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Synopsis: Micky fools around with his chemisty set...need I say more?
"Micky!"
"Not now Mike, I'm busy!" He replied.
"You should be busy up here rehearsing with us!" Mike said sternly.
"Yeah, we have a big gig coming up soon." Peter added.
"I almost have my formula perfected." Micky said as he slowly added a red liquid to a blue one in a beaker.
"You said that before." Davy said, walking over to where Micky kept his chemisty set. "You never did tell us what you're trying to invent anyway."
"Something to make short people tall." Micky said with a big smile.
"Oh I thought it was something to help you improve your drumming." Davy shot back.
"My drumming is fine!" Micky retorted.
"Would you mind proving it?" Mike asked, indicating the drumkit.
Reluctantly, Micky put the beaker down and went behind his drumkit.
"Thank you." Mike said with a smile, "Now let's start."
The guys started to play 'Last Train to Clarksville'. Micky's drumming was ok, but his mind was on his latest invention.
"Micky!" Mike shouted at him.
"Huh, what?" Micky asked.
"You can stop playing now. The song is over." Mike said.
Micky smiled sheepishly and stopped playing.
"Man this latest invention sure has you distracted." Peter said, "What's it all about?"
"I'm trying to invent something a typist can use to cover up any mistakes." Micky replied.
"An eraser?" Davy asked.
"No, a white liquid that can be applied to paper to hide an error and then be typed over again."
"That might be useful." Peter said, "The typist can keep on going instead of starting over again."
"Sort of like a liquid paper." Mike added.
"Hey, that's a good name for it Mike!" Micky said, "The problem is that the stuff I'm using keeps cancelling each other out. Instead of turning white like paper...it becomes clear, almost invisible."
"That's not good." Davy commented.
"I'm sure you'll get it right, Micky." Mike said, "But lets keep playing. We really need this gig coming up."
"We always need a gig." Davy said.
The others chuckled and went back to rehearsing.
Later that evening, Micky was back working at his test tubes while the others watched TV.
"Take a break, Micky." Peter said, "You can't keep standing there all night."
"I almost have it perfected." Micky said.
"You said that before." Davy replied.
"Let him be." Mike to Davy, "At least we know where he's at at all times."
"Ha ha." Micky smirked.
A while later, Mike noticed the time and suggested they all go to bed.
"You three go up." Micky said, "I'll be up soon."
"No, you're coming to bed now, Micky." Mike told him. "Give it a rest for tonight. You'll get it soon."
"But Mike..." Micky pleaded.
But Micky was picked up by his band mates and carried upstairs to his bedroom.
Later that night, Micky tossed and turned in bed, wondering what he was doing wrong. Why wasn't his formula working? As he lay there, he thought over all the different chemicals he had used and wondered if any of them would work if used with another. Then suddenly he realized what he must've been doing wrong!
Throwing off his covers, Micky tiptoed downstairs and over to his chemisty set. Putting on a small lamp, he began to pour chemicals into a large beaker. He looked at a small tube of amber colored liquid.
"Yes, this is the one." He smiled.
Micky poured it in with the other chemicals...and suddenly the contents of the beaker began to foam up and bubble. Startled, Micky put the beaker down and looked at what was happening.
Suddenly, the beaker exploded, splashing Micky with the contents! Micky was covered with the stuff!
Oddly, he didn't feel any pain, just a tingling sensation all over his body. The lights came on in the bedrooms, and the other Monkees came racing out of their rooms.
"What's going on?" Davy yelled.
"It's just me, Davy." Micky said, "One of my experiments blew up in my face."
Peter turned on the light. He saw the chemistry set and the broken test tube, but no Micky!
"Where are you, Micky?" He asked.
"Right here, Peter." Micky said, "I'm fine."
"Where here, Micky." Peter said, "I can't see you."
"I'm standing right in front of you, Peter!" Micky said, getting annoyed.
"Quit playing, Micky." Davy said, "Come out from hiding."
"Are you two crazy?" Micky asked. "I'm standing in front of you both?"
"What's going on?" Mike said as he came downstairs.
"Micky was fooling around with his chemisty set and had an accident." Davy said, "Now he's hiding from us."
"No I'm not!" Micky shouted, "I'm right here!"
"Micky, get over here." Mike said sternly.
Micky was really getting scared now. Why couldn't his friends see him? He looked at his hands...and didn't see them! He ran over to a mirror on the wall...and couldn't see himself!
"Guys...I'm invisible." He said.
To Be Continued....

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