"Is dinner almost ready?" Micky whined.
"As soon as Tiny is finished fixing it." Mike replied.
"Shut up stork! I'm going as fast as I can!" Davy barked.
"I was kidding, Dave! Geez!"
"I'm sorry Mike. Here we go." Davy sat down a plate of hamburgers.
"Uh Davy. My meat's still pink." Micky made a face.
"Aw, I'm sorry! I'll recook them!" Davy groaned.
"Don't worry about it. Let's just get a pizza." Mike suggested.
"That sounds good!" Peter grinned.
"Will you excuse me?" Davy asked.
Mike stepped back, letting Davy through. He entered the downstairs bathroom. After washing his hands Davy reached into his jacket pocket pulling out the bottle of pills. He was so tired, but knew sleep was out of the question. He would have to be at the theater in less than an hour. He stared at the pills for a moment remembering the advice Bill gave him.
What's the harm in one little pill? Davy thought as he popped one in his mouth.
I'll just take one, he told himself.
"What's that noise?" Mike asked.
"Sounds like the vaccum cleaner." Peter mumbled.
"Who in the world would be vaccumming at this time of night?" Mike asked.
"Where's Davy?" Micky asked.
The three went downstairs and seen Davy dusting. It was weird to see him dusting since Davy never dusted. It made him sneeze.
"Hey fellas!" Davy said with a sneeze.
"Davy, it's two in the morning. What are you doing?" Mike asked with a yawn.
"I couldn't sleep so I thought I'd get some chores done."
"Is that paint I smell?" Peter frowned.
"Oh yeah. I repainted the pad."
"Oh well. What you don't get done, I'll help you in the morning with." Peter said.
"You don't have to. I finished it. I also cleaned out the Monkeemobile. Even washed it." Davy grinned.
"At two a.m.?" Mike asked.
"Are you okay?" Peter frowned again.
"Yeah. I don't understand it. I have all this extra energy. I feel great! I think I'll do the dishes."
"Man I hope you have more sleepless nights." Micky joked.
Davy laughed hysterically. "You're a crackup Micky!"
"It wasn't that funny!" Micky said sounding worried.
"Look Davy, go upstairs and get some sleep. You're acting really weird." Peter sighed.
"Am not. I'm acting like me normal self." Davy giggled.
"Are you sure you're okay. You haven't blinked in two minutes." Micky noted.
"I'm fine."
"Well I'm going back to bed." Mike yawned.
"Me too." Micky said following Mike upstairs.
"You guys go ahead. I think I'll stay down here and watch tv. I'll also finish these dishes up too." Davy said.
"Okay. Goodnight."
Peter glanced at him. "Are you sure you're okay?"
"I'm fine. Stop worrying." Davy replied.
"I'm not." Peter lied through his teeth. He was worried sick about his friend.