The next day, Crystal had come over right before Cat-time and was sitting eating poundcake while Mike was standing by the window looking through a mirror.
"Ah, so, what's it like to be an animal at night, huh Crystal?" asked Mike politely.
Crystal didn't mind. "Oh, its okay. Its just big dogs like to chase me and people freak out..." said Crystal.
"OH, man that's horrible! We'll have to figure out a way to change you back!" said Mike. Mike was clucking with sympathy when he felt somewhat electrified.
"WHAT was that!?" he asked in horror. Crystal and Davy looked at him oddly.
"Don't do that Mike!" said Davy.
"But.. I just felt like something zapped me!" said Mike looking around.
Davy and Crystal shrugged. "We didn't see anything.... but um. maybe you should come away from the window.." they suggested. Mike did so and Crystal asked them to turn their backs as she was turning into a cat. Mike and Davy politely acquiesced and went to find some more poundcake.
Suddenly Davy emitted a high pitched laughy screech.
"WHAT!?" said Mike, covering his ears.
"YOU! You..you...yoooouu--you---!!" said Davy with a funky look on his cute little face.
"WHAT!?" said Mike.
"OMIGOSH!" said Micky who had just slid down the steps and come to a full stop in front of Mike. "THERE'S A GIANT CHICKEN WITH MIKE'S HAT ON!" he screeched.
"It's...it's.... it's...." said Davy.
"Spit it out man!" said Micky.
"ITS MIIIIKKKEEE!" Davy whined and fainted.
"Mike, I know you want to save the Texas Prairie Chicken and all, but don't you think this is taking it a little far?" asked Micky with a straight face and then collapsed onto the ground in a rolly giggly mess.
Suddenly he bolted upright and rubbed his neck. "Ow..." he said. He shrugged it off and began to roll again, Mike looking highly irate.
"Um.. Micky... MICKY?? MIIIICCCKKKYYY!!!" shouted Mike.
"Yo?" said Micky, wiping the tears from his eyes and sitting up.
"Maybe you ought to look in the mirror..." said Mike.
In the mirror Micky beheld a rather bewildered looking parrot.
"HUH!?" said Micky, not comprehending.
"Its YOU dumb-dumb!" said Mike.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHOUUGHGHGH!" said Micky. "I'M A PARROT!!!!!!"
Davy had since woken up and watched Micky change into a parrot before his very eyes and had sat there shocked, but now he was a bit taken by the whole proceedings.
"Hey hey. you guys.. you're like.. birds! BWAHAHAH!" said Davy and rolled around a little. Suddenly he grabbed his tush, let out a little shriek and ran around the room. By the time he was done he was a giant chipmunk.
"AHAHA he's still short!" said Micky, munching on some crackers.
"Quiet you!" said Davy a bit forlorn.
Meanwhile, Peter had just come down from upstairs and was surveying the menagerie of odd looking animals. Crystal looked stunned, and Micky and Davy were going at it tooth and talon, while Mike was plucking feathers from his hat.
"I can't play with these wings!" he whined irritably, as Davy and Micky pummeled on. "HEY! QUIIIT IT!" shouted Mike and they stopped and moped.
"Oh, wow! That's neat! How did you guys do thaaaaattttough!" said Peter.
"Thaaatttough?" repeated Davy. "What's that mean?"
"It means he's a giant rabbit!" said Micky laughing again.
"You dumb loudmouthed parrot!" said Mike and clipped him behind the head.
"Ouch Mike!" said Micky irritably and sat down.
"I think I'm a hare." said Peter, perfectly calm.
"Oh, we're all animals and he's debating whether he's a rabbit or a hare!" said Mike, making funky chicken faces at his hat.
"Well there IS a difference you know!" Peter said with his paws on his hips.
Mike looked like he was about to say something when suddenly they heard a familiar e-vile cackling.
"I should have known!" Sobbed Crystal. "It's Glick, he's getting back at all of you for trying to help me! I'm so sorry!" She cried some more and Peter hopped over to her to comfort her.
"It's okay Crystal, its not your fault, I think being a hare is kinda groovy." Peter smiled at her.
"Your a rabbit Pete, and speak for yourself man, not only do I not want to be a parrot but I didn't have ANYTHING to do with you two helping out Crystal!" Micky wined.
Mike smacked him upside the head again. "Your makin her feel worse man." He turned to Crystal and said sympathetically, "It's not your fault Crystal, it's that e-vile Glick, we never should have let him go."
Micky rubbed the back of his head with his wing and shot Mike a few dozen dirty looks.
"Hey, helloooo, can anyone hear me?!" Davy squeaked.
"What?!" Shouted Micky, still in a bad mood and having quite a terrible headache.
"I dunno, I just felt left out. I'm so small nobody is noticing me." Davy pouted.
"Davy, your the same size you always were, you are just short to begin with." Peter pointed out, not meaning any harm.
Davy ignored him and scampered off to eat some leftover poundcake, which chipmunks happen to love.
"Well, the question now is, what are we gonna do about all this?" Micky said, starting to think clearly again... well as clearly as Micky ever thinks anyway.
"I don't think there's much we CAN do man." Said Mike, giving up on tryin to get the feathers out of his hat. "We tried to get Glick to reverse it with Crystal and he didn't know how, so I doubt we can do much about what we are lookin like."
"But Mike, what are we gonna do, we play a lot of night gigs, we cant play our instruments like this, much less go out in public!" Micky said with a pathetic look on his beak. Peter sighed. "Now what?"
Davy shrugged, his mouth full of poundcake.
Mike pecked up some crumbs and made a face. "Ugh, stale cheese!" he announced.
Crystal was contentedly cleaning herself on the couch, while Peter was brushing his ears with his paws.
"What are you guys doing?" asked Micky, just as he subconsciously started to preen his feathers.
"Same thing you are!" said Peter.
Micky made a face and stopped, but was at it again 5 minutes later.
Mike was clucking around, puffing out his chest feathers and waggling around his cockscomb.
"You guys look funny." said Davy who was the only one not doing something remotely animalish.
"Why aren't YOU doing anything like this!?" asked Micky.
"I dunno.. but I have this strong urge to stuff things in my cheeks...." said Davy with a worried face.
Mike stared at him and began to roll around laughing.
"Humph!" said Davy who had several walnuts in his mouth already.
"So do you always act like an animal when you are one, Crystal?" asked Peter.
"I think.. its more of a instinctive thing I think... but I've never turned completely into an animal. Just do little animalistic things.."
"Oh man I hate this!" said Mike, smoothing out his feathers and clamping his hat down firmly on his cockscomb.
"Hey that reminds me of your hair!" said Micky.
"So? You four all have hair hair! Its ridiculous looking!" said Mike in a huffy tone.
"Uh.. so do you..." said Peter.
Mike felt the back of his head. "Oh shoot.." he sighed and clucked about a bit, rummaging in the fridge for a Coke. Micky, meanwhile, had polished off the crackers and was gnawing at an ear of corn.
"Where did you get that!?" asked Mike.
"I don't know but..." said Micky, but Mike had snatched it and was pecking at it with a vengeance.
"GUYS! We have to DO something!" said Davy, but no one could understand him with his mouth full of walnuts.
"Davy, take those out of there!" said Micky. Davy spit them out and repeated.
"Talk, spit, repeat." said Mike absently, in between pecks.
"WHAT!?" said Crystal.
"Oh, I dunno..." said Mike, scratching his head. He shrugged, noticed the corn as if for the first time and threw it out with a loud "BLECK!
Micky scrambled after the discarded ear of corn.
Peter finally sat up straight on the couch and stopped playing with his ears. "Davys right, we HAVE to do SOMETHING!" Peter said, slightly upset by the thought of not getting to be a hare anymore.
"Well, there isn't much we can do Pete, I mean we can't just change back." Mike said, practically reading his mind.
"Well what do we do then?" Asked an exasperated Davy.
"I dunno, I guess we get used to playing our instruments with wings and paws." Said Mike with a frown.
"Greeeeeeeeaaaaaat!" Said Micky sarcastically.
"Don't do that." Davy said to Micky then turned back to Mike. "But we can't go out to our gigs looking like this, people would STARE!"
"Ya think?" Said Micky sarcastically again.
Mike made as if to cuff him again and Micky freaked out and started squawking. When he finally calmed down everybody seemed much shorter.
"Hey, what did you guys do?" He asked, slightly scared.
"WE didn't do anything Mick," Said Davy, "YOU flew up to the top of the railing!"
Micky looked down at his talons and gasped, he was sitting, or rather, perching, on the top of the stair railing.
"ACK!" He squawked, and fainted, falling head first toward the floor.
"I got him, I got him" All three Monkees screeched, racing around under Micky.
Micky managed to land on top of all three of them and they broke his fall nicely.
"You got him all right." Crystal said from the couch with a giggle.
Micky slowly woke up as the others crawled out from under him with grunts groans and squawks.
"What on EARTH did you faint for?" Davy asked, nursing a sore foot.
"Um... I'm scared of heights..." Micky said sheepishly.
"Great, a parrot that's scared of heights, what's next?" Davy asked.
"Next? Well I guess that would be a parrot that plays drums and a chipmunk that sings!" Said Mike "We gotta practice guys, we have a gig in a week we haven't prepared for at all!"
"Well," Said Peter happily, "At least its a Halloween dance!"