A Connecticut Monkee in King Arthur's Court (fanfic)
Hi there! 
Yours truly is back with another story! This is another time-travel fic, with our heroes heading back to the time of King Arthur!
As always, Laura or anyone else can lend a hand. Now hang on, here we go!
Mike, Peter, Davy and Micky were in the back of a group of tourists as the tour guide led them through the factory.
"This is the most important area, where the grain is brought in from the trucks and ground up into flour." He said, indicating the conveyor belts sending piles of grain into a machine where it was ground up.
The Monkees listened to the guide, all of them however, except Peter. He had his nose in a book entitled 'Fun Science Facts For Everyday Use.'
"Hey fellas." Peter said quietly, "Did you know a year is actually 365 and a quarter days long?"
"Pay attention to the tour guide, Peter." Davy whispered back.
"Yeah, you've done nothing but look at that book since you got it." Mike said.
His Mother had given him the book for his birthday a few days ago while the Monkees were visiting Peter's family in Connecticut. The book immediately fascinated Peter and he was literaly unable to put it down.
"Don't you want to see how they make King Arthur Flour?" Micky asked. Always fascinated by food (though never gaining an ounce no matter how much he ate), it had been Micky's idea to come to the factory to see how flour was processed.
"People have been using flour for baking for several thousand years, Micky." Peter replied.
"This way, everyone!" The tour guide called.
The Monkees followed everyone as the guide brought them over to another area filled with machines and other equipment.
"This is where the finished product is poured into bags." The tour guide said, pointing upward where small bags of flour moved on conveyor belts above them.
"It will be moved over to boxes where it will be shipped out to stores everywhere!" He said proudly.
"Does this factory ever shut down?" A woman asked him.
"No ma'am." The tour guide replied, "This factory is on the move, those conveyors are running 24 hours a day!"
Just then, a worn gear inside a conveyor motor broke. The motor ground to a sudden halt, stopping the conveor in its tracks. The bags of flour on it jostled around and one fell off and fell towards Peter!
"Peter look out!" His friends yelled, running over to him.
But they were too late. The five pound bag hit Peter squarely on top of his head, knocking him down and sending white flour everywhere!
The Monkees were covered in flour and surrounded by white dust. They coughed and tried to wipe the flour off their bodies. Mike and Micky picked up Peter and pulled him away from the area where the air was clear.
Finally, they were able to stop coughing and they looked at each other.
"Are you ok, Peter?" Micky asked.
"Yeah, but I got flour all over my new book!" He said sadly, trying to wipe the white powder off the book's cover.
"We look like ghosts!" Davy complained.
"Yeah, we're gonna need a washroom to get this flour off our hands and faces." Mike said, and looked over to where he throught the tour guide was standing. However, he then noticed that the area was totally different.
"Hey fellas, notice something?" Mike asked.
The others looked around and noticed they weren't in the same part of the factory they were in before. The machines were gone. In fact, it looked like they were in a barn!
"How did we get here?" Davy asked.
"I don't remember this part of the factory." Mike said.
Peter got up and dusted himself off. "Where's the rest of the tour group?"
Micky walked over to the barn door and opened it. He then stood in the open door for several seconds before finally speaking.
"Hey guys, come here." He said.
Mike, Peter and Davy joined him and looked outside the barn too.
The factory was gone. They were looking at a meadow with cows and goats. Wheat grew in another area. Looking further, they saw a large stone castle in the distance.
Stepping outside, they looked around and could see nothing but farms in the around them.
"Where are we?" Davy said quietly.
"Not in Connecticut anymore, Davy." Peter replied.
To Be Continued...
Yours truly is back with another story! This is another time-travel fic, with our heroes heading back to the time of King Arthur!
As always, Laura or anyone else can lend a hand. Now hang on, here we go!
Mike, Peter, Davy and Micky were in the back of a group of tourists as the tour guide led them through the factory.
"This is the most important area, where the grain is brought in from the trucks and ground up into flour." He said, indicating the conveyor belts sending piles of grain into a machine where it was ground up.
The Monkees listened to the guide, all of them however, except Peter. He had his nose in a book entitled 'Fun Science Facts For Everyday Use.'
"Hey fellas." Peter said quietly, "Did you know a year is actually 365 and a quarter days long?"
"Pay attention to the tour guide, Peter." Davy whispered back.
"Yeah, you've done nothing but look at that book since you got it." Mike said.
His Mother had given him the book for his birthday a few days ago while the Monkees were visiting Peter's family in Connecticut. The book immediately fascinated Peter and he was literaly unable to put it down.
"Don't you want to see how they make King Arthur Flour?" Micky asked. Always fascinated by food (though never gaining an ounce no matter how much he ate), it had been Micky's idea to come to the factory to see how flour was processed.
"People have been using flour for baking for several thousand years, Micky." Peter replied.
"This way, everyone!" The tour guide called.
The Monkees followed everyone as the guide brought them over to another area filled with machines and other equipment.
"This is where the finished product is poured into bags." The tour guide said, pointing upward where small bags of flour moved on conveyor belts above them.
"It will be moved over to boxes where it will be shipped out to stores everywhere!" He said proudly.
"Does this factory ever shut down?" A woman asked him.
"No ma'am." The tour guide replied, "This factory is on the move, those conveyors are running 24 hours a day!"
Just then, a worn gear inside a conveyor motor broke. The motor ground to a sudden halt, stopping the conveor in its tracks. The bags of flour on it jostled around and one fell off and fell towards Peter!
"Peter look out!" His friends yelled, running over to him.
But they were too late. The five pound bag hit Peter squarely on top of his head, knocking him down and sending white flour everywhere!
The Monkees were covered in flour and surrounded by white dust. They coughed and tried to wipe the flour off their bodies. Mike and Micky picked up Peter and pulled him away from the area where the air was clear.
Finally, they were able to stop coughing and they looked at each other.
"Are you ok, Peter?" Micky asked.
"Yeah, but I got flour all over my new book!" He said sadly, trying to wipe the white powder off the book's cover.
"We look like ghosts!" Davy complained.
"Yeah, we're gonna need a washroom to get this flour off our hands and faces." Mike said, and looked over to where he throught the tour guide was standing. However, he then noticed that the area was totally different.
"Hey fellas, notice something?" Mike asked.
The others looked around and noticed they weren't in the same part of the factory they were in before. The machines were gone. In fact, it looked like they were in a barn!
"How did we get here?" Davy asked.
"I don't remember this part of the factory." Mike said.
Peter got up and dusted himself off. "Where's the rest of the tour group?"
Micky walked over to the barn door and opened it. He then stood in the open door for several seconds before finally speaking.
"Hey guys, come here." He said.
Mike, Peter and Davy joined him and looked outside the barn too.
The factory was gone. They were looking at a meadow with cows and goats. Wheat grew in another area. Looking further, they saw a large stone castle in the distance.
Stepping outside, they looked around and could see nothing but farms in the around them.
"Where are we?" Davy said quietly.
"Not in Connecticut anymore, Davy." Peter replied.
To Be Continued...
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