#get it?

hootie frutti got me feelin a little more frutti...

Silver mewed then crawled over to the book on magic. She tilted her head, curiously and squinted at the pages but…she couldn’t read. Even if she could, she didn’t have the height or the opposable thumbs needed to use magic. She was going to need help. She went to the door and pawed at it until it opened then she went down the street to where Millie lived.

“🎶Come on-a my house, my house, I'm gonna give you candy🎶Come on-a my house, my house, I'm gonna give you apple a-plum and apricot-a too-a🎶” Millie sang to herself, washing dishes at the sink when she heard meowing…loudly.

She turned around and furrowed her brows, “Now what on earth is that?”

Millie turned off the water and opened the door, seeing Silver at her feet, looking at her furiously. She squealed with delight and picked her up, “Why, hello there! You’re Micky’s kitty, aren’t you? Goldie? No, no…Silver! That’s it! You coming to visit Mama Millie?”

Silver meowed again, squirming out of her hands.

“Well, don’t be like that! You’re the one who came over to me!”

Silver kept squirming until she jumped out of her arms. She looked at her a long time then took off.

“Well, where you going? You want me to follow you?” Confused, she followed her all the way back to the Monkees’ Pad. When she made it to the door, she knocked on it.

To her surprise, Mike answered the door, but he didn’t look like himself at all. He wasn’t wearing his hat, he was wearing a leather jacket, he looked pale, and he had dark circles under his eyes.

“What do you want?” Mike asked, flatly.

Millie’s eyes widened, “Micky? What happened to you? You look like a wreck!”

“It’s Mike.” He snapped then glanced down, seeing Silver at her feet, “Now where did you go off scampering to? You tryna leave me too?”

Not waiting for an invitation, Millie pushed her way inside the house and looked around, “What happened to your place?! Did you get robbed?!”

“We redecorated, mind you.” Mike replied simply, “Now would you kindly get out?”

Millie looked at him for a while, her brows furrowed. Then she raised a hand and promptly slapped him on the nose.

“Ooh!” Mike cried out and held his nose, tears stinging his eyes, “Now what did you go and do that for?!”

“You’re not being a very nice boy, Michael! I know you and this isn’t you.” Millie shook her head, wagging a disapproving finger, “Now tell me what’s going on.”

“Owww…” Mike whined and rubbed his nose but after the brief pain subsided, the fog had started to clear. He blinked a few times, beginning to think clearly again, “…what on earth have I been doing?”

“That’s what I’m wondering! Silver just came over to my house, meowing and bossing me around until I came here! Imagine my surprise when I see your place is in a mess and you’re acting like a degenerate!” Millie waved a hand at the whole room.

Mike looked around, his features flooding with horror, “Oh my gosh…oh my gosh!!”

“That’s what I’m saying!” Millie scoffed, shaking her head.

“Mr. Schneider!!” Mike hurried over to their dummy and took him down from where they hanged him, “Oh my gosh! What have we done?!”

Silver jumped up on the kitchen table, pawing at some of the cupcake wrappers, trying to give them a clue.

Millie went over to the wrappers and sniffed them before making a face, “Smells like bad apples. Did you boys eat these? Next time you’re hungry, just come over for some of my famous cheesecake. Maybe they won’t make you so crabby next time.”

Mike turned to the wrappers and picked one up, realization striking him all at once, “You’re right!! It’s the cupcakes! They made us bad boys! That’s why…oh goodness. We’ve been really bad…”

He cringed to think of everything they’d done. Mr. Babbitt, Davy’s poor girlfriend, Mr. Schneider, the Chimps—well, they kinda deserved it.

“Where is everybody, anyway?” Millie looked around.

“They all left! I got to stop them before they get themselves into trouble!” Mike tore off the leather jacket he was wearing then found his hat and shoved it on his head, “I got to go now, Millie! Thank you so much for your help!”

“My help? What did I do?” She had a hard time following him, he was talking so fast, he sounded crazy.