Peter yawned as he placed his hat on his head. Davy stomped his feet as he entered the upstairs bedroom.
"That man is driving me!" he exclaimed.
"What took you so long to get up here?" Micky frowned.
"Well I had to do all the dishes in his order! Then he watched me do them making sure I got all the spots off and dried them correctly. Then I had to rearrange the shelves!" Davy let out a frustrated sigh.
"Man, we need to get Mrs.B to take Mr.B back!" Peter cried.
"Guys it's late. We'll deal with it in the morning. Let's just go to sleep." Mike said.
The four climbed in their beds letting out deep sighs. They were almost asleep when loud snores woke them up. Mike picked up his pillow and screamed into it. Peter started whimpering.
"He's worse than the four of us put together!" Micky cried.
"And I didn't think anyone was worse than you!" Davy exclaimed.
"Yeah...shut up midget!" Micky said catching on to Davy joke.
"Hey, I found a fan. That should block the noise." Peter grinned.
"Is the alarm clock set?" Davy asked.
"Yup. Goodnight everybody!" Mike yawned.
Peter rolled over on his side, and yawned. He smiled as he looked at the alarm clock. The smile turned into a gasp as he seen what time it was.
"We over slept! We missed practice time!" he cried.
He rushed over to Davy's bed shaking him. "Wake up! Wake up!"
"What?" Davy mumbled.
"We over slept! Mike wanted to get up at nine for practice right? It's after eleven!"
Davy sat up and blinked. He grabbed the alarm clock and groaned. "Man we keep this up and we'll miss the gig! Look I'll go wake up Mike. You go wake up Micky."
"Sure, leave me the hard one!"
"Come on." Davy said climbing out of bed. He gave Mike a shake. "Mike! Wake up!"
"What shotgun?" "We over slept!"
Mike quickly woke up. "Get up Micky!"
"Why?"
"Because we over slept!" Mike cried.
"So?" Micky mumbled.
"Get up!" Mike yelled.
"So what do I fix? Breakfast or lunch?" Peter asked.
"Brunch." Davy replied pouring himself a cup of coffee.
"What?"
"Brunch. Breakfast or lunch. Fix whatever you want."
"Oh."
"Micky! For the last time get up!" Davy yelled. Then shook his head.
"And if I don't?"
"Then I'll have Mike come up there, and wake you up!"
"I'm coming." Micky quipped.
"Oh, Davy! There you are. A girl called for you." Mr.Babbit said entering the kitchen.
"Well that narrow's that down." Mike laughed.
"I think she was a relative of yours. She talked like you."
"Did she say anything about a baby?" Davy asked.
"I can't remember."
"Well-"
"Davy, why don't you call your grandfather?" Mike suggested.
Davy looked at the clock and shook his head. "Can't. It's too late there. I'll have to call them later tonight. This is going to drive me crazy all day!"
Micky stumbled down the stairs."Coffee."
Peter handed him a cup. "Hey Micky. I made tuna fish sandwiches. Want one?"
"Ew, no! I'll stick with cornpops." "Don't listen to him Pete. He thinks orange juice tastes good with cereal." Davy laughed.
"Speaking of orange juice. Do we have any?" Micky asked.
"I had a glass before I went to bed. There should be plenty." Mike said.
Micky went to the fridge and found an empty carton. "Hey! Where's all the orange juice!?"
"Oh. I drank it all this morning." Mr.Babbit replied.
"You what?"
"I drank it all this morning. Did I not make myself clear?" Mr.Babbit asked as he took the newspaper that laid in front of Mike missing the four glares.
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