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December 21st: 'PoGONE' [The Monkees]
Title: 'PoGONE'
Fandom: The Monkees
Characters: Mike Nesmith, Micky Dolenz, Davy Jones, Peter Tork, Original character
Rating: G
Notes: Crossposted towhatif_au
Scene: The North Pole. We find ourselves looking in on Santa's workshop. Head Elf Mike is walking among the workbenches with a clipboard, checking items off as he goes.
Mike: Well, here it is, just a few days 'till Christmas. Looks like things're comin' along fine, here. We should be just about done by Santa's trip around the world. Would'ja look at all these pretty dolls, and nice hobby horses? Kiddie cars...yo-yos, jacks, board games...blocks...sure is gonna be hard, packin' all this stuff into Santa's bag. And just look at all those fancy pogo sticks! If it's possible for a pogo stick to be fancy, then these babies fit the bill.
(Elf Micky enters, dragging a pogo stick. he looks somewhat glum)
Micky: Hey, Head Elf! I'm just coming from the random-sample tests. We've got a problem with the pogo sticks.
Mike: Oh, yeah? What seems to be the trouble?
Micky: All their springs are sprung! Just watch. (he climbs onto the pogo stick. one hop, and he's flat on his fanny on the floor) See what I mean? (he gets back up) There'll be a lot of disappointed little kids, if we can't get these fixed on time for Christmas Day.
Mike: (setting his clipboard aside, and taking the pogo stick. he examines it, bouncing it against the floor, with no result) Yeah, I see. These pogos are pogone.
Micky: (briefly breaking character) That was a rotten joke, Mike.
Mike: (ditto) Yeah, well, blame the author. She's got one doozy of a sense of humor. Kinda wacky, that chick.
(behind them, a window opens, and a bespectacled blonde Woman leans in)
Woman: (throwing a snowball at Mike) Hey! I resent that!
Mike: Yeowch! What the heck?! (he spots the Woman) Oh, so it's you. What right've you got to go and resent a thing like that? You just upstaged your own darned story!
Micky: Who the heck are you, lady?
Woman/Author: I'm the writer, you goofball! Who did you think I was? Frosty the Snowman?! I'm the author of this little sketch!
Micky: (mildly scornful) Some sketch. The whole thing kinda fell apart.
Author: You're my favorite, and I love you, but don't push me, Micky. I may be wacky, like Mike said, but I'm feisty. I could turn you into a talking radish, if I wanted to. Or a penguin in a Christmas sweater. Gosh, I could even turn you into a snow globe, if I felt like it. Would you rather be an elf, or a snow globe?
Micky: (meekly) An elf, please. Especially since I'm already in the costume.
Mike: Whew. Maybe now we can all get back on track. Say, Miss Author, what can we do about these faulty pogo sticks?
Author: Send them to Santa's repair shop.
Micky: Does Santa Claus have a repair shop?
Author: (warningly) Did I suggest that Santa has a repair shop?
Mike and Micky: (simultaneously) He's got a repair shop.
Author: There. Problem solved. See you later, guys; I've got a sketch to finish. It shouldn't take too long. (she leaves the window)
Mike: (back in character) Well, my fellow elf, there's only one thing to do about these pogo sticks: Send 'em to Santa's repair shop. (he presses a buzzer on one of the work benches) That's funny. I coulda sworn that buzzer wasn't there a moment ago.
(Davy and Peter enter, pulling a cart along with them)
Davy: Repair Shop Elves Davy and Peter reporting in! We understand that there are some defective pogo sticks that we need to take charge of.
Micky: (skeptical, not entirely back in character, yet) Repair Shop Elves, huh? How long have you two had that job, anyway?
Peter: Since the author came up with it about a minute ago.
Micky: (smugly) I thought so. (a snowball comes flying through the still open window, catching Micky squarely in the back of the head) Ow! Darn that author chick! That wasn't very nice! She said I was her favorite, too! She has a funny way of showing it.
Mike: Well, she did also say she was feisty. Got good aim, too.
Micky: Yeah. Just my darned luck.
Fandom: The Monkees
Characters: Mike Nesmith, Micky Dolenz, Davy Jones, Peter Tork, Original character
Rating: G
Notes: Crossposted to
whatif_auScene: The North Pole. We find ourselves looking in on Santa's workshop. Head Elf Mike is walking among the workbenches with a clipboard, checking items off as he goes.
Mike: Well, here it is, just a few days 'till Christmas. Looks like things're comin' along fine, here. We should be just about done by Santa's trip around the world. Would'ja look at all these pretty dolls, and nice hobby horses? Kiddie cars...yo-yos, jacks, board games...blocks...sure is gonna be hard, packin' all this stuff into Santa's bag. And just look at all those fancy pogo sticks! If it's possible for a pogo stick to be fancy, then these babies fit the bill.
(Elf Micky enters, dragging a pogo stick. he looks somewhat glum)
Micky: Hey, Head Elf! I'm just coming from the random-sample tests. We've got a problem with the pogo sticks.
Mike: Oh, yeah? What seems to be the trouble?
Micky: All their springs are sprung! Just watch. (he climbs onto the pogo stick. one hop, and he's flat on his fanny on the floor) See what I mean? (he gets back up) There'll be a lot of disappointed little kids, if we can't get these fixed on time for Christmas Day.
Mike: (setting his clipboard aside, and taking the pogo stick. he examines it, bouncing it against the floor, with no result) Yeah, I see. These pogos are pogone.
Micky: (briefly breaking character) That was a rotten joke, Mike.
Mike: (ditto) Yeah, well, blame the author. She's got one doozy of a sense of humor. Kinda wacky, that chick.
(behind them, a window opens, and a bespectacled blonde Woman leans in)
Woman: (throwing a snowball at Mike) Hey! I resent that!
Mike: Yeowch! What the heck?! (he spots the Woman) Oh, so it's you. What right've you got to go and resent a thing like that? You just upstaged your own darned story!
Micky: Who the heck are you, lady?
Woman/Author: I'm the writer, you goofball! Who did you think I was? Frosty the Snowman?! I'm the author of this little sketch!
Micky: (mildly scornful) Some sketch. The whole thing kinda fell apart.
Author: You're my favorite, and I love you, but don't push me, Micky. I may be wacky, like Mike said, but I'm feisty. I could turn you into a talking radish, if I wanted to. Or a penguin in a Christmas sweater. Gosh, I could even turn you into a snow globe, if I felt like it. Would you rather be an elf, or a snow globe?
Micky: (meekly) An elf, please. Especially since I'm already in the costume.
Mike: Whew. Maybe now we can all get back on track. Say, Miss Author, what can we do about these faulty pogo sticks?
Author: Send them to Santa's repair shop.
Micky: Does Santa Claus have a repair shop?
Author: (warningly) Did I suggest that Santa has a repair shop?
Mike and Micky: (simultaneously) He's got a repair shop.
Author: There. Problem solved. See you later, guys; I've got a sketch to finish. It shouldn't take too long. (she leaves the window)
Mike: (back in character) Well, my fellow elf, there's only one thing to do about these pogo sticks: Send 'em to Santa's repair shop. (he presses a buzzer on one of the work benches) That's funny. I coulda sworn that buzzer wasn't there a moment ago.
(Davy and Peter enter, pulling a cart along with them)
Davy: Repair Shop Elves Davy and Peter reporting in! We understand that there are some defective pogo sticks that we need to take charge of.
Micky: (skeptical, not entirely back in character, yet) Repair Shop Elves, huh? How long have you two had that job, anyway?
Peter: Since the author came up with it about a minute ago.
Micky: (smugly) I thought so. (a snowball comes flying through the still open window, catching Micky squarely in the back of the head) Ow! Darn that author chick! That wasn't very nice! She said I was her favorite, too! She has a funny way of showing it.
Mike: Well, she did also say she was feisty. Got good aim, too.
Micky: Yeah. Just my darned luck.