When the guys get stuck in NY, they meet up with their friend Mckinly Baker, who wants to open up a performing arts school, but need the Monkees help
"Lights on Brodway"
It was after the Christmas holiday, but the Monkees had begun their spring cleaning.
While Mike took the car out to get clean, Micky Davy and Peter cleaned up around the pad, such as putting away the odrements for next time.
After they finished cleaning up, Davy and Micky played a game of checkers, and Peter called home.
When he got off the phone, Peter turned to the guys looking really excited.
"Guess what guys, we got a job," he said.
"Really?" asked Davy.
"Are you serious?" asked Micky.
"Yes, Mom talked to the commitee in charged of the annual snowflake festivel, and she recommended us and the commitee said we can play at the event.
"Wow, that's groovy Peter," said Davy.
"Yeah, call your mom and thank her," said Micky.
Just then, Mike entered the pad and saw the looks on the faces of his bandmates.
"Hey fellas, what are we celebrating?" he asked.
"Peter's mom got us a job," said Davy.
"You're joking?"
"No, we've been invited to perform at the snowflake festivel," said Peter.
"When is it?" Mike asked.
"Next Saturday, what do think Mike?"
"Well, I think we better pack heavy clothes for this trip."
The guys were glad to have another job, even if it meant they had to travel a bit.
"Say, Peter, where did the idea for the snowflake festivel came from anyway?" Micky asked, as he and the guys started packing for their trip.
"Well, it's due to the fact that the part of Ct. I grew-up in has the most snow falls during this time of year," said Peter.
It was decided that since it would take too long to go by car, and that they didn't have the extra money for plane fare, the guys would get to Ct. by train.
The next Monday, the guys left for the train station.
Getting there was a bit of a tight ride, due to squeezing all their luggage and instruments into the cab, however, they made it to their destination just in time.
"Thanks for the ride sir, said Mike paying the cab driver, And you don't have to help us with our stuff."
"Yeah, we got," said Davy.
"I wasn't going to help you anyway," said the cab driver.
"Attention passangers, Amtrak 11524 now leaving for Ct, said a voice.
The guys turned to see that it was a conductor shouting from the train.
Micky looked at the tickets carefully and said,"That's us."
And with that, the Monkees boarded the train.
But the guys soon found out that this trip wasn't all that was cracked up to be so far as they hastily entered a cart.
Mike turned to his bandmates and said,"Ok fellas, there are ten carts on this train and so far we managed to get ourselves kicked out of nine."
"I thought my funny face would make that little boy in cart two laugh, I didn't think he cried louder," said Peter.
And how was I to know that the guy sitting next to that cute girl in cart five was her boyfriend," said Davy.
"And I was trying to take a nap, but that woman sitting next to me in cart eight dog won't stop barking," said Micky.
"Well, I didn't see that waiter behind me, when I streched out my arms in cart nine," said Mike.
"Well, let's just take our seat before another diaster happens," said Davy.
"Good idea," said Micky.
The guys sat down with a middle aged man, wearing a business suit an reading a newspaper.
The guys smiled and politly nodded to the man, but he didn't seemed to pay attention to the guys.
Davy pulled an apple from his pocket that he bought before leaving the pad and took a bite out of it.
"Young man, can you please chew more quietly," the man asked.
"Sorry sir," said Davy who was still eating his apple.
"And please don't talk with your mouth full either, it's poor manners.
Peter then had some more of his drink that he got in one of the carts and slurpped it down.
"Do you mind, I'm trting to read, the man said.
"Sorry sir," said Peter.
Micky yawned and said,"I think I'll finsh my nap.
And with that, he fell asleep and began to snore as well.
The man tapped Micky on the shoulder and said,"Young man I see a doctor about that snoring.
Embrassed by the comment, Micky tried to stay awake for the rest of the ride.
Just then, the train made a movment, and causing Mike, who wasn't wearing a seat belt to fall out of seat and landed on the man.
The man pushed Mike off of him.
"Sorry about that sir," said Mike as the other Monkees helped him up.
"That's it! I'm getting the conductor!" the man shouted as he got out of his seat.
"Uh oh," said Micky.
"Uh oh is right," said Davy.
"What do you think is going to happen?" Peter asked.
"We'll soon find out," said Mike.
Just as the man returned with the conductor the train stopped.
"I guess that what happens," said Mike to the guys.
"I throw you guys off, the conductor said to the Monkees, But we have to stop anyway.
"How come?" Davy asked.
"The rest of the trip has been canceled to due a blizzard in the north east."
"I told you guys about the snow," said Peter.
And with that, The Monkees and the rest of the passangers, some who didn't look to happy got off the train.
"Hey where are we anyway?" Davy asked, as he and the guys collected their luggage.
They took a look around until they spotted a sign
"Welcome to Grand Centeral Station NY, NY," said Micky reading the sign.
That's all for tonight
Mickys411 (Laura)


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