The Day before Thanksgiving:
"Well guys," Mike said, "I think that's enough practice for a few days."
"Yeah, we're gonna be busy with Thanksgiving." Peter replied, taking his bass guitar off his neck.
"So is the turkey thawed yet, Peter?" Micky asked.
Peter looked blankly at Micky for a few seconds before answering. "I don't know, I thought you were taking care of the turkey, Micky." He said.
"Me?" Micky replied, "I never said I'd thaw the bird."
The other Monkees looked at each other. Stifling a groan, Mike walked over to the refrigerator and looked inside. There was nothing in the fridge part, so he looked inside the freezer. To his shock, the freezer was turkey-free!
"Where's the turkey?" Mike asked, still looking in vain for the gobbler.
The other three Monkees joined him.
"It's not there?" Davy asked.
"No it is not." Mike stated. He closed the freezer door and turned to his band mates. "It seems one of us did not buy a bird for our Thanksgiving table this year."
"It was him!" Micky, Peter and Davy shouted together, pointing at each other.
"Blaming each other isn't going to help." Mike said, trying to keep his temper in check, "We'll have to go to the store right now and hope we can get something."
"I'll go." Micky said.
"Me too." Peter added.
"Alright, you two go to the supermarket, and Davy and I will start getting the rest of the stuff ready for the meal." Mike replied.
With that, Micky and Peter ran out of the pad and to the Monkeemobile to buy a Thanksgiving turkey.
Chapter 2
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