Ask The Older Monkees!

Your average middle-aged favorite band turned into a roleplay ask blog by yours truly !

~^ Rules ! ^~

-Keep it family friendly !

-No smut, no how!

-Based on the show, not the guys !

-Minors (and really ANYONE) can send platonic & friendly asks !

-Asks can be for any Monkee !

-Kiss? No thanks! Mike might want one though!

blog managed, kept, & ran by @mike-the-star-collector !

other blog with younger Monkees is ran by @bdumherewecome !

Episodes!~~~

Monkee Mail!

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Letter One

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Micky Is BALDING..

Episode 1

Episode 2

Episode 3

Micky grinned and rubbed his hands together. “Of course! Watch this!”

Mike was dusting the pad’s kitchen counters when Micky snuck behind him.

“GRROWL! ROARRR!!!”

Mike, startled, jumped back and accidentally threw the duster at Micky’s face. Micky pretended to bite the duster playfully. Mike simply got a spray bottle out from his cleaning kit and started spraying Micky. Micky started growling and sunk to the floor.

“NOOO! LIQUID SILVER, MY ULTIMATE WEAKNESS! AUGH!”

Mike rolled his eyes. “Micky, first of all, it’s just water. Second of all, what in the heck are you doing?! I’m cleaning here!”

Micky smirked as he got up from the floor. “I just wanted to see if my werewolf impression was still good.”

Mike was distraught as soon as Silver was in his arms.

“S-Silvy? Girl? Is that..you?”

Silver meowed, and Mike started crying on the spot. The last time Mike saw Silver was in the late 70s’/early 80s’. It was a tough goodbye for him, since Silver was practically his baby. Ever since she died, Mike decided never to get a cat again, thinking he would be replacing her.

Mike cradled Silver in his arms and repeatedly gave her kisses on her head. Silver was slightly confused on why her mama looked different, but she was content.

Micky walked into the room carrying some new contraption he cooked up. Once he saw Mike carrying Silver, he almost dropped it, but set it down nicely. He walked over to Mike and Silver confused.

“How in the world did Silver get here?” Micky asked Mike, and then he gave a side-eye to his friend. “You don’t tell me you went back in time and stole Silver..?”

Mike shook his head as he played with Silver. “Some weird person in a portal just handed her to me. I don’t know where she was taken from, but I’m glad she’s back…”

Micky shook his head and made clicking noises of disapproval. “Mike, we have to send her back to the sixties. She can’t stay here, and I bet younger us are going crazy right now trying to look for her. I bet younger you is sobbing buckets over her.”

Mike sighed and his face molded into a frown. “Alright, but can I play with her for a little bit longer? I haven’t seen her in ten years.”

Micky nodded. “Okay. But when it’s time, you gotta let her go. Don’t get too attached.”

Micky thought for a moment. “Up in my head? Chaos.”

Davy sighed. “Micky, I think they mean the movie we made when we were younger.”

“Ohh!” Micky nodded. “Chaos. No, really. We were on *honk noise* in those days. We were trying to make a movie that said ‘we aren’t just some cute teenage girl heartthrobs, we’re real people with opinions! Me in the film though? Yeah.”

Peter chuckled. “I loved the part where you destroyed the Coca-Cola machine. No, yeah, we were definitely on *honk noise*.”

Mike’s face brightened. “Wow! Really? It’s about dang time!”

They all sighed.

“Well, first, I don’t have my puffy hair anymore…” Micky frowned.

Davy shook his head. “I don’t get as much girls as I used to in my glory days. Gee, it was easier back then…”

Peter shrugged. “I think I just came to realize Mike gets more stern and dad-like the more older he gets.”

Mike grumbled. “I’m not that stern. But, I do miss the stamina. I used to be able to play for hours on end at gigs. Now I have to take breaks in between. It’s kind of a shame.”

(I love getting to ask the questions now. My turn, baby. Haha)

Peter laughed. “Well, I have some. I don’t use it too much, but I tend to from time to time. There was one time years ago when Mike was yelling at me for forgetting to put out my incense before we left the pad. He really lost his temper that day. When we got home, I asked Silver (Mike’s cat at the time) if she could go and play with a pair of Mike’s socks. She obliged. Mike’s socks were torn up and clawed up the next day. Mike, who absolutely loves Silver, forgave her.”

He gave a smirk and dreamily thought about the moment, giving a little chuckle.

“Now, though, when the rest of the gang aren’t home, I like to talk to the birds sometimes. They fly out to the balcony sometimes. It’s quite nice, actually.”

Micky could be seen in the background writing notes.

Peter scowled. “Micky! It’s been over thirty years! Go bother someone else! Ask Mike if he’s a vampire or something!”

Micky was sleeping on the couch when Peter came over with face paint. He had a mischievous grin on his face, and was ready to finally get a chance to get Micky back on his pranks.

Peter started to draw a smiley face on Micky’s bare spot when the pad’s phone began to ring. Micky quickly stopped snoring and got up to get the phone.

“Hello? Yes, this is The Monkees’ Pad…yes, my refrigerator’s running…go catch it?”

Micky slammed the phone down upset on why a kid out-pranked him for once.

Peter was giggling his head off when Micky was turned around looking at the phone. There was a rushed painting of a smiley face on the bald spot of Micky’s head.

Micky turned around and raised an eyebrow at Peter. “What’s so funny?”

Peter pointed to the back of his own head, signaling Micky to look at the back of his.

Micky went to the bathroom to look at the mirror and let out a yell.

Peter read the email and thought for a moment.

“Hair routine? Well, I use the mildew of the seven valleys, flower petals that were crushed and marinated in love wine…”

Peter noticed Micky in the corner filming Peter with a camera. He gave a side-eye and continued talking.

Mike paused and took a deep breath.

“Have you not seen Televison/Elephant Parts?”

he holds up a photo

I love both of them though. Don't cover them up.

Xoxo

Micky felt the back of his head until he reached the bare spot.

“Well gosh-a-rooney! I didn’t even know that one was back there!”

He gave a pouty face. “Guess it’s part of getting old…”

Peter smiled. “I would let you, but I don’t think I have enough hair to braid! I guess I don’t have as much as I used to.”

Mike took the hat and roses, and smiled.

“I knew it was out there somewhere! Thanks a lot! For the roses too! Oh man!”

Micky raised an eyebrow. “Hide what?” He thought for a moment. “Oh! Oh. My ‘bald’ spot.”

He sighed, feeling the space where he used to have fluffy bangs.

“I don’t hide it already! Geez, I don’t know why you love it so much…it’s just my forehead..”

So. You still crushin’ on Davy like you were back in the day? or did anything come out of it.. or did it just fade, either way I’d love to know.

-💖

Peter turned red. “Crushing? On Davy? He’s my best friend-! I could never crush on my best friend-“

Davy walked into the room wearing a sweater with patches on it. “Guys look at this sweater I bought, it’s almost all made of reusable materials!! It’s very comfy too!”

can I please put you in my pocket