When they made it to the front of the store, Micky and Peter found that the lines to check out almost reached to the back of the store.
"Man, we're never gonna get out of here." Micky said.
"At least the turkey will be thawed by the time we get home." Peter replied.
"The line ends over there, boys." A man told them.
With no other choice, the two got into a very long line and began to wait their turn. As they waited, the elderly lady who had given them a hard time marched back into the store. She did not look happy at all. The two Monkees ducked down so she wouldn't see them as she went to get her cart.
"Thanks, Peter." Micky said, "You came at just the right time."
"I really didn't want to do that." Peter replied, "But that lady had been acting rude."
Slowly, the line moved toward the checkout counter. About halfway up, the baby in the cart in front of them began to cry. And cry and cry. The mother tried to comfort her baby, but nothing seemed to help, until Micky and Peter made funny faces and the baby stopped.
When the guys were almost at the counter, they heard an all-to-familiar voice behind them.
"Y'know boys," The elderly lady that had been hitting Micky said slowly, "That turkey looks awfully familiar."
"All turkeys look alike." Micky said with a smile.
Finally, it was their turn at the counter. They were greeted by a worn-out looking lady.
"Do you have your Super-Saver card?" She asked for what was probably the millionth time that day.
Both Monkees looked in their wallets and said no.
"Well, the turkey would've been cheaper for you if you had it." She said.
"Can you make an exception?" Micky said, smiling a big smile.
The look on the lady's face said it all.
"Sorry, no card, no discount." She said.
The two men didn't argue the point. They were just glad to have the turkey. Micky paid the lady and the two ran back to the car.
"Where did we park the car?" Peter asked.
"You were driving." Micky replied.
It took several minutes before they found their car. As they were getting inside, the elderly lady drove past them, her car kicking up a lot of dust.
On the way home, the Monkeemobile began to make crunching and banging sounds.
"That doesn't sound good." Peter said.
"Oh, no." Micky groaned, "Just when we're in a hurry."
The Monkeemobile then gave a cough and shudder and came to a dead stop.
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