Micky slowly sat up and rubbed his eyes. Why did the morning come so early, he thought to himself. Putting his feet on the floor, he looked at the clock and then at the calendar pinned up on the wall by the headboard of his bed. He looked at the calendar for several seconds, wondering why the date looked familiar. Then it hit him...today was his birthday!
"Today's my special day!" Micky thought to himself. Smiling brightly he quickly got up, washed, dressed and headed down the hurricane stairs to the kitchen. Mike, and Davy were already there having coffee. Peter was frying eggs.
"Morning, guys!" Micky said happily.
"Wow, you're up earlier than usual." Mike remarked taking a sip of his coffee.
"We didn't have to use dynamite to get him out of bed either." Davy added.
"Well, it 'is' a special day today." Micky said, raising his eyebrows.
"What's so special about Tuesday?" Peter asked as he put the eggs on everybody's plates.
"Yeah, it's Tuesday, March eighth." Mike said, taking a bite of his eggs. "No gig tonight, the rent is paid up for the month."
"Tonight is a half-moon, though." Peter put in.
"Yeah, Mick." Davy said, looking at Micky, "What's so special about today?"
Micky looked at his friends in shock. He waited for some sign that they were kidding, that they knew it was his birthday, but they simply stared back at him. Finally, he stabbed at his eggs.
"Nothing, fellas, I was just kidding." He said quietly.
The other three Monkees said nothing as they all continued to eat their breakfast.
After breakfast, Mike washed the dishes, then went to tune his guitar, Davy called his "new" girlfriend Tammy, Peter was playing a game of cards with Mr. Schneider the dummy, and Micky was reading a book entitled "How to build items out of toothpicks and paper plates."
As he read, Micky began to hum a tune, which was Happy Birthday.
"Hmmmm Hmmmmmmm hm hm hmmmm hmmmmmmm hm hm," he went.
"Say Mick, you think you can keep the humming down," said Mike, "I need concentrate on tuning my guitar."
"Sorry," said Micky.
He then whistled Happy Birthday.
"Hey Micky, keep the whistling down, I'm on the phone," said Davy.
Once again, Micky apologized. He began to wonder if everyone really forgot his birthday.
Peter then got up from his seat and said, "I just remembered, I got to go to the store."
"I got to meet Tammy," said Davy.
"I have to get some guitar strings," said Mike.
"Do you guys want me to come with you?" asked Micky.
"That's ok Micky, I'll be fine," said Peter.
"I'm going on a date," said Davy.
"And I won't be gone long," said Mike.
The guys the left, leaving Micky alone in the pad. Micky slumped back down in the couch annoyed with his best friends. "So called friends," he muttered. He grabbed the remote and clicked the television on.
"Do you have troubles at home?" asked the man on the TV.
Micky nodded.
"Are you all alone?"
Micky nodded once again.
"And...did your best friends forget your birthday?"
Micky leaned forward, nodding vigorously.
"If this is your life, then you need to come to the Happy Humble House, where we have fun and everyone remembers YOU! Just call..."
Micky scribbled down the telephone number on a scrap piece of paper he found in his wallet and proceeded to dial.
Mike cracked open the door to see if Micky was anywhere in sight. Not seeing him, he called for Davy and Peter to come on in. They were holding big bags full of stuff and needed to hide them before Micky caught them in the act.
Mike, Peter and Davy were half-way through the door when Mike spotted Micky dialing on the telephone. Too late, they tried to back out, but Micky spotted them and hung up the phone before he had finished dialing.
"Hey guys!" Micky called over to them, "You sure came back quick!" He gave them a sly smile. "What's in the bags?"
"What bags?" Peter asked.
"The bags you have in your hands, Peter." Micky said.
"Oh these bags!" He exclaimed. "Um, these are..."
"Groceries Mr. Babbit told us to carry to Mrs. Prudy's." Mike said quickly as he pushed Peter and Davy out the door. "We went to our door instead of hers."
"Yeah, we'll see you later, Micky." Davy said.
"Need help with all that?" Micky asked.
"NO!" Mike, Peter and Davy yelled at the same time.
"We're fine, Micky." Mike said more quietly to him, "Just go and do whatever it was you were going to do."
"Yeah, I think I will." Micky said, getting angry. "I'll close the door for you."
"Thanks, Mick." Peter said as he walked out. Micky didn't answer, but simply slammed the door in Peter's face. Taking a deep breath to calm himself down, Micky went back over to the phone and dialed the number for 'Happy Humble House'. After a few rings, a woman answered.
"Hello? Happy Humble House where YOU are number one!"
"Yes, today is my birthday and my friends have forgotten it." Micky replied.
"Oh, I'm so sorry to hear that, sir. You've called the right place. Let me have your name and age and when you come down we'll make it a special day for you!"
Micky told her his name and age. She took the info down and told him to come by anytime that day to celebrate.
"Happy Birthday, Micky." The lady said, "And we'll see you later."
"Thank you." Micky replied, "I'll be there soon."
Micky hung up the phone, happy to hear somebody wish him a happy birthday.
"At least I'll have some fun today." Micky said to himself as he grabbed his coat and headed out the door.
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