You and the Monkees decided to check out the struggling circus in town. As soon as you walked in, it was clear why they were struggling—the tent was half-empty, the performers looked miserable, and the cotton candy machine was broken. Micky took one look around and said, “This place is deader than Peter’s last joke.”

The ringleader overheard and sighed dramatically. “If we don’t turn this around, the circus is finished.”

Micky clapped his hands together. “Say no more, my good man. The Monkees are here to save the day!”

Before you could argue, they were all over the place. Mike insisted on writing a song for the big finale, claiming, “Nothing fixes a circus like a solid tune.”

Davy volunteered for the high-wire act, despite never having walked on anything higher than the curb. “It’s all about balance, babe,” he said, smirking at you. Peter nervously offered to tame the lions—until he saw the actual lions and downgraded to “assistant balloon animal artist.”

And Micky? Naturally, he became the head clown. “I was born for this role!” he announced, tripping over his oversized clown shoes. He spent the afternoon trying to juggle flaming torches. It didn’t go well.

Meanwhile, you were stuck handing out flyers with Davy. “With my face on the poster, the tent will be full in no time,” he said, striking a dramatic pose. You rolled your eyes, but he wasn’t entirely wrong—girls started flocking to the show, giggling about “the cute one with the accent.”