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adventdrabblesTitle: 'Hungry Christmas Elves'
Fandom: The Monkees
Characters: Micky Dolenz, Peter Tork
Rating: G
"Micky, stop that," Peter fussed, lightly smacking the back of his friend's hand with a spatula. "How are we supposed to make Christmas cookies if you keep eating all the cookie dough?"
Shaking his hand, Micky pouted. "Geez, Peter! It's not my fault that the dough tastes so good! And I wasn't gonna eat all of the cookie dough, honest! Besides, I didn't eat as much of it as you're implying."
Peter gave him a doubting stare. "Then how is it that the supply is steadily dwindling?"
"Uh..." He smiled nervously, hunting through his brain for a feasible excuse. "Little nibbles are being stolen by really hungry Christmas elves? They gotta keep their energy up, making all of those toys for Santa Claus to deliver."
"Oh, darn it," a squeaky voice shouted, catching them both by surprise. "We gotta split--they're on to us!"
"Let's get back to the North Pole before they rat us out to Santa," a gruffer voice replied.
From nowhere in particular then came the sound of two sets of tiny feet scrambling out of the Pad.
"Gosharoonie," Micky breathed, staring wide-eyed at an equally amazed Peter. "I thought I was just making that up!"
Fandom: The Monkees
Characters: Micky Dolenz, Peter Tork
Rating: G
"Micky, stop that," Peter fussed, lightly smacking the back of his friend's hand with a spatula. "How are we supposed to make Christmas cookies if you keep eating all the cookie dough?"
Shaking his hand, Micky pouted. "Geez, Peter! It's not my fault that the dough tastes so good! And I wasn't gonna eat all of the cookie dough, honest! Besides, I didn't eat as much of it as you're implying."
Peter gave him a doubting stare. "Then how is it that the supply is steadily dwindling?"
"Uh..." He smiled nervously, hunting through his brain for a feasible excuse. "Little nibbles are being stolen by really hungry Christmas elves? They gotta keep their energy up, making all of those toys for Santa Claus to deliver."
"Oh, darn it," a squeaky voice shouted, catching them both by surprise. "We gotta split--they're on to us!"
"Let's get back to the North Pole before they rat us out to Santa," a gruffer voice replied.
From nowhere in particular then came the sound of two sets of tiny feet scrambling out of the Pad.
"Gosharoonie," Micky breathed, staring wide-eyed at an equally amazed Peter. "I thought I was just making that up!"
