"Man, I hope this works." Micky sighed.
The two were sitting at a different table, waiting on the Babbits to show up.
A moment later they did.
"Carol?" Mr.Babbit asked in shock.
"Hello Henry. What are you doing here?"
"Having some dinner. You?"
"The same. How are you?" Mrs.Babbit asked.
"Fine. You?"
"The same."
"Wow these to really know how to communicate." Micky whispered. Mike fought back a laugh.
"Is it okay if I sit down?" Mrs.Babbit asked.
"Oh yes. Please."
After the meals came Carol decided to break the ice. "So um are you doing anything this weekend?
"This weekend's the playoffs."
"Oh, I forgot. Sports are more important than me." Mrs.Babbit snapped.
"That's not true!" "You haven't seen me for about a week! All I asked was what you're doing this weekend and you talk about stupid sports!"
"Uh-oh." Mike sighed.
"Well I'm sorry!"
"No, I'm sorry! Have a nice life!" Carol snatched her purse and left.
"Well what happened?" Peter asked.
"It fell apart. Mrs.Babbit asked Henry if he were doing anything this weekend. He said yeah watching sports. Then they got in this big arguement. I give up." Micky sighed.
"You can't give up. If you do that means the Babbits will never get back together. Which means Mr.Babbit will still be living here. That means no practicing. It also means Davy, that when you decide to bring a date home for us to met. She'll have to met Mr.Babbit too. Do you want that?" Mike asked.
"No." Davy shivered.
"And Micky. You can kiss your werewolf and James Cagney impressions goodbye."
"Don't say that Mike! That's what I'm known for!" Micky cried.
And Peter, when you cook. He'll be here to complain about it." Mike warned. Peter looked hurt. "I don't want that."
"Now I'll ask again. Are you three ready to give up?"
"No."
"I knew you'd see things my way." Mike flashed a sly grin.
"Like we had a choice." Micky grumbled.
"The sad thing is I don't think he even misses his wife." Peter frowned.
"Oh he will. If what I have planned goes right, they'll be back together in no time." Mike smiled.
"No time. No time at all." Davy sang.
"I got no time." Micky added.
"Ha ha guys. Shut up." Mike rolled his eyes.
The two laughed. Then grew serious.
"I hope it works. Or like I told Peter we may have to move." Davy quipped.
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