"Yeah, hold on." Micky said watching tv.
"We've been holding on for an hour! Come on. It's your song and Davy needs your help with the drums." Mike said with a sigh.
"I'll help in a sec." Micky grumbled.
Mike rolled his eyes. "Count it off Dave."
"1...2...1...2...3...4"
The three begin to play Mary,Mary.
"Stop!" Mike exclaimed.
"What?" Peter asked.
"The pitch is wrong. Davy's playing too fast, then he goes too slow." Mike complained.
"Hey! I'm new at this!" Davy protested.
"It's not your fault. Someone's suppose to be helping you." Mike shot Micky a dirty look. Micky was to busy watching tv to notice.
Fed up Mike walked over and turned the tv off.
"Hey!" Micky exclaimed.
"You're addicted to tv and I have to end it."
"I am not!" Micky protested.
"Micky you saying you're not addicted to tv, is like Davy saying he's tall." Mike said with a light laugh.
Davy shot him a dirty look. "Always gotta pick on the little guy don't you Mike. I'll have you know I'm quite tall compaired to some people."
"Yeah midgets." Micky laughed. "Hey, wait. Aren't you a midget?"
"That's it!" Davy said storming to his and Peter's room.
"Aww, we're just teasing ya. Davy come back." Micky laughed.
"Great. We made him mad." Mike sighed.
Peter grinned. "I wouldn't say that."
"Then what's he doing?" Micky asked.
Davy smacked Micky upside the head with his pillow. "So I'm a midget eh?"
Micky laughed as Davy kept hitting him with the pillow.
"Okay, okay, I'm sorry." Micky laughed hysterically.
Davy dropped the pillow.
"I'd like to see you try something like that with me little man." Mike tauted.
"I wouldn't do that to you. I would however do this." Davy snatched Mike's green woolhat from his head and took off running. Mike looked at Peter and Micky who were laughing at him so he went after Davy.
"Those two huh?" Peter asked with a dimpled grin.
"What are we going to do with them?" Micky laughed.
Mike re-entered the pad. "He's fast for a little guy." he panted.
"I am not addicted to tv." Micky grumbled.
"Yeah you are." Mike firmly stated.
Davy re-entered the pad whistling.
"Where's my hat?" Mike demanded.
"I don't have it." Davy said trying to look innocent.
"Liar." Peter chuckled.
"Davy." Mike said in a warning tone. Davy tossed it at him.
"Serves you right for picking on me." Davy said.
"I wasn't picking on ya, I was teasing."
"What's the difference?" Peter asked sounding confused.
"The difference is...hey he's addicted to tv!"
"I am not!" Micky yelled.
"I bet you each a dollar he can't last two hours without turning that tv set on!" Davy stated cheerfully.
Micky was angery and a little hurt by Davy's comment.
"Gee thanks Davy!" he snapped.
"Oh come on Davy. He can last longer than that." Mike said patting Micky's shoulder.
"Thanks Mike." Micky replied giving Davy a hard stare.
"I'd say three hours tops." Mike grinned.
Micky threw his hands up.
"I have faith in ya Mick." Peter smiled. "I say you can last until tomorrow without television."
"Okay, thanks Pete. We'll do this starting tomorrow." Micky nodded.
"How 'bout now?" Davy suggested.
"Fine."
"Good. Who's turn is it to fix lunch?" Mike asked.
"Davy's." Peter grinned.
"I think I'll fix Peter and me a good lunch and serve you two frogs legs."
"Aww. You still mad about the short jokes we threw at you? We tease because we care." Micky grinned.
"You guys do pick on him too much." Peter sighed.
"So do you!" Micky protested.
"You pick on him the most." Mike stated.
Micky sighed. "Fine. I won't do anymore short jokes today either."
"I bet another dollar he doesn't last an hour without picking on me." Davy grinned.
"Two hours." Mike also smiled.
"Three." Peter cheerfully chimed in.
Micky sighed. "This is going to be a long day."