It was a regular day at the pad, and there were just Mike, Micky and Peter. Davy was on a date as usual. The guys were relaxing until there was a loud knock on the door. It was Mr. Babbit.
"Alright you guys, I know you're in there. Open up." Said the landlord.
"Oh no, you know what he's ranting about right?" Whispered Mike
"Can't we pretend we're not home?" Said Micky
"We can't avoid him forever, Mick." So Mike answers the door. "Hello Mr. Babbit, what can I do you for?"
"I'm just here to tell you that I'm this close to kicking you out." He snarled
"Didn't we pay you for the last two months at least?" Said Peter
"That was for for June, this is October, and your time is running out."
"Can't you just give us a little more time? Said Mike " We have a gig in a week"
"I don't know. You might just be out in the streets by then." Then Babbit turn around and slamed the door behind him.
Micky in anger jumped up, ran to the door, and when he opened it he yelled "One day you might just get what's comming to ya!" Then slamed the door although he didn't know if Babbit heard him or not because he kept walking.
"Is their anyway we can get rid of rotten landloards?" Snarled the curly hair drummer.
"Micky come on man cool it will you?" Said Mike "Besides the neighbors will hear you."
"Well maybe they have thought of the same thing. I can't help it Mike, sometimes he makes me so mad that I want to take him by the throat and shake his wrinkly head right off. And then sometimes I like to set a trap where I have some hitmen go over to his house and when he opens the door, bang, bang, bang, and he's gone, and everybody does a happy dance." The curly haired drummer said with a evil grin.
"Now Micky I know your not going to do any of that." Said Peter "Besides, it's not worth going to jail."
"That's right Micky, Babbit does tick us off and probably a lot of other people, but he's not worth it." Said Mike
"Oh guys I'm not going to really do it." The drummer said calmly "Besides I couldn't aford to get any hit men even if I wanted to."
"Well look man, don't let him get to you like that O.K?"
"Alright Mike."
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An hour later Mike received a package from Texas. He opened it up and showed it to Micky and Peter.
"Hey what is it Mike?" Peter asked
"It's a gun. a revolver, and it's from my uncle Lester.
Dear nephew:
Here's the gun I promised to send you when I decided to get me a new
one which I did. Do whatever you want to with it, will keep in touch.
Sincerely. Uncle Lester
"So he finally broke down and bought another gun. Don't know if I want to keep it though." Said the Texan
"Well I know it's your gun, but I hope you don't keep it Mike, you know I don't like guns." Said Peter
"Oh come on big Peter we might just need this for protection. It won't hurt to have it in the house." Said Micky. "Man this is something. I bet this would scare off a burglar."
"Micky I don't think you should be handling that gun after how you reacted with Babbit today." Said Mike
"Oh come on Mike; what do you think I'm gonna do go to Babbit house and say O.K. Babbit we all had enough of you, and then I blow his brains out? I told you I'd cool it. I wouldn't shoot him. I wouldn't be like a gangster going bang, bang, bang."
"Micky I think you better just put the gun away." Said Mike
"Yeah man your making me nervous." Said Peter
"O.K. guys I will. OOOh just imagine James Cagney with a gun.Oh you dirty rat; I'm gonna shoot you you dirty rat." Then POP, POP, POP went the gun, and all three monkees hit the floor.
After the gun shots Mike jump up and ran to Micky who was laying there scared and confused.
"Micky are you alright?" said the texan "WHAT HAPPENED? WHO DID IT? WHO GOT HIT? DID ANYBODY GET HIT?" Micky said hystericaly
"MICKY!!! Calm down now."
"You didn't tell me that gun was loaded."
"I didn't know it was loaded."
"Well as long as nobody was hurt. Maybe we should check around and see were those bullets went to." Said Peter,
"Right Pete I'll look around while you keep Micky calm."
Mike looked around while Peter was rubbing Micky's back to keep him calm. Mike grabbed some binoculars to look out in the back window, but he saw something that wasn't good.
"Uh Oh."
"What happened?" Peter asked "Micky you better come look at this."
As the curly haired drummer took a look through the binoculars he had a look of horror on his face.
"Uh oh is right."
"Oh no it is bad isn't it?" Said Peter
"I'm afraid so old buddy. Apparently Micky shot at least one bullet through Mr. Babbit's window. AAAwww man Micky what if Babbit was near the window?"
"What a minute man maybe Mr. Babbit went somewhere. Maybe on vacation or visiting relatives or something."
"Not around this time Mick, you know he doesn't usually leaves anywhere when rent is due." Said Mike
"Maybe the bullet missed him."
"If that's the case he would be pounding on this door by now with police cars all around him."
"What he would be accusing us?"
"Well you did have that argument with him." Said Peter "Oh Micky why did you have to play with that gun? and after you argued with Babbit."
"But I didn't know it was loaded man."
"Oh Micky you realize how serious this is?"
"What do you mean Peter?"
"This could be a possible murder; Micky YOU COULD HAVE KILLED MR. BABBIT."
"No" Micky whispered softly Then he raised his voice loud "Oh dear God nooooooo!!!!!"
"Wait now you guys just keep cool." Said Mike "We don't know if Babbit's dead, we should just sit tight and wait this thing out." Mike knew he should call the police, but that could've meant Micky going to jail.
"Mike I don't want to go to jail."
"Well hopefully you wont have to good buddy, but even if that happens you know we'll do our best to help you get out."
"But how are you two going to do that from a jail cell?"
"What? How are me and Peter gonna end up in a jail cell with you?"
"Well you two are acceseries, and beside I didn't bring that gun in the house, you did."
"Well I wasn't fooling around with it you were."
"We I didn't load it."
"Neither did I."
"Then all four of us are in this together."
"Wait a minute you're dragging Davy into this." Said Peter
"I meant Mike's uncle for loading it and sending it here, but since the midget lives here we might as well."
"Oh that's great Mick; just drag everybody and their uncle in this why don't you?"
And while all three Monkees were arguing there was a fourth voice that came.
"Eh Eh Eh what's the matter?" The three looked toward the door and there stood Davy looking puzzled
"What's going on fellas?"