Well, here I am again with another story!
It's gonna be an adventure story with our boys fighting treasure hunters/looters.
Like my last story, there's also gonna be a few familiar faces...
Laura or whomever can help out with the story, soooo...hang on!
It was a cloudy afternoon outside as the Monkees walked around the Musuem of Natural History. In reality, none of them had much interest in old relics, but it
was rent time and as usual, Mr. Babbit was hounding them for money. The musuem seemed like a good place to hide.
They came to a section of the musuem marked 'Meso-America' and inside the glass cases were bits of pottery, jewelry and other articles from the ancient
Aztecs, Mayans and other cultures of central and south america.
"Wow, look at this." Peter said, "Gold plates."
"Must've been rich to have such things." Davy remarked. "To eat off of stuff like that."
Micky looked around and saw an object in the center of the room in a glass case all by itself. Walking over, he saw a gold disc inside propped up by a holder.
"Look at this, guys." Micky said, and the other three joined him.
"More gold stuff?" Mike asked, getting bored.
"The gold coin of Cookamonga." Peter read from the sign, "It's from Mexico."
"That's a coin?" Micky replied, "It's the size of a hockey puck."
Indeed, the coin they were looking at was about an inch thick and had the diameter of Micky's palm.
"I wonder what they used it for?" Davy wondered.
"Nobody really knows for sure." A female voice said behind him.
The Monkees turned and they saw a young woman with dark hair down to her shoulders. She was wearing a colorful red and white dress. It only took an instant for
the guys to recognize her.
"Angelita!" The Monkees exclaimed, drawing looks from the guards.
"Hola, Monkees!" She said, holding out her hands.
The Monkees took her hands and shook them. They had first met Angelita when they had visited the Mexican town of El Monotono and had to deal with her evil
boyfriend the bandito El Diablo.
"It's so good to see you again, Angelita." Davy said.
"And you too, Davy." She smiled. "It is good to see all you amigos again."
"What bring you here to California?" Peter asked.
"I'm here with my boyfriend, he's an archeologist." Angelita replied, "In fact, he just found that coin you were looking at." She
looked around. "He should be back soon. He's at a meeting with the Museum curators."
"Your boyfriend?" Davy asked, a little disappointed.
Angelita smiled and said, "Yes, Davy. My boyfriend. We met when he was excavating near El Monotono and I was with him when he found that coin in an
ancient temple ruin."
Suddenly, there were screams coming from another part of the musuem. Gunshots were heard and voices in English and Spanish were heard.
"Get down on the floor!" Several men were shouting.
"What's going on?" Micky asked.
"Sounds like trouble." Mike said.
"And it's coming this way!" Peter put in.
Seconds later, several armed hispanic men carrying guns charged into the room. They wore rough clothing and boots. The leader shot his gun into the ceiling.
"Everyone lie down on the floor and nobody gets hurt!" He yelled with a Spanish accent
The Monkees, Angelita and the other people in the room quickly complied. When all the visitors were on the floor, the leader strode over to the case
containing the gold coin.
"Ah, here it is." He smiled, "Just waiting for us." He used the butt of his gun to break the glass.
"NO!" Angelita exclaimed, getting up and rushing over to the man.
"Angelita!" Davy shouted, getting up and going after her.
Angelita grabbed the man's arm. "That is a priceless artifact!" Anglita shouted, "You cannot have it!"
"Get back on the floor chica, before I knock you down!" The man snapped, pulling his arm away and raising his hand to her.
Davy stepped in front of Angelita. "That's no way to talk to a lady, mate." He said.
The man struck at Davy, but Davy dodged and kicked the man in the shin. He yelped in pain, then hit Davy with his other hand, sending him crashing into
Angelita. They both went down, causing the other robbers to laugh.
"Now for the coin." The man said, turning back to the broken case.
He grabbed the coin from its stand...only to have his wrist snagged by the curved handle of an umbrella. The other end of the umbrella was held by a man in his
early thirties wearing a bowler hat. He had walked into the room during the confusion.
"I suggest you put that back where you found it." The man said calmly.
"You gonna make me, gringo?" The robber sneered.
"If you insist." The other man said.
Quick as a flash, he pulled off his bowled hat and threw it at the robber's face, while pulling on the umbrella at the same time. Knocked off balance, the
robber tottered and crashed to the floor. The coin began to roll toward the Monkees.
The other robbers, seeing this, started chasing after the coin, but Micky grabbed it first and covered it with his body. The man with the umbrella meanwhile,
pressed a button on his umbrella handle and began firing small bullets at the robbers. The robbers returned fire, but the other man hid behind the case's
base and was protected. Some of the robbers were hit and they ran out of the room, clutching their arms or legs.
Unfortunately, the man ran out of umbrella bullets and the first robber went after him. He didn't get far when a hit across the knees with the umbrella
brought him down again. The Monkees got up and held the man down as the other robbers ran out of the building.
Angelita ran over to the first man as he picked up his bowler hat.
"Pennsylvania, are you alright?" She cried, giving him a hug.
"Right as rain, dear." He said, then bent down to look at the man the Monkees were holding.
"Who are you?" He demanded, "Why did you want that coin?"
The robber only cursed at Pennsylvania, who smacked him again with his umbrella.
"Watch you language around a lady, fella." He said, then looked at the Monkees.
"Thank you very much for you help, especially you, young man." He said, looking at Davy.
"These are my friends, Pennsylvania." Angelita said, "The Monkees. I met them a few years ago, and they beat El Diablo."
"Well met, my friends." Pennsylvania said, "My name is Pennsylvania Smith, archelogist, at your service."
To Be Continued...



When you first started to describe him I thought you were
describing Patrick Macnee's character from "The Avengers".
Smashing, Simply
Smashing!





Great job, Laura! 
