"Hi there everybody!" A young female Weasel sat at a table in a very colorful and psychedelic room.

The room was green, yellow, orange and purple. There were couches, tables and lava lamps filling the room and in the center of the room was a table, the table the Weasel was sitting at, and next to the table was a rainbow colored mail box.

"Are you guys ready yet?!" The Weasel called out and The Monkees came into the room.

The four boys looked around the room.

"I love what you've done with the place." Micky Dolenz said, sitting on one of the couches.

"Thank you." Said the Weasel. "Now we have to get to work."

"Work on what?" Davy Jones asked.

"Didn't I tell you?"

They all shook their heads.

"I'm making a Monkees Fan-Mail!" She said, standing up.

"Isn't there already one with Redwall?" Mike Nesmith asked.

"Yeah, why?"

"Isn't that stealing?"

"Nah, I did get the idea from it but this is with The Monkees and the rules are going to be different."

"I still think it's stealing." Micky said.

"Then sick the Cops on me later, but now we're going to have lots of fun!"

"Why are you a Weasel?" Peter Tork asked.

"Cause I love Weasels."

"Change into a human." Mike told her. "If you don't then this really will be stealing."

"Okay." She didn't want to but she did.

POP

She turned into a 16 year old girl with short brown hair, blue eyes and she was wearing the white and black outfit that Davy wore in the 'Daddy's Song' music number in The Monkees movie 'Head'.

"Now let me tell you the rules."

The Monkees sat down.

POP

They suddenly had notebooks and pencils and were writing everything down, except for Peter who was drawing pictures of Puppies.

"First of all-"

She was interrupted when Peter raised his hand.

"Yes, what is it?" The girl asked, growing impatient cause she's wanted to do this for awhile now but the computer had broken down so she couldn't for write it.

"We don't know your name." Peter said.

"Tory." She said.

"Tory....?" Micky waited for her to give them her last name.

"Just Tory. Now, about the rules-"

She was interrupted by Davy raising his hand.

"What is it now?" Tory asked.

"How did we get here?" Davy asked.

"In the story world anything can happen. Righto, about the rules-"

She was interrupted once again by Mike.

"Yes?!" Tory had a very short temper.

"....Never mind." Mike quickly put his hand down.

"Now-"

Micky raised his hand. Davy looked at Micky as if he had just turned on a bomb. Which is kinda what he did, Tory's temper bomb.

"WHAT?!?!" Tory shouted.

"Nothing, I just felt like raising my hand." Micky said with his big smile.

Tory sat down and counted Ferrets, cause counting Sheep made her think of that old commercial how the Sheep were jealous of a mattress. She took a deep breath and tried again.

"If no one else has anything to say," She looked at The Monkees and they said nothing. "Good. You people who are reading this send reviews to this story. The reviews will be your Fan-Mail to The Monkees or someone from the show or whatever. Feel free to ask questions to them or to just tell them how much you like them. The rules are very simple. You can't say (type) anything that's over PG-13. If you do say (type) something that's over PG-13 I will get rid of that part. I will post your Fan-Mail on this story and The Monkees (or other characters) will answer back to your questions and whatnot. Another thing is that you have to say if the Fan-Mail is for the real Monkees or the TV Monkees. There is a difference. You can send fan-mail to people from the real Monkee world and the TV Monkee world. You understand?"

Peter raised his hand. "Could you please repeat the last part."

"What last part?"

"The part after 'Good'."

"Just reread this chapter."

"What if the people reading this don't get it?" Davy asked.

Tory turned to the camera. "Then please ask me in the reviews." Then Tory sat down at the table. "Righto, when I get a few fan-letters then I'll work on the next chapter so please send in lots of 'em!"

"Cause Tory is a very impatient person." Mike said.

"I have all the patience in the World, it's just waiting that bugs me."

"She's quoting 'Get Smart' again." Davy said.

"I'm a quote machine. Righto, send in your Fan-Mail so I can write the next chapter."