Mr. Babbit, their beloved landlord, had decided to raise the rent last month. Though the guys had been able to do without in October, and pull the money together, it would seem things were not to be that easy this month.
"Well, guys, here's our choices," Mike Nesmith sat at the head of the table, twirling the official Monkee-meeting gavel in his hand, "We pay our rent, keep a roof over our heads and Babbit off of our back or we have a Thanksgiving dinner and risk losing the Pad. Well?"
"I'm all for paying the rent!" Davy Jones spoke up.
"That's because Thanksgiving is an American holiday." Micky Dolenz smirked. "When America thanked God that we were delivered from Britain."
"That's not true, Micky!" Peter Tork replied. "The Colonist were thanking God for harvest that they reaped after a winter of starvation."
"Yeah! So, there!" Davy stuck his tongue out at the drummer.
Micky made a face at the short Englishman, then rolled his eyes when Peter continued.
"Besides, Thanksgiving doesn't have to be a holiday just for Americans. I think everyone around the world should set aside at least one day for giving thanks."
"Yeah, well, not everyone in the world has a Mr. Babbit to contend with." Mike said. "We know how Davy feels. How about you two?"
"Well," Peter hesitated as he thought out his decision, "We don't need a fancy meal to be thankful. I suppose we can pass it up this once."
"Micky?" Mike asked.
"No, man, I say we get the turkey - the fowl, not our landlord - have a dinner, and be a little late on the rent." Micky said. "We've been late before, and he's always threatened to kick us out but never has."
"Guess it's up to you, mate!" Davy said to Mike.
Mike rested his chin against the gavel, and wished he had put in his say first. Now he held the deciding vote.
A Thanksgiving Adventure by Lisa G