Meanwhile back at the pad, Davy and Mike were checking to see if they had enough dishes for the big feast, when the phone rang.
"I'll get it," said Davy.
He reached for the phone and answered it.
"Hell-o." he said, speaking into the phone.
"Davy, its Peter," said Peter over the phone.
"Peter, where are you and Micky?"
"We're at the garage, the car broke down on our way home from the store."
"What happened?"
"We're not sure, the mechanic is checking it out right now."
"Are you guys going to be home soon?"
"I'm not sure, we might not get the car back for a few days."
"Don't worry Peter, I'll talk to Mike and we'll think of something."
"Ok, bye."
Davy hung up and told Mike what happened to the car, and they had to pick up Micky and Peter from the garage.
The two headed to Mrs. Purdy's, to ask if they could borrow her car.
But when they got to the door, they saw a note reading that she went to spent the Thanksgiving holiday at her sister's.
The guys had no choice but to ask Babbit for his car.
"Isn't there anybody else we could ask?" Davy asked Mike as they walked over to their landlord's house.
"Most of our friends are away, Davy." Mike replied, "I don't like to do this either, but we gotta pick up those two and get the turkey thawed."
Davy just nodded as the two walked up the front sidewalk. Taking off his wool hat, Mike knocked on the door. It opened a few seconds later, to reveal Mr. Babbit standing there.
"Um, hi, Mr. Babbit..." Davy started to say.
"What do you two want?" Babbit snapped, "If it's for an extension for the rent, forget it!"
"No sir, it's nothing like that." Mike said quickly.
"Let me guess, the stove doesn't work." Babbit replied.
"It works perfectly, sir." Davy answered.
"Then you boys broke something." Babbit said.
"No Mr. Babbit, we would just like to borrow your car." Mike said before the landlord could say another word.
"Oh, is that all..." Babbit said, sounding relieved, "BORROW MY CAR?!" He shouted, then staggered back into his house.
Mike and Davy quickly followed him inside and helped Babbit into a chair.
"You ok, Mr. Babbit?" Davy asked.
"For a minute I thought you long-haired weirdoes said you wanted to borrow my car." Babbit muttered.
"We do, Mr. Babbit." Davy replied.
The landlord slumped back against the chair as Mike continued.
"Our own car broke down just now on the way back from the store and we need it to pick up Micky and Peter." Mike said, "We'll return it as soon as we can."
Babbit was silent for a moment and the two Monkees wondered what he would say.
"I'll let you borrow it." Babbit finally said. Mike and Davy couldn't believe their ears. Then Babbit spoke again.
"On one condition." He continued.
"What's that, sir?" Davy asked, afraid of the answer.
"That I come with you."
So a few minutes later, Mike was driving Babbit's Chrysler down the road. Davy was sitting in the passenger seat and Babbit was sitting in the middle of the back seat, being the world's worst back-seat driver.
"Not so fast, Nesmith." Babbit directed.
"Yes, sir." Mike replied.
"Don't tailgate, Nesmith." Babbit ordered.
"Yes, sir." Mike said.
"There's a stop sign coming up, Nesmith." Babbit said.
"Yes, Mr. Babbit." Mike answered, gritting his teeth.
By the time they reached the garage, Mike was ready to wrap the steering wheel around Babbit's neck.
Seeing Mike and Davy come out of the car, Micky and Peter, carrying the turkey and stuffing mix respectively, ran over to them.
"Hey, groovy car!" Micky exclaimed. "Where'd you get it?"
"Are you four going to stand there and socialize or are you going back to your house?" Babbit demanded, looking out a side window.
"Does that answer your question?" Mike asked.
Micky and Peter cringed but said nothing. With out a word, the four Monkees climbed into Babbit's car and Mike started the slow ride home.
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