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That night, the Monkees prepared for bed, but Micky told the others he was going to watch some more television.
"Suit yourself, Micky." Mike said with a yawn. "Goodnight."
"Goodnight, guys." Micky told Mike and the others as he sat down on the couch, "I'll probably come to bed in a little while."
The other three Monkees went into their bedrooms and shut the doors. When the doors had clicked shut, Micky got a wicked smile on his face.
As quietly as possible, Micky went over to the front closet and put on his werewolf costume, plus the mask and fangs.
"I look like a real werewolf now." Micky thought to himself as he adjusted the mask.
He then waited impatiently for a few more minutes until he was sure the others were asleep. When he heard Mike snoring, Micky turned off the living room lights and went out the back door. Silently, he walked down the back steps and onto the beach. Laughing to himself, Micky made his way over to the back of Babbit's house which was only a few doors down from the pad.
Positioning himself under what he hoped was Babbit's bedroom window, Micky let out a terrific werewolf howl!
"HOOOWWLL! WOOF WOOF WOOF!!" He howled.
Babbit jumped a foot off his bed at the sound. With a shaking hand, he put his glasses on and went over to his bedroom window. He looked down to see a werewolf on all fours prancing around on the beach below!
"Shoo, scat!" Babbit yelled at the 'werewolf' below, "Scat I say!" He picked up a book and threw it down at the creature. It just missed its head.
The werewolf took off down the beach. Since it was dark, Babbit soon lost sight of it. He went over to his phone to call the police, but then decided against it.
"They'd never believe me." Babbit muttered. He went back to bed and tried to get some sleep.

Micky scampered down the beach on all fours until he was sure Babbit couldn't see him. Then he climbed to his feet and laughed all the way back to the pad.
As quietly as possible, Micky went up the back stairs to the pad and went inside the living room-which suddenly lit up to reveal Micky's three angry band mates glaring at him.
"Uh, hi guys." Micky said, taking off the mask and fangs, "I thought you three were asleep."
"We were until we heard a werewolf howling in the night." Mike said, his arms folded across his chest.
"Well, you told me I could my imitations on the beach." Micky replied.
"Not this late at night, Micky." Davy said, "People are trying to sleep. People like Mr. Babbit."
"You have sand all over your costume, Micky." Peter said, "What were you doing out there?"
"I wanted to look the part when I howled under Babbit's window." Micky laughed, "Oh, he was yelling and fussing..."
"Oh no, Micky!" Mike said angrily, "You bothering Babbit again? What if he had recognized you?"
"Well, he didn't." Micky said, getting put out by all the questions. He thought his bandmates would've like him torturing their mean landlord like this. "Besides, it's almost Halloween, I wanted to have some fun."
"Not at the expense of us getting evicted." Davy retorted.
"Davy's right, Micky." Peter added, "You better not do that again."
"But..."
"No more werewolf imitations, Micky." Mike said sternly, "We mean it."
Micky huffed and took off his costume. "Ok, I'll be good, Papa Nez." He said sullenly.
The other three Monkees started to go back to their bedrooms. Mike turned to Micky once again.
"Before you go to sleep, sweep up the sand you brought in."
With that, Mike went into the bedroom he and Micky shared, leaving Micky alone in the living room.
Scowling, Micky got the broom and dustpan and cleaned up the sand before going to bed himself.

The next afternoon, the guys were relaxing around the pad when the heard a truck come down the street and come to a stop nearby.
"Sounds like that truck is pulling in next door." Davy remarked.
The Monkees went onto their front lawn to see an old army truck parked in the driveway of the house next door. Stepping out of the driver's seat was a large, dark-haired man about fifty years old wearing camoflaged pants and shirt, boots and wearing a straw hat on his head. Getting out of the passenger side was an older woman about seventy-five years old who was wearing a camoflaged skirt and blouse.
"Wow, look at that." Peter whispered.
"Looks like we have new neighbors." Mike whispered back.
The man saw the Monkees staring at them and waved.
"Hiya, fellas!" He said in a friendly voice.
"Hi, mister." Davy replied, trying to be polite.
The man walked over to them, followed by the woman. He extended his large hand out to them.
"Bungalow Bill's the name, and hunting is my game." He said with a smile.
"Pleased to meet you Bill." Micky said, shaking Bill's hand and wincing as his hand was crushed by Bill's grip.
"This is my mother, Eunice." Bill said, indicating the woman next to him.
"Pleased to meet you too, ma'am." Peter said, shaking her hand and wincing as Eunice also had a mighty strong grip.
"Please to meet you too, young man." Eunice said.
"I'm Mike Nesmith," Mike said, "This is Micky Dolenz, Peter Tork and Davy Jones."
"Pleased to meet all of you." Bill said.
"So you're a hunter?" Davy asked Bill, "What do you hunt?"
"Oh, anything that comes into the sight of my Elephant gun." Bill said with a laugh.
"I always come along with him in case of accidents." Bill's mom said with pride.
"Yes, Mom's been with me all over the world." Bill continued. "We've decided to settle here for awhile to rest while we decide what to hunt next."
Just then, Babbit came over to the group.
"Oh hello, I'm glad you're here." He said to Bill and Eunice. "When you two have settled in, come over to my house. I have a problem that is in your area of expertise."
"We're hunters, not exterminators, Mr. Babbit." Bill said with a smile.
"Oh no, this is much larger." Babbit said quickly, "There's been a werewolf prowling the area over the last couple of days. Perhaps you two could help."
Bill and Eunice looked at each other and then at Babbit.
"Sure, we'd be glad to help out..." He looked over at Micky, who was looking a little pale. "You ok, Micky?" He asked.
"Oh, I'm fine, Bill...just fine." Micky said.


To Be Continued...

Uh oh...

Great going, Laura!

Let's see now...

As Bill and his Mom checked out their equipment and set traps for the 'werewolf', they talked quietly between themselves.
"This was a great idea, Mom, hiding out here near the ocean." Bill said, "Nobody will think to look for us here."
"Yeah, but tellin' everybody your name and what we do for a livin' could give us away." Eunice answered. "We gotta lie low with all this elephant Ivory and Tiger skins until we can meet with our buyers." She pointed to the army truck which held all the illegal items.
"Don't worry, Mom." Bill said with a smile. "I didn't get my reputation as the world's best poacher by being stupid."
"I'll still feel better when we unload all that stuff." Eunice said as she set the final trap. "Are you done with your stuff?"
"Yeah, all done." Bill answered. "Now to start searching for this werewolf, if it even exists. I'll bet its skin will bring in quite a few bucks."

Watching all this from next door was Micky, who was more than a little nervous about a hunter looking for his werewolf. He jumped a foot in the air when Peter tapped him on the shoulder.
"Don't do that!" Micky exclaimed.
"Still watching those hunters, huh?" Peter smiled, "As long as you don't put on that costume you'll be safe."
"Yeah, but I gotta wear it for the gig tomorrow night." Micky replied.
"Put it on at the club." Davy said, walking over to them, "That way, you won't get shot." He smiled.
"Or get caught in a trap or put in a cage." Mike put in, a big smile on his face too. The others were enjoying Micky squirm a bit seeing the hunters looking for him. They hoped he was learning a lesson on how to behave.

Later that evening, after another rehearsal for the gig, the Monkees decided to go to sleep.
"I think you better stay in tonight, Micky." Davy said with a knowing smile.
"Yeah, Bungalow Bill and his Mom could be out there looking for curly-haired drummers." Mike put in.
"Very funny." Micky pouted as the others laughed. "I was just having some fun."
"But at the expense of other people." Peter said.
"You three go ahead, I'll make sure everything is locked up." Mike said, taking his guitar off his neck.
The other three Monkees agreed and said goodnight to each other. Mike began to walk around the living room, making sure everything was locked.
He went over to the front door and checked to make sure it was locked. Satisfied that it was, he was about to shut off the light when he noticed some sand on the floor near the cupboard next to the door. Frowning, he opened the cupboard door to see sand all over the cupboard floor, sand that had fallen off of Micky's werewolf costume. Some of the sand had also gotten onto his cowboy costume.
"Micky." Mike growled under his breath as he pulled the werewolf costume out of the cupboard. It was covered in sand from Micky's romp on the beach the night before.
Letting out an angry sigh, Mike took the werewolf costume over to the front door, opened it and began to shake the sand out of the costume.
Unknown to Mike, Bill and Eunice were still up, talking about their fruitless search for the werewolf.
"That Babbit must have sand in his head, thinking there's a werewolf out here in Malibu." Eunice growled.
"Now Mom, you've been on enough hunts to know that it takes time to stalk and find a quarry." Bill said, oiling his gun.
"Yeah, but there's not a trace of it." Eunice argued. "No tracks, fur, spoor or anything giving us a clue."
"We'll search again tomorrow, Mom." Bill said, putting his gun away. "Could you turn out the light?"
Eunice went over to the door to turn out the light, when she noticed something over at the Monkees' pad.
"Hey Bill, come look at this." She said.
Bill walked over to where his Mom was looking.
"What is it?" He asked.
"It's one of those boys that live next door." Eunice said, "He looks kinda odd."
From a distance, and in the dark, it was hard to see exactly what Mike was doing, but the two could see Mike's face-and his body was that of a werewolf!
What Bill and Eunice didn't know was that Mike was simply holding up Micky's werewolf costume up to his chin to better shake the sand out of it. From a distance, it looked like Mike was wearing the costume!
"It's that Nesmith guy." Bill said, "He's got the body of a werewolf!"
"He must be one of those creatures that turn into a wolf during a full moon!" Eunice exclaimed. "Get him!"
But before they could do anything, Mike went back into the house.
"We'll get him tomorrow night." Bill said, fingering his gun.
"Let's try and get him alive, "Eunice said, "He'll be worth more."


To Be continued....


So Mike's gonna get captured, huh?

That's ok, Laura! I just figured out the next part!


The next morning, after breakfast, Mike confronted Micky about the sand on his costume.
"There's sand all over the closet and on our costumes as well!" Mike said, showing the closet to Micky.
"I'm sorry, Mike." Micky said, "I'll start cleaning them off."
"You gotta get them clean by tonight for the gig." Mike said, walking off, "I don't want to be itching while I'm playing."
Micky started to take the costumes out of the closet one at a time and took them out to the back porch to shake the sand out of them. He started with Mike's cowboy costume and stood out by the steps to shake the sand out of it. As he was doing that, he noticed Bill and his Mom watching him from the back porch of their house.
Micky waved to them and they gave a little wave back. Shrugging his shoulders, Micky proceeded to clean off Mike's costume.

"That's not him." Eunice said to her son.
"No, Nesmith might be sleeping." Bill said, "Those werewolves only come out at night. We'll wait until then. Right now, let's check our stuff over one more time."
With that, the two went back into their house.

When Micky was done with Mike's costume, he showed it to Mike.
"There, it's all clean." Micky said.
"Good, you might as well put it on my bed since I'll be using it tonight."
"Ok, Mike." Micky said and put Mike's costume in his bedroom
When Micky came down, the others wanted to rehease some more, so Micky put off cleaning the other costumes.
Later on, Micky finally was able to clean Peter and Davy's costumes and clean the closet, but it was getting dark and Micky hadn't cleaned his own costume yet.
"Yow, I gotta clean my costume off!" Micky exclaimed, running over to the closet. He picked up his werewolf costume and took it outside.
"C'mon, Peter." Davy said, "Let's get ready for the gig."
Peter followed Davy into their bedroom while Mike watched Micky frantically brushing off his costume on the back porch. It didn't look like he was making much progress and they had to leave soon. Mike walked out onto the back porch.
"Can I help somehow?" Mike asked. "We don't have much time."
"Hold this while I get the brush." Micky said quickly, handing the costume to him. "If you hold it up, I can brush the sand off it quicker."
"I'll put it on." Mike said, "That way, it'll be easier for you to brush the sand off."
"Ok, Mike. Thanks!" Micky said as he rushed inside.
Mike pulled the furry top over his head and pulled the furry pants on. Since Mike and Micky were about the same height, the costume was a near-perfect fit.

Just at that moment, Bill and Eunice came out on their own porch and saw Mike wearing the costume.
"There he is!" Bill whispered as he and his Mom crouched down so Mike wouldn't see them. He took the safety off his Elephant gun.
"I got the net and rope." Eunice whispered back.
"Let's go." Bill whispered back and the two silently left their porch.
Mike was waiting for Micky to come back when he heard what sounded like a cat meowing near the bottom of the steps.
"What's a cat doing out here?" He thought to himself.
Mike walked down the steps and onto the sand...when a net came from out of the sand, knocking him down, and wrapping him up tight!
"Hey, what's going on?" Mike demanded, "Let me go!"
"Thought you could hide from us, eh, werewolf?" Bill said, coming from underneath the porch. He was pointing his gun at Mike's chest. "Pretending to be human by day."
"Werewolf?" Mike asked, "I'm not a werewolf, this is a..."
"That's enough." Eunice growled wrapping the rope around Mike. "You're coming with us."
Bill and Eunice grabbed one end of the net and dragged Mike back to their house. Once there, they put Mike in a cage in the basement and tried to figure out what to do next.

Meanwhile, Micky came back outside and looked for Mike.
"Mike? I found the brush. Davy had it and...Mike?" He asked. "Mike? Where are you?"
Mike was nowhere to be found.


To Be continued....


Ok, Laura (or whomever) do your stuff!

Good going, Laura!


Here's some more!


The three Monkees began to search the beach behind the pad. It didn't take long for them to notice the large groove in the sand.
"Hey, look at this!" Peter exclaimed. Micky and Davy joined him.
"Looks like something heavy was dragged from our pad." Davy said.
"And it's leading next door." Micky finished, pointing over to Bill and Eunice's house.
"If we follow this trail I think it will lead us to Mike." Davy said quietly.
The other two agreed and followed the trail of disturbed sand over to the house next door. The trail stopped at the steps of the back porch. Micky wanted to go up the steps, but Davy stopped him.
"Wait, Micky. Let's take a look in the basement." He said, "If they have Mike, they might have him there."
The other two agreed and followed Davy over to a basement window. The window was dirty, but they could still see inside. In the dim light, they could make out a cage-and Mike sitting inside of it! A further look around showed Bill and Eunice looking over their prize.
"There he is!" Peter exclaimed.
"Shh! Not so loud." Micky whispered, "Bill and Eunice are in the basement too."

In the basement, Mike was trying to remove his werewolf costume, but the zipper was stuck!
"For the last time, I'm not a werewolf!" Mike shouted at his captors.
"Then how come you can't take your costume off?" Eunice sneered. She turned to her son. "Let's go call some of our customers and see what they'll pay for a werewolf."
"Yeah, or at least for his skin." Bill smiled as he followed his Mom out of the basement.

"We gotta get Mike outta there." Peter whispered.
"How? I have the feeling that's a real gun Bill's carrying." Davy whispered back.
Micky began to get an idea. It was his fault Mike was in trouble, so he had to think of a plan.
"I got an idea, but it's going to rely on you, Peter." Micky said.
"What do you want me to do?" Peter asked.

"Yeah, it's the real thing, Mr. Smith." Bill said into the phone, "Half-man, half werewolf. No, it's not a Halloween joke, sir."
"GROWL!"
"Did you hear that?" Eunice asked her son.
"Hear what, Mom? I'm busy." Bill said.
"GROOWWLL!!"
"Sounds like a Lion!" Eunice exclaimed.
"I'll call you right back, Mr. Smith." Bill said, hanging up the phone. He picked up his gun. "Let's see what it is."
Bill and his Mom rushed out to the back to see a Lion growling and prowling back and forth on the beach behind their house!
"A Lion!" Eunice cried, "Shoot it!"
Bill raised his gun, but the Lion suddenly took off down the beach. The hunters quickly chased after it.
When the two had gone, Micky and Davy quickly went into the house, and down into the basement. They found Mike trying to open the lock on the cage.
"Mike, are you alright?" Micky asked.
"Yeah, no thanks to you, Micky." Mike said angrily, "If you hadn't acted like a werewolf in the first place, I wouldn't be in this mess!"
"I'm sorry, Mike. I had no idea this would happen." Micky said sincerely.
"Let's talk about this later." Davy said, "Peter won't be able to distract them for very long. Do you know where the key is?" He asked Mike.
Mike shook his head. "Bill had it in his pocket when he left here."
Micky and Davy began to look for something to open the cage. Mike spoke again.
"Did you two know Bill and Eunice are poachers?"
"I thought they were just hunters." Micky said.
"No, I overheard them talking about selling all that Elephant Ivory and Tiger skins in their truck." He looked down. "They want to sell me, too."
"We won't let them, Mike." Davy said, "We'll get you out somehow." Suddenly, he had an idea. He pulled out the guitar pick Peter had picked up of the beach. "I might be able to use this as a pick!"
"A pick as a pick!" Mike smiled.
Davy inserted the pick into the lock...and a few seconds later the lock sprang open! Mike quickly jumped out.
"C'mon, we gotta help Peter out, before Bill shoots him!" Micky exclaimed.
Micky picked up a flashlight and the three Monkees quickly left Bill and Eunice's house and ran onto the beach, but in the darkness, they couldn't see Peter at all. Micky shown his light around.
"Here's some footprints!" He said, let's follow!"
So the three Monkees followed the prints and hoped they weren't too late.


To Be Continued...

Sorry for the delay everybody, but I've been busy with my new site!
Laura, if you don't mind, I'll finish this story off! Thank you very much for your help!


The three Monkees ran down the beach, following the footprints. Soon enough, they heard noises up ahead.
"That must be them!" Micky gasped.
"No shots have been fired yet, so that's good." Davy huffed back.

A little distance ahead of the Monkees, Bill and Eunice were gaining on the 'Lion'. Bill stopped and aimed his gun at the fleeing figure, but his Mom batted the gun down.
"Don't shoot yet!" Eunice shouted, "You'll attract attention to us and you might miss!"
"I never miss Mom." Bill snapped back, "But alright."
The two poachers took up the chase again and found the 'Lion' climbing some rocks.
"Never knew Lions could climb." Bill remarked.
"Well, this one can." Eunice replied.
"Let's get up after it." Bill said.
The two began to climb the rocks after their quarry, but only got half-way up when a familar voice called down to them.
"Hey, Bungalow Bill!" Mike shouted up to them, "What did you kill, Bungalow Bill?" Mike was still wearing his werewolf costume.
"How did you get free?" Bill shouted down to him.
"Oh, us werewolves have secret powers." Mike said with a sly smile.
"I'll get him, you get the Lion." Eunice told her son as she began to climb down the rocks again.
"You armed?" Bill asked.
"Always." His Mom replied, pulling a Bowie knife out of her pocket. Seconds later she was standing before Mike, holding her knife out in front of her. Micky and Davy were nowhere to be found.
"Hi, Eunice, nice night isn't it?" Mike smiled.
"I don't know how you got loose, werewolf, but you won't be in any condition to escape when I'm through with you." Eunice said advancing on him.
"You want my skin intact, don't you? Mike asked, backing away slowly.
"Of course." Eunice stated.
"Alright, here's my skin." Mike said as he unzipped his costume (glad he finally got the zipper to work) and pulled it off. A second later he had pulled the pants off as well.
Eunice stood their in total shock, her mouth hanging wide open.
"What's going on?" She demanded.
"You wanted my skin, didn't you?" Mike asked, a big smile on his face, "Here it is." He held it out to her.
"But...but that's a costume!" Eunice said slowly.
"Right, a werewolf costume." Mike said, "We all rented Halloween costumes for tonight."
"You're not a werewolf?" Eunice asked in a small voice.
"Nope, just a Texan who doesn't like being trapped in a net and put in a cage!" He shouted at her, getting angry. He started to advance on Eunice. "You and your son will be in cages soon once we tell the police what you did."
Mike swung his costume, knocking the knife out of Eunice's hand and he began to chase her around the rocks.

Meanwhile, Bill was closing in on Peter. They were only a few feet from the top and there would be no place else to go.
"I got you now, Lion." Bill snarled.
Peter climbed the last rock on the pile. Looking around, he realized he was trapped. A few seconds later, Bill was at the top of the rocks too. Without a word, Bill pointed his gun at Peter.
"Wait, I'm not a Lion, I'm human!" Peter shouted.
"What?" Bill shouted back.
"I'm Peter." Peter said as he pulled his mask off, "I was just playing a Halloween joke on you and your Mom."
"Liar! You distracted us so your buddies could free your werewolf friend!" Bill shouted, "We saw him at the bottom of the rock pile, but my Mom's gonna take care of him." He raised his gun again, "Just like I'm gonna care of you."
But before Bill could fire his gun, a bright light shone in his face! It was Micky, shining his flashlight in Bill's face, blinding him. Micky and Davy had come up the other side of the rock pile to surprise Bill.
"AHH!" Bill screamed at the sudden brightness. Just as Micky had hoped, Bill dropped his gun to cover his eyes from the glare.
"Let's go, Peter!" Davy shouted, pulling Peter down the other side of the rocks. Peter followed Davy and Micky back down the rocks.
On the top of the rocks, Bill felt around for his gun. He had spots in front of his eyes from the light, but his vision was quickly clearing. With a grunt, he found his gun and began to follow the three Monkees down the rocks.

Meanwhile, down below all this, Mike was still chasing Eunice around the rocks.
"Bill! Bill! Help!" Eunice shouted.
Bill heard his Mom cry for help. "I'm coming Mom!" He shouted and quickened his climb down the rocks.
Micky, Peter and Davy saw Mike chasing Eunice and with a nod to each other, waited until she was underneath them, then jumped on her! She was quickly held down by the four Monkees.
"Gotcha, you bad poacher, you." Peter said. Then suddenly, the click of a gun was heard.
"I think you four better let go of my Mom." Bill said quietly.
The Monkees looked up to see Bill standing there, his gun aimed right at them. Slowly, the guys stood up and raised their hands. Eunice got up and brushed the sand off her dress.
"That Nesmith's not a werewolf." Eunice said angrily.
"Turns out our Lion was another one of these boys." Bill replied. "Seems like we were made fools of."
"The two of you made yourselves into fools." Mike said, "I told you I wasn't a werewolf, but all you were interested in was trying to sell my skin. Just like you're going to sell the skins of all those Tigers."
Bill and Eunice looked at each other, then back at the Monkees.
"Well, it seems you boys know too much." Bill said with an evil smile, "We can't let you spoil our operation, just when we're about to make a fortune." Bill raised his gun again.
"Let's go back to our house where we'll decide what to do with you four."


To Be Concluded...

Thank you, sweetie!

One more chapter...


Bill and Eunice marched the Monkees over toward their house. Bill had his gun on them, while Eunice held the flashlight and kept her Bowie knife ready.
"You won't get away with this." Davy said.
"Shut up kid," Bill growled, "Before I..."
Suddenly loud barking was heard and it sounded close by. Bill poked Mike in the back with his gun.
"Stop your barking." Bill growled, "It ain't gonna help you."
"I wasn't barking." Mike snapped back.
The barking was heard again and the sound of something running on the sand reached everyones' ears.
"What's that?" Eunice asked.
"Sounds like its coming toward us." Bill answered.
Suddenly, out of the darkness, a great big dog charged at them! The Monkees dove out of the way, and the dog jumped on Bill, knocked him down and began to lick his face!
"AH! Get off me, you mutt!" Bill shouted, trying to push the dog away.
Davy took the opportunity to grab a handful of sand and throw it in Eunice's face. She screamed and dropped her knife and flashlight.
"Let's go!" Micky shouted to his friends.
The Monkees charged down the sand and soon came upon another figure with a flashlight. The guys stopped when they recognized their neighbor Mrs. Prudy.
"Oh, boys!" Mrs. Prudy said, looking upset, "Have you seen Buster? He's a Great Dane and he got loose from me." She held up an empty leash.
"He's down there, Mrs. Prudy," Peter exclaimed, pointing "And he just saved our lives!"
"What do you mean?" Mrs. Prudy asked, puzzled.
Suddenly, the forms of Bill and his Mom materialized on the edge of Mrs. Prudy's light. Buster was bringing up the rear.
"No time to explain, C'mon!" Mike shouted. With that, he picked up Mrs. Prudy and slung her over his shoulder.
"Michael, put me down!" Mrs. Prudy said indignantly.
But Mike ignored her as he and his bandmates charged back over to their pad.
As they ran, a shot rang out and Mrs. Prudy screamed.
"What's going on?" She cried.
"We'll explain in the car." Mike replied.
Climbing between the houses, the Monkees ran over to their car in the driveway. Fortunately, thier instruments were already inside. The piled into the car with Mrs. Prudy and Micky started the car and roared out of the driveway just as Bill and Eunice got up to the pad. Buster kept on running and followed the Monkeemobile. Bill brought his gun up, then put it down.
"Let's get in the truck." Bill growled.
"You're right, we can be far away from here before the police come." Eunice replied.
"No, we're going after those boys." Bill replied, climbing into the driver's seat, "Nobody makes a fool of Bungalow Bill."
"But Bill..." Eunice began to protest.
"Get in, Mom!" Bill shouted, "Or I'm leaving you behind!"
With a glare at her son, Eunice got into the seat next to him as Bill started the truck and went after the Monkees.

Davy looked behind him and noticed Buster chasing after them.
"Micky, stop! Buster's behind us!" He shouted.
Micky jammed on the brakes and Davy opened the back door. Buster jumped in and immediately Micky floored the gas once again. Mrs. Prudy was glad to see Buster again.
"Oh, you bad dog!" She said, putting the leash on his collar, "My sister would've been so mad if you had run away."
"No, Buster's a good dog, Mrs. Prudy." Mike said, "He saved us from Bill and Eunice."
"The new neighbors?" Mrs. Prudy asked.
"They're really poachers who have illegally killed a lot of animals." Mike said, then told her how he had been captured by them and his escape.
But before Mrs. Prudy could say anything, a set of headlights flashed behind them.
It required no guesswork to know the poachers were chasing them.