"Of all things to happen on a day like this," grumbled Micky.
"Relax guys," said Mike, "just let me find the flashlight or some candles and we'll be set."
"I think we'd have an easier time find that stuff if we have some light," said Peter.
"Peter, if it was light, we wouldn't need candles or flashlight," said Davy.
"Come on guys, don't start now," said Mike, "Davy give me a hand here."
Davy got up from the couch and he and Mike began to search for any source of light.
Micky noticed Peter looking at the TV, despite the fact it wasn't on.
"Uh, Peter, what are you doing?" Micky asked.
"Watching TV like the pilgrims did," Peter answered.
"Peter, there was no TV in the time of the pilgrims."
"Well, if there was TV in that time, this is how they would watch it, `hey they cut to a commercial in the middle of the game just the red team was winning.'"
Micky was about to say something, but decided to skip it.
Just then, Micky and Peter saw a light shine on them. Davy and Mike found the flashlight as well as some candles.
The guys hoped that the power outage didn't effect their turkey that was still cooking in the oven.
Mike looked at Micky and Peter. "Thanks for helping us look for lights, you two." He said sarcastically.
"Oh, no problem, Mike." Peter said, still looking at the blank TV screen.
Mike rolled his eyes and walked over to the oven. He opened the oven door and looked inside. The oven was warm but he noticed it was beginning to cool. Closing the oven door, he turned to his band mates.
"Guys, do we have a gas or electric oven?" He asked.
"Now that you mention it, I think it's electric." Davy said, realizing what this meant. "So the oven's off?"
"Yep, 'fraid so." Mike said, sitting down on the couch. "At this rate, we may not eat our dinner until tomorrow."
The four Monkees sat in front of the dark TV set, dejected. Just when they had finally gotten things together, they couldn't cook the turkey.
A few minutes later, there was a knock on the door. Micky went to answer it. To his utter shock, it was none other than Mr. Babbit-and with him was the elderly lady who had given him a hard time yesterday!
"Oh hi, Mr. Babbit." Micky stammered, his eyes on the woman standing next to the landlord.
"So we meet again, young man." The elderly lady said, a smile on her face.
"You know him, Auntie Grizelda?" Babbit asked, pointing at Micky.
Grizelda nodded, "Yes, he and his friend were shopping at the same store I was yesterday." She replied.
Micky began to sweat. "Won't you two come in?" He asked.
Babbit and his aunt nodded and walked inside. The other three Monkees walked over to them. They were stunned to see their landlord there, especially Peter.
"Oh, hi Mr. Babbit...ma'am." Peter stammered.
"What brings you here, sir?" Mike asked.
"As you've noticed, the power went out, just as we were finishing our dessert." Babbit said, "So my Auntie Grizelda Babbit and I didn't want the ice cream to melt, so we decided to share it with you four." He held out a half-gallon of Mint Chocolate Chip Ice Cream.
"That's nice of you, sir." Davy replied.
"I also want to apologize for my behavior yesterday." Grizelda said, "I was caught up in the rush of things and I forgot that I didn't really need a turkey since I was having dinner with my nephew."
"It's ok, Ma'am." Peter replied, "It was pretty bad yesterday."
"Well, this ice cream is getting soft." Babbit remarked.
Mike smiled and took it from Mr. Babbit. "Thanks again, sir." He said.
"We'll be going now." Babbit said, leading his aunt to the door. "I'll see you on the first of the month for the rent."
"Bye, Mr. Babbit, Ms. Babbit." Micky said, holding the door open for them.
"Goodbye, and have a happy Thanksgiving." Grizelda replied, patting Micky on the cheek.
"You too, ma'am." Micky replied.
Micky closed the door and just then, the lights went back on.
"Looks like our turkey will get done finally." Davy replied.
Mike put the ice cream in the freezer and after several hours, the turkey was finally done. Peter took it out of the oven and placed it on the table, while Davy brought over the side dishes.
"Well, guys, after all that's happened these last few days, I think we can say this will be a
Thanksgiving to remember."
The other Monkees agreed and dug into their Thanksgiving turkey.
THE END
Chapter 5
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