The house hadn't been used in a while, so there wasn't very much in the fridge or on the shelves. After some searching around, the girls realized the only thing they could really make was spaghetti.
"I hope they like spaghetti." Arlene told her older sister as she put water in a large pot.
"Micky's Italian, so I guess he will at least." Chris told her.
Soon, the aroma of spaghetti cooking wafted through the house.
Micky poked his head into the kitchen.
"Spaghetti?" He asked with a smile.
"Yeah, that's all we have." Chris replied.
"Groovy." Micky said. He went back into the living room.
"There's spaghetti cookin' in the kitchen." Micky told the others.
"That's good." Mike replied, but Davy and Peter didn't seem to happy. Davy had never cared for pasta dishes and Peter was the same way. He preferred vegetables and fish. Still, neither of them said anything, since nobody had expected them to stay this long.
Chris's younger sisters helped set the table for eight and soon the spaghetti was ready. Sitting down it was a Monkee between each of the girls. Soon, everyone began to eat, with Micky digging into the food. He really went to town on the food, and it wasn't long before even Stephanie, who was sitting next to him, wondered where he had learned to eat. Davy, who had yelled at Micky once before about his table manners, knew this was going to happen and had arranged to sit at the opposite end of the table. After a while, though, Micky finally noticed everybody was looking at him.
"What's wrong?" He asked, sauce on his chin.
After a long pause, Arlene said "You have sauce on your chin."
"Oh, thank you." Micky replied, grabbing a napkin and wiping his chin. He then went back to devouring the spaghetti.