From: Lenora McCoy Newsgroups: alt.ql.creative Subject: Multiple Monkee Personalities Part 3 Date: Tue, 03 Feb 1998 02:28:06 -0600 Message-ID: <34D6D516.EB220250@sprintmail.com> MULTIPLE MONKEE PERSONALITIES PART 3 Al returned to the Imaging Chamber with a better understanding of the 21-year-old superstar and a handlink full of new information for Sam. He found Sam stepping out of his trailer wearing overalls and a straw hat, heading for the barn where the cameras and lighting equipment were set up. "Hey Sam! Looking good! Is this the cutting edge of 60s fashion?" Sam just glared. "Okay, okay. Well, Ziggy has some more info on what you're here to do. Uh, Sam, don't put milk on your cereal. They'll think you slipped a gear or somethin cause Micky doesn't like milk -- he puts orange juice on his cereal." Sam gave Al a quick confused look, then poured orange juice on his cereal. Al continued, "Ziggy says that when you begin filming the race scenes tomorrow at the beach, when you blow the horn, Davy's horse gets spooked and gets out of Davy's control. Davy is an experienced rider -- he was originally training to be a jockey before the Monkees, so he manages to control the horse, but not before it tramples Peter." Sam looked up at Al with a sad look in his eyes, which Al knew was reflected in his own. "Sorry Sam, but that's the original history. Obviously, that's what you're here to change." "Ohhhhhh, boy." * * * Agnes was grateful for her top security clearance, because it allowed her to convince Dr. Beeks to turn the job of 'baby-sitting' the visitor over to her. She knew she couldn't wear any of her Monkee t-shirts, and she wasn't sure if the J.C. Penney wardrobe line was out yet. Then, she remembered a note in Ziggy's files from that morning, from Al, that mentioned the visitor's knowledge of the fact that he was in the future. So, Agnes put on her favorite outfit -- her red shirt that Micky wore in "Monkee Mother," which she had copied herself; gray pants with a little flare in the bottom, also copied from the show, from the pants they usually wore with the red 8-button shirts; her platform gymshoes that she had purchased because they looked like Micky's gymshoes in Head; her multi-colored love beads; her dolphin peace symbol necklace; and her peace symbol earrings. She took her autograph book and a publicity photo from the pilot episode with her to get his autograph. She also dug up some ancient astrophysics and astronomy texts that she'd purchased at a used book sale, which had been printed before 1966, since she knew Micky was interested in physics and she knew it would be good to keep him busy, so she wouldn't accidentally give anything away while conversing with him. When she walked in the Waiting Room, arms full of books, Micky strode over, with his thumbs stuck out by his chest as if tucked under a pair of suspenders, and she noticed he'd removed his shoes. Hillbilly Honeymoon! she thought. "Well, hello beautiful! What's a sophisticated girl like you doin' in a hillbilly town like this?" Agnes was flabbergasted. Then she remembered about the 'personality' switches. "Um, Mr. Dolenz, my name is Agnes. I've been asked to keep you company while you're here, so you don't get bored." She noticed a look of confusion, then, "Yes, honey, great to meet you. Why don't you come sit down over here by me. Yeah." Agnes grinned. Now it was "Royal Flush" when he was pretending to be a throne merchant. She sat down next to him and put the pile of books down next to her. He noticed the books and said, "Lemme see those books, darlin'." She handed him one of the textbooks, "Beginning Astronomy," and as she did, she saw a change come over him, switching to his normal self -- "if Micky at any time could be considered normal!" she thought, and held back a giggle. "Ah, groovy man! How'd ya know I love astronomy . . . oh, wait, this is the future. You probably have it in your library or somethin, right?" "Yes, but I put it there. I'm a huge fan of yours." "Really? Guess you want an autograph, huh?" he said, with a hint of annoyance in his tone. "Not if it bothers you. I just want to keep you company, help you pass the time while you're stuck here." Micky grinned, "You're not going to throw yourself on me, screaming like a banshee, and tear off all my clothes?" "Only if you ask me to. I'm not that kind of fan." "Where's your pen -- I'll give you an autograph for being so nice." Agnes handed him the autograph book, with the photo tucked inside and a pen slid in the spiral spine. He gave her a look, and signed "Here's to the future! --Love, Micky Dolenz" in her autograph book, grabbed the photo with a smile, drew mustaches on Mike, Peter & Davy and a flower in his own hand, then signed his name in huge letters across most of the picture. Agnes giggled. And he'd said he wasn't very good at improvisation and comedy when he auditioned! She set the book and picture aside and started looking through the astronomy book with Micky. * * * Al looked around the set. "Don't worry Sam, you have till tomorrow. I'm gonna bug Ziggy to get an exact time on this, so I can give you a heads up. Probably you'll just need to pull Peter back from the line of f-- uh, trample. Heh heh. Uh, sorry." Sam glared at Al, then headed toward the other Monkees when the director called his name. He laid down and slid the hat over his eyes, as did the other actors. The barn door was closed, shutting out most of the light. "Ready! Speed! Camera! Sound! Action!" * * * By the end of the day, Sam was exhausted but happy. He'd enjoyed the day. They'd run through the corn fields, played catch with a milk bucket, he'd sat down with Mike for a few minutes to film a sequence where the cows run off and go into a stampede. He'd even gotten to do a hog call which attracted chickens instead. Then they changed into elaborately decorated matador costumes for a short fantasy sequence with Mike milking a cow. Then they'd changed into another set of costumes -- Sam wore brown pants, a yellow and black striped shirt, and a tan jacket, for the scenes when they arrive at the farm, and when they accept the bet. When the director called it a day, Sam stumbled back to his trailer and changed back into street clothes, then grabbed his script to peruse at home. As he walked over to his car, the director -- Bob Rafelson, Sam reminded himself, ran up to him. "Micky!" Sam stopped. "Glad to see you got your act together. You did a whole lot better today. Still not your best, but better. See you at the 56th street beach, 6 AM tomorrow, okay?" "Sure!" Rafelson walked off and Sam slid behind the wheel of Micky's car. He had to agree with Al that this was a really nice car. He drove home and looked over his lines for the next day while eating a dinner of chili -- the only canned food he could find in the house. * * * Al left the Waiting Room after Sam had finished on the set so he could get some dinner. As he walked to the cafeteria, he ran into Agnes, carrying a delivery pizza and a pile of paper plates, napkins, and a 6-pack of Pepsi. "Agnes. Where are you heading to with that feast?" "The Waiting Room. Micky really wanted pizza, so I drove into town for Domino's." "Oh, yes, you're keeping him company. How's he doing?" Al asked. "Pretty good. Occasionally he switches to some other character he's done on the show, but usually it lasts only a little while, until the astronomy and astrophysics textbooks I brought in there catch his interest again. Then he returns to normal." "Astronomy texts? Are you sure that's safe?" "They were all published before 1966, Admiral. I know not to bring anything too recent in there." "Ah, yes. Sorry. You'd better go before your pizza gets cold." Al continued on to the cafeteria while Agnes scurried off towards the Waiting Room with her pizza. * * * Agnes entered the Waiting Room to find a remote control car they'd been playing with on the floor, dismantled. Micky looked up at her with sad puppy dog eyes. "My mommy won't let me play with toys that crash or smash or go boom." Agnes didn't know what to say. She put the food down on the table and called Micky over. "That's okay, Micky. We'll get another toy after we eat." Micky stayed in his little kid character all through dinner. Agnes took the empty pizza box, threw all the other garbage in there and left to get rid of it. She then went to her room where her drum set was still packed from her move to the Project, and she placed the boxes on the cart with her amp and flung her two guitars over her shoulder. She wheeled the whole cart over to the Waiting Room. -- Lenora McCoy, die-hard Dolenzkateer, Obsessed Leaper, Al-coholic, and Dean-drooler AlbertCalavicci@hotmail.com ZiggyQL@sprintmail.com AdmiralLenora@rocketmail.com http://www.geocities.com/Area51/4401/ Author of "Quantum Kirk" and other stories (list and/or requests by e-mail)