"So where do I sleep?" Mr.Babbit asked.
"Oh uh Peter and Davy's old room. That's the downstairs bedroom. We sleep in the upstairs bedroom." Mike explained.
"Well if you four don't mind. I'll be taking a shower now."
"Well..."
Mr.Babbit entered slamming the bathroom door shut.
"Great! Mrs. B kicks him out and we get punished!" Micky whined.
"How did we get warped into this mess again?" Davy asked.
"He's been in there for almost an hour!" Davy whined.
"I never thought I'd say this but he's a bigger bathroom hog than you." Micky sighed.
"Hey! I am not that bad!" Davy protested.
"Yes, you are!"
"It takes you a half hour just to get through those curls of yours!"
"Oh yeah? Well it takes you a half hour to back away from the mirror!" Micky shot back.
"What are you implying?! That I'm conceited?" Davy demanded.
"Well-"
"Alright you two stop it! Don't you see? Mr. Babbit's inflicting you guys so you'll turn on each other!" Mike cried.
Davy gasped. "He's right! I'm sorry Micky."
"It's okay babe. I'm sorry too." Micky said.
"Bathroom's all yours!"
"It's mine!" Davy and Micky yelled racing to it. Davy slid quickly inside.
"Ha-ha!" he tauted Micky.
"I don't know who's becoming a bigger pain. Mr. B or those two." Mike sighed.
"I vote those two." Peter frowned.
"Alright you guys. So we'll start with 'I'm not your stepping stone' and close with 'Words.'" Peter suggested.
"Can we do 'Love is only sleeping.' I love that song." Micky said.
"Sure. Great start with the line up Pete." Mike smiled.
Peter flashed a dimpled grin. "Thanks Michael."
"Okay Dave. Get behind the drums. We'll start off with 'Not your stepping stone'."
Davy raced behind the drums. Mike strapped on his guitar.
"What are you boys doing?" Mr.Babbit asked.
"Oh, well. We're practicing for a gig." Mike explained.
"Fine, but if it gets on my nerves, it stops. Okay?"
"That sounds fine sir. But I don't think it'll get on your nerves." Peter smiled.
"Count it off Davy."
"One...two...one, two, three, four!"
"I'm not your-"
"That's enough." Mr. Babbit sighed.
"What?!" Micky cried.
"Hey, you said when you got on my nerves, you'd stop. Guess what? It got on my nerves!"
"He's a peach." Davy sighed as Mr.Babbit sank into the black leather couch.
"He's all heart. I'm telling you." Micky also sighed.
"This is awful! Where are we suppose to practice now?" Peter whined.
"You all need haircuts!" an old man barked.
"A nursing home?" Micky sighed as he glanced at Davy.
"It's the best idea I could come up with." Davy said shrugging his shoulders.
"Rock and Roll music is evil!" another man yelled.
"Oh you boys are so cute!" an old woman pinched each boys' cheeks.
"Thanks! So are you." Micky winced.
"EVIL! EVIL!!!!!!!!!!!"
"You know, I think we're really in a bind." Mike sighed.
"EVIL!"
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