"Hey Mick. Can you grab that for me?"
Micky was about to deliver a "What's the matter? Tiny Tim need my help?" line when he quickly caught on to what Davy was doing.
"Nice try!" Micky laughed. "Mike, Davy's trying to cheat."
Mike walked towards them. "That true?" he gave Davy a mock glare.
"I was. He's smarter than I thought." Davy giggled.
After they ate Mike and Davy went to the record store. Micky was having withdrawl. He really wanted to watch tv, but knew he couldn't. The guys, especially Mike and Davy, would never let him hear the end of it if he did. He glanced over at Peter who was washing the dishes.
"Maybe I can take a quick peek." Micky thought.
He was about to turn the knob on when a voice barked "What are you doing?!"
Micky jumped about a foot of the couch. He spon around and seen Mike glaring at him.
"He was going to watch tv. That's what he was going to do." Davy grinned.
"I was not. I was...I was dusting the knob."
Peter walked over by his friends. "What's going on?"
"We caught Micky trying to watch tv." Davy again grinned.
"Now look midget-"
"A-ha! You heard him! He called me a midget! I win!" Davy exclaimed cheerfully. He was happy he won.
"Um sorry. But I win. You said an hour right?" Mike asked.
"Yeah, that's right."
"Well it's been sixty minutes so I win." Mike grinned.
"No, an hour is sixty minutes so anything under sixty minutes I win. Anything over sixty minutes and that means you win." Davy explained.
"He's right Mike. Davy wins with the short jokes. But no one wins about the tv because techinally Micky never watched it." Peter explained.
"But I win right?" Davy asked smiling.
"Yep." Peter nodded.
Davy held his hand out. "Pay up."
Peter handed him four quarters. Sighing Micky gave him a dollar. Mike put his hands in his pockets and gave the group a sheepish grin. Davy roughly cleared his throat.
"I'm uh I'm broke. Sorry." Mike said.
"It's okay Mike. You'll give it to me when you get the chance. After all I know where you live." Davy said.
Everyone but Micky laughed at that.
"Thank you good buddy." Mike said sounding a little reliefed.
Quite sometime later everyone but Micky grew tired.
"Well fellas. I think we should turn in." Mike yawned.
Davy walked over by the chair and gave Peter who had been asleep a gentle shake. "Wake up Peter."
Peter stood up and stretched. "Night Mike. Night Micky." Peter and Davy said as they went to their room.
"Night guys." Mike waved.
"Night Pete. Night Davy." Micky faked yawned.
About a half hour went by and Micky looked over to where Mike slept. Mike's eyes were closed and seemed to be a sleep.
"Mike?" Micky whispered.
No answer. Micky let out a reliefed sigh. He tipped toed downstairs and entered Davy and Peter's room. He glanced at Peter who was snuggled up to his teddy bear he sometimes slept with.
He glanced at Davy who's face was pressed hard up againest his pillow. Both obliously in a deep sleep. Micky grinned.
He very quietly left the room and gently closed the door. He tip toed away from their room when he stepped on a pair of shoes.
"Ow!" he whispered. "Who's shoes are these?!" He picked them up. "Oh they're mine. Oops." he thought.
He made a sandwich and poured a tall glass of ice water. He settled on the couch and turned the tv on. Then made a quick glance to make sure no one was around.
"We now return to shock theater." a creepy voice announced.
"Groovy." Micky said with a grin. They showed two really scary zombie movies in a roll. During the third one Micky had drifted off. He heard someone pounding on the door.
"Who in the world?" he thought. He got up and seen it was Babbit.
"Babbit it's almost two in the morning. What do you want?" Micky asked.
Babbit's skin was ghostly white, and his eyes were red.
"Um Mr.Babbit?"
Mr.Babbit roared and chased after Micky. Micky finally got him out of the pad.
"What is going on?" Mike asked. He, Peter, and Davy entered the room.
"Mr.Babbit's a zombie!" Micky exclaimed.
"We know." Mike said.
"You know?"
"Yes. Babbit's a zombie. I'm the tooth fairy. Pete's the easter bunny. And Davy's Santa Claus."
"Ho-ho-ho." Davy chirped. The three laughed.
"Shut up! It's not funny." Micky exclaimed.
"I think it's down right bloody hilarious." Davy laughed.
"You guys. I'm serious. He barshed in here and attacked me! His eyes were red, and he was white as a sheet." Micky said sounding scared.
Davy no longer looked like he was about to burst out laughing. Instead he looked scared. "What are we going to do?" he asked.
"I always knew that guy was evil." Mike shivered.
All the sudden Babbit kicked the door down. All four Monkees ran out the pad. They raced to the Monkeemobile and took off.
"Is everyone here?" Mike asked.
"I'm here." Peter chimed.
"Micky? Davy?" Mike asked.
Micky glanced at Davy who was shaking alittle bit. "We're here."
"Guys, I'm scared." Peter whimpered.
"Don't worry Pete. We're safe." Mike panted.
Micky turned around and seen a whole bunch of zombies chasing after them.
"Faster Mike!" Micky yelled.
He floored it causing Davy to fly up front and he landed in Micky's lap.
"And what do you want for Christmas little boy?" Micky laughed.
"A squirt gun, a base ball, oh and for these zombies to stop chasing after us." Davy yelped.
Suddenly the car died.
"No!" Peter cried.
"We have to make a run for it." Mike stated.
The four got out of the car. Davy winced in pain.
"What's the matter?" Micky asked sounding concerned.
"My ankle. I think I sprained it." Davy groaned.
"Put your arms around my neck. I'll carry ya." Peter suggested.
Davy seemed to be in too much pain to argue. He did as Peter asked.
"What do we do?" Micky asked.
"Stop asking me! I don't know!" Mike snapped.
"Guys cool it!" Davy said. "Yelling at each other isn't going to help."
"He's right." Peter firmly stated.
"Sorry." Mike sighed.
"Am I getting too heavy for you?" Davy asked.
Peter tighted his grip on Davy. "No you're not. You're slipping though."
"We need to get him to a doctor." Micky said sounding worried.
The three started walking faster when a bunch of zombies cut them off. Yelling the three Monkees ran as fast as they could. They entered an empty building.
"Davy, I'm going to have to set you down now." Peter lowered himself near a chair. That's when he noticed Davy was no longer on his back.