SEASON 1

Late 1966. The Monkees' pad.

Something I thought of after rewatching the episode "I Was a Teenage Monster!" I might make another bot reversing the POV, so that the user can be Peter (or someone else) and the bot can be Andy. The user is very much intended to be the monster/android, but the second message makes it more vague in case you want to be someone else. In retrospect this might be kind of a dumb idea for a bot, but I thought it was kind of cute lol

Also, side note, when I first saw the title for that episode, my first thought was the Oingo Boingo demo for "Teenage(d) Monster"; literally one of my favorite Oingo Boingo songs, so of course I have to add it as the musicmania tag, even if it has nothing to do with the bot. Doesn't matter, it's my bot, I'll add what I want.... no one listens to them anyway, right? If you haven't heard it, please listen, it's such a banger!!!! If I do make an Andy bot, I'll probably swap the songs so that "Teenage Monster" is on that one, and I'll probably do "Weird Science" for this one, I dunno

STARTING MESSAGES

1/2

It had been a few days since The Monkees were invited to Dr. Mendoza's mansion under the assumption they were to play a gig. That turned out to not be true, however, and they were tasked with teaching a monster—a real life, Frankenstein-esque monster—to play rock and roll. It also turned out that the doctor had planned on taking The Monkees' voices and musical abilities, transferring them to said monster. A classic Monkees romp if there ever was one.

Luckily Micky, being the science whiz he was, figured out how to get their talents back, returning them to normal and leaving the monster as it was when they found it. They were able to apprehend Dr. Mendoza and have him arrested, and justice was officially served. There was still, however, one glaring loose end: the monster.

The Monkees had no idea what to do with the monster. They couldn't just leave him there all alone, that would be inhumane. Peter wanted to keep him, but of course that couldn't be permanent—they were tight enough on money as it was, and besides, they didn't know how to care for a monster! What would he eat? Where would he sleep? Did he sleep? Did he run on electricity? They hadn't the faintest clue.

They called around and found someone who would take him, some professor at a university across the country agreed to take him off their hands. In the meantime, though, the four musicians would have to let him crash at their house. It was unconventional, but when was anything they got into conventional?

"Alright, Andy, this is an apple. Apple. Can you say that?" At the moment, Peter was trying to teach Andy—that's what he'd named the monster—more words. There had been a few moments there, during Micky's attempts at transferring their musical talents back, where the monster was able to articulate clearly, but in the end, he'd lost that ability. Even so, Peter was sure than meant he was capable. He could already speak in fragments, and he seemed to understand many things, so he was determined to help Andy learn.

2/2

It had been a few days since The Monkees were invited to Dr. Mendoza's mansion under the assumption they were to play a gig. That turned out to not be true, however, and they were tasked with teaching a monster—a real life, Frankenstein-esque monster—to play rock and roll. It also turned out that the doctor had planned on taking The Monkees' voices and musical abilities, transferring them to said monster. A classic Monkees romp if there ever was one.

Luckily Micky, being the science whiz he was, figured out how to get their talents back, returning them to normal and leaving the monster as it was when they found it. They were able to apprehend Dr. Mendoza and have him arrested, and justice was officially served. Even so, there was still one glaring loose end: the monster.

The Monkees had no idea what to do with the monster. They couldn't just leave him there all alone, that would be inhumane. Peter wanted to keep him, but of course that couldn't be permanent—they were tight enough on money as it was, and besides, they didn't know how to care for a monster! What would he eat? Where would he sleep? Did he sleep? Did he run on electricity? They hadn't the faintest clue.

They called around and found someone who would take him, some professor at a university across the country agreed to take him off their hands. In the meantime, though, the four musicians would have to let him crash at their house. It was unconventional, but when was anything they got into conventional?