"He's driving everybody crazy, right?" Mike asked.
"Right." the others agreed.
"Comes in here like he owns the joint-"
"But Michael. He does own the joint." Peter pointed out.
"Okay, he comes in here like he's the boss. Right?"
"Right."
"Well we're not going to stand for it. So I say one of us goes down there and gives him a piece of our mind. So who's it going to be?" Mike asked.
"You!" the others pointed at him.
"Why is it always me?!" Mike whined.
"Because you're our leader." Peter smiled.
"Oh yeah! When things get tough, sudden I'm the leader." Mike sighed.
He marched downstairs. He seen Mr.Babbit laying on the black leather couch watching tv.
"Mr.Babbit! I need to talk to you!"
Mr.Babbit looked up. "What is it?"
"There's going to be some changes here Mr.Babbit! For one thing you're going to stop bossing us around! And other thing if we wanna practice, we're going to practice!"
"Is that so?"
"Yes, that's so! This is our apartment!" Mike cried.
"Oh, it is, is it? Well seeing how I'm your boys landlord, I say it's my apartment. And if I want to I can kick you out. Now do you want to keep up this arguement because you won't win." Mr.Babbit smirked.
"I...uh spoke my mind." Mike let out a nervous cough.
"Well?" Peter asked.
"Have I ever let you guys down before?"
"No. Never." Peter grinned.
"Well this is going to be a painful blow then."
Davy sighed. "This is great! That gig's in two days, and we have no place to practice! I still can't get a hold of anybody in England!"
"Calm down, and don't worry. I'll think of something." Mike promised.
"A brillant idea!" Micky said.
"You have one?" Mike asked.
"No, that's what we need. A brillant idea."
Davy snapped his fingers. "I got it! All we have to do is come up with an idea to get Mr and Mrs. B back together! We do that and he's gone! Yes!"
"How are we going to do that?" Mike asked.
"I got it! Davy and I will stay here and annoy Mr.Babbit to the point to where he'll leave. We'll suggest he goes to a resturant. The same resturant you Mike, and Micky will get Mrs.Babbit to go. They'll go there. Sparks will fly and Mr.B's gone." Peter grinned.
"Instead of you staying here, maybe it should be Micky. He's the greatest at driving people crazy!" Davy grinned.
"Oh ha-ha!" Micky said sarcastically.
"For the record, it's Mr.Babbit you're supposed to be annoying." Mike sighed.
"I'm having more fun teasing Micky." Davy grinned.
"Sleep with one eye open tonight Davy." Micky shot back.
"Why? What are you going to do to me?" Davy frowned.
"Well you need your bangs trimmed. I could cut them for you while you sleep. Of course I tend to get a little scissor happy." Micky said picking up the scissors.
"Let's go Pete! I'll leave you alone now!" Davy piped.
The two raced downstairs. "I knew that would shut him up." Micky grinned.
Mike rolled his eyes chuckling. "Let's go."
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