The Scene was Los Angles, California. The time was the mid-60's. It was a time of peace and flowerchildren. It was a time of bloodshed and warefare. It was also the dawning of the pop culture icons know as (insert tymphany drum solo here) THE MONKEES!

Whitness their rise...and their fall...and their rise again.

The Earth had moved, the sun had risen, and the Seventh Sign had passed. Two Hollywood shmoozers known as Bob Ralfelson and Burt Schnider had, at long last and with great personal sacrifice...a brainchild. With a twinlke in their eyes, they took it to Screen Gems. It was a go. Hence the birth of...THE MONKEES!

(Breif interview with Screen Gem's former janitor...oh, excuse me...custodial engineer.)

"Yessireee Bob! I remember those boys. Buncha long haired wierdos...always runnin' round messin' up my floor...yeah I'da liked to have given those boys a piece a my mind...and my fist! Stick Ol' Gerddie right up...huh? Gerddie, she's...uh...my mop..."

A young Manchester born dwarf child was the first to be selected for a role in this radically innovative t.v. series, which, unbeknownst to most, would suffer at the cruel words of critics and die at the cold hand of fate...only to be resurected by a new generation years later. His name was...Davy Jones!

(montage of sickeningly sweet Davy Jones photos)

At that same time the young Monkee-Makers-That-Be decided to put out an add, chock full of hidden drug meanings and hippie stereo-types, meant to coax young kids to audition.

(Insert interviews with every single person who auditioned...including various serial killers)

The next Monkee to be chosen was Micky Dolenz. His father, George Dolenz, was a most seasoned actor. His good looks and shear talent allowed him to tackle a vast number of roles, most famously his stunning portrayal of "The Count of Monte Cristo." His son also had a t.v. series...."Circus Kid" or something...Anywho, George Dolenz had eyes that twinkled like the blazing sun, piercing the camera lens with every heart-stopping gaze. His bare cheast manly with cheast hair and his brow a-glow with persperation. His looks were only enhanced by the raw, throbbing power of his undeniable talent....

(Fade to comercial break)

The third cheeky young Monkee was none other than Peter Tork, a vetern of "the scene." He was refered by Steven Stills, who later became famous through his work in Crosby, Stills, & Nash. As Peter's doppleganger with gengivitus, Steven thought he should let his better half in on this unique t.v. gig. So, Peter auditioned and then (unnecessary dramatic pause)got the part.

Michael Nesmith was the fourth and final Monkee. With his deadpan humor and woolhat the gods were sure to rejoice.

And so, the four corners were called, the beings of creation were blessed, a lamb wes sacrificed, and a baby was born. A baby called...The Monkees!

(Comercial Break)

Yes, before the Spice Girls and Marylin Manson, before the NKOTB, even before the Partrage Family there were THe Monkees! It was an ingenous concept. Four young musicions living in a house on their own, wearing their hair (yet another unnecessary dramatic pause) long. It was just the thing needed to expose innocent American youth to a free-love and drug-filled counter-culture in a safe, socially acceptable, and profitable way.

Even before the show aired their first single hit the charts and they, Davy, Micky, Peter, and Mike, were blindly thrust into the gut-wrenching trials and tribulations of fame.

(Interview with Micky saying "Quickly the line between fantisy and reality is blurred..." and repeat it ten to twelve times randomly and throughout the rest of this documentary)

Early on they realized that they must go on tour and play, to dispell rumors, usually started by blind, jealous, empty-heartded cynics who are too afraid to love, that they didn't play their own instruments. It was time to seize the day and to prove to these breeders of hatred and dispair that they did indeed play their own instruments and that they were damn good at it too. How best to end these rumors than to shine before a crowd of hundreds and thousands of screaming, twelve year old girls?

(add Micky's Quote here)

Who better to choose as an opning act but Jimi Hendrix? His sugary, happy, pop tunes could almost be compared to those of Herman's Hermits or the Lovin' Spoonful. But, for some unknown reason this match did not sit well with it's audience and suddenly hundreds of young girls raised on happy thoughts whitnessed a new form of sign language. Jimi raised his extended finger defiantly to those "Davy" screamers and thrust his gutiar into a sea of rosey cheeked faces, eyes wide with the oncomming terror of a deadly flying object rocketed straight for their round, little heads.

(Re-inactment- A girl's eyes wide with terror - cut to a flying gutiar - cut back to girl's eyes wide with terror)

(Comercial break)

When the Monkees returned from their wild tour and overseas partying things were suddenly...not so funny.

During their 2nd season their innocent Monkees hijinks turned sour.

(Interview with Davy, clad in precious stones and a gold smoking jacket, whining about how Peter put seven stitches in his eye but can't continue and breaks down into a bitter babble about money.)

The Monkees was cancled after just two seasons but, just before the end, they made a brilliant yet profoundly misunderstood film, prophetically titled "Head." (Confused pause) Officially a box office disaster, this little gem of a movie has become a cult favorite and, I must say, is great to watch at home with a comforting bottle of hard liquor.

After an even more ill-fated t.v. special, "33 1/3 Revolutions Per Monkee," the group was more or less finished. Peter left, missing the comraderie that they once had, and eventually bottomed out.

(Wonderfully adorable and quirky interview with Peter about his past)

The other three then decided to continue the Monkees and, like a chicken with it's head cut off, flopped around for a while until every last drop was emptied out of it's almost lifeless body, and died.

(Re-inactment- Chicken with it's head cut off)

(Comercial break)

The scene: an MTV dominated society. The time: the mid-1980's. The new "powers that be," headed by a new generation, forged back and like finding a big, fat Ben Franklin in your dirty laundry, resurected the lost tv show. Airing in one continuous showing it imbedded itself in the MTV generation and once again created a demand for the "Pre-fab Four."

(Random interview with Micky)

The tour that followed lasted for what seemed to be...forever. The Monkees involved; Davy, Micky, and Peter began to squabble about ascenine things...did I just say ascenine? (Confused pause) They eventually evacuated the tour.

(Re-enactment: Three pair of feet & legs walking away from each other.)

The sun had set. The moon had risen. The re-birth of The Monkees was over...or was it?

(Comercial break)

The 30th aniversary brought together this once young and spry group of 20 yearolds and proved to the world that they were a young and spry group of 50 year olds. They even created another album together with their most elusive member...Mike Nesmith. It was called "Justus."

(Interview with Davy: "Yeah, 'Justus,' you know...Just-us...you get it? Agh...what am I even doing here talking to you people...? Where's my double expresso? What? What's this? An iced latte?! I said a double expresso you pathetic little wanker! How much are they paying you? You'll never work in this town again! You're after my gold arn't you...yeah, don't deny it...Huh? Oh. We're still rolling...?")

But again bickering got the best of this tour and cut it short as well.

Yes, the tide once again turned. But, is it gone for good? Only time will tell. Only time will tell...

(Cut to a very large, leather-bound book closing)

Please excuse any errors. The point of this was really to poke fun at "E! True Hollywood Story" not The Monkees.