bandmates.
"Were we dreaming?" He asked.
"That's the first time he ever said anything nice about our car." Davy said.
Micky came back outside and joined the others. His face was now clean. He notice the shocked looks on his friends' faces.
"What's wrong?" He asked.
"Babbit was acting nice to us." Mike replied.
"Even said he liked our car." Davy added.
"You guys are putting me on." Micky laughed.
"No, it's true." Peter said, "He was even smiling."
"He must be up to something." Micky said seriously.
The other three Monkees nodded in agreement.
To Be Continued...

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