The two entered the room.
"You okay mate?" Davy asked looking concerned.
"No. I have the ...achoo!...Flu." Mike groaned.
"Aw man." Micky sighed.
"Yeah. Do you guys think you could get me a popicle?"
"Sure." Davy said with a small smile.
About a minute later Davy returned.
"What took you so long?!" Mike whined.
"I was only gone for a minute. Anyway here's your popicle." Davy said.
Mike sighed. "That's grape! I wanted orange!"
"Sorry mate. But we're out of orange." Davy explained.
"The store does."
"Mike, I'm not going to the store. Just eat the grape one." Davy said. "I don't want grape! I want orange!" Mike snapped.
"Calm down! I'll get an orange!" Davy cried sounding really annoyed.
He's acting like a little kid! Davy thought as he climbed into the Monkeemobile.
"Micky?! Can you get me some tomato juice?!" Mike whined.
"Sure Mike."
Micky poured Mike's soup into a bowl and crushed up a few crackers. He then went back upstairs.
"Here." Micky smiled.
Mike sighed "You put too many crackers in here!"
"Well just pick 'em out." Micky suggested.
"Or you could make me another bowl." Mike said.
"I'm not-"
"I'm hungry! Hurry up now!" Mike yelled.
Micky mumbled a curse word under his breath as he went downstairs.
"Service seems to be lacking!" MIke yelled. Then grinned as he mentally patted
himself on the back.
"Here." Davy snapped as he handed Mike a cup of tea.
It was going on two days now and Mike was still driving them crazy.
He felt a little bad about it, but was not going to back down until they learned their lesson.
"Is that your famous English tea?" Mike demanded.
"Yes." Davy replied wearily. Mike tasted it. "Needs more sugar."
"Needs more sugar! You must be joking!"
"No, I'm not. I'm thirsty! Chop, chop!"
Davy gritted his teeth as he stomped down the stairs. He returned a few minutes later.
"Here!" he yelled.
Mike tasted the tea. "Okay. Now you added too much."
Davy groaned. "Drink it or don't drink it! I don't care anymore!"
With that he stomped down the stairs and entered his and Peter's room.
"What are you doing in my bed?" Davy asked.
"I'm hiding from Mike. What's with him anyway?" Micky asked.
"I dunno. But he's driving me crackers!"
Peter entered the room. "Hey guys."
"Hey. Do you know what's up with Mike? He's been so demanded here these past few days." Micky sighed.
"Do you guys remember the way you treated him?" Peter asked with a frown.
"No." Davy admitted.
"The way you treated him, is the way he's treating you." Peter explained.
"Not-uh. We weren't that bad. We're we?" Micky frowned. Davy shrugged.
"Let me refresh your memory. Why does Davy get all the broth? Why does Micky get all the chicken pieces? I wanted a cherry popicle! I asked for a glass of orange juice five minutes, what took so long?" Peter said in a demanding tone.
He looked at Davy and Micky and noticed they both looked ashamed.
Peter let out a soft sigh and softened his tone. "Look you guys. I know you were both sick, but you can't use that as an excuse. Go find Mike and tell him your sorry."
Peter patted each of his friends shoulder and left the room.
"Man I feel horrible." Micky groaned.
"Me too. Let's go find Mike." Davy said.
"Where's my tea?" Mike demanded.
"I didn't make you another cup of tea. We're really sorry for acting so childish." Davy said.
"Yeah we're sorry." Micky added.
Mike smiled. "Aw it's okay. I'm sorry for acting like the way I did too. But I had to teach you guys a lesson."
"It worked!" Davy cried.
"Yeah!" Micky laughed.
"Well thanks for you know. Taking care of us. Bet there were a few times you wanted to slap us." Davy laughed.
Mike also laughed. "It was more than a few Davy! But I forgive you guys."
"Thanks." Micky said.
"Well we'll let you rest. Sorry Mike." Davy said.
"Yeah we're sorry."
"I forgive you guys. Don't worry about it." Mike smiled.
The two nodded and quietly left the room so Mike could take a nap.
Guess those two aren't so bad after all. Mike thought as he drifted off to sleep.