"I don't know about this." Henry said nervously.
"Relax. All she wants to do is talk." Mike assured.
"And talk about her, and your relationship. No sports." Peter frowned as he fixed Mr.Babbit's tie.
"What time will she be there?" Mr.Babbit asked.
"Seven-thirty." Micky said as he, Davy, and Mrs.Babbit entered the
resturant.
"How do I look? I'm so nervous." Mrs.Babbit let out a nervous chuckle.
"You look lovely." Davy smiled.
"Very pretty." Micky added also with a smile.
"How do I look?" Mr.Babbit asked.
"Less scary than usual." Peter grinned.
Mike fought back a laugh. "You look fine."
"Thanks." Mr.Babbit shot Peter a look.
Carol sat at a table and seen Mr.Babbit. The two looked at each other.
"Wow Carol! You look quite lovely this evening." Mr.Babbit smiled.
"Thank you! You look nice too."
Micky walked by dressed in a disguise. "Hello. My name is Mr.D. I'll be your waiter for this evening." he quickly handed them a menu.
"Oh lovely. I'll have the lobster." Mrs.Babbit smiled.
"Oh we're all out of those." Micky said.
"Ribs?"
"Sorry, we're out of those too."
"What do you have?" Mr.Babbit demanded.
"Um soup, or salad. With wine. Hey!" Micky called.
Davy came out also wearing a disguise. "Yeah?"
"We need a bottle of white wine."
"White?" "It goes best with salad." Micky explained.
"Salad and wine? No, it doesn't! Whoever heard of just salad and wine? You need some meat to go with the meal. Throw in a steak or something." Davy said.
"Are you the manager? Are you in charge? Didn't think so. Now serve the wine and go away." Micky said.
Davy shot him a sour look and started to leave.
"Actually steak does sound good." Mrs.Babbit said.
"Thank you." Davy said shooting Micky a glare.
"Do you serve steak?" Mr.Babbit asked.
"We do now." Micky sighed.
"Wonderful!" Mr.Babbit smiled.
Peter came in the room also wearing a disguise.
"Sorry sir! Let me clean this table for you!" Peter accidently sprayed Mr.Babbit in the face. "Sorry!"
"It's okay kid." Mr.Babbit sighed.
"Excuse me!" Mike said in a-you guessed it-A disguise. He was dressed like an old man.
"Who are you?" Mr.Babbit asked.
"Why I'm just the kind, old janitor. Excuse me. I'm just cleaning out the garbage cans." Mike said.
"So...how are you?" Carol asked.
"I've been pretty miserable since you kicked me out." Mr.Babbit admitted.
"Good." Mrs.Babbit replied.
"Ouch!" Micky cried from behind the door.
"Shh!" Davy hissed.
The two leaned up againest the door again.
"Come on. Admit you miss me." Mr.Babbit smiled.
"Well I'd be lying if I said I didn't."
"Aww!" Peter glushed.
"Do you mind?" Mr.Babbit asked.
"Sorry."
"Why'd you make me leave?" Mr.Babbit asked.
"I was tired of being ingored. We used to have so much fun. Remember?" Mrs.Babbit smiled.
"Yeah, I do. I guess the problem started when we got older." Mr.Babbit admitted.
"Do you still...find me attractive?"
"How can you ask that? Of course I find you attractive, Carol." Mr.Babbit sighed.
"Well then show me because-"
Mr.Babbit cut her off by giving her a passionate kiss.
"Oh I think I'm going to be sick!" Micky whimpered.
"Micky, be nice." Mike sighed.
"I guess it's true what they say. True love never dies." Peter smiled.
"That's a nice thought." Mike smiled back.
Davy placed a hand on Peter's shoulder and grinned. "I like to think it's true."
"Hey! We better get back to the pad!" Mike said.
They quickly exited.
"Well I guess this is it boys. The missus and I are happier than ever." Mr.Babbit grinned.
"So you'll be leaving?" Davy asked with hope.
"Yes. Come on Henry. The goldfish sure have suffered a great deal since you left. They missed you so much." Mrs.Babbit grinned.
"They suffered? I had to stay here!" Henry cried.
"We'll take that as a thank you and leave it at that." Mike said closing the door.
Micky let out a relieved sigh. "Man I'm glad that's over with!"
They heard the phone ring. Peter ran to get it. "Hello? Yeah, we'll accept the charges. Davy, it's for you."
Davy raced to the phone. "Hello?" Davy's face lit up. "She did?! How is she? What'd she have? YES!!!"
"A boy." Peter grinned.
"What gave it away?" Micky laughed.
"Send me pictures okay? I love you too! Give my love to everyone okay? Bye!" Davy hung up the phone grinning ear to ear.
"What'd she name him?" Mike asked.
"How'd you know it was a boy?"
"Oh I don't know. Might have something to do with you screaming YES! at the top of your lungs." Mike replied.
"She named him Mark Jonathan."
"I like that name. Jonathan. When I have a son I think I'll name him that. Well Jonathan or Christian." Mike smiled.
"Those are good names. What about you Davy?" Peter asked.
"Harrison, if it's a boy. Kinda sounds like my father's name you know. And if it's a girl I'll name her Talia Ann. My mother's middle name was Ann."
"Those are good names Dave. If I have a boy I'll name him Andrew. If I have a girl I'll name her Hannah. Alright silent Micky. I never thought I would ever say that...What would you name your kids?" Peter asked.
"Um...I'm thinking George Michael the third. I said I'm thinking about that name! Or Alexander. And if it's a girl Amiee."
"We have a knack for picking good kids name." Davy grinned.
"That or Peaches."
"You must be joking! Please tell me you're joking!" Davy begged.
"If he isn't, his kids are going to be spending most of their life in therapy." Mike deadpaned.
"Kiki?" Micky asked.
"No."
"Bluebell?"
"No Micky! Stick with Amiee!" Mike cried.
"Why don't you just call her Minnie?" Davy smirked.
"NO!"
"Well guys. We actually had a good day. Mr.and Mrs.B are back together. Davy became an Uncle for the third time. And the most important thing of all, Mr.Babbit is out of the pad!" Mike smiled.
"Hear! Hear!" the others cried.
The End!
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