"Dinner's ready!" Peter yelled.
Rapid footsteps were heard coming from the stairs.
"What is it tonight big Pete?" Micky asked.
"Barbcue ribs and mac and cheese with corn." Peter flashed a big dimpled grin.
"Oh boy." Davy grinned licking his lips.
"As soon as someone sets the table we can eat." Mike said giving Micky a look.
"Roger that!" Micky said.
He quickly set the table causing everyone to laugh.
"You're not hungry are you Micky?" Mike asked with a chuckle.
"What gave you that idea?" Peter asked.
"HEY MR.B! DINNER'S READY!!" Davy hollered.
"You don't need to shout! I'm not deaf!" Mr.Babbit sighed.
"Sorry. Hey Micky, can you please hand me the Carol?" Davy asked.
"What did you say?" Mr.Babbit asked looking confused.
"Corn. What'd you think I said?"
"Carol." "Sorry mate. I said corn." Davy said giving Mike a quick wink.
Mike smiled. "I sure love these ribs. Don't you Mrs.B?"
"What?!"
"I said Mr.Babbit. Who'd you think I said?" Mike asked.
"I'm losing it. I'm...losing it!" Mr.Babbit cried.
He went to the downstairs bedroom missing the smiles the others gave
each other.
"Order! Order!" Mike said banging his malet.
"I'll have a cheeseburger. No onions please." Davy said.
"Can I have your pickles?" Micky asked.
"Oh ha ha guys." Mike sighed.
"Sorry mate. I'm keeping me pickles."
"I want a strawberry shake to go with my cheeseburger." Peter said.
"Oh that sounds good." Davy said.
"Knock it off!" Mike cried.
"Fine. I won't have a shake." Davy pouted.
"Are you three done? Because I think we reached a turning point with Mr.Babbit. If everything comes out like I planned he'll be leaving soon." Mike smiled.
"Yes! Yes! YES!!!!" Micky cheered.
"Good morning Mr.B!" Peter grinned.
"I hate morning people." Mr.Babbit grumbled.
"Oh Mr.B. Someone dropped this letter off for you." Peter said handing him the letter.
"It's from Carol! Oh she misses me and wants to talk! Oh!" Mr.Babbit glushed.
Peter fought back a laugh as Mr.Babbit glushed some more.
"Do you think Davy and Micky can pull this off?" Mike whispered.
"Relax. Davy has a knack for being romantic, and Micky has a knack
for being funny. It'll be okay." Peter whispered back.
"Knock, knock!" Micky sang.
"Who is it?" Carol asked.
"Micky and Davy. We have a letter for you from Mr.B. I don't suppose you-"
Carol cut him off by opening the door and yanking both boys inside.
"Give me the letter!" Carol cried. "Your eyes are like cupcakes floating in a sea of...sour cream?"
"What is with you and that line?" Micky whispered.
"It always works." Davy whispered back.
"He wants to see me at the place we met last time. Oh I have to go get ready! You boys are such sweethearts giving me this letter!" she glushed giving each boy a kiss on the cheek.
"Thanks!" Micky winced rubbing his cheek.
"You boys are dolls. And I don't care what Henry calls you." Mrs.Babbit said kissing Davy's cheek.
"What does he call us?" Micky couldn't help but ask.
"Oh, um longhaired weirdos, loathsome teenagers, freaks of nature." Mrs.Babbit said.
"Why are we helping him again?" Davy asked.
"Just smile at the nice old woman." Micky said with a fake smile.
Davy sighed as he forced out a cheeky grin.
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