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Larrysgirl	The King and I (fanfic)	Lead	[-]
Posts: 1316 (03/08/06 2:59 AM) fanfic girl night owl Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Ignore User's Posts	Hello, hello hello! Time for another story by yours truly! This time, a king from another country arrives at the pad and says Micky is his long-lost son! Is Micky of royal blood? Read and find out... Of course, anybody who wants to help out is welcome to do so! It was yet another boring day at the pad for the Monkees. They hadn't had a gig in almost two weeks, so to relieve the boredom, they were devising ways to hide from their landlord, Mr. Babbit. "Davy might fit under the sofa." Micky said with a smile. "Don't think so Micky." Davy shot back, "If you put a lamp on your head you could pose as a lamp." "No, we gotta find hiding places big enough for all of us." Mike said. "What about the freezer?" Peter asked. "Too cold." Davy replied. Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. "It's Babbit!" All four Monkees said at once. "Hide!" Micky shouted. They started to run away, but ended up banging against each other and they all fell down. Peter climbed into the freezer, Davy dived over the sofa and Micky put a lampshade on his head. Mike frantically looked around and finally hid behind the TV. The knock on the door was repeated, harder this time. "Why doesn't he give up?" Davy whispered. "Telegram for Micky Dolenz!" The voice behind the front door said. The Monkees looked up from their hiding places. "Telegram for me?" Micky asked the others. "Might be a trick." Mike replied. The knocking continued, and finally Micky walked over to the front door and opened it. Standing there was indeed a telegram delivery man, a large envelope in his hand. "Oh, I'm sorry ma'am." The man said, "I'm looking for Micky Dolenz." Micky realized he still had the lampshade on his head. With a sheepish smile, he pulled it off. "Um yeah, I'm Micky Dolenz." Micky said. "Come inside, please." The befuddled delivery man followed Micky into the pad. "It's ok guys." Micky called out, "It really is a telegram." Mike and Davy came out from hiding, but Peter was nowhere to be found. "Where's Peter?" Mike asked. Davy walked over to the freezer and pulled out a near-frozen Peter. "Thanks, Davy." Peter shivered. "So that's for me?" Micky asked, holding out his hand. "No so fast." The telegram man said quickly, "There's a matter of $1.98 due for this telegram." "Well, you'll have to ask Mr. Shnieder our manager for that." Mike said, taking the telegram from the man and pointing to the dummy sitting on a nearby chair. The Monkees quickly went out onto the balcony while the telegram man began to ask Mr. Shneider for the money. "I said I need $1.98! Can't you hear me!" The man shouted at the dummy. Outside, Micky began to rip open the letter. "Who sent you that, Micky?" Mike asked. Micky looked at the return address. "It says here, "The palace of King George of Freedonia." "Freedonia?" Peter asked, "Isn't that place far away?" "It's a little country in Europe, Peter." Davy replied, "Even smaller than Leichtenstein." "Wow, get a load of this!" Micky exclaimed, "To the honorable George Michael Dolenz: Dear sir, please expect a visit tomorrow from his Majesty, King George the XXV at noon. Once there, he has great news to tell you. Signed, Justin Case, Secretary to King George." "What news?" Mike asked, "What does he have to tell you, Micky?" "How does the king know you?" Peter added. "I don't know." Micky replied, shaking his head, "I know my father and mother once visited Freedonia a long time ago, but..." Micky was cut off by the delivery guy who charged outside. "Your manager is a dummy!" He shouted. "Well, you don't look so bright yourself!" Peter replied. "Where's my $1.98?" The guys scrounged around in their pockets and came up with the right amount. Scowling about not getting a tip, the man left. The next day, the guys got the pad in as good shape as possible. They cleaned the floor and washed the windows. At noon, a fleet of cadillacs came down Beachwood Road and stopped in front of the house. Jumping out, a man ran over and knocked on the Monkees' front door. Mike answered it right away. "Is this the residence of Micky Dolenz?" The man sniffed. "Yes it is..." Mike began, but the other man turned and ran off and spoke to someone in another car. That car door opened and another man, about in his 50's with curly hair, stepped out, followed by several gaurds. He was wearing a gray silk suit and lots of jewelry. His gaurds wore red uniforms trimmed in black and carried swords. "Looks like the king is here." Davy told Micky. The King stepped inside the pad, took one look and Micky and then ran over and embraced him. "My son!" The King exclaimed. To Be Continued... Lisa, the other Glick Chick! The Glick Chick's Monkees' Lair! and now The Glick Chick's Monkees' Lair too!
Mickys411	The King and I (fanfic)	#1	[-]
Posts: 2229 (03/08/06 11:46 PM) Time Girl Fanfic, She Wrote Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Ignore User's Posts	Great start Lisa Here's what I got...so far Micky didn't hug the king back, instead he just stood still in complete shock, as did the other Monkees. When the king finally let go, Micky managed to speak up, "Excuse me?" "You are my long-lost son," the king said to him. "How could this be?" The king then called one of guards. "William, please go out to go out to the car and fetch me the papers," said the king. "Yes your highness," said William. He raced out to the car, and came back in the pad seconds later, holding a folder. What could this mean for Micky? Mickys411 (Laura)
Larrysgirl	Re: The King and I (fanfic)	#2	[-]
Posts: 1316 (03/09/06 2:16 AM) fanfic girl night owl Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Ignore User's Posts	Great job, Laura! Hmmm... William bowed and handed the folder to the King. The King put on a pair of glasses and opened the folder. He rustled a few of the papers inside then looked at Micky once again. "Your full name is George Michael Dolenz?" The King asked. "That's right." Micky replied. "You were born on March 8, 1945, correct?" "Yeah, but so were a lot of other guys." Micky replied. "But how many were born in Los Angeles General Hospital on that very day?" The King asked with a smile. "Well..." Micky hesitated. The King pulled out a small black and white picture and handed it to Micky. The drummer let out a gasp as he recognized the person in it. "That's me, just a few days old!" Micky exclaimed. The other Monkees gathered around Micky to take a look. "Boy, you were a cute baby, Micky." Peter said. "Wait, your Majesty." Mike said to him. "How could Micky be your son? He was born in L.A." "Yeah, and Freedonia is several thousand miles away from here." Davy added. The King smiled and handed the folder back to William. "What you've said is true, young man." The King said, "But please remember what was going on at that time. May I sit down and I can tell you boys the full story?" "Oh sure, please sit down." The guys said and they all moved further into the pad and sat down. The King's gaurds took up stations around the living room. The Monkees looked at them nervously. "Oh, don't mind them." The King chuckled, "They are only for my protection. There are still some who would oppose my rule. Now for my story: The second World War in europe was still going on. Freedonia had been finally freed from Nazi control by the allies, but it was still a dangerous place to be. I was just made King a few months before after the murder of my father by the nazis and my wife was expecting a baby. It was decided that Freedonia was not a safe place to have a baby, so with a heavy heart, I had her sent to America to have our child." "Oh my." Peter sniffed. "Well, on March 8th 1945 she gave birth to our son George in Los Angeles General Hospital. When the war ended in Europe the two of them came home. But as the prince grew up, my wife and I realized he didn't look like either side of the family. A blood test confirmed that he wasn't our son. So, I've spent the last several years trying to track you down." The guys looked at each other in shock, especially Micky. The King looked at Micky once more. "I know this is a lot for you to handle in one day, my son." He said, "But I want you to come back to Freedonia with me so I can prepare you for the throne one day." To Be Continued... Continue this any way you like, Laura or whomever. I've got a bit of writer's block right now. Lisa, the other Glick Chick! The Glick Chick's Monkees' Lair! and now The Glick Chick's Monkees' Lair too!
Mickys411	The King and I (fanfic)	#3	[-]
Posts: 2229 (03/09/06 11:20 PM) Time Girl Fanfic, She Wrote Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Ignore User's Posts	That's ok Lisa, maybe what I write could help you During the entire conversation, Micky was too much in shock to say a word. Finally, Mike broke the silence. "Excuse me you highness, this news has been a big surprise to all of us, especially Micky," he said. "Quite sure it has," said the king. Micky then managed to talk, after being shicked and surprised for quite some time. "Where is Exactly is this place?"He asked. "It' s a small country, just off the coast of England," the king answered. "So, when do you leave?"Peter asked. "Tommorrow, and you're all invited." "I hate to be nosy your highness, said Davy, I know you took a blood test, but is there any other proof Micky is your son?" I hope that help and I hope I'm taking the story in the right direction Mickys411 (Laura)
Larrysgirl	Re: The King and I (fanfic)	#4	[-]
Posts: 1316 (03/10/06 2:33 AM) fanfic girl night owl Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Ignore User's Posts	Very good, Laura! Bloodtest...why didn't I think of that? "The boy is right, sire." William put in quickly, "We must know for sure Micky is your son." "There were only a few boys born that day, William." The King said to him, "And a blood test proves George is not my son." "But Micky hasn't taken a blood test to prove HE is your son though, has he?" Mike said suddenly. "Why no, he has not..." The king trailed off. "Excellent idea!" William said to Mike, "This will prove for sure if Micky is the true prince." "What do you say, Micky?" The King asked him. "I'll pay for a bloodtest tomorrow, and in the meantime, you and your friends can come back to Freedonia with me." "Shouldn't you wait until the test results come back, your Majesty?" William asked again. "No, I cannot wait." The king replied, "I took a chance leaving Freedonia in the first place. If Micky is my son, and I certainly think he is, he will have to come there anyway." "But if he isn't..." William persisted. "Then I will send him back home with all due apologies." The King answered gruffly, getting annoyed with his valet. He turned once again to Micky. "What do you say?" "Sure, if it will clear up this mystery, I'll do it." Micky replied. "Very good." The king smiled, standing up. The Monkees did the same. "William will arrange it all for tomorrow and after that, we will be on our way." "Thank you, your Majesty." Peter said. "I will call early tomorrow to inform you where you are to report." William told Micky stiffly. "Take your time." Micky replied, not liking the thought of a needle in his arm. "Well, I must go now." The King said, "For your protection, Micky, I'm leaving gaurds in the front and back of your residence." "Why?" Micky asked. "As I mentioned before, there are those who would like to take the throne from me." The king said quietly, "Even though I've kept it quiet, it was still leaked that Prince George wasn't my son and that I've been searching for my true heir." "So they might try to kill Micky so you'll have no heir?" Davy asked. "That is correct." The king replied. "Farewell." "Goodbye, your Majesty." Mike said. The Monkees bowed to the king, but ended up bumping heads. The King chuckled and walked out of the pad and into his car, his gaurds folllowing closely. That night, Micky tossed and turned on his bed. Finally, Mike turned on the light near his bed and looked across the room at his roommate. "Micky, please go to sleep." He said, "We know you're excited about all this, but..." "More than that, I'm scared too." Micky said, staring at the ceiling, "If I really am a prince, I'll have to give up everything I've ever known here and live in a far off land." "We'll be with you." Mike stated. "Yeah, I'll make you all Barons or something like that." Micky smiled. Mike chuckled at that. "Thanks, your highness. Now go to sleep, please?" "Ok, Mike." Micky said. Mike turned out the light and soon both Monkees were asleep. The next morning, William called the pad and told Micky to report to the Malibu Hospital at nine a.m. for a bloodtest. A large limo arrived to pick them up, and after loading their suitcases, the guys were taken over to the hospital. After the bloodtest, Micky was talking to the other Monkees in the waiting room. "Yeah, the nurse uesd such a small needle, it didn't hurt a bit!" He exclaimed, showing the band-aid on his arm. "Yeah, too bad Peter fainted though at the sight of the needle." Davy replied, pointing to an unconscious Peter slumped in a chair. "Are you four ready to go?" William asked, marching up to them. With him was the King's secretary, Justin Case. "Yeah, we gotta wake Peter up, that's all." Mike replied. "Well, his majesty doesn't like to be kept waiting." Justin said. "Relax, will ya?" Micky asked, annoyed at Case's attitude. He walked over to Peter and gently shook him awake. "You ok there, Peter?" Micky asked gently. "Is she gone?" Peter asked, looking around for the nurse. "Yeah, no more nurse. No more needle." Davy said, stiffling a laugh. "Ok, let's go then." Peter said, getting to his feet. William motioned to the door. "The car is waiting for you." He said. The Monkees walked out the door and into the waiting limo. The King's men climbed in after them and soon the limo was roaring away. It was quiet in the limo as they traveled along, until Mike noticed something. "Hey, this isn't the way to the airport!" He exclaimed. "We're heading the wrong way!" "No, you're heading the right way." William said with a smile. He and Justin pulled out guns. "You boys are going on a one-way trip." To Be Continued... I'm starting to get ideas now, Laura, but I'll still need your help! Lisa, the other Glick Chick! The Glick Chick's Monkees' Lair! and now The Glick Chick's Monkees' Lair too!
Mickys411	The King and I (fanfic)	#5	[-]
Posts: 2229 (03/10/06 11:44 PM) Time Girl Fanfic, She Wrote Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Ignore User's Posts	Let's see what I got Lisa The Monkees just sat there in terror. Never did they exepect this to happen. "Why are you doing this?"Davy shouted. "Because, if your friend is really the king's son, he will pay anything to get him back," said Justin. "So what do you want with us?"Mike asked. "You might squeal to the police," said William. "We might tell, but we won't sqeal," said Peter. "Everyone please!" Micky spoke up. He then look up at Justin and William and said,"Please, let my friends go, it's me you want." Justin then pulled the car behind a building, so noone would see what was going on. "Get out!"William barked at the Monkees. As the guys were getting out, William grabbed Micky's arm. "You stay!"he shouted. Micky did what he was told. Mike,Davy and Peter then watched as the car sped away. What will the guys do now? Mickys411 (Laura)
Larrysgirl	Re: The King and I (fanfic)	#6	[-]
Posts: 1316 (03/11/06 1:30 AM) fanfic girl night owl Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Ignore User's Posts	Great, Laura, just great! "This is not good." Davy said. "Poor Micky." Peter cried. "We gotta get to a payphone and call the King." Mike told the other two. "Good thing he gave me a number." So the three Monkees ran off to find a payphone. William and Justin drove Micky to a small house. "The king will never think to look for you here." William smiled. "You two could be making a big mistake." Micky said, trying to reason with them. "I may not even be the prince." "You better hope you are." Justin snapped, "Our plans will be ruined if you're just a commoner." "And we wouldn't like that." William added, patting his gun. Micky gulped and changed the subject. "How much ransom are you going to demand for me?" He asked. "We didn't kidnap you for money." William replied. "Then what are you demanding?" Micky asked, puzzled. "That the King abdicate his throne in favor of me, his half-brother." "You're the king's half-brother?" Micky asked in shock. "That's right." William said as Justin pulled the car around to the back of the house. "I'm tired of being my half-brother's lackey. I should be the next king. I would've been the next king. Then the Royal investigators found you..." He sighed, shaking his head, "Hey, I was happy being a drummer in a rock band." Micky said, raising his hands. "So what?" William snapped, then got a hold of his temper. "In case you're wondering how Justin fits into all this, Justin is my son." "Yeah, I should be the heir, not you." Justin snapped as he shut off the car. "Now get out, and no false moves." Micky got out of the car, closely followed by William and Justin. They went inside and the two kidnappers took Micky to a bedroom where they handcuffed him to a chair. "Now just relax." William said. "Yeah, sure, relax." Micky frowned, pulling on the handcuffs. Mike, Peter and Davy quickly found a payphone and after a bit of wrangling, spoke to the king and told him what had happened. Immediately, the King sent a car for them and within a few minutes they were sitting in an airport lounge explaining the whole situation. "I just can't believe this." The King said, shaking his head. "I thought I knew those two well. Then they betray me." "Just so they could kidnap Micky for ransom." Davy replied. "I don't think that is it, Davy." The King said, "I had been good over the years to my My half-brother and nephew. They are rich and own lots of property." The King paused, "I believe William wants my throne." "He'll want to exchange Micky for your abdication?" Mike asked. "I believe so." The King replied. A soldier ran over to the king and bowed. "A message from the Freedonian embassy, sire." He said, holding a piece of paper. "Thank you." The King replied and looked at the paper. After a few seconds, he crumpled it up and threw it on the floor. "What did it say?" Peter asked. "Just what I thought it would." The King replied angrily. "William has contacted the embassy and demanded that I either abdicate the Freedonian throne in twenty-four hours and name him as the new king-or Micky dies." To Be Continued... Do what you want, Laura! (except end the story) Lisa, the other Glick Chick! The Glick Chick's Monkees' Lair! and now The Glick Chick's Monkees' Lair too!
Mickys411	The King and I (fanfic)	#7	[-]
Posts: 2229 (03/11/06 11:24 PM) Time Girl Fanfic, She Wrote Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Ignore User's Posts	I got a little bit of writer's block tonight Lisa, but here's what I got.. BTW, great job The Monkees invited the king back to the pad, to discuss what to do about the situation. "So what are we going to do?" Davy asked. "I don't know, if I give them the kingdom, Freedonian will be run by crule dictatorship," said the king. "And if you don't, we'll loss our friend," said Mike. Peter began to cry again. "We have to save Micky," he said between sobs. Davy put an arm around Peter's shoulder and said,"Don't worry Peter, we'll save Micky." Meanwhile, Micky was still tied up in the chair and with handcuffs on his wrists. As he sat there, he said to himself,"Why did this have to happen? I don't want to be a prince of some kingdom, I never heard of, I just want to go back to being who I am, just a drummer in a band. I also want to get out here and have things go back to the way they were before this." Tears then began to fall from Micky's eyes. Mickys411 (Laura)
Larrysgirl	Re: The King and I (fanfic)	#8	[-]
Posts: 1316 (03/11/06 11:57 PM) fanfic girl night owl Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Ignore User's Posts	awww...poor Micky! That was great Laura! I can't post tonight, but I'll do another part tomorrow, where the others find Micky. I'm still thinking of writing it so everyone goes to Freedonia, but I don't know yet... I'm sorry, I don't have this story planned out as much as I should have. Lisa, the other Glick Chick! The Glick Chick's Monkees' Lair! and now The Glick Chick's Monkees' Lair too!
Larrysgirl	Re: The King and I (fanfic)	#9	[-]
Posts: 1316 (03/13/06 2:53 AM) fanfic girl night owl Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Ignore User's Posts	Ok, I think I have something now... I think I'll finish this after you do one more part, ok, Laura? BTW, I finally got the Yellow Submarine story up on my site. The King spent some time on the phone talking to the police about Micky's kidnapping. The police promised to immediately search for Micky. When King George was done, he walked over to the other Monkees. "Well, I've done all I can from here." He said, "I must go over to the Freedonian Embassy." "What's over there?" Mike asked. "From there, I can issue an official decree stripping William and Justin's diplomatic immunity." The King answered. "Then they'll be able to be arrested." Davy replied. "Quite so, Davy." The King said, "Come along with me." So the King and the three Monkees went over to the Freedonian Embassy, which was really a small house with a fence around it. On the front gate was a sign 'Freedonian Embassy' and on top of the house a white flag with an 'F' inside a gold circle flapped in the breeze. "This is your embassy?" Peter asked. "Yes, Peter." The king replied, "Inside the house you will legally be on Freedonian soil." The car pulled up to the front of the house and everybody went inside. The Monkees were shown into a parlor room onthe second floor while the king went to his office. A servant asked them if they wanted something to drink, but none of the guys felt like drinking anything right then. "I hope Micky is ok." Peter said softly. "Me too." Davy replied, "I hope the police find them." "Well, they should." Mike said, looking out the window that faced the back. "I told the King the license number and he told the police so..." He stopped suddenly as he looked at a car parked below the window. "Hey Davy, Peter." Mike said, motioning them to come over. "What's up?" Peter asked as he and Davy came over to him. "That car looks familiar." Davy and Peter looked down at the car as the King came into the room. "Well, I've officially stripped those two of diplomatic immunity and froze their bank accounts in Freedonia." The King said, "Now they have no protection if they are outside these walls." "They just might be here!" Davy exclaimed, "That's the car Justin was driving!" He pointed to the car below him. The King looked over too. "Yes, that's an official Freedonia car!" He said, "How clever. They're hiding right under our very noses!" The three Monkees ran out of the room as the King followed and called for the guards. Meanwhile, in William's room, Justin had an idea. "Hey, I better hide the car so nobody spots it." He said. "Go ahead." William replied, "I'll keep our guest company." He pointed at Micky still handcuffed to the chair. Justin began to walk to the door when he heard a commotion outside. Father and son looked at each other. "What's that?" Justin asked. The two men walked over to the door, opened it and looked outside...to see the King, the three Monkees and several guards running down the hall toward them! "Stop in the name of the King!" One of the guards shouted. Justin made to go back into the room, but William stopped him. "We can't hold them off, let's go!" He shouted. William and Justin tore down the hall and down the back steps. The Monkees stopped in the doorway to see Micky sitting there, still handcuffed, but a big smile on his face. "Micky!" Mike, Peter and Davy shouted. "Forget me, get William and Justin!" Micky shouted back. "After them!" The king shouted to this guards and the other Monkees, while he and another guard went into William's room to free Micky. Mike, Peter and Davy led the guards down the steps and out a back door where Justian had parked the car. But as soon as Mike stuck his head out the door, Justin fired his gun, the bullet slamming into the doorframe just above his head. Everyone ducked back inside and that gave Justin and William time to get into their car and escape. "Can't you go after him?" Peter asked a guard. "No, we have no authority outside of this house to do anything like that." The guard replied, disappointed. "At least Micky is safe." Peter said. Everyone nodded and went back upstairs into William's room. There, they found Micky sitting in his chair, his hands now free and rubbing his wrists form the handcuffs. When he saw his friends, he got up and the other Monkees gave him a group hug. "Thanks for rescuing me." Micky told them and the King. "How did you find me?" "By accident." Mike said, "We saw Justin's car parked below us and realized they were right here in the Freedonian Embassy." "We're at the Freedonian Embassy?" Micky asked. "Yes, it was very clever of them to hide you here under our very noses." The King replied, "But now they are nothing but common criminals. I've stripped them of their diplomatic immunity and froze their bank accounts, so they'll have nowhere to go." "That's good." Micky replied. "So what's next?" Mike asked. "We are going right to the airport to my private plane." The King replied, "We can't take any more chances with Micky's life. Once in Freedonia, he'll be much safer." So at once everyone left for the airport and to the king's plane. After a very long flight with two refuelings, the King's plane landed in the small country of Freedonia. To Be Continued.... Safer? Don't bet on it... Lisa, the other Glick Chick! The Glick Chick's Monkees' Lair! and now The Glick Chick's Monkees' Lair too!
Mickys411	The King and I (fanfic)	#10	[-]
Posts: 2229 (03/13/06 11:43 PM) Time Girl Fanfic, She Wrote Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Ignore User's Posts	Bravo Lisa Here's what I got... Once the plane landed, the Monkees and the king stepped off. The guys then looked around and saw that Freedonian almost was exactly like Ca. It had palm trees. beaches and lovely weather. A limo took everyone to the castle. "Well, here we are, home sweet home," said the king, stepping out of the limo, followed by the Monkees. As they entered the castle, the guys couldn't believe their eyes to what they saw. "Say, this is quite a groovy place,"said Davy. "It sure is," said Mike. "Absoluty, said the king, It has 60 bedrooms, 10 swimming pools, and an indoor polo field." "Yes, but is it in a nice neighborhood?"asked Peter. Everyone laughed, all execpt for Micky who could actually looked a bit preoccupied. "Hey Mick," said Mike, tapping Micky on the shoulder. "Oh yeah, real funny Peter," said Micky, pretending to hear what his friend. All your's Lisa Mickys411 (Laura)
Larrysgirl	Re: The King and I (fanfic)	#11	[-]
Posts: 1316 (03/14/06 2:00 AM) fanfic girl night owl Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Ignore User's Posts	Here's a little more... Thank you so much for your help, Laura! I really appreciate it! Coming over to the King and the Monkees was a older woman wearing a long blue dress and a young man in a suit. He had straight brown hair. The woman looked happy to see them, but the young man looked rather sad and he hung back a little from the woman. "Oh George, I'm so glad you're safe!" She exclaimed, giving the king a kiss. "Yes, that snake William and his son finally showed their true colors." The King replied sourly. He turned to the Monkees. "My dear, may I present Michael Nesmith, David Jones, Peter Tork and..." He paused, "Micky Dolenz. Gentlemen, this is my wife, Queen Margaret of Freedonia, and my son Prince George." The Monkees bowed to the Queen and prince, and she nodded in return. The prince just kept his head down. "I'm pleased to meet all of you." She smiled, then walked over to Micky. "Especially you, Micky." She said, taking Micky's face in her hands. "My son." Micky did his best to smile, but only half-succeeded. "We have to wait for the blood test results, dear." The king said softly, "But I think he is the prince." "So you're my replacement." Prince George said, a frown on his face, "The real prince." "George, don't talk like that." The king replied, "You may not be my biological child, but your mother and I will always consider you our son." "If Freedonian law didn't require a biological heir to the throne, you would be the next king." The Queen added, patting his shoulder. "Wait, what happens to him if I really am a prince?" Micky asked, feeling sorry for Prince George. "I will make a public announcement explaining the whole mix-up that George is not the prince. I will then name you as my heir.." The King replied, "And I will give George the titles and lands once owned by my half-brother William and nephew Justin." Micky nodded his head, but still felt bad he might depose someone who had thought he was going to be King. "It's been a very long, tiring trip." The King said to the Monkees, "So I suggest we retire to our rooms and rest for awhile." "I'll show them to their rooms, father." Prince George said, then turned to the Monkees. "Come this way, please." So the Prince led them to their bedrooms on the third floor of the palace, with George walking next to Micky. "Wow, it's easy to get lost in here." Pete remarked. "Yes, sometimes people have." The Prince replied, "After the second world war, the castle was rebuilt and expanded-too much I think." The Prince led them down a long hall way with several large doors on either side. He pointed out which rooms were for Mike, Pete and Davy first. "The rooms are pretty much arranged the same way," He said, "You'll each have your own servant." "Thank you, Prince George." Mike said as he and the other two Monkees went into their rooms. Prince George led Micky over to another set of doors and pushed them open. "This will be your suite until it's determined if you're really the prince." He said. Micky's mouth dropped open. The suite was very large with a sunken living room and a dining room with a huge table. Micky walked up the hurricane stairs to the bedroom with a large picture window that took up an entire wall which showed the beautiful land around him. The bathroom was done entirely in marble and gold. "Like it?" The prince asked as Micky came back down the stairs. "I love it!" Micky smiled, and the prince began to walk away. "Your highness?" Micky asked. "Yes, Micky?" Prince George asked. "I just wanted to tell you that I'm just so shocked about what's been going on." Micky said, "If I had it my way, I'd go back to being a drummer and let you be the prince." "You play the drums?" The prince asked. "Yeah, do you play?" Micky replied back. "A little guitar." The prince replied, "Well, I'll let you rest now, see you at supper." "Yeah, thank you, your highness." Micky said. The prince walked out of the suite and closed the door. To Be Continued... Lisa, the other Glick Chick! The Glick Chick's Monkees' Lair! and now The Glick Chick's Monkees' Lair too!
Larrysgirl	Re: The King and I (fanfic)	#12	[-]
Posts: 1316 (03/15/06 2:46 AM) fanfic girl night owl Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Ignore User's Posts	And here's more... Several hours later, a uniformed butler came to each of the Monkee's rooms to announce that supper was served. Sleeping in the soft beds had refreshed the guys and they were now very hungry as they followed the butler down to the dining room. "Did you gentlemen sleep well?" The butler asked. "Yeah, slept like a log." Mike replied. The other Monkees said the same, even Micky, though he was still uncomfortable knowing his life might never be the same in a few days. The dining room was a large oak paneled room with a long table in the center. More uniformed servants stood along the walls waiting for instructions. The King, Queen and Prince were already seated and waiting for them. "Hello boys." The King said, "Enjoy your rooms?" "Oh yeah, never had a bed so soft before." Davy replied. "That's good." The king said as the servants helped the Monkees sit down on the ornate chairs. A few seconds later, the first course of soup was brought out. "Any word about the blood test?" Micky asked the King. "No, it will take a few days before the results are sent here." The Queen replied, "Until then, we'll just have to wait. "Why didn't you wait until Micky was here before you had him take the test, Father?" Prince George asked. "I was anxious to know the truth, son." The King replied, "I guess I should've had the royal doctor do the test like the first time. It would've been done by now." "The royal doctor took the first test?" Mike asked. "Yes, he's a good doctor. He had the results showing George wasn't our biological son within a day." When the soup was done, other courses followed, and the Monkees feasted on them all, turkey, chicken, pasta and all sorts of good food came to them until they could eat no more. "That was an excellent meal, your majesty." Peter said sincerely as the dishes were cleared away. "Yeah, even I'm full." Micky smiled and the others laughed. Later on, a string quartet played music for them in the music room. It was all the Monkees could do not to fall asleep. After the concert, the guys were able to get a moment to themselves. "How you guys doing?" Micky asked. "We're fine, how about you?" Mike asked, a knowing look on his face. "I can't believe I'd be living in such a huge place." Micky said, "I like the pad, even thought it's a lot smaller." "Yeah, our rooms are pretty big." Davy said. "Can't we get smaller ones?" "I'll ask," Said Micky, "But I get the feeling those are the small rooms." So Micky asked the King if they could get smaller rooms closer together. The King was surprised to hear someone asking for a smaller room. "Usually someone demands a larger one." The king replied, "How about if I move all of you into the grand suite where you four can sleep in one room?" "Yes, I'd appreciate that, your majesty." Micky asked. So the Monkees and their belonging were moved into the grand suite where they all could sleep in one huge bedroom. Now Micky felt better having his friends around him, and that night they slept much better. That night, a small plane landed in an unlit airstrip on the edge of Freedonia. Two men jumped out and the plane quickly took off again. The two men ran over to a car sitting nearby and climbed into the back seat. The driver looked at them through his rear-view mirror. "Welcome home, your highnesses." The driver said with a smirk. "Shut up and drive us to the castle, doctor." William snarled. With a chuckle, the royal doctor started the car and drove them to the castle. To Be Continued... Lisa, the other Glick Chick! The Glick Chick's Monkees' Lair! and now The Glick Chick's Monkees' Lair too!
Larrysgirl	Re: The King and I (fanfic)	#13	[-]
Posts: 1316 (03/16/06 2:52 AM) fanfic girl night owl Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Ignore User's Posts	I getting to the end, promise! The next morning, the Monkees were awoken by a butler and soon they were down in the dining room once again. This time, there was another man sitting at the table with the King, Queen and Prince. He was a man in his early 50's with glasses and graying hair. "Good morning, gentlemen." The King said to the Monkees, "Did you sleep well?" "Good morning and yes, we did." Mike said, as the guys took their places at the table. "Sleeping all together in the Grand Suite was better." Micky added. The King indicated the newcomer. "May I present Doctor Steven Strangelove, my royal doctor." "How do you boys do?" Dr. Strangelove asked, a slight accent to his voice. "We're fine, sir." Peter said, "And you?" "Oh just fine." The Doctor replied, "I just came back from a vacation." The servants now brought over large plates filled with eggs, bacon, sausages and home fries. Everyone was quiet for several minutes as they ate, then the King spoke again. "What would you gentlemen like to do today?" He asked the Monkees. "Can we see more of Freedonia?" Davy asked. "Certainly." The King replied, "Prince George would be happy to show you around, right son?" "Oh yes, father. Very happy." Prince George said, but didn't sound happy about it at all. So after breakfast, Prince George and the Monkees climbed into a limo and began to drive around the countryside. With them was an escort of police cars. As they drove along, Micky turned to the prince. "Any word about William and Justin?" He asked. "No, but they will be caught soon." The prince replied, then shook his head, "I can't believe they tried to make my father abdicate his throne." "Your father is a nice man, Prince George." Peter said quietly. "Thank you, and call me George." He replied, "I won't be a prince for much longer." "I really wish you were the prince." Mike said, "You'd be a great ruler someday." "Yes, if I were King one of the first things I'd do is tear down part of the castle. It's much too big and give the land to the poor so they could build homes." The prince said, then pointed out the window. "There's horseshoe falls." The Monkees looked out and saw the waterfall. The prince told the driver to stop and they all got out and looked at the falls for awhile. Then it was on to other sights, and the guys were awe-struck by some of the beauty they saw. After awhile, a guard told the prince they had to return to the castle for safety reasons. "While your uncle and Justin are still at large, you must be kept safe." He said. So the Monkees and Prince George reluctantly went back to the castle. Going up to their rooms, Micky turned to the prince. "Excuse me, but do you have any musical instruments we could borrow?" He asked, "I think we can use some practice." "Sure, come over to the music room." Prince George told them. Once there, they found guitars and a set of drums. Micky handed the prince a guitar. "You told me you play, why don't you jam with us?" Micky asked. "Me? Well...I don't think I'm too good..." The prince hedged. "C'mon, it'll be fun!" Mike said. So they started to play some Beatles songs and slowly, George began to loosen up and play along with the group. They had a great time playing and the prince began to warm up to the Monkees at last. That night, the Monkees once again were in their large bedroom, getting ready for sleep. Micky sat on his bed thinking about all that had happened recently. He was slowly getting used to the idea that he might be a prince. "Well, I hope that test result comes in soon." Micky said, "I don't like not knowing if you three should start bowing to me or not." He smiled. "Oh, listen to this." Mike said, throwing a pillow at Micky. "Acting like a prince already." "Just for that, you'll be put in the dungeon, bread and water rations." Micky said in a royal-style voice. "I'm tired guys." Peter said, "Let's go to sleep." "Ok, goodnight everyone." Davy said. "Goodnight, Davy, Peter." Mike said. "Good night your highness." "Goodnight, peasants." Micky laughed and shut off the lights. Soon they were all asleep. The next morning, when the Monkees woke up, Micky was gone!! To Be Continued... Lisa, the other Glick Chick! The Glick Chick's Monkees' Lair! and now The Glick Chick's Monkees' Lair too!
Larrysgirl	Re: The King and I (fanfic)	#14	[-]
Posts: 1316 (03/17/06 2:44 AM) fanfic girl night owl Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Ignore User's Posts	Here we go... Mike, Peter and Davy, along with the butler that had come to wake them, searched around the large suite. They checked under the beds, the cupboards, the bathrooms, everywhere, but Micky was nowhere to be found. "Where did he go?" Peter asked, getting scared. "Maybe he decided to go back to California." Davy suggested. "No he wouldn't..." Mike stopped as he spied a piece of paper laying on Micky's bed. "Maybe he did." Mike corrected as he walked over and picked up the paper, and unfolded it. "If you wish to see Micky alive again, King George must abdicate and proclaim me, Prince William as the new King. He will then have 24 hours to leave Freedonian soil." Mike read in a shocked voice. "You have until noon Freedonian time to decide. Signed HRH William of Freedonia." "Oh no!" Davy exclaimed, "That's just a few hours from now!" "Smithers," Mike said, turning to the butler, "Tell the King what's happened. We'll be down soon." "Very good sir." Smithers replied and ran off to tell the king. The other three Monkees quickly changed out of their pajamas and raced downstairs to the dining room. Micky's band mates found the Queen, Prince, Dr. Strangelove and Smithers standing in shock near the dining room table. King George, however, was pacing back and forth in anger. "How could this have happened?" He roared. "I had extra soldiers around the castle. There was a wide-spread alert for those two?" "Not to mention we froze his bank accounts." Prince George added, "So where did he get the money?" "He's a tricky man alright," Mike said, "What are we going to do?" "I've ordered every man I could spare to search the castle and all of Freedonia." The King said, looking at Mike. "But we only have until noon." "That's not much time at all." Davy said. "Not much time at all." Down in a deep, dark dungeon, lit only by a string of dim lights, William and his son Justin sat a table playing cards. A gun lay on the table between them. William looked over at their prisoner as he dealt another hand. "Are you comfortable, fool?" He snickered. "Do I look it?" Micky snapped. He was sitting on a small stool with his wrists and ankles locked inside heavy wooden stocks. Still wearing his pajamas and barefoot, Micky shivered in the cool air. "Watch your mouth, young man." William replied with an evil grin, "We can make you even more uncomfortable." He indicated the torture instruments around the room. "How did you know where I was?" Micky asked, quickly changing the subject, "How did you bring me here?" "I can answer that, Micky." A third voice replied. To Micky's shock, it was Dr. Strangelove. "I overheard you tell the King you were sleeping in the grand suite and to get to you we simply used the secret passages that run all through the castle." "And dragged me out of a warm bed." Micky said angrily, "So you're in on this too?" "Oh yes." William answered, "The good doctor works for me. He did a few bad things while working for a Nazi general during the second world war and I protect his dirty little secret." "I didn't have a choice." The doctor said slowly. William waved the protest away and looked at the doctor. "Well, what news do you have?" He asked. "They all know about his disappearace." Dr. Strangelove replied, "The king has sent out search parties." "And they'll find nothing." Justin finished, "Nobody even knows about this place down here." "Have the test results come back yet?" William cut in anxiously. "No, but it's only a matter of hours I would guess." The doctor replied. "Within a few hours I will be king." William said happily. "But what if I'm not the prince?" Micky asked. "It won't matter." William replied, "It will be to late for my half-brother to do anything." He looked at the doctor. Go upstairs again-and you better make sure you intercept that test result!" The doctor nodded and left the dungeon. William and Justin went back to playing cards. Meanwhile, the guards were reporting that they had found no trace of Micky at all. "He must be here somewhere." Davy said, "There's no way he could've been taken out of here with all these gaurds around." Mike thought a moment. "Your Majesty, are there any secret passages in the castle?" "I suppose there might be." King George answered, "I thought they had been filled up when the castle was rebuilt after the war." Doctor Strangelove walked in just a few seconds before a royal courier rushed in. "Your Majesty!" The courier announced, bowing at the waist, "A letter from the Malibu Hospital!" "I'll take that!" Dr. Strangelove said quickly, walking over to him, "I'm the royal doctor." "But I am the King." The King said, walkign over and holding his hand out, "I need to know now if Micky is my son." "But I can interpret the test results for you, your Majesty." The doctor protested. "I know how to read, Dr. Strangelove." The king answered coldly, "There won't be much to say here." "But..." The doctor started to say, but the angry look from the king silenced him. There wasn't a sound to be heard as the king opened the envelope, pulled out the letter and read the contents. "Your majesty." The king read slowly, "We regret to inform you that the blood type of Micky Dolenz does not match your blood type or that her royal highness Queen Margaret. Sincerely, Dr. Feelgood, Malibu General hospital." There was a very long silence as the king put the letter back in the envelope. "So...Micky isn't your son?" Mike asked slowly. "No he is not." The king said softly, "I thought all this searching was over, but now it must go on." The Queen wiped a tear away from her eye. "But Micky's still in trouble." Peter said, "What can we do?" "Hey, where's the doc?" Davy asked, looking around the room. Indeed, Dr. Strangelove was no longer with them. A very scared Dr. Strangelove ran into the dungeon to see William and Justin. "What's the matter?" William demanded. "The king read the letter, I'm sorry I couldn't stop him." The doctor said in a rush. "You idiot!" William shouted, "What did the letter say?" "Micky is not the prince." "I'm not?" Micky asked, happily, then realized what that might mean for him. "Now the king will never hand over the throne to me now that he knows this boy isn't the prince." William snarled, "All this planning has gone out the window." "So what do we do, Dad?" Justin asked, getting scared. "First, we'll take care of Micky." William said, pointing the drummer. "Doctor, perhaps you have a little something to give him?" "What?" The doctor exclaimed, "We don't have time for that! We must leave the country!" "No, I hate loose ends." William said sharply, "Someone has to pay for our failure and it might as well be him." "I...I have to get something from my bag in my office." The doctor stammered. "Go and get it quickly." William said. The doctor nodded and went up the secret passages to his office. He was very scared now, he didn't want to kill Micky, but he didn't want his secret revealed either. The doctor came to a blank wall and hit a secret switch. Silently, the door opened and he stepped through to his office. To his shock, the King, Queen, Prince, the three Monkees and several armed guards were waiting for him. "Hello, doctor." The king said affably, "Mind telling us where that secret passage leads to?" To Be concluded... Lisa, the other Glick Chick! The Glick Chick's Monkees' Lair! and now The Glick Chick's Monkees' Lair too!
Mickys411	The King and I (fanfic)	#15	[-]
Posts: 2229 (03/17/06 11:46 PM) Time Girl Fanfic, She Wrote Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Ignore User's Posts	Great going Lisa Can't wait to see the end Mickys411 (Laura)
Larrysgirl	Re: The King and I (fanfic)	#16	[-]
Posts: 1316 (03/18/06 3:04 AM) fanfic girl night owl Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Ignore User's Posts	Thank you, Laura! The doctor looked in shock at all the angry faces surrounding him. "How did you know..." He stammered. "You were quite anxious to take that letter from me." The King replied, "Then you left rather suddenly and then Mike mentioned possible secret passages..." The King trailed off, "But you didn't answer my question. Where does that passage lead to?" "Down to the dungeons, your Majesty." Dr. Strangelove replied, looking down. "Is Micky down there?" Mike demanded. "Yes, along with William and Justin." The doctor said. "Lead us there," The King said angrily, "And I might spare your life." "You can't go down there, George." The Queen said quickly, "It's too dangerous." "I must deal with my treacherous half-brother myself, dear, but you must stay here." The King answered back. "I'm going too, father." Prince George said, taking a spare gun from a soldier, "Micky has suffered enough because of me." The King didn't look happy about it, but then looked at the doctor. "Go and no tricks." He snarled. The doctor nodded and led the King, the three Monkees and the soldiers down through the secret passages. Down below, William and Justin were wondering where the doctor had gone. "He should've been back by now." Justin said, nervously. "You're right, son." William replied, "He must've gone to the King. We have to leave now. But first..." He took the gun from the table and pointed it at Micky. "Goodbye fool." He said. Just then, footsteps were heard outside. "Here comes the doc now." Justin said. Doctor Strangelove then walked into the room, a blank expression on his face. "Did you bring something?" William demanded. "No, I brought someone." The doctor replied, Just then, the King, the three Monkees and the King's soldiers burst into the room behind him. "Stop right there!" A soldier shouted at William as the other soldiers pointed their guns at the duo. "I don't think so." William shouted back. "Shoot me and I'll shoot the young man here." His gun pointed unwaving at Micky's head. "How did you get back here?" The king demanded, "I froze your bank accounts." "I have secret ones all over the world, brother." William smirked. "It's over, William." Dr. Strangelove said calmly, slowly walking toward him. "For both of you." "And you as well, Doctor." William sneered, "I'll tell them your dirty little secret." "Go ahead, tell them." Dr. Strangelove replied, walking closer to William, "Tell them that my mother was Jewish. Tell them to escape the death camps I had to be a Nazi general's private doctor! Tell them I had to take care of him and his mistress while my fellow Jews died!" The doctor's voice began to rise in anger, "Tell them you found out about my past and forced me to work for you!" By now, the doctor was between William and Micky. "Tell them I no longer work for you!" He shouted and lunged for William's gun. But just as the doctor's hand grabbed the barrel, William fired and the doctor went down. The distraction was all Prince George needed to shoot the gun from William's hand. "Ah!" William cried in pain. Within seconds, William and Justin being held by the soldiers. Prince George and the other soldiers went over to the fallen doctor. "Is he ok?" Micky asked, "He saved my life." "He's still alive." Prince George replied, as the Queen rushed in too. She gasped when she saw the doctor laying on the floor. "Prince George..." The doctor whispered, weakly motioning with his hand. "Yes, doctor?" The prince whispered, coming closer. "One last secret." The doctor coughed, "When I did the blood test on you years ago...I faked the results." "What do you mean?" Prince George answered, puzzled. "I mean, my prince...<cough>...that you really are the prince. You were the true heir the whole time." "It's true!" Justin shouted at the King and Queen, "My father made the doctor fake the test results, making you two think Prince George wasn't your son!" "Shut up, you brat!" William screamed, trying break the soldier's grip. "Why William?" The King asked, "I had been good to you and your son." "I was tired of being second best around you." William sneered, "'Do this, William, do that William'. I thought if you thought George wasn't your son, you'd name me the heir to the throne, but instead you decided to look for you son." "So we told you Micky was your son and kidnapped him, hoping you'd abdicate the throne to get him back." Justin added hastily. "But you had the blood test done in America insted of Freedonia so that's why we had to kidnap Micky sooner than we had planned. "So I really am the prince." Prince George said, his anger rising, "All this time, thinking I wasn't of royal blood, all this trouble you put Micky and his friends through..." The prince pulled his arm back and punched Justin in the nose. He then turned to the soldiers. "Put these two vermin in the deepest part of the dungeon you can find and get medical help for the doctor." He ordered. "At once, your highness." A soldier replied as William and Justin were taken away. A stretcher was quickly brought down and the wounded doctor was taken away too. Then, as things began to settle down again, Micky called over to his band mates. "Hey guys, do you think you could let me out of this thing?" He asked, shaking the stocks. "Oh now you're asking us?" Mike said as he Peter, Davy and the Prince walked over to him. "Before you called us peasants and wondered if we should bow down to you." "I was just kidding, guys." Micky smiled, "So could you please let me out?" "I dunno." Davy said, rubbing his chin and looking thoughtful, "Prince George, is there a law against pretending to be royalty?" "Yes there is." The prince smiled, walking behind Micky and placing his hands on Micky's shoulders. "And it's quite severe." "What is it?" Mike asked, standing by Micky's right foot, "Boiling in oil?" "Stretching on the rack?" Peter asked, standing by Micky's left foot. "A hundred lashes?" Davy added, standing next to the prince. "Ah, guys, please...I was only joking..." Micky said, looking at each of their faces. "No, something much worse." Prince George smiled...and began to tickle one side of Micky's ribs. Davy did the same on Micky's other side while Peter and Mike tickled Micky's bare feet. "No stop! Heheheeheehaa!" Micky giggled, "No fair, I'm ticklish! HAHAHAHEEE" Micky laughed as he squirmed around, "Stopit, I'm sorry! HAHAHAHAHHEE!" "Ok, I think he's learned his lesson." Prince George laughed and the four of them quickly had Micky free. Micky looked at the prince. "I'm so glad this whole thing's been solved now, your highness." He said sincerely, "Now I can go back to being a peasant again." "You were never a peasant, Micky." The Prince smiled, "none of you were, my friends, and you'll all be rewarded." With that, they all went back upstairs. King George had the prince take another blood test, this time at a lab in England. After a few days, the results came back and it showed George really was of royal blood and thus the true heir to the Freedonian throne. The King made a royal announcement about what had happened and proclaimed his son George the next king of Freedonia. Doctor Strangelove underwent emergency surgery for his bullet wound and survived. After several months, he was released for the hospital and was quietly sent into exile by the king. William and Justin were sentenced to life in prison at hard labor for treason. Their money and lands were confiscated and their royal titles revoked. At the urging of his son, the king began to renovate the castle once again. This time, the castle was partially demolished and made smaller. Any secret passages discovered were filled in with cement. A grand feast was called in honor of the Monkees and the King made them knights of the Kingdom, along with many other honors. After several weeks, the guys were flown home, and Micky was happy to be himself once again. The End Lisa, the other Glick Chick! The Glick Chick's Monkees' Lair! and now The Glick Chick's Monkees' Lair too!
Mickys411	The King and I (fanfic)	#17	[-]
Posts: 2229 (03/18/06 11:25 PM) Time Girl Fanfic, She Wrote Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Ignore User's Posts	Great story Lisa Wonderful ending I alway enjoy writing with you I hope to start on my story tommorrow Mickys411 (Laura)
Larrysgirl	Re: The King and I (fanfic)	#18	[-]
Posts: 1316 (03/18/06 11:46 PM) fanfic girl night owl Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Ignore User's Posts	Thank you Laura! I always enjoy working with you too. Lisa, the other Glick Chick! The Glick Chick's Monkees' Lair! and now The Glick Chick's Monkees' Lair too!
NoraLou	Re: The King and I (fanfic)	#19	[-]
Posts: 12469 (04/05/06 12:20 PM) Rev. Nora Paperback writer Amazing Grace New Admin Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Ignore User's Posts	I enjoyed this one, too, ladies! Thanks for all you do. If it's possible, may I join you a time or two on these stories? Nora
Larrysgirl	Re: The King and I (fanfic)	#20	[-]
Posts: 1316 (04/05/06 10:37 PM) fanfic girl night owl Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Ignore User's Posts	Glad you enjoyed it, Nora. Yes, of course, you can help us out! Anyone is welcome to! Lisa, the other Glick Chick! The Glick Chick's Monkees' Lair! and now The Glick Chick's Monkees' Lair too!