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100wordsTitle: 'Babbitt's Birthday'
Fandom: The Monkees
Rating: G
Notes: Crossposted todrabble_zone
"Tomorrow's Mister Babbitt's birthday," Peter announced.
"Yippee," Micky none too enthusiastically intoned from behind his comic book. "I'll alert the media."
"We should probably do something nice for him."
"Well, we can't afford to buy him any presents. Besides, he'd probably think they were all gag gifts, and he'd only open them while wearing heavy armor."
"We could bake him a cake," Peter suggested.
Micky snorted. "Sure, Pete. Nobody trusts either of us two in the kitchen, so he might get poisoned with the very first piece he ate. Besides, he'd just think that the candles were dynamite in miniature."
Fandom: The Monkees
Rating: G
Notes: Crossposted to
drabble_zone"Tomorrow's Mister Babbitt's birthday," Peter announced.
"Yippee," Micky none too enthusiastically intoned from behind his comic book. "I'll alert the media."
"We should probably do something nice for him."
"Well, we can't afford to buy him any presents. Besides, he'd probably think they were all gag gifts, and he'd only open them while wearing heavy armor."
"We could bake him a cake," Peter suggested.
Micky snorted. "Sure, Pete. Nobody trusts either of us two in the kitchen, so he might get poisoned with the very first piece he ate. Besides, he'd just think that the candles were dynamite in miniature."
