December 3rd: 'I'm The One!' [The Monkees]
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adventdrabblesTitle: 'I'm The One!'
Fandom: The Monkees
Characters: Micky Dolenz, Davy Jones, Peter Tork, Mike Nesmith
Rating: G
The Pad was a busy hive of festive activity. Each roommate had received an assignment, and was working merrily away.
Micky, being the resident mad scientist, had taken on the task of meticulously checking every bulb of the strands of Christmas lights that it was also his duty to untangle. Once a dead bulb was located, he did his best to make sure that it was replaced with a matching, working bulb. The string for the tree had been his first order of business; now, he was working on a strand for outside.
A few feet away, Davy stood by their Christmas tree. He hummed to himself as he placed each ornament carefully into just the right position. Ornaments in a similar color family were spaced apart, so that they wouldn't compete; smaller ones were placed on higher branches, so as to not be hidden by their larger brethren.
As for Peter, he was active out of doors, taking care of the Pad's exterior decorations. The back patio had been festooned with garlands; that done, he had moved out front, working on making the entrance every bit as cheery.
He entered, weary. "I think I'm done out there, guys," he announced, strolling over to the icebox. Helping himself to a bottle of root beer, he smiled. "I don't think it looks half bad, either."
"That's great, Pete," Micky enthused. "The lights should be ready in a minute or two, and I'll help you hang them."
"Groovy."
From treeside, Davy began to frown. "Wait a minute, chaps. Why is it that we're doing all the work? Doesn't it seem that somebody's missing?"
"I heard that," Mike called from the bedroom. He sauntered out, leaning in the doorway. "You guys're on your own!"
"Why is that," Peter wondered.
"Well, I'll tell you why." Mike ticked off on his fingers: "If you'll recall, I'm the one who scrounged around, tryin' to dig up enough money to buy a Christmas tree. I'm the one who drove down to the tree lot just outside of town. I'm the one who had to jostle and bustle and fight the crowds. I'm the one who picked out the perfect tree. I'm the one who paid for it. I'm the one who tied it onto the top of the Monkeemobile all alone, 'cuz the tree lot was so busy that nobody could help me. I'm the one who drove all the way back here, and unloaded the tree, and lugged that sucker in here, and had to drag it all over the place, before you three could agree on the best spot to put it. So," he concluded, "in case you're still wonderin' why you guys are out here decoratin', it's because I'm the one who had a full day's work, got himself all tuckered out, and earned himself a rest!"
His piece said, Mike turned on his heel and went back into the bedroom to resume a nice, relaxing nap.
All was silent for a moment, as the other three exchanged dumbfounded glances.
Micky scratched his head, his cheeks turning ever so slightly pink. "Think Mike was trying to tell us something," he lamely asked.
Fandom: The Monkees
Characters: Micky Dolenz, Davy Jones, Peter Tork, Mike Nesmith
Rating: G
The Pad was a busy hive of festive activity. Each roommate had received an assignment, and was working merrily away.
Micky, being the resident mad scientist, had taken on the task of meticulously checking every bulb of the strands of Christmas lights that it was also his duty to untangle. Once a dead bulb was located, he did his best to make sure that it was replaced with a matching, working bulb. The string for the tree had been his first order of business; now, he was working on a strand for outside.
A few feet away, Davy stood by their Christmas tree. He hummed to himself as he placed each ornament carefully into just the right position. Ornaments in a similar color family were spaced apart, so that they wouldn't compete; smaller ones were placed on higher branches, so as to not be hidden by their larger brethren.
As for Peter, he was active out of doors, taking care of the Pad's exterior decorations. The back patio had been festooned with garlands; that done, he had moved out front, working on making the entrance every bit as cheery.
He entered, weary. "I think I'm done out there, guys," he announced, strolling over to the icebox. Helping himself to a bottle of root beer, he smiled. "I don't think it looks half bad, either."
"That's great, Pete," Micky enthused. "The lights should be ready in a minute or two, and I'll help you hang them."
"Groovy."
From treeside, Davy began to frown. "Wait a minute, chaps. Why is it that we're doing all the work? Doesn't it seem that somebody's missing?"
"I heard that," Mike called from the bedroom. He sauntered out, leaning in the doorway. "You guys're on your own!"
"Why is that," Peter wondered.
"Well, I'll tell you why." Mike ticked off on his fingers: "If you'll recall, I'm the one who scrounged around, tryin' to dig up enough money to buy a Christmas tree. I'm the one who drove down to the tree lot just outside of town. I'm the one who had to jostle and bustle and fight the crowds. I'm the one who picked out the perfect tree. I'm the one who paid for it. I'm the one who tied it onto the top of the Monkeemobile all alone, 'cuz the tree lot was so busy that nobody could help me. I'm the one who drove all the way back here, and unloaded the tree, and lugged that sucker in here, and had to drag it all over the place, before you three could agree on the best spot to put it. So," he concluded, "in case you're still wonderin' why you guys are out here decoratin', it's because I'm the one who had a full day's work, got himself all tuckered out, and earned himself a rest!"
His piece said, Mike turned on his heel and went back into the bedroom to resume a nice, relaxing nap.
All was silent for a moment, as the other three exchanged dumbfounded glances.
Micky scratched his head, his cheeks turning ever so slightly pink. "Think Mike was trying to tell us something," he lamely asked.
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