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I'm into Something Good

Song by Gerry Goffin and Carole King

Woke up this mornin' feelin' fine
There's somethin' special on my mind
Last night I met a new girl in the neighborhood, whoa yeah
Somethin' tells me I'm into something good
(Somethin' tells me I'm into somethin')

She's the kind of girl who's not too shy
And I can tell I'm her kind of guy
She danced close to me like I hoped she would
(she danced with me like I hoped she would)
Somethin' tells me I'm into something good
(Somethin' tells me I'm into somethin')

We only danced for a minute or two
But then she stuck close to me the whole night through
Can I be fallin' in love
She's everything I've been dreamin' of
She's everything I've been dreamin' of

I walked her home and she held my hand
I knew it couldn't be just a one night stand
So I asked to see her next week and she told me I could
(I asked to see her and she told me I could)
Somethin' tells me I'm into something good
(Somethin' tells me I'm into somethin')
(Somethin' tells me I'm into somethin', ahhh)

I walked her home and she held my hand
I knew it couldn't be just a one night stand
So I asked to see her next week and she told me I could
(I asked to see her and she told me I could)
Somethin' tells me I'm into something good
(somethin' tells me I'm into somethin')
Somethin' tells me I'm into something good
(somethin' tells me I'm into somethin')
To something good, oh yeah, something good
(somethin' tells me I'm into somethin')
To something good, something good, something good

Story (if that's just what you like to call it) by Autumn Trenton

It was a calm, regular night, which was why they all nearly jumped out of their skins when the phone rang.

 Mike got it. "Hello? . . . Sure, hold on. . . . Mick, telephone."

 "Who is it?"

 Mike turned back to the phone. "Can I ask who's calling? . . . Why not? . . . Oh, okay."  Mike shifted back to Micky.  "It's Autumn."

 Micky took the phone. "Hello?"

 "Hey, Mick. Listen, I'm just calling to invite you four to a party tomorrow."

 "When? Where?"

 "Out back of my house, from about three till midnight."

 "Okay, we'll be there." Micky hung up the phone.

 "What did she want?"

 "She invited us to a party tomorrow."

 "Who's she?"

 "Autumn Carnem."

 "Oh, yeah, your high school girlfriend."

 "You never did get to meet her, did you, Peter?"


 "Remember last week, that girl that Mike and Davy and I were all talking to, but you never got to look at her, because her brother had just come by to get her?"


 "Anyway, she lives about a mile away, I think. That seems like how far I walked. I'll take you there, but we'll go by the beach—I don't know her street address."


So the very next day . . .

"Micky, what time is the party?"

 "Um . . . it starts at three."



 "It's five thirty."

 "Really?" Micky glanced at his left wrist before remembering that he didn't wear a watch.

 The telephone rang. Micky answered it. "Hello?"

 "Oh, good, you're still there. Listen, Mick, if you wouldn't mind waiting until seven or eight to come over, that'd work out really well."

 "Okay, we'll be there."

 "Great." They both hung up.

 "Who was that?"

 "We'll be where?"

 "It was Autumn."

 "Oh? What did she want?"

 "She said that we don't have to come over till seven or eight."


 "Yeah, really."

 "Great! We can practice for a while before we go."

 By seven fifteen, the Monkees were finished practicing, and on their (merry) was down the beach to Autumn's. They caught sight of the party when they were still about two blocks away. Micky stopped the other party going Monkees.

 "Peter, come here!"

 "What is it?" Peter stepped closer to Micky as Micky lowered his voice to a whisper.

 "When we see Autumn—and I'll point her out to you—I want you to go up behind her and cover her eyes with your hands—y'know, a guess-who-type thing."

 "But won't that scare her?"


 Peter looked confused.

 "Please?" Micky begged.

 "Well . . . okay," Peter agreed reluctantly.

 "Great! You have to be sure she hasn't already seen us. . . ." Micky excitedly continued to plan aloud.

 The set up was perfect. Autumn was standing away from the crowd, facing the crowd and with her back to the four Monkees. Micky could tell from her posture that Autumn was bored to tears and patiently waiting for them to arrive.

 "Okay, Peter, that's her. Go for it!" Micky whispered conspiratorially.

 Peter exaggeratedly snuck up behind her. Autumn didn't suspect a thing. Peter pounced and came close to eliciting a scream from Autumn.

 After standing that way for a few seconds, Autumn took a step backwards to keep balanced. "You're supposed to say guess who—unless, of course, you've come to kidnap me."

 "Guess who," Micky, Peter, Mike and Davy all sang.

 "Let's see . . . Monkee number two is back there, as are Monkees number three and four, so this must be Monkee number one."

 Peter released her and she turned around.

 "No," Peter said, "I'm Peter Tork."

 "Well, I was close."


 "Oh, hi, Micky, and Mike, and Davy, and Peter."

 "Okay, let's go," said Micky. He and Autumn started to walk away.

 "Hold it, shotgun," Mike said.


 "What about the party?"

 "It's not important. Come on, it wouldn't be much fun, either."

 "If you say so. . . ."

 "I do. Let's get outta here."

 "Okay." Peter, Mike and Davy followed Autumn and Micky back down the beach, away from the party.

 "So, where are we going?"

 "Anywhere, really. We could go to the park, or get something to eat, or go down the beach a ways . . . whatever you want to do."

 "How about something to eat? I'm really hungry!" Micky groaned, holding his stomach.

 "What's new?" Autumn asked. "Have you guys already had dinner?"

 "Yeah, we had something at six."

 "Then let's go get some ice cream or something."

 "Sounds great!"

 They were about three houses away from Autumn's by now. Autumn cut between the two houses closest to them. The Monkees followed her.

 A sudden, and very intriguing idea came to Micky. I've gotta set Autumn up with one of the guys! But which one? . . . I'll see how she gets along with all of them. Davy first—girls can't resist him!

 When they reached the nearest ice cream parlor, Micky carefully maneuvered and manipulated seating arrangements so Autumn was sitting next to Davy and only Davy.

 Nothing! Micky thought. Well, that could be a good thing . . . I'd have to kill him if he hurt her feelings, and I know if we'd be able to find another tambourine player on such short notice. Okay, now Mike.

 "Let's go to the park now," Micky suggested. Micky had another brainstorm. I'll have them all do that guess-who-type thing! I should have Peter do it again, too. She seemed very pleasantly surprised, but it was the first time. I'll start it going to get that out of the way. Micky quickly crept up behind her and covered Autumn's eyes with his hands. "Guess who."

 "I'm guessing George Michael Dolenz, who I'll knock into the next week if he doesn't get his hands off my face."

 Micky removed his hands. I guess she won't be too pleasantly surprised anymore.

"Mike!" Micky whispered.


 "Actually, wait a second. Guys! Come here!"

 "What is it, Mick?" Peter asked as he turned around and headed back to where Micky and Mike were standing.

 "Yeah, what d'you want?"

 Micky motioned for them to quiet down. "I'm conducting an experiment. I need all of you to do that guess-who-type thing to Autumn." Micky knew they'd go for that—Micky was always "experimenting."

 "Well, okay," Mike agreed.

 "Great you first."

 They turned back to continue on their way but Autumn was nowhere in sight.

 "Uh, guys?"


 "Where is she?"

 "She's gone!" they proclaimed in unison, all wearing masks of astonishment and worry.

 "And I've gone so far."

 The Monkees turned around to face the speaker—Autumn was standing behind them.

 "What are you doing there?"

 "Waiting for you. We passed the park a while ago."

 "We did?"

 "Yep, come on. I know a short cut." They followed Autumn down the block, through an alleyway, and over part of the chain link fence that was knocked flat.

 "The park," Autumn announced.

 Autumn was standing in front of the Monkees with her back to them. Micky nudged Mike with his elbow. Mike took the hint and the opportunity. Once she was caught, commanded to guess her captor's identity, Autumn was only slightly irritated. She seemed more annoyed by Davy, and down right angry at Micky.

 Micky called a huddle. Mike and Davy joined him, but Micky didn't see Peter or Autumn.

 Micky was having difficulty keeping his voice low. "This is great!—"


 "—Of course, we're not quite done, but she reacted great to you, Mike.—"


 "—So when's good for you?—"


 "—Mike, listen. You and Autumn would be perfect for one another."

 "'Old it, Micky. You did your li'l 'experiment' only to see which one of us you want to set up with your old 'igh school girlfriend?"

 Micky nodded. He didn't seem to notice that Davy wasn't happy with him.

 "Micky, just wait until Peter's done."


 Mike pointed toward a group of ducks at the edge of the nearby pond.


 "No—who's feeding them?"

 Micky looked again. Autumn and Peter were feeding the ducks together, both laughing loud enough for the three other Monkees to hear.

"Maybe I should wait for Peter to finish."

 As soon as Micky said it, Autumn and Peter three the rest of the food—where did they get it?—out for the ducks, and ran back to the guys' huddle.

 "Guys," Autumn panted, "we've got to go!"


 "Because I've got to get back so they can throw me in the water."

 "Gee, wouldn't miss that for the world."

 "Ah, it's one of their stupid, banal, socialite traditions that I don't have the heart to break and upset their self-centered little worlds."

 "That would be a shame," Micky said sarcastically.

 "Thank you for your sarcasm," Autumn said sincerely. "But seriously, if I'm not there, they'll get suspicious. Especially," Autumn paused to sigh heavily, "Jon."

 "Who's that?"

 "Let's get going. I'll explain on the way." They began walking, and Autumn began talking. "Once upon a time—"

 "In the land of Kirshner?"

 "Hush, Micky. Actually, it was 1943."

 "I turned one that year," Peter volunteered.

 "So did I," said Mike.

 "Was it on a Friday the thirteenth?" Autumn asked.

 "No," said Mike.

 "Maybe—I don't remember what day it was."

 "That's okay, I don't remember what month it was. Anyway, across the country, a baby boy was born—Jonathan Gary Kildarby, X." Autumn paused to look at her watch. "Oh, man, never mind the story, run!" Autumn had led them along an even shorter short cut, and they got back to the beach the same way they'd left it.

 Just as they reached the party, Jon whistled for everyone's attention. "That's Jon," Autumn whispered. She started to quickly take off her watch and jewelry two rings, necklaces and earrings and handed them to Peter, who was closest to her. As Jon made some speech about tradition, and what this tradition was, et cetera, Autumn pulled her hair out of the bun she was wearing, and combed it out.

 Jon called for the hostess. Peter suddenly gave Autumn a quick kiss on the cheek. "For luck," he whispered.


 The crowd finally found Autumn, and parted for her to walk through. She grabbed Peter's and Mike's wrists, who in turn caught Micky and Davy.

"Ah," said Jon once they arrived in the cleared circle in the center of the crowd.  "Here's our always lovely hotess now.  And she's brought her entourage with her, wonerful."

"Hm . . . uh . . . oh, yeah.  Ha.  Really funny, Jon," said Autumn sarcastically.  "Do I have to do this?"

"Of course!  You wouldn't want to break tradition, would you?"

"And why not?"

"Because it's tradition," Jon whined.

"Most traditions started more than a year ago.  We may as well race for money—I bet you'd enjoy that more," she said, turning to the crowd for their approval.  The crowd made it manifest.  "See?  Throwing me in the water holds very little appeal for anyone but you."  Autumn raised her voice for all to hear.  "First one back from going to the park gets ten dollars!"  In one accord, the crowd turned and ran toward the park, including all four Monkees and Jon.  Autumn turned and walked back toward her house.

"Autumn!" someone called.

Autumn turned around and found (hey, that rhymed!) Peter following her.  "Congratulations!  You win!"

"I win?  But I didn't make it to the park."

"I know that.  But you were going to the park, right?"

"Yeah, I was."

"And now you're back from going to the park."

"Oh!  So I do win!"

"Yes, congratulations, like I said before."  Autumn patted her pockets, apparently looking for the ten dollar prize she owed Peter.  "Uh oh.  Looks like I don't have ten dollars.  How about me for an hour instead?"

"You?  But I—"

"Well you don't have to.  I could owe the money to you."

"No, no, that's not what I meant."

Autumn waited patiently.

"I . . . I want to go out with you—"

"Then great!"  Autumn gave Peter a kiss on the cheek before half-running, half-walking back to her house.

Now for part four—Help!

FanFic | FanFiction by Autumn Trenton