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Larrysgirl	You say you want a revolution? (fanfic)	Lead	[-]
Posts: 1316 (08/25/05 1:17 AM) fanfic girl night owl Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Ignore User's Posts	Ok, so I got the title from a Beatle song, sue me. Our heroes are once again taken back into American history, this time they have to help an impoverished George Washington find the money to pay his troops during the American Revolution. Of course, Laura, Courtney or anyone else can lend a hand in helping me! Micky, Mike, Peter and Davy slowly walked along the halls of the American History Museum in LA. It was a rainy day, and with nothing else to do, they decided to visit the museum. Coming up to a large room, Mike read the sign. "Special exhibit," He read, "For one week only, the American Revolution." "Personal and rare artifacts from our founding fathers." Micky continued, then yawned. "How exciting." "Might as well have a look. Better than being at the pad hiding from Babbit." Davy said. So the Monkees went inside the room. The rain began to pick up and they could hear the lightning and thunder from where they were. The exhibits consisted of clothes, books and papers from Jefferson, Madison, Washington and of course Ben Franklin. As they looked around, Peter noticed a strange object in the corner. He walked over to it, unnoticed by the other three. Peter stared at metal structure. It looked like a grandfather clock surrounded by large brass hula-hoops. He reached out to touch one of the hoops. "Peter, don't touch that!" Micky exclaimed as he and the other two walked over to him. "We're not allowed to touch any of the exhibits!" "I just wanted to see what it was." Peter said sheepishly. Davy pointed to a sign just below the clock. "This is Ben Franklin's time clock." He said, "Franklin was always experimenting and it seems he even tried his hand in time travel." "Wow, imagine if he had succeeded." Mike marveled, "The world would be a different place." "It sure would." Another voice said behind them. The Monkees jumped in shock. "Ahh!" The turned to see one of the guards standing behind them. "I'm sorry I scared you," The middle-aged man said, "But scientists and researchers have been trying for many years to get it to work, or figure out what Franklin had in mind when he made this machine." "Didn't he leave any notes?" Mike asked. The gaurd shook his head. "Not a one. He never mentioned it in any of his journals or letters. In fact, nobody knew there was anything special about the clock until someone had opened the clock up and saw more than just the usual gears and springs. "Perhaps it's just an ordinary clock and he added those hoops on for fun." Peter said. The others just shook their heads. Outside, thunder and lightning crashed. "Well, I gotta do my rounds." The guard said, "Just remember, don't touch the exhibits." "We won't." Davy promised. The gaurd walked away and Micky, Mike and Davy started to walk away too, but Peter remained rooted in place. "C'mon, Peter." Mike said, "There's more stuff to see." But Peter kept looking at the clock. The others joined him once again. "What is it, Peter?" Micky asked. "It's such a beautiful object." Peter whispered, "Too bad it doesn't work." Suddenly, there was a crash of thunder and lightning and the lights went out in the museum. "Hey, who turned on the dark?" Davy asked. The lights slowly began to come on. A bolt of lightning then hit the museum and arced through the wiring, a spark hitting Franklin's time machine. The clock began to chime. "Wow, it's working!" Micky exclaimed, pointing. The clock continued to chime and hum and the rings began to glow as well. "Something's happening to the clock!" Mike exclaimed. Impulsively, Peter reached for one of the rings... "NO Peter!" The others yelled, reaching for him, but they were too late. Peter touched a ring, just as the others touched him and they all felt a shock and a bright light. It felt like they were falling and suddenly, the Monkees found themselves on the ground. "Whoa, what happened?" Mike asked, slowly getting up. The others got up too...and looked around in shock. They were no longer in the museum. They were standing on a street corner. A horse and carriage passed them by, the occupants giving them a strange look. "Where are we?" Peter whispered. "Why were those people in that carriage wearing such old clothes?" Other people wearing old-type clothes passed them by in the street, giving them odd looks too. "We better move away from here." Davy said. They went down the block a bit and noticed a large building in front of them. Peter tapped his bandmates on the shoulder. "I recognize that building!" He said, "It's Independence Hall!" "Independence Hall?" Micky echoed. "But that's in...Philadelphia!" "Where Ben Franklin lived." Mike said slowly, looking around. "I think Mr. Franklin's time machine works quite well, don't you fellas think?" To Be Continued.... Lisa, the other Glick Chick! The Glick Chick's Monkees' Lair!
Marmadas	Re: You say you want a revolution? (fanfic)	#1	[-]
Posts: 418 (08/25/05 9:31 AM) Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Ignore User's Posts	Oooh!! let me have a go at it! "Not only time machine," Davy pointed out, "But it also transported us through space. It's a teletimeport machine!" "Hmph..." Micky seemed a bit put out, "funny how he could get a time machine and teleporter both to work in one machine way back from the 1700s, but I can't even invent a machine to clean our pad." "So," Peter changed the subject back to their surroundings, using his best college professer voice, "according to the dress and transportation methods, the way the streets are paved, the buildings and such, I would say we've been transported to colonial America, around the time of the Revolution." "That's when we gave you this little Island!" Davy said in his most proper English accent, "my favourite fight." "Well, what are we supposed to do?" Micky asked. "We have no means of getting back as of right now," Mike reasoned athoritatively, "so I suggest we find us some proper clothes and enjoy it while it lasts!" "I just hope we get back by tonight," Davy said, "Lorelei and I have tickets to the Herman's Hermits concert and I don't want to miss that." "Oh, who cares about a silly concert when we're in the middle of eighteenth century Philidelphia!!" Peter glowed. History being his favourite subject he was ecstatic. "I agree with Mike, though. First thing we've got to get out of these 1960s clothes before we become the laughing stock of the town!" "There's a clothes shop over there," Micky pointed down the street, "Perhaps we can find something to fit us." The Monkees entered the clothes shop and soon put together some classic colonial outfits. When they went up to pay for them, however, the clerk looked at their money suspiciously. "What do you take me for?" He asked gruffly, "coming in here trying to pay with fake money!" "Fake money?" Micky was taken aback, "Sir, this is official US legal tender!" "Yeah," the clerk insisted, "and this isn't Yewess, or wherever you're from, so take your legal tender and get out of my shop." Outside, the Monkees assesed the situation. "We're gonna have to find a way to get money, or clothes, or something. I guess 1960's money isn't around yet." Mike said, and the others chuckled at the fact that they hadn't thought of that before. heehee!! Do ya like it? I haven't done fanfic for a while, it feels good to be back! Marmadas The world is quiet here. Visit my Corner of Randomness!!
All the names I tried were taken	Re: You say you want a revolution? (fanfic)	#2	[-]
Posts: 10712 (08/25/05 9:46 AM) Petey the chameleon Mistress of Disguise Petey-Claus Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Ignore User's Posts	Well, I haven't jumped in on anything for awhile, so I'll give it a shot. "Think anyone around here has heard of busking?" Peter asked, pulling a harmonica out of his pocket. "Worth a shot," Mike replied. The guys reached a street corner and Peter began to play, Mike laid his wool hat on the cobblestones in front of Peter. Passerbys were amazed by the sound. A few chipped pennies into Mike's hat. An hour or so later, Peter took a quick break to check what his playing had earned. "Fourteen pennies..." he mumbled. "It'll take forever to make enough money for anything." "Pennies are worth a lot more now than they are in the 60's, Pete," Micky reminded him. "We don't have to be high class, anyway.... we could never afford that at any time... we'll find a cheap clothing store, once we've earned a little more, and see what we can manage," Davy encouraged. "Want to rest for a bit, Pete?" Mike offered. "I'll play if you want." Peter sleepily handed his harmonica to Mike, who began to play some old country tunes. He was in the middle of a rendition of "Home on the Range" when he saw a cop coming down the street. "Guys," he rested the harmonica. "I don't know if they have laws against this here... but just in case, we'd better split!" -
Mickys411	You say you want a revolution> (fanfic)	#3	[-]
Posts: 2229 (08/25/05 8:58 PM) Time Girl Fanfic, She Wrote Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Ignore User's Posts	Great job guys Let me give a try... It was too late, for then the guys saw a boy about ten appoarched them. The boy looked at the harmonica and the wool hat full of coins. He then shouted to the policeman who was walking upwards. "Officer Abe, these men are pan handling!" shouted the boy. The policeman than began to down the street. "Let's split!" The Monkees shouted together. And with that, they took off. "Which way did they went Toby?" the police officer asked the boy. "That way officer Abe," said Toby, pointing down the road. "Thanks son." "Man, I can't believe that kid squealed on us," said Davy. "Never mind, we gotta find a place to hide," said Mike. "Where though?" asked Peter. "In there," said Micky, pointing to an open door. The guys rushed to the door, went through it, and slammed it shut. Behind the door, the Monkees breathed a sigh of relife. Just then, the guys hearded something that sounded like woman giggling. They turned to see that there were several young women in the room. "Where are we?" Peter asked. "I think this must be a washing room, where the clothes were clean," Mike answered. "You know, I don't mind hiding out here for awhile," said Davy. "Hey Roemo, this isn't the time or place," said Micky. How's that y'all Mickys411 Laura the glick grobanite
Larrysgirl	Re: You say you want a revolution? (fanfic)	#4	[-]
Posts: 1316 (08/26/05 1:19 AM) fanfic girl night owl Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Ignore User's Posts	A big thank you to Marm, Petey and Laura! Here we go... "Oh, hello, ladies." Mike said, removing his wool hat, "Fine day today." "Yes it is, sir." One of the ladies said, looking at his clothes. "Where be ye gentlemen from?" "I'm from Tex.." Mike started to say before Peter stepped on his foot. "My name is Peter and I'm from Connecticut." Peter said quickly, "These are my friends, Micky, Mike and Davy." "I'm from Manchester England." Davy said with a dimpled smile, but surprisingly the girls in the room frowned. "You are a royalist, then?" Another girl asked. "No, we are patriots." Peter put in quickly. "We were traveling here to Philadelphia when we were ambused by theives who took our clothes." "Ah, so that explains the strange garb." Another woman replied, whose name was Faith. "Yeah, we had to grab whatever we can to wear." Micky added, "And to survive we had to panhandle." "Now we were being chased by a police officer when we saw this open door." Mike finished. "Aye, panhandling is not permitted in this city." The first girl said, "Good thing you were not caught, the penalty is ten lashes." The Monkees gulped at that. Crime was handled much more severely in this time, it seemed. "Yes, that's English justice for you." The second girl said with contempt. "Good thing now we're getting away from that tyranny." "Hush, Charity," Faith said quietly, "We do not know these gentlemen." "Don't worry, we won't tell anyone." Davy said with a smile, "We believe in speaking our minds as well." Suddenly, there was a pounding at the door. "Open up in the name of the law!" A man shouted. "It's that policeman!" Peter said nervously. "Quick, hide in here!" A girl said. The Monkees dived into a pile of dirty laundry and covered themselves with it. The girl named Charity opened the door. "Hello, officer Abe and Toby." Charity said, "How may I help you?" "Hello, miss Charity." Officer Abe said, removing his hat, "Did you see four strangely-clothed men run past this way?" "They were panhandling and playing strange music." Toby put in. "No, nobody like that has been by here." Charity replied, then looked at the young boy, "Helping out the police again, little brother?" "They could be royalist spies, Charity!" Toby said indignantly. "Keep your voice down, lad." Officer Abe told the boy, "There could be real spies around here." "I do not think spies would wear strange clothes to attract attention to themselves." Charity said with a smile. "But we will let you know if we see something suspicious." "Very well, miss." Officer Abe replied, "Sorry to take you from your duties." "No bother, Officer Abe." Charity smiled, then looked at her brother, "And Toby, be on time for dinner tonight." Toby nodded reluctantly. "I will." With a nod, Officer Abe and Toby left and Charity shut the door. She walked over to the pile of laundry where the Monkees were hiding. "You can come out now, they are gone." She said. The Monkees quickly climbed out from underneath the laundry pile. "Whew, why couldn't we have hidden in the clean laundry?" Mike asked, holding his nose. "Thank you for hiding us." Micky said to Charity and the other girls in the room. "You are welcome." Charity replied, "Officer Abe and my brother are good people, and like us, have no love for the British crown." "Well, we better leave before we do get you ladies in trouble." Peter said. "You cannot go out like that." Faith said, "We have a few spare clothes that you could wear. The owner of this house will not miss them." "Thank you very much." Mike said. Faith led them over to a pile of discarded clothing. The guys quickly found clothes in their sizes and went into another room to change. Peter took the opportunity to talk to his band mates. "Listen, we are in a completely different time and place from what we're used to." He said, "We have to remember that a lot of what we know didn't exist yet, like the money we tried to use earlier," Peter shot a look at Mike, "Or the state of Texas." "Yeah thanks, Peter." Mike said sheepishly. "Also, like I said before, we're in the time of the American Revolution." Peter continued, "England right now is the enemy, so Davy, be careful what you say or do or you could land yourself and us in big trouble." "I will, Peter." Davy said solomnly. "Thanks for the warning." Soon they were dressed in mid-eighteenth century clothes; knee-length breeches, long-sleeve shirts and coats and tri-corn hats. They weren't fancy, but at least now nobody would stare at them on the street. After they were done, they came back into the laundry room. The girls, especially Hope and Charity, looked at them with approval. "You now look like gentlemen." Charity said. "What do we do now?" Davy asked. "What were you going to do in the city?" Faith asked. The Monkees looked at each other for several seconds. What were they going to say? "We were hoping to talk to Mr. Benjamin Franklin." Mike said finally, "We're amatuer scientists ourselves and we would like to meet a distinquished scientist like Mr. Franklin himself." "Yes, he is quite a man." Charity said, "And you've come to the right place. This is the basement of Mr. Franklin's home, but unfortunately, he isn't here right now." "The way things are right now, it isn't good for Mr. Franklin to be seen in public." Faith added. The Monkees nodded in understanding, still they hoped they could see Mr. Franklin so they could find his teletimeport machine and get back home. "Thank you ladies very much for your help." Micky said as he and the others went to the door. "We'll go to the front door and see what happens." "Good luck to you gentlemen." Faith said. But before the Monkees could leave, there was another knock on the door, but this time in a pattern. "Oh no." Mike whispered. Charity knocked back a few times, then opened the door. A few cloaked figures quickly left the carriage outside and went inside and past the Monkees. "I wonder what that's all about?" Davy asked. "Did you see who that was?" Mike asked, "That looked like George Washington, Thomas Jefferson and Ben Franklin." To Be Continued.... Hmmm...I wonder what these gentlemen have to say to each other? Is it about the war? Money? Find out soon! Lisa, the other Glick Chick! The Glick Chick's Monkees' Lair!
Marmadas	Re: You say you want a revolution? (fanfic)	#5	[-]
Posts: 418 (08/26/05 9:12 AM) Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Ignore User's Posts	Oooh!! this is getting really, really good!!! Hey petey! It's nice to have you in on a story again!! I'm not gonna write right now.... let someone else take this part cuz I'm stumped! Great job, though, everyone!!! Marmadas The world is quiet here. Visit my Corner of Randomness!!
All the names I tried were taken	Re: You say you want a revolution? (fanfic)	#6	[-]
Posts: 10712 (08/26/05 9:19 AM) Petey the chameleon Mistress of Disguise Petey-Claus Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Ignore User's Posts	I'm more of a reader than a putter-inner, it appears. Looking good so far! -
tysonwolf	Re: You say you want a revolution? (fanfic)	#7	[-]
Posts: 4909 (08/26/05 8:43 PM) Queen of the Clones CoCo Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Ignore User's Posts	Great job everyone!
Larrysgirl	Re: You say you want a revolution? (fanfic)	#8	[-]
Posts: 1316 (08/27/05 1:28 AM) fanfic girl night owl Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Ignore User's Posts	Thanks, everyone! The Monkees looked at each other in awe at the thought of having such famous people walk right past them! Micky turned to Faith and Hope. "Was that...really?" He asked. "They are just ordinary gentlemen." Hope said, turning away to go back to the laundry. "Perhaps it is best you be on your way now." Faith said gently. The guys understood that the girls couldn't really tell them who those men were. They had probably seen too much as it is. "We will be going now, ladies." Davy said, "Thank you for helping us." "There is a tavern down the street if you need lodging." Hope smiled, "Please take care." "We will, and thank you once again." Mike said as he opened the door. With a bow of thanks, the Monkees left the laundry room and went back onto the street. "Well, at least we have proper clothes." Peter remarked. "That's a start." "And we know where Ben Franklin is." Micky said, "We have to see him so we can get back to our own time." "But how can we?" Mike asked, "He's no doubt a wanted man by the British so he won't let any strangers see him." "If we could at least get into his house again." Micky mused as they walked along the street. Suddenly, a carriage filled with furniture went past them and stopped at the front of Franklin's mansion. Several men got out and began to unload the furniture and take it inside the house. "I'm getting an idea..." Mike whispered to his friends. Inside Ben Franklin's mansion, a secret meeting was being held. Sitting around an oak table were Gen George Washington, Ben Franklin, Thomas Jefferson, Ethan Allen, Robert Morris, James Madison and many others. They were planning the next step in their fight against the British, but in this early stage, things weren't going well at all. "We seem to be getting enough recruits right now." Gen Washington, a tall man wearing an army uniform was saying, "But we do not have the means to equip them." "Feeding them has not been easy either." Madison added. "The British have taken over the warehouses and keeping the food for themselves." "Can we not buy food from sympathetic citizens?" Allen asked. "They will not accept the script we give them, because the British pay them in gold, and they charge a lot of money for what they do give us." Came Washington's reply. "We simply need more money." Morris said, "But our fledgling government lacks the means to raise taxes, and private investors are becoming less willing to lend us more money." Jefferson looked over at Benjamin Franklin. "Do you have any ideas, sir, on what we can do?" "I have been searching my brain for answers, Mr. Jefferson," Franklin replied, "But right now, I can only say we must hope for a miracle." Outside, the Monkees approached the men taking furniture into Franklin's mansion. "Excuse us, sir." Micky asked, "Do you need help?" "Aye, we can use a few more strong backs." A man answered, "We'll give you a few pennies to help us carry this stuff in." The Monkees quickly agreed and lifted up a cedar chest to take inside. It was heavy and they had to be careful not to drop it. "This house sure need a lot of furniture." Peter said to a man as he carried the chest into the house with his friends. "This furniture has just been repaired and varnished and we're returning it to the house." Another man said, "So we must be careful. Take it into that room." The Monkees obeyed, but then, Davy's hand slipped and he let go of his end of the chest. The others couldn't hold on and ended up dropping the chest. It landed with a bang. "I told you four to be careful!" The head man shouted, then stopped when he heard a groan. Mike opened the chest and found a man inside, holding his head. "What is this?" He asked, "What are you doing in that chest?" He pulled the man out of the chest and onto his feet. Suddenly, the man pulled out a pistol and aimed it at the man and the Monkees. "Stay back! You ruined my plans." He yelled at the Monkees. With that, he turned and ran out of the house. "What plans?" Davy asked. "He must've been planning on hiding in this house to spy for his British masters." The head man spat. "You four are heroes." "It was nothing." Mike replied. Just then, Ben Franklin came into the room. "What was all the commotion?" He asked. "These gentlemen stopped a spy from hiding in your house, Mr. Franklin." The head guy said, and quickly explained what had happened. "I am very grateful to you gentlemen for your service." Franklin said. "We're glad to help, Sir." Peter replied, still a little in awe of the man. "We needed to talk to you anyway." "Well, I'm in an important meeting right now, so perhaps if you waited in the parlor, I can talk to you later." "We'd be glad to, Mr. Franklin." Mike said. "Good, I'll tell the maid to bring you some refreshments." Franklin replied and walked away. The guys were happy to finally talk to Ben Franklin, and hoped he could help them get back to the 1960's, but little did they know they would be helping the great man out even more... To Be Continued.... Ok, anyone, the U. S of A needs money! Will it be a treasure of some sort? I need ideas! Lisa, the other Glick Chick! The Glick Chick's Monkees' Lair!
Marmadas	Re: You say you want a revolution? (fanfic)	#9	[-]
Posts: 418 (08/27/05 10:04 AM) Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Ignore User's Posts	Hmmmm... I might have a small idea... let's see how it progresses... The Monkees sat in the parlour and waited for Mr. Franklin to finish his meeting. After a bit, a maid came out with small sandwiches and a pot of coffee. "Um, ma'am," Davy asked politely, "Could I possibly get some tea with mine?" The woman was taken aback, then said quickly, "We don't buy tea since a few years back because of the high taxes. Did you not hear of the Boston tea party, sir?" "Oh, right. Coffee's fine, I guess." Davy accepted his glass, but didn't drink it, since he really didn't like coffee. About a half hour later, the Monkees heard footsteps of a few men coming down the hall, then descending the stairs to the basement, where they heard them exit through the laundry room. Momentarily, Ben Franklin entered the room. "I would like to commend you fellows on the work you accomplished saving my house from a British spy. Our whole plan could have been discovered if not for you! Now, what is it you wanted to see me about?" Mike shifted back and forth, feeling kind of awkward about the subject, so Micky stepped in, "We were wondering if you'd invented your time machine thing yet." Mr. Franklin started with surprise. He soon composed himself and replied, "How did you know I'm working on a time machine. I've told no one about this, nor written anything that someone might find. In fact, it looks merely like a fancied up clock. Now tell me how you know about it." "Well sir..." Mike began, but Peter butted in. "We're from the future." If the first statement had startled Ben Franklin, this upright shocked him. "The f-future?" he questioned. "But that's nearly impossible. I've been having my doubts about it and was just going to give up on my time machine. Time travel is virtually impossible! You must be lying." "But we're not!" Davy insisted, pulling his wallet from his pocket. "Here look, my driver's liscense has my birthday, December 30, 1945, this money has a date on it, too: 1964. And look: this one has General Washington's face on it. If I had $100 it would have your face on it! You must believe us!" Ben took the money and looked at Washington's picture. "By George..." he stammered, then looked at Davy's liscense. "But how did you get here?" he asked. "Through your time machine!" Peter said, enthusiastically. "But that's impossible. The reason time travel is completely unable to happen is that you could never get enough energy worked up to transport you through time and space. It would take hundreds of thousands of watts of electricity, which is impossible to create. How did you accomplish it?" Mike gave a quick narrative of their visit to the museum and all that happened with the time machine. Franklin listened, absolutely amazed that his inventions would be in a museum, and that they would actually work hundreds of years later. "...So," Mike ended, "can you get us back?" "Possibly." Franklin replied, "As far as I know, the time machine is in complete working order, except for the energy needed to start it up. From what I can tell, you will have to wait here until a great storm in order to get a lightning bolt to start it up. Further, there is no way of setting it to go to a certain time or place, so you'll just have to trust Providence to get you where you want to go. It's extremely risky, but it just might work." "Great!" Micky enthused, "but there's just one problem." "What's that?" asked Ben. "If we're to stay here for a while, we don't have anywhere to stay, or money to buy a hotel room." "Problem solved." Benjamin replied, "You will stay in my house. It's big enough, just be sure to stay out of the way when I'm conducting important business meetings, agreed?" "Agreed!" echoed the four Monkees. okay.... didn't get in everything, but maybe someone can take it from here.... Marmadas The world is quiet here. Visit my Corner of Randomness!!
Larrysgirl	Re: You say you want a revolution? (fanfic)	#10	[-]
Posts: 1316 (08/27/05 9:23 PM) fanfic girl night owl Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Ignore User's Posts	Marm, that was terrific! I can only write a little tonight, so let me see... "Thank you very much, Mr. Franklin. Is there any way we can help you?" Mike asked. Franklin shook his head. "No, boys, I doubt you could help me with my problems." "We want to make sure we become a free country." Peter said. "Well..." Franklin sighed, "The biggest problem is money. General Washington cannot pay our troops, and haven't paid them in months. They are threatening to desert and many of them have done so." "We know what its like not to have money." Davy said as the other three Monkees nodded in approval. "We've shown that Gen. Washington will be on the face of our money some day, so there must be a solution." Micky said. "True, but the British have an Empire behind them and can get money from England." Franklin said. "They can even afford to hire Hession troops from Germany to fight for them." "That's not good." Mike remarked, shaking his head. "Can you borrow some money?" Micky asked. "Yes, but we don't have much collatarel. Plus, our credit is stretching very thin." Franklin said, "Many merchants refuse to give us credit when the British pay in gold." "You're also considered rebels and they are afraid to help or they'll be in trouble too." Peter commented. "Exactly, young man." Franklin smiled, "You've summed it up quite well." The clock on the wall softly chimed. "I must be off again." He said, glancing at the time, "I have other meetings to attend to. Like I said, please stay out of the way so you are not caught up in our troubles. The British have tortured or hanged many friends of mine." "We're already somewhat involved now." Davy said quietly. Ben Franklin smiled and got up out of his seat, and the Monkees followed suit. "Please make yourselves at home." Franklin said, "I have a large library that you may look at." "Thank you sir." Peter replied with a bow. The other Monkees bowed too and ended up butting heads. Franklin chuckled and left the room. "What do we do now?" Micky asked. "Nothing else to do, we can't go out, so let's check out the library." Mike said. The Monkees went into the library and began to peruse the hundreds of volumes on the shelves. "Wow, I wonder if he's read all these." Davy wondered. "Probably did." Peter replied, "He was a very well read man." Mike randomly pulled a volume off the shelf and read the title. "The geology of South-Eastern Pennsylvania." He flipped through the pages which showed maps of the area and even charts of soil composition. Mike was about to put the book back when he noticed some markings in red ink around the area of Valley Forge. "What's this all about?" He wondered out loud. "What Mike?" Peter asked. "This map has a circle marking the mountains nearby." Mike said, holding it up, "It must mean something is there." "But what?" Davy mused. Mike flipped through the book further. It contained more charts showing the area and they were marked in red ink too. "It's a geology book showing what's in the ground." Micky said, "What's in the ground?" "Dirt." Peter said. "Or maybe minerals, bones, coal." "Let's ask Mr. Franklin when he gets back tonight." Mike said. Several hours later, Ben Franklin came home from his secret meetings. He was tired, but patiently listened to the Monkees and what they had found. Franklin took the book from Mike and looked at the charts. "This is an old map of potential gold mines." Franklin said quietly, "Many of the mines have been tapped out though." "Maybe not all of them." Peter said quickly, "Maybe we could use the gold from those mines to finance the revolution." Franklin sighed, "I suppose it is worth a look." He said, "General Washington is coming back tomorrow before he joins his troops at Valley Forge. Perhaps if he agrees, you can look for this mine." To Be Continued.... So, will Gen Washington let the guys go with him to Valley Forge? Wait and see! Lisa, the other Glick Chick! The Glick Chick's Monkees' Lair!
Marmadas	Re: You say you want a revolution? (fanfic)	#11	[-]
Posts: 418 (08/28/05 8:08 PM) Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Ignore User's Posts	BRILLIANT!!! this is turning out quite interestingly, huh?? can't write now, though, cuz I have an excedingly painful sinus infection, and can't think for anything... I think the gold mine can turn out pretty sweet, doncha think?? oh, and I could hardly resist putting in the part about the lightning being the only amount of energy strong enough... kinda stole it from back to the future, but owell... Marmadas The world is quiet here. Visit my Corner of Randomness!!
Larrysgirl	Re: You say you want a revolution? (fanfic)	#12	[-]
Posts: 1316 (08/29/05 1:21 AM) fanfic girl night owl Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Ignore User's Posts	I hope you're feeling better soon, Marm! Your electricity idea is swell! I got the idea for this fic from "National Treasure" with Nick Cage. Ok now... The Monkees were later shown to their bedrooms and becuase of the eventful day, they were soon fast asleep. Franklin, however, stayed up for awhile longer, pondering the maps the guys had shown him and hoping this would be the miracle the colonies needed. The next morning, the Monkees and Mr. Franklin ate a simple meal of bread, jam and coffee. They made small talk, but the Monkees were careful not to reveal too much of the future to their host. Anything they did, even the smallest thing, could alter history. A servant came over and whispered into Franklin's ear. He put his napkin down. "We have an honored guest." Franklin smiled as he stood up. Into the room strode none other than Gen. George Washington! The Monkees quickly stood up in respect for such a famous historic figure. Washington, wearing civilian clothes, came over and bowed to Franklin. "Good morning to you sir." He said to Franklin. "And to you as well, General." Franklin replied with a bow as well. "May I introduce my guests Mr. Michael Nesmith, Mr. Micky Dolenz, Mr. Peter Tork and Mr. David Jones." Washington bowed to them. "I am honored to meet you." Gen Washington said solumnly. "I received word that you foiled a plot by the British to plant a spy in Mr. Franklin's house." "It was nothing, sir." Davy stammered. The general looked curiously at him. "What part of England are you from, sir?" He asked. "Manchester, northern England." Davy replied, "Though I'm from Britain, I am loyal to the revolution." Washington chuckled, "No need to worry about that, sir." He said, "You and your friends have proved what side you are on, but there may be those who will view your accent with suspicion." "I understand." Davy replied, but couldn't help but feel uneasy. "Will you join us for breakfast, General?" Franklin asked. "No, I'm afraid not. I cannot stay in one place for long." "Then let me show you want these young gentlemen have brought to my attention." Franklin replied, showing the General to another room. In that room Franklin showed Washington the books with the maps of old gold mines, and which ones seemed to hold the most promise. The general was intrigued and agreed to take the Monkees with him so they could help look for those mines. "We can go with you?" Micky asked. "Yes, but we must leave now." Washington replied, "I took a chance on coming here in daylight." So the Monkees said their goodbyes to their host. "Thanks for taking us in, Mr. Franklin." Mike said quietly, not wanting the General to overhear. "You are more than welcome, Mr. Nesmith." Franklin replied, "In the meantime I will get my time machine ready as possible so you can go back to your own time." "Thank you, sir." Peter said. "Thank you for helping out this great land of ours." Franklin replied. The guys then followed Washington down the steps, through the laundry room (where they said a quick goodbye to Faith and Hope) and into the waiting carriage. Little did they know, however, that their exit wasn't quite a secret. Standing in the shadow of a doorway, Officer Abe watched as the men got inside their carriage and speed away. Walking quickly, he went inside a tavern and into a back room. There he met with the man whom the Monkees had stopped from hiding in Franklin's house. "Yes, those men have left with Washington." Abe snarled. "You had a excellent chance to find out their plans and you blew it, Arnold." "Washington is no doubt going back to his rebel troops." Arnold replied, "I will send word to have them watched to see what they do." To Be Continued.... Lisa, the other Glick Chick! The Glick Chick's Monkees' Lair!
Mickys411	You say you want a revolution (fanfic)	#13	[-]
Posts: 2229 (08/29/05 9:35 PM) Time Girl Fanfic, She Wrote Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Ignore User's Posts	Great story you guys I hope to come up with something tommorrow Mickys411 Laura the glick grobanite
Larrysgirl	Re: You say you want a revolution? (fanfic)	#14	[-]
Posts: 1316 (08/30/05 1:13 AM) fanfic girl night owl Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Ignore User's Posts	Laura! Where ya been, girl? I hope you haven't been having problems with that hurricane! And now... The carriage carrying General Washington, a colonial soldier and the Monkees bounced along the cobblestone roads of the city. "Man, I wish someone invents shock absorbers soon." Micky groused. "I beg your pardon?" Washington asked. "Er, perhaps someday Mr. Franklin could invent something to absorb the bouncing of the carriages." Micky smiled. Washington nodded and went back to his notes. The others gave Micky a look which warned him not to say too much about the future. After awhile, the horse and carriage came to a halt underneath a grove of trees. Waiting there a few soldiers and another horse and carriage that looked exactly like the one they had traveled in, down to the color of the horses. "Time to change carriages, gentlemen." Washington said, "There are spies everywhere and we must take precautions to fool them." So the men climbed into the new carriage and continued their journey. The carriage they were originally in took a different road which would lead anybody following their trail in the wrong direction. Around noon, they stopped at a sympathetic tavern and had lunch. Washington ate little; he was busy meeting with his own spies and scouts as to what the British were doing. After lunch, the trip resumed. The Monkees were getting sore from all the bouncing around, but said nothing to the General. Finally, after yet another carriage change, they arrived at an empty strand of trees. "Here we are, Gentlemen." Washington said, then climbed out of the carriage. "Here?" Mike asked, "There's nothing or nobody here." But when the men had climbed out of the carriage, several men, some wearing colonial uniforms, others buckskins, came out from behind the trees and shrubs. They pointed their guns at the Monkees right away. "Put your weapons down." Washington ordered, "These men are my guests." The soldiers obeyed and an officer came over to his superior and saluted. "It is good to see you again, General." The officer said, "How was your trip?" "It was productive, Colonel Von Stueben." Washington replied, "I've made the continental congress aware of the problems we are facing and these gentlemen," He indicated the Monkees, "with the blessing of Mr. Franklin, are going to try out an idea which might help our money problem." Colonel Von Stueben looked dubiously at the Monkees, but did not question his superior. "We've had to move camp several times since you left, General." Von Stueben said as he and Washington walked over to some horses, the Monkees following behind, "But the British haven't discovered us yet." "Winter is coming soon, there will be little fighting since they will want to stay in their warm barracks." Washington replied. They mounted the horses waiting for them and Von Stueben looked at the Monkees. "I am sorry, Gentlemen, but like everything else, horses are in short supply as well. But the camp is not far." "We'll manage, Colonel." Davy replied. Walking was preferable to the Monkees after all that bouncing around in the carriage. So, as the carriage turned around and went back, the group went into the forest and over to Washington's secret camp. Little did anyone know a troop of British soldiers were coming into the area and were going to set up camp as well... To Be Continued... So now the Monkees have to start looking for the gold mine! Will they find it? Will it have gold? Or will they find trouble? I'll let one of you ladies do that part next! Lisa, the other Glick Chick! The Glick Chick's Monkees' Lair!
Marmadas	Re: You say you want a revolution? (fanfic)	#15	[-]
Posts: 418 (08/30/05 7:28 AM) Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Ignore User's Posts	I might write some later today, but I gotta go babysit right now Great job, lisa!! this story is getting progressivly more and more interesting!! haha about National treasure!! love that movie!! (specially sean bean (ian)... he's got to be the coolest actor ever! ) Marmadas The world is quiet here. Visit my Corner of Randomness!!
Mickys411	You say yuo want a revolution? (fan fic)	#16	[-]
Posts: 2229 (08/30/05 8:55 PM) Time Girl Fanfic, She Wrote Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Ignore User's Posts	Don't worry Lisa, I didn't get by the hurricane, it missed us I was typing up the goldmine article and it was taking me most of the night to type it up Luckily somebody's gonna scan it on the board. So, now I can write the story As we left off... The Monkees, George Washington, and Colonel Von Stuben headed to Washington's secret camp. It took a bit of a walk, but after awhile, they made it. It was a cabin, located at the center of the woods. The extior was logs amd wood, while the inside consist of a desk, candle stick holders, several cots, an ice box, and a pot-bellied stove. "Golly, will you look at this place?" said Micky. "Yeah, it's set up the way it was at the museume," said Mike. "You know, this place makes the pad look like a castle," Davy whispered. "I don't know, it looks kind of cozy to me," said Peter. "Well Washinton, if were going to be here for awhile, we better stock up on pervission," said Von Stueben. "I agree, but we can't go back into town and leave the camp unprotected," said Washington. "Maybe we can help," said Mike. "Wonderful, two of you can go into town for us, while the other two can help with the fishing and hunting." It was decided that Mike and Micky would stay to hunt and fish, while Peter and Davy go back into town for other supplies. George Washington let them use his carriage. When Peter and Davy arrived back into town, they went to the local general store and began to pruchese some items. "Do you think we have enough stuff?" Peter asked as he and Davy loaded the candles, lanterns, blankets, bandages and other items into the carriage. "I believe we do," said Davy, giving his bandmate a hand. Little did the two know, there was someone watching them. "So that little one is british," said a voice. It was Officer Abe. "I'll get him." Officer Abe cretp up behind Davy, while he was helping Peter, and grabbed him. Davy muffled, as Officer Abe dragged him away. The plot thickens now How's that guys? Mickys411 Laura the glick grobanite
Larrysgirl	Re: You say you want a revolution? (fan fic)	#17	[-]
Posts: 1316 (08/31/05 1:12 AM) fanfic girl night owl Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Ignore User's Posts	Way to go, Laura! Glad to see you're ok. I wanted Davy to get in trouble because he's British! I wanted to mention something about the accents in this story. Since up until the revolution, it was mostly English people who settled in America, I think most of the people would've mostly spoke like Davy does. It would've been Peter, Micky and Mike's speech, (especially Mike's Texas twang ) that would've sounded different. After the revolution, when we weren't as close to England, and people from other countries settled America, I think that is when Americans developed their 'American' accent. But for the purpose of this story, just imagine all the colonists speaking with an 'American' accent and all the British soldiers, etc speaking with a 'British' accent. Davy's accent is what gets him into trouble! Ok, history lesson over. Let's go on... "Well, Davy, let's get back to the camp." Peter said, half in and half out of the carriage, "I wish we could get more stuff but everything was so expensive." He climbed out of the carriage and saw that Davy was no longer standing behind him. "Davy?" Peter asked. "Where did you go?" He began to look around the carriage, but didn't find Davy. Peter walked around to the side of the store, and found Officer Abe and some British soldiers waiting for him-and they were holding Davy prisoner! "Well, well, looks like we caught ourselves another rebel." Officer Abe sneered, "Get him!" He ordered his men. "Run, Peter!" Davy shouted. Peter turned on his heel and ran, the British soldiers right behind him. "Stop in the name of His Majesty!" The soldiers shouted, but Peter ran even faster, dodging around people walking up and down the dirt street. The soldiers simply pushed through the people, not caring if they knocked anybody down or not. Peter came to an intersection and stopped, trying to find a place to hide. A woman's voice called out from behind a half-open door. "Over here, sir!" Peter wasted no time in barging through the door. The owner of the voice, a young brunette woman in her thirties, slammed and barred the door shut. "Come this way." She ordered, and led him to a back room. Once there, she opened a trap door and told Peter to climb down inside and not make a sound. Peter obeyed her without question. The woman shut the trapdoor and Peter found himself inside a small root cellar. It dawned on Peter that if the lady was really for the British, he would be trapped with no way to get out. About a minute later, there was pounding on the house's front door. The lady who had called Peter inside opened the door. "What do you men want?" She demanded, "I'm a busy lady with much sewing to be done!" "Sorry to bother you, Mistress Ross," One of the soldiers said, "But we are after a man who was buying supplies for the rebel army." "Nobody has been in this house for several hours." Mistress Ross lied, "I'm just a simple woman trying to make a living sewing clothes." "Aye, and you make fine clothes, but we must search your house, as he was last seen in this area." Another soldier said as he and the others pushed into the house and looked around. They quickly searched the house, but didn't find the trapdoor, which had been covered over with a rug. Beneath the floor, Peter's heart was beating so hard he was surprised the soldiers didn't hear it. Finally, the soldiers realized there was nothing to be found, and without a word, left Mistress Ross's house. She quickly opened the trapdoor and let Peter out. He quickly jumped out and bowed to her. "Thank you so much, Ma'am." He said, "My friend has been captured by the soldiers and I thought I would be next." "You are most welcome, sir." Mistress Ross replied, "I do what I can to help General Washington, and I am sorry for your friend." "Thank you Ma'am." Peter replied, then looked curiously at her. "I heard the soldier call you Mistress Ross. Are you by any chance Betsy Ross?" "It is best if names are not used much in these times, sir." Mistress Ross smiled, "But I think you may be right." Then, after making sure the coast was clear, Peter left her house and went into the woods. He had to tell the others what had happened. As he walked, tears fell from his eyes. He knew Davy was in a lot of trouble, and even Gen Washington may not be able to save him. The soldiers came back to Officer Abe, who was still standing with Davy and a few other soldiers next to the general store. "No luck, sir. He's vanished." A soldier said. "More likely hidden by a rebel sympathizer." Officer Abe snapped, then looked at Davy. "At least we got you, young fool. It is bad enough these American-born subjects are rebelling against their lawful king but to have someone from the mother country herself rebel..." He shook his head and turned to his soldiers. "Let's go back to camp where I can question this young rebel more easily." He smiled. "What about the carriage?" A soldier asked. "Oh, we'll take this lovely carriage full of supplies originally destined for Gen. Washington and use them for ourselves." He laughed, "I mean, they're already paid for." The soldiers laughed at this and got ready to leave. A few soldiers and Officer Abe climbed into the carriage while the other soldiers got on their horses. Davy's hands were tied in front of him with a long rope and the free end tied to the back of the carriage. Thus, he was forced to walk behind the carriage as the British soldiers made their way back to thier camp. Mike and Micky were very worried about Peter and Davy, as they had been gone a long time. Even Gen. Washington expressed his concern that they had been captured by the British. Trying to keep their minds off the situation, they looked at the map where the gold mines might be. They didn't seem to be too far away. Suddenly, their worst fears were confirmed when Peter staggered into the camp, without the carriage and without Davy. Peter collapsed into Mike and Micky's arms. "Davy...Davy is..." Peter breathed. "What happened to him?" Micky asked. "Captured." Peter gasped, "Officer Abe and his soldiers grabbed him and I barely escaped." Mike gave Peter a cup of water. "Officer Abe?" He asked, "That was the same guy who chased us in Philadelphia." "He thought we might be British spies, but he's one instead." Micky said angrily. He looked up at the Washington and Von Stueben. "Can you help us rescue him?" He pleaded. "I'll do what I can, Mr. Dolenz, but the British outnember us and are better equipted. Peter began to cry again, and Micky and Mike couldn't help but join him. To Be Continued.... OH! Poor Davy! What will the British do to him? Can he be rescued? Find out soon! Lisa, the other Glick Chick! The Glick Chick's Monkees' Lair!
Marmadas	Re: You say you want a revolution? (fan fic)	#18	[-]
Posts: 418 (08/31/05 12:36 PM) Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Ignore User's Posts	I thought about that accent thing when you had it in there earlier... owell, works well for the story!! Great job, Laura and Lisa!! this is getting quite exciting! can't wait to see what happens next... wait, I guess I kind of know since I'm writing it.... still kinda weird in the head from my sickness... well, here goes::: Davy walked behind the carriage, thankful that they weren't travelling very fast. As they passed by people's houses, some people snickered at him, but others turned away sympathetically. They passed by Benjamin Franklin's house and Davy saw Faith, Hope, and Charity looking out from a downstairs window, shocked expressions on their faces. Embarrassed, Davy turned his head away, and continued on. The walk was long and boring, but soon Davy realized he could hear what the soldiers were talking about. He decided to listen in, perhaps he'd learn something useful. "...and General Wilhelm told me that his men had reason to believe that the rebel army is headquartered north of the city. We've sent some men up there to check it out, but they haven't reported back yet. Further, some suspicious activity has aroused suspicion around Mr. Benjamin Franklin's establishment. We might want to examine his house or question Mr. Franklin himself. Maybe post guards across the street to keep a wary eye open to see anything peculiar..." Davy was shocked to hear that. 'North of the city!' he thought, 'they've got that right! I have to warn them, and Mr. Franklin... but how?' The carriage stopped and Davy realized that they were in what looked like a small town, but was actually the British army Barracks. One of the soldiers untied Davy's hands and threw him into a jail cell. He curled up in a corner, tired from the walk, and went to sleep. A while later, he was woken up by a familiar female voice and looked toward the window to find Charity looking in on him. "Mr. Jones," she said when he'd awoken, "Is there anything I can do to help you?" "You shouldn't be here!" Davy whispered, going over to her, "There are soldiers everywhere." "Don't worry, my sisters are distracting them. When we saw you taken away we knew we had to help! Is there anything we can do?" "Umm..." Davy thought, then decided to tell the location of General Washington's camp. He quickly and quietly described how to get there, then added, "Make sure you aren't followed. Let them know where I am, and that the British soldiers are wise to their location. Also alert Mr. Franklin that the British suspect that his house is a meeting location. But BE CAREFUL! We don't want the British to follow you and definately figure out the location." "Don't worry, Mr. Jones..." Charity started. "Davy," Davy inturrupted, "My name is Davy." Charity blushed, "Don't worry, Davy. My sisters and I will take a picnic into the country north of the city for dinner. The countryside there is so beautiful this time of year." She smiled. "Okay, you'd better go before someone sees you. Don't forget to be extra careful." "I won't, Davy," Charity said, and was gone. Davy slumped back down into his cell and waited to be rescued. There. How was that?? Marmadas The world is quiet here. Visit my Corner of Randomness!!
Mickys411	You say you want a revolution? (fanfic)	#19	[-]
Posts: 2229 (08/31/05 8:58 PM) Time Girl Fanfic, She Wrote Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Ignore User's Posts	Great Job Marmadas I hope you feel better soon Let's see what I can come up with... Back at Washington's camp, the Monkees, Von Stuben and Washington sat around, pondering how they were going to save Davy. "Maybe we sneak back into town to the soilder's hideout, saying we're delivering food like a..." said Peter who was inturupted by an elbow jab in the ribs by Mike. "They had no delivery service back in this time," Mike whispered to Peter. "There must be someway to save Mr. Jones," said Von Stuben. "If we can just come up with a plan," said Washington. Just then, a thought popped into Micky's head. He then walked up to the book shelf, located next to the cots, and began to scan through the books. "Micky, what are you looking for?" Mike asked. "There maybe a copy here," Micky said, still searching. After awhile of wondering the shelf, he spotted something. "I had a feeling there was a copy here," said Micky. He grabbed the book, and took it back to the desk. "What do we have there?" asked Washington. "That's a copy of Homer's Oddyess," said Von Stuben. "What does this have to do with Davy?" asked Peter. "I think I know how we could get in the camp," said Micky. I hope I'm taking the story in the right direction Mickys411 Laura the glick grobanite
Larrysgirl	Re: You say you want a revolution? (fan fic)	#20	[-]
Posts: 1316 (09/01/05 1:25 AM) fanfic girl night owl Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Ignore User's Posts	Way to go, Marm and Laura!! As we go along... Meanwhile, as Charity and her sisters prepared their 'picnic' in the country, Davy was taken from his cell and marched over to Officer Abe's office. As he walked along, Davy looked around at the building. They were a lot nicer than what General Washington had for his own troops. He then reviewed what he would say to Officer Abe. Davy hoped he would be brave enough to not reveal what he knew to the British. Davy was taken inside another wooden building and into an office furnished with a desk, a few chairs, a bookshelf and on the side wall there was another small table with a decantor of wine and glasses. Standing next to that table and pouring a drink for himself was Officer Abe. He glanced over at Davy as he came in but said nothing. Davy was forced to sit in a chair in front of the desk and his hands were tied to the back of the chair. The soldiers stepped back as their commander came in front of Davy and leaned against his desk. Officer Abe took a drink of wine and smiled down at his prisoner. "After all these years, the colonies are finally learning to produce a decent wine." He said, "My name is Major Abraham Johnson, in charge of this regiment. What is your name?" "David Jones." "And where were you born, Mr. David Jones?" The officer asked. "Manchester." Davy replied truthfully. "Yes, your accent does match the northern part of Great Britain." The major replied, "Tell me, how long have you lived in the colonies?" "A few years." Davy said. "When did you decide to rebel against your king and country?" Major Johnson asked angrily. "I'm not." Davy replied, "My friend and I were just buying supplies for our country home." The major chuckled. He put down his wine glass-and then smacked Davy hard across the face. "Don't even think of lying to one of His Majesty's greatest spies!" He growled, "I saw you and your three friends entering a carriage with the rebel leader, George Washington!" Davy swallowed. That meant the Major suspected Mr. Franklin of being with rebels too, as they had entered the carriage at his house. "I heard you call your friend 'Peter'. Major Abe continued, "What are the names of your other two friends?" Davy stayed silent. There was no way he would betray his friends. He braced himself for the smack which came a few moments later. "I asked you a question young rebel." Major Abe said. "I won't help you in any way." Davy replied defiantly. "I could let you get off easy for helping the rebels, Mr. Jones." Major Abe said smoothly, "I could just chalk it up to a youthful indescretion. But I've been given the power from Gen Wilhelm to do as I please to you rebels, and that includes hanging!" Davy stayed silent, even though he was trembling inside. Major Abe stood over Davy and glared down at him. "Where were you and your friend really taking those supplies? To that rebel Washington, right?" "No we were not." Davy said, his voice starting to shake. "Where is Washington's secret camp?" Major Abe went on. "I know it's nearby here. Tell me and I'll let you off easy." "I don't know of any secret camp!" Davy shouted, "It's the truth!" "Is that your final answer?" Major Abe asked, "Think hard, young man, before I am forced to be less pleasant to you." Davy's mind raced. He could tell the Major what he wanted to know and save his life, but he couldn't let his friends and especially General Washington be captured! History would be changed forever as the American Revolution would probably end in defeat for the colonies. America wouldn't become the great power of the twentieth century in order to defeat the Germans and the Japanese! "Yes, that is my final answer." Davy said, "And so is this!" Davy kicked the Major in the shin. The British officer howled in pain and began to hop around his office. "Take him out of here!" Major Abe shouted to his soldiers, "and give him twenty lashes!" Davy was taken outside to the yard where he was stripped to the waist and his hands tied to a tall post. Then a soldier slowly gave Davy twenty lashes while another soldier counted them off. Davy cried in pain as the soldiers who had gathered to watch laughed. When the punishment was over, Major Abe walked over to him, still limping slightly. "Feel like talking now, rebel boy?" He asked. "Not now, not ever." Davy whispered. "I have other ways to change your mind, Mr. Jones." Major Abe said, smiling evilly. He then ordered the soldiers to untie Davy and take him back to his cell. Then he went back to his office to nurse his bruised shin. Meanwhile, Faith, Hope and Charity walked as quickly as they could into the countryside. In order to make it seem like a picnic, they were carrying a small basket filled with food. Making sure they were not followed, they walked towards Washington's camp. After awhile, they were confronted by a few of Washington's troops. "What do you ladies want?" One of them asked. "We need to see the General." Faith said, "We have vital information for him." I'm sure you do, Ma'am." Another soldier snickered, "Now let's see what's in your basket." "We'll give you this food if you let us pass." Hope said, opening the basket to show the food. The soldiers were hungry, but had to be careful that the ladies weren't spies. "Well, we can't let just anyone go through..." Another officer said. Suddenly, Micky, Mike and Peter came running toward them. "It's ok, fellas, we know them." Mike said, "Let them pass." The soldiers let them go through. Hope gave each a small loaf of bread, then walked to the three Monkees. "Hello, gentlemen." Faith said, "We must see the General!" "Right this way, ladies." Micky said, "Any word of Davy?" "I managed to sneak over to the British barracks and see him." Charity replied, "He is well, but the soldiers will be asking him questions." "Officer Abe is really working for the British." Peter said. "He is?" Faith asked, shocked. "I thought he looked familiar as he took Davy past Mr. Franklin's house on the way to the barracks." The group entered Washington's office. Von Stuben was with him. They quickly got up and bowed to the ladies. "How may we be of service to you ladies?" Washington said. "We came to tell you that I spoke to Davy and he is well for now." Charity said, "He's being held in the Barracks just outside of Philadelphia. He told me to tell you that the British are wise to where you are and that they suspect Mr. Franklin's house is being used as a meeting location." "That is not good." Washington shook his head. "I've already told Mr. Franklin about his house being under suspicion and he told me to tell you and your officers not to come there anymore." Faith added. "Thank you, ladies." Washington said politely, "I will give orders to move camp immediately." "What about Davy?" Charity asked. "We are working on a plan Mr. Dolenz thought up." Von Stueben said with a smile. "I think it just may work." With that, he began to tell of the plan to free Davy. The ladies agreed to help. To Be Continued... Ok, I'm gonna show my ignorance here, but Laura, does Homer's Odyssey contain the story of the Trojan Horse or am I thinking of another story? Your story part is fine, you're doing great, I'm just curious so I know how to continue this, ok? Lisa, the other Glick Chick! The Glick Chick's Monkees' Lair!