"Well, I've got a few errands to run before the gig. Anyone want to ride?" Mike asked. Micky, Peter, and Davy all started talking at the same time and Mike just stood there with a dead-pan expression on his face.
"All I asked was one question," Mike sighed.
"Well, I have to- to polish my drumsticks," Micky weakly laughed.
"I- uh- I have to help Micky," Peter nervously said. Micky glared at Peter for such a lame excuse.
"I'd like to go with you Mike," Davy said. Apparently he had forgotten about their plans and Micky shot him a look while Peter looked as if he were about to cry. "Uh, like I said Mike, I'd like to go, but ----? Davy trailed.
"Ooh let me guess. You've got to polish your maracas!" Mike said sarcastically.
"Yeah tha's it-----Huh?" Davy asked caught off guard.
"Never mind. Jeez, ya used to worry me to death about goin' with me and when I offer, ya can't think straight. Really! You people!" Mike grabbed the keys and headed for the door.
"Will you be gone long?" Peter asked.
"Long enough! Jus' be ready when I get back!" Mike called over his shoulder as he left the Pad.
"Polishing drumsticks! And Peter helping!!" Davy chided Micky and Peter.
"Well look who lost his mind and was ready to go riding!" Micky hissed.
"Guys, we're wasting time. 'Operation Buddy.' Remember?" Peter interjected.
"Petah's right. Let's get going," Davy sighed. The three left the Pad and went to Buddy's place.
Buddy walked to the living room from the kitchen. Tonight was the night of the Fall Harvest Dance. She sighed because she really wanted to go and she wanted to go with Mike, but he hadn't asked her. Since her brother, with whom she shared the apartment was out on a date, she resigned herself to another night of popcorn and TV. So she settled on the sofa with in her oversized shirt and a pair of old running shorts clutching a bowl of popcorn as she reached to turn on the TV. Suddenly, there was a knock at the door.
"Coming!" she called as she got off the sofa and walked to the door. When she opened it, she saw Davy, Peter, and Micky.
"Oh. Hi guys! Um, if you're looking for Mike, he isn't here," she said.
"Do you want him to be?" Davy asked.
"Wha---," Buddy tried to ask.
"We can make it happen, babe!" Micky said.
"Yeah. Think of us as you fairy-god friends!" Peter exclaimed as the three walked into the living room.
"Let me get this straight. You're my fairy-god friends? So what do you want from me?" Buddy asked, as she plopped back down on the couch.
"Tonight, you and the dashing Michael Nesmith will dance the night away at the Fall Harvest Dance," Davy answered.
"You're nuts!! Mike isn't interested in me that way!" Buddy protested.
"How do you know?" Peter asked.
"Well, I don't, really," Buddy answered.
"How do you see him?" Micky asked.
"Well- I - I do like him. But that's a one-way street, man," Buddy sighed. "We fix cars!!"
"It doesn't have to be," Micky said. "Maybe he likes you too, but he just cant say."
"How- uh- how do you get a guy to say?" Buddy asked.
"Why don't you leave that to us?" Davy smiled.
"Merciful heavens," was all Buddy could say before her fairy-god friends descended upon her.