Chapter One: Somewhere Back In Time
One Saturday afternoon, Cindy, Heather, and Jenny were at the mall. It was a usual day; Heather was talking about what happened on yesterday’s episode of Train 48, Jenny was spouting obscure information about The Monkees, and Cindy was trying to remain somewhat sane and stay as far away from the other two as possible.
“…and then Joe came out wearing this blue shirt and he was so hot…” Heather sighed.
“…so then they say… ‘we are standing up’! Ha ha ha! Isn’t that funny, kids?… ” Jenny laughed.
Cindy rolled her eyes, and then noticed a store she’d never seen before. “Hey, I’ve never seen this store before! Let’s check it out…” she said, indicating the storefront.
“Ooh! Look! It’s a monkey!” Heather cried, grabbing a stuffed monkey off the shelf and dancing with it.
“It looks like Cindy!” Jenny said.
“It does not!” Cindy pouted.
Bwaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaack! Cindy and Heather jumped and turned around to see Jenny squeezing a rubber chicken.
“Jenny!” Cindy scolded, looking embarassed.
Suddenly, the room began to spin and they all started flying aound the room and saw pretty colours, much like the beginning of Head, but without music and mermaids and water and drugs (because they are good girls and they don’t do drugs… well, except for Cindy, she’s addicted to lemon meringue pie and she has to get a shot once a month to keep her from going crazy, but there was this one time that she missed her shot and turned into a werewolf and set all the clocks backwards which really caused quite a lot of trouble because Heather was late for her job at the butterfly net factory and she got fired but then she got rehired so, fortunately, it all turned out alright in the end).
“What’s happening?” asked Cindy, beginning to cry.
“It’s the chicken! It’s magic!” cried Heather, gleefully.
“Bwaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaack! Bwaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaack! Bwaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaack!” whined the rubber chicken.
After a few minutes of being caught in a psychedelic tornado, the girls fell to the ground, but they were no longer in the store.
“Oof!” Heather groaned.
“Where are we?” asked Cindy. She took her shoes off and turned them upside down; they were full of sand.
“We’re at the beach!” cried Heather, “Yippie!”
“I’ve got a bad feeling about this… there’s something about this place that doesn’t seem quite right… ” Cindy noted, surveying the area cautiously.
“You mean besides the fact that you were wearing your shoes and not moving the entire time, and yet you still managed to get a shoeful of sand in your shoe?” asked Heather.
“You’re right, this place seems… strangely familiar… I, wait… GASP!” gasped Jenny, who was suddenly feeling quite dizzy.
“What? Where are we?” asked Heather.
They heard footsteps coming towards them. There was a young man wearing a blue shirt with not seven, not nine, but eight buttons, behind them.
“Oh… my…” muttered Jenny and fainted.
“Wot’s with ’er?” the man asked indicating the girl on the ground.
“She’s just… weird…” said Cindy, “Who are you?”
“Who, who? Who, who?” demanded Heather.
“Wot? Who am I? Yer the ones at my ’ouse!” he said, folding his arms and glaring at the intruders. He was obviously not ’appy… uh, happy.
Suddenly, a blonde man wearing the same uniform as the first came from the house and called to his friend. “Hey, Davy! Are these your new girlfriends?”
The first man rolled his eyes. “No, Petah! I don’t know who they are!”
“What’s with her?” the second man asked, indicating Jenny, who was still lying on the ground. The others shrugged. Peter looked up from the girl on the ground to Cindy and Heather. “Is she with you?” he asked, concerned.
“Yeah, that’s Jenny,” said Cindy. “She’s a little… strange…”
“Well, a lot strange…” Cindy corrected.
“I’m Peter, and this is my friend Davy,” said the blonde man, extending his hand to the two conscious girls (well, actually, both his hands, since it’s kind of hard to shake hands with two people at the same time while using only one hand—I should know).
“I’m Heather and this is Cindy,” said Heather, shaking his hand.
“Nice to meet you. Why don’t you all come inside the pad? It’s too hot to stay out here all day, and it must not be good for your friend. Mike will know what to do,” said Peter. “C’mon, Davy, help me get her inside.”
Heather stopped suddenly as she put it all together. “Wait, aren’t you guys The… Monkees?”
“So you’ve heard of us!” Peter grinned proudly.
“Uh, yeah, would you excuse us for a second?” asked Heather, dragging Cindy towards her. The guys went ahead leaving Cindy and Heather alone. “Cindy, how did we get here? We must be in the sixties, ’cause they look, like, not old and wrinkly and gross! Well, I mean, they always were gross, but… but… that’s not possible!”
“I don’t know what happened…” said Cindy, biting her lip.
“Come on, you’re supposed to be the smart one! You’ve got to know what happened!”
“I don’t know! This is so weird!” said Cindy, trying to think of an explanation. Suddenly, they hear a yelp come from the direction of the house.
“Petah! Watch where you’re goin’! You almost killed the poor girl!” cried Davy. Heather and Cindy ran up to the others to find Davy yelling at Peter, Jenny awake and rubbing her eyes, and Peter crying.
“I’m sorry, Davy! I didn’t mean to!” Peter sobbed.
“I’m not the one you should be apologizin’ to,” Davy pointed out.
“Oh, right, sorry, uh… what was your name again?” Peter asked Jenny.
“Uh… umm… uh… I… uh…” Jenny stuttered, holding her head.
“Jenny!” yelled both Cindy and Heather.
“Right, sorry, Jenny,” said Peter.
“Er… uh… it’s okay…” said Jenny, still dazed.
Then there came a yell from inside the pad. “Hey now, wait just a minute, what’s all that commotion out there?”
Jenny’s eyes widened—it had to be Mike. She scrambled up from the ground and grabbed the other two girls. She knew she would faint again if she saw him. Who knows what Davy and Peter thought of her? She didn’t need everyone else
thinking knowing she was insane. “Uh… we’ve got to go…” she said, rushing off in the opposite direction. Heather and Cindy looked at The Monkees, shrugged, and ran off after her.
About five miles away, Cindy asked “What was that all about?”
Jenny finally stopped to catch her breath, satisfied that they were out of earshot of The Monkees. “We need to figure out what’s happening here,” she said, “before they all think we’re crazy.”
Heather laughed. “No, they’ll only think you’re crazy! We aren’t the ones fainting every five seconds!”
“Argh! Shut up!” Jenny yelled. “Now, what are we going to do?”
“Geez, Jenny, calm down!” cried Heather, then thought for a moment and giggled. “Man, Davy sure is short! Shorter than Cindy! Hee hee!”
Jenny took a deep breath. “Right, you guys stay here, I’ll be back soon,” she said and walked off.
“Er… okay,” said Cindy, but Jenny had already left. The other girls decided to wait on the beach until Jenny came back.
Meanwhile, Heather was becoming frustrated. Finally, she got up from her spot on the sand and yelled “Why, Cindy? Whyyyyy?!?”
Cindy, frightened by her sudden outburst asked what was wrong.
“What’s wrong?” asked Cindy.
“Why did we come here, to see The Monkees?” she asked with disgust. “Why not on Train 48? Why? Or to see Claaaay?”
“Well Jenny is the one writing the story,” Cindy told her, matter-of-factly.
Heather gave her an odd look, but hey, Cindy could be weird sometimes, so she decided to ignore her for the time being.
After about ten minutes, Jenny returned, after a long and soulful journey. She decided they would go back to the pad. What a good idea.
“Finally! What took you so long?” asked Cindy when she saw Jenny approaching. Then she whispered to her, “Heather was starting to get hyper, I’m afraid she’ll go crazy or something.”
Jenny laughed nervously. “Okay, here’s my plan…” she said, then suddenly they found themselves in front of the pad’s door.
Cindy knocked on the door, and moments later, the door swung open. Standing at the door was a man with curly brown hair and a goofy grin on his face.
“Hiya!” he said, “And who might you be?” When he received no answer, he squinted at the strangers. “Uh… hello?” he asked, “Cat got your tounge? Ahah?”
Jenny took a deep breath, realizing this was not the kind of impression she wanted to make and quickly introduced herself.
“Ohh, so you’re the ones who were on the beach earlier, right? I saw you from the window,” he said. He turned back to the house and yelled, “Hey, Pete! Come here, Pete!” Peter hurried to the door and smiled when he saw the girls.
“How are you feeling?” he asked Jenny.
“Uh… okay, I guess… I think it was just too hot out… or, er, something was…” she said, embarrassed, but smiled at her own unintentional joke.
“That’s good. I see you guys have met Micky,” he said, indicating the drummer.
The girls nodded once again, still none of them wanting to speak. Peter invited them inside, where they saw all The Monkees together for the first time. They all shook hands and introduced each other.
“Why don’t you girls stay for supper?” asked Micky.
“Sure!” said Heather, who had hardly spoken the whole time. Cindy looked at her oddly and wondered why she had accepted the invitation so quickly, though she didn’t think much of it since, hey, Heather could be weird sometimes.
“Groovy!” said Micky, who ran over to the kitchen and began looking through the cupboards. After a few moments, he frowned. “We don’t have that much left… only some old cereal and cream of root beer soup. Sorry.”
“Uh, that’s okay, we can go out somewhere,” suggested Heather, who once again received a confused look from Cindy.
“Yeah, that’s a great idea!” said Jenny, glad and rather surprised that Heather wasn’t trying to run away from the pad.
So, they all went out to a restaurant, where The Monkees insisted that they pay, even though they were way behind on their rent for Mr. Babbitt. Just as they were beginning to leave, the girls realized they still didn’t have a place to stay, and it was getting dark out.
“Well, ah s’ppose you could stay with us,” suggested Mike. “We could set up a bedroom in the living room for you to stay in.”
“Wow! Are you sure?” asked Jenny. Mike nodded, so she grinned goofily and thanked him. The group started back to the pad.
Heather lingered behind the rest of the group, trying to make sense of what was going through her mind. “Geez, I’m turning into Jenny!” she thought, “I can’t like a Monkee!”
[collective gasp from audience]
Chapter 2: Hello Cindyrella
Finally, the group reached The Monkees pad. Davy immediately ran to the facilities to check his hair, and the rest of The Monkees started looking around for spare pillows and blankets. Jenny examined every little detail of the house. Cindy was bouncing around the house since she had eaten a super sugary dessert. Heather was sitting on the couch, staring into space, trying to figure out what to do.
“Hey, shotgun, what’s wrong?” asked Mike, sitting down beside Heather. Jenny, who was looking out at the beach, turned around abruptly and scowled at Heather.
“Nothing, never mind,” she said, getting up. Mike shrugged and continued making the beds.
“Heeheeheehee! Woooooooooooo!” cried Cindy still running around.
Jenny approached Mike nervously. “Hey, uh, Mike… do you think you guys could, like, play a few songs, maybe, if you have time, but if you don’tthenthat’sokay…?”
“Sure, shotgun!” he smiled, then called to his roommates. “Guys, let’s play a few songs for the girls, what you say?” The others agreed and they all grabbed their instruments.
“Hey, someone’s missing,” said Peter, counting The Monkees and only counting three each time.
“Yeah, it’s Davy!” said Micky.
“He’s gone!” the three Monkees and Jenny cried.
The Monkees turned to her, confused. “Hey, how did you know to do that?” asked Peter. Jenny shrugged. Heather and Cindy rolled their eyes.
Suddenly, Davy burst out of the bathroom. “Wha? Who’s gone?”
“You’re gone, Davy!” Peter told him.
“Wha? You’re crackers, you’re all crackers…” mumbled Davy.
“Forget it, man, let’s play a few songs,” Mike told him, indicating Davy’s tambourine. Davy picked it up and they started into “I’m a Believer”.
When they had finished, the girls applauded and then they played “Sweet Young Thing”, “Your Auntie Grizelda”, and “I Wanna Be Free”, conveniently showing off either of the Monkees vocal skills. As soon as they finished, Cindy started bouncing around again and Jenny ran up to the band to check out the instruments. She was trying to learn to play the guitar and was hoping she could get one of The Monkees to teach her how… maybe even Mike! Tee hee! Heather continued sitting and sighed.
Micky approached her. “Hey, what’s up?” he asked.
“Uh, uh, nothing…” said Heather, looking down at her hands. Davy came over to them.
“Hey,” he said, sitting down, “wha’ you cats talkin’ ’bout?” Heather continued to look down at her hands.
“My generation,” Micky replied. The faraway, big-eared Jenny frowned at the yet another awkward and obvious non-Monkee reference which had no place in this story.
Micky smiled at Heather. Hoping to get her to talk, he asked, “Did you like the songs?”
Heather realized she must look like a fool, so she answered, “Yeah! You guys were great! Uh, I really liked that one song you sang, that first one… uh…”
“I’m a Believer,” Micky supplied happily.
“Yeah, that’s the one…” Heather said, blushing, and looked down once again.
Davy then pulled Micky aside, “Just a minute,” he told Heather.
“’Ey, man,” he said, nudging Micky, “she likes you!” Davy indicated Heather.
“What?” Micky asked, surprised.
“Yeah! I mean, all the signs are there, you could almost see the stars in ’er eyes!”
“Groovy!” Micky said, he had thought that there was something special about her. He walked back over to Heather and sat down. Meanwhile, Cindy was still bouncing around (“Well, now we know, no more sugar for her!” Mike remarked later) and Jenny was talking with Mike and Peter about their guitars.
“Wow, that is like such a totally like smashing groovy gear fab boss guitar!” Jenny said, “uh, Mike, you think that you could maybe… uh, show me how to play, maybe, maybe?” she asked.
“Why, sure, shotgun!” he said, “C’mon, ah’ll show you how.” Jenny grinned goofily.
Peter began to tune his guitar, but stopped after awhile and watched Cindy going crazy.
“Weeeeeeeheeeeeheeeeeeheeeee!” she yelled. She ran upstairs and slid down the banister and laughed, then repeated the process over and over… crimson and clover… over and over… and over…
Peter sighed, then went over to talk to Davy. “Hey, man, what should you do when you like a girl?” he asked him.
Davy chuckled, then said “Well, ya don’t steal ’er picture, that’s for sure!” remembering one time when Peter had fallen in love with a girl named Valleri and stole her portrait.
Peter frowned, expecting more of an answer, so Davy asked, “And who’s this girl that you like?” The bassist looked around to make sure no one was listening, then whispered, “Cindy.”
“Ooh!” cried Davy. “Listen, I’ll go an’ talk to ’er, okay?”
Peter shook his head and then said, “No, Davy, I’ll talk to her myself.” Davy shrugged and then walked back to the john—uh, comfort room—to check his hair again. Peter walked over to the stairs and tried to get Cindy to calm down.
“Hey, uh, Cindy?” he asked.
“Uh… I was wondering if uh… you wanted to uh… go down to the beach with me?” he asked.
Cindy’s eyes widened. Peter was asking her to go down to the beach with him!
“That’s what I just said!” Peter told her.
“Sure!” Cindy replied, and she went out to the beach with him.
Meanwhile, Heather and Micky were deeply involved in a conversation about something or other, as were Mike and Jenny, as were Davy and his reflection.
After two minutes or so, Cindy and Peter ran into the pad.
“Guess what?!” Cindy cried, jumping around.
Everyone turned around watching Cindy and Peter.
“Congratulate me, girls! I’m engaged!” Cindy announced.
“WHAT?!” everyone yelled, jumping up from their seats. “You must be joking!”
“It’s true!” Peter nodded.
“Wow, awesome!” They all congratulated the new couple.
Micky cleared his throat then announced, “Well, I guess this is a good time…” he said, getting down on one knee. Heather gasped.
“Heather, would you do me the honour… of going out with me?” he asked.
Heather let out the breath she was holding, then smiled. “Yes, of course!” and hugged Micky.
The two couples smiled, then looked at Jenny and Mike. “Well, go on!” said Micky.
Now it was Mike’s turn to look at Jenny nervously. “I uh… Jen… uh… would you… ah…” he began to say, scratching his head and looking at his feet.
“Yes! I will go out with you, Mike!” Jenny cried, and jumped into Mike’s arms, causing him to almost fall down. But he didn’t. Luckily. Because that would just be rude.
Mike scratched his head. “Oh, ah, I was just gonna ask you if you would loan me ten bucks… boy, this is awkward…”
Jenny frowned. “I… I understand…” Then she cried. A lot.
“No, no, no! I was jus’ kiddin’!” Mike gave her a hug. Jenny resumed grinning goofily. She was beginning to get that look permanently.
With that, the group began to cheer and started dancing around.
“Well, now,” said Davy, sitting on the couch and crossing his arms, “Isn’t that nice, yes?” He glared at the others.
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door.
“Ah, that must be Mr. Babbitt,” said Mike, grabbing his hat from where it had fallen on the floor during all that crazy dancing, and starting towards the door. He opened the door and everyone peered outside to see who the visitor was.
“What? Who is it?” asked Peter, confused.
“…Mark!” she cried.
Chapter 3: Forget That Girl
“What? Who’s—what’s this thing about this Mark guy?” asked Micky, pointing his thumb towards the stranger.
“I’ve come to take my wife with me,” said Mark, indicating Cindy, who had fainted.
“Your wife?” asked Peter, starting to cry.
“Aww, it’s alright Pete, don’t cry…” said Micky, patting him on the back.
“Oh, Cindy, please, wake up, it’s me, honey…” said Mark, kneeling beside her on the floor.
After a few minutes, Cindy woke up. Peter ran to Cindy immediately.
“Cindy? Are you okay? Who is this?” he asked her.
“I… er… I’m really sorry Peter, I can explain…” she said. “You see, one day, I went to the bar with Heather’s drinking friend, Winonah, and well, I guess we had a few too many that night… I thought it was all right, I really thought it was all right… but then when I went to school the next day, I saw Mark and we went and cut class and flew to Vegas and got married! Oh, Peter, I’m really sorry…” she told him, taking his hand.
“No! It wasn’t like that at all!” Mark cried.
“Aw, get outta here, Mark!” Cindy told him.
“What? I’ve only had like five lines!” he complained. “I’m a good actor; I got the lead in the school play! Here, watch me act!” Mark started running around and acting. “See? Acting! La la la!”
Then, the door swung open again.
“NOOO! He can’t leave! I haven’t been able to marry him yet!” cried the newcomer as she flung herself at Mark. It was Alison, one of the girls’ friends.
“Uh oh…” muttered Mark, trying to dodge Alison.
“MARK! MARK! MARK! MARK! MAAAARK!” Alison yelled, running after him.
“Alison, listen,” said Jenny, taking her aside, “just calm down for a min—”
“Alison! Shut up or you can’t marry Mark!”
“Good. Now, I need you to go and talk to Davy, because he’s gonna get mad if someone doesn’t go out with him.”
“What?! Ewwww! Him? UGG-OH!”
“Hey! Remember what I said about Mark?”
“Good, now go and do what I told you,” Jenny said, and returned to the group.
“Cindy, I love you! Please, come back and live with me!” Mark said.
“No, Mark, I’m getting a divorce and that’s final!” Cindy yelled, stomping her foot.
“Cindy, I’m not getting a divorce! I love you!”
“Wait, wait, wait… I hardly see how this is an issue as I highly doubt that this marriage is actually legal,” Jenny interrupted.
“Umm… well, you see…” Cindy laughed nervously and blushed. The other girls looked at her wide-eyed.
“CINDY! I HATE YOU!” Alison screamed, lunging at Cindy. Mike and Micky held her back as Mark grinned.
“Alright, that’s it!” said Peter, rolling up his sleeves. The rest of the group gasped; Peter was normally very non-violent.
“Get out of our house, now!” Peter cried.
“Never!” Mark cried.
“…please?” Peter asked.
“Nooooo!” cried Alison. “Don’t hurt my poor Marky baby!”
Mark’s eyes lit up. “Marky baby?” he repeated, dreamily. “No one’s ever called me that before… Alison… I think I love you!” And that caused Alison to faint. And Mark started his musical number.
“Baaa ba-ba ba, ba-ba ba-ba BA, baaa ba-ba ba BAAAAAAAAA!” sang everyone.
Mark jumped in front of the camera and started wailing. “I think I love you! So what am I so afraid of? I’m afraid that I’m not sure of, a love there is no cure for!”
“Geez, wake up, Alison!” said Davy, “I was just starting to fall in love with you!” And that caused Alison to wake up, and scramble away from Davy.
She jumped into Mark’s arms which caused him to fall over. “Well, uh, I guess we better go,” said Mark.
“Yeah!” said Alison, happily, “Can we get married right now?”
“Why, sure babe, let’s go!” he said kissing her on the cheek, and carrying her out the door. But her head banged into the wall, so they had to stop by the corner store to get a bandage.
“Phew, I’m glad that’s over!” said Peter, who hugged Cindy. “Now, no more marrying other guys, you hear?” Cindy nodded obediently.
“Now what?” asked Heather.
“Well, I guess we could all go down to the beach,” suggested Mike, to which everyone agreed. Once again, there was a knock at the door.
Mike opened the door to find Alison and Mark there. “Uh, we don’t know where to go to get married…” said Alison.
“Well, that can wait, can’t it?” suggested Micky. “Why don’t you come down to the beach with the rest of us?” to which the two lovebirds agreed.
They all went out the back door of the pad and down to the beach. The group all went into the water and splashed around for awhile until yet ANOTHER person came to the beach that day.
“I was hoping someone could please escort me to the movie theatre,” said the man.
“That’s an in-joke, you know,” Jenny said, turning to the camera.
“It’s Mr. Skinner!” cried Alison.
“Aw… you didn’t marry him too, did you?” Peter asked Cindy, but Cindy didn’t reply.
“…Cindy married Mr. Skinner!!!” Heather screeched. Cindy lunged at her.
“I did not!” she cried through clenched teeth.
“Hey! Can I go swimming too?” asked Mr. Skinner, “I’ve got my bathing suit!” he said, holding the suit up for them to see.
“NO!!!” they all cried, covering their eyes. The man shrugged and left.
Later, the three girls, Heather, Cindy, and Jenny stayed at the pad with The Monkees, and Mark and Alison found a hotel room and made arrangements for a wedding.
The next day, Cindy and Peter made arrangements for their wedding as well, and Micky and Heather went down to the beach, and Mike and Jenny out to see a movie.
And poor Davy was stuck all alone at home with Mr. Schneider.
“Ey, man, why doesn’t Alison like me?” he asked the wooden dummy and pulled the string on his back.
“It is better to have loved and lost then to never have loved at all,” the dummy said.
“Ah, you’re a great ’elp,” Davy said, sarcastically.
Just then, Alison burst through the front door.
“Davy, listen, I’m really sorry. It was all wrong with Mark. I should’ve stayed with you from the beginning. I’m sorry,” she told him. “Please!” she begged, “Will you go out with me?”
“Why, o’ course luv!” he told her. And with that, they both skipped happily down to the beach joining Micky and Heather, announcing their newfound love for each other.
“Hey, that’s great, man!” said Micky, “Now everyone is happy!”
After an hour or so, they all went back to the pad where they had left Cindy and Peter earlier, and Jenny and Mike returned soon after.
“How was your day?” Peter asked.
“Great!” the two replied. “We ate cheese.” They giggled.
“I find those last two lines unnecessary,” said Cindy.
“Huh? What do you mean?” asked Jenny.
“Well, what do they contribute to the story?”
“Oh, they contribute a lot. Those are some very important lines there,” Jenny informed her.
“Yeah? How so?” asked Cindy.
“That’s for me to know and for you to find out. Now, on with the story…”
Then, once again, there was another knock at the door. Micky answered the door, “Hello?”
Now it was Heather’s turn to faint, the visitor was Mr. Skinner, who had come to tell everyone about their secret marriage last summer in Hawaii… no, no, sorry, just kidding. No, really, it was Joe from Train 48! He ran over to Heather and kissed her.
“Hey, what are you doing?” Micky asked Joe. “She’s MY girlfriend!”
“Oh yeah?” Joe sneered.
“Are you challenging me?” Micky cried.
“Well, she’s MY girlfriend!”
“Oh, okay, that’s cool,” Joe said, shrugging.
“Yeah, thanks…” Micky said.
Then Joe left. Yes, now wasn’t that a nice little cameo? Yes.
“Hey! I’ve got an idea!” said Jenny.
“Me too!” said Mike, “Let’s kiss!”
“No, I mean, well, okay…” Jenny giggled, and so Mike kissed her. “Anyways, like I was saying, why don’t we all go down to the beach and then you guys can play a song and we can all dance around and then we’ll all be happy!”
“A romp, you mean?” asked Micky.
“Exactly!” said Jenny.
[ cut to beach, background music “You Just May Be The One”, group dances and romps around like suggested ]
“Wow, that was fun!” said Cindy. “Let’s do it again!”
[ cut to beach, background music “Last Train to Clarksville”, group dances and romps around like suggested ]
Then, suddenly, they all see pretty colours and the whole group (including The Monkees) are back in the store.
Bwaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaack! cries the chicken.
Then the chicken comes alive and eats everyone. And they all party and romp around in the chicken’s stomach for the rest of their lives. And Snoopy makes a surprise cameo. Yay!
How did Alison arrive in the sixties? Was Cindy telling the truth about her marriage to Mark? Why is there a quote from A Hard Day’s Night in a Monkees story? Did Heather marry Mr. Skinner? How could one little rubber chicken eat eight big people? And what does eating cheese have to do with anything? The answer to all of these is… who cares? But hey, you may figure it out by reading the sequel to Laugh, Laugh 2. But, most likely, you won’t.