By: Lisa and Mickys411    Rated G

The Day before Thanksgiving:

"Well guys," Mike said, "I think that's enough practice for a few days."
"Yeah, we're gonna be busy with Thanksgiving." Peter replied, taking his bass guitar off his neck.
"So is the turkey thawed yet, Peter?" Micky asked.
Peter looked blankly at Micky for a few seconds before answering. "I don't know, I thought you were taking care of the turkey, Micky." He said.
"Me?" Micky replied, "I never said I'd thaw the bird."
The other Monkees looked at each other. Stifling a groan, Mike walked over to the refrigerator and looked inside. There was nothing in the fridge part, so he looked inside the freezer. To his shock, the freezer was turkey-free!
"Where's the turkey?" Mike asked, still looking in vain for the gobbler.
The other three Monkees joined him.
"It's not there?" Davy asked.
"No it is not." Mike stated. He closed the freezer door and turned to his band mates. "It seems one of us did not buy a bird for our Thanksgiving table this year."
"It was him!" Micky, Peter and Davy shouted together, pointing at each other.
"Blaming each other isn't going to help." Mike said, trying to keep his temper in check, "We'll have to go to the store right now and hope we can get something."
"I'll go." Micky said.
"Me too." Peter added.
"Alright, you two go to the supermarket, and Davy and I will start getting the rest of the stuff ready for the meal." Mike replied.
With that, Micky and Peter ran out of the pad and to the Monkeemobile to buy a Thanksgiving turkey.

As Micky and Peter headed to the store, the two were not looking forward to what the place was going to look like.
"Man, I hate hate to see what the supermarket is gonna look like the day before Thanksgiving," said Micky.
"Same here," said Peter.
When they got to the store, they had a hard time finding a spot to park.
"Oh, there's one," said Peter, pointing to an open space.
Micky drove to it, but an elderly woman zoomed to it.
"Ya snooze, you lose sonny," said the woman, getting out of her car, and racing into the store.
After driving around for sometime, Peter and Micky manage to find a spot.
When the two got into the store, it was packed wall to wall with people.
"Wow," said Peter.
"Yeah, said Micky, well, let's begin our search for a turkey."
The two decided to split up and began to see where the turkeys were located.
Micky raced around the store, until he got to the frozen food.
"MMM, let's see, he said, looking around, frozen veggies, frozen pies, frozen meals."
Micky then spotted a case in the middle of the frozen food area, with the sign frozen turkeys on the side.
"Bingo," he said.
He dashed to the case, and was about to grab the last turkey, when someone else showed up.
It was the elderly woman who took the spot in the parking lot.
She then snatched the turkey.
"You snooze, you lose again sonny," said the woman.
"Oh no you don't," said Micky.
He was about to take the turkey away from the woman, when she than began hitting him with her purse.
"Ow, hey stop that, said Micky, I hope Peter's having better luck than me."

Meanwhile, in another part of the store, Peter was looking for the turkeys as well. He had already picked up some stuffing mix and a few other things.
"Nothing around here." Peter said to himself, as he wondered around the aisles, pushing his cart. "I guess I'll go see if Micky's having any luck."
He slowly weaved his way around the people rushing back and forth. One time he was rear-ended by a woman with a cart full of food. She glared at him.
"Watch where you're going!" She snapped at him.
"Ok, next time I'll walk backwards." Peter replied, getting annoyed at all the bad behavior around him.
The woman just huffed and strode away. Peter shook his head and finally got over to the frozen food section where he saw Micky being assaulted by the old lady.
"How dare you try and take a turkey off a defenseless old lady!" She shouted at him, while hitting him with her purse.
"OW, lady, I'm sorry!" Micky replied.
Peter looked over at a pole and saw a phone attached to it. Next to it was a list of numbers to call. The phone was used to make announcements and to call for assistance. With a smile on his face, Peter picked up the phone, dialed the number used for the PA system and spoke in an official-sounding voice:
"Attention, Shoppers!" Peter said. "There is a Brown Chevy sedan with a white top on fire in the parking lot. Please attend to your vehicle."
The lady stopped hitting Micky and looked toward the door.
"That's my car!" She exclaimed.
Forgetting Micky, she began to run and push her cart ahead of her-and into another woman pushing a cart full of food! The food on top of both carts spilled onto the floor.
"Watch where you're going!" The elderly lady shouted, abandoning her cart and running out the door.
"Hey, who's gonna clean up this mess?" The other woman shouted.
"Oh, we will!" Micky and Peter shouted.
They quickly picked the items up and placed them back in the carts-but put the turkey in Peter's cart!
"Thank you very much." The other lady said.
"Think nothing of it, ma'am." Micky smiled.
The two Monkees quickly made a beeline to the checkout counter.
When they made it to the front of the store, Micky and Peter found that the lines to check out almost reached to the back of the store.
"Man, we're never gonna get out of here." Micky said.
"At least the turkey will be thawed by the time we get home." Peter replied.
"The line ends over there, boys." A man told them.
With no other choice, the two got into a very long line and began to wait their turn. As they waited, the elderly lady who had given them a hard time marched back into the store. She did not look happy at all. The two Monkees ducked down so she wouldn't see them as she went to get her cart.
"Thanks, Peter." Micky said, "You came at just the right time."
"I really didn't want to do that." Peter replied, "But that lady had been acting rude."
Slowly, the line moved toward the checkout counter. About halfway up, the baby in the cart in front of them began to cry. And cry and cry. The mother tried to comfort her baby, but nothing seemed to help, until Micky and Peter made funny faces and the baby stopped.
When the guys were almost at the counter, they heard an all-to-familiar voice behind them.
"Y'know boys," The elderly lady that had been hitting Micky said slowly, "That turkey looks awfully familiar."
"All turkeys look alike." Micky said with a smile.
Finally, it was their turn at the counter. They were greeted by a worn-out looking lady.
"Do you have your Super-Saver card?" She asked for what was probably the millionth time that day.
Both Monkees looked in their wallets and said no.
"Well, the turkey would've been cheaper for you if you had it." She said.
"Can you make an exception?" Micky said, smiling a big smile.
The look on the lady's face said it all.
"Sorry, no card, no discount." She said.
The two men didn't argue the point. They were just glad to have the turkey. Micky paid the lady and the two ran back to the car.
"Where did we park the car?" Peter asked.
"You were driving." Micky replied.
It took several minutes before they found their car. As they were getting inside, the elderly lady drove past them, her car kicking up a lot of dust.
On the way home, the Monkeemobile began to make crunching and banging sounds.
"That doesn't sound good." Peter said.
"Oh, no." Micky groaned, "Just when we're in a hurry."
The Monkeemobile then gave a cough and shudder and came to a dead stop.

Meanwhile back at the pad, Davy and Mike were checking to see if they had enough dishes for the big feast, when the phone rang.
"I'll get it," said Davy.
He reached for the phone and answered it.
"Hell-o," he said, speaking into the phone.
"Davy, its Peter," said Peter over the phone.
"Peter, where are you and Micky?"
"We're at the garage, the car broke down on our way home from the store."
"What happened?"
"We're not sure, the mechanic is checking it out right now."
"Are you guys going to be home soon?"
"I'm not sure, we might not get the car back for a few days."
"Don't worry Peter, I'll talk to Mike and we'll think of something.”
"Ok, bye."
Davy hung up and told Mike what happened to the car, and they had to pick up Micky and Peter from the garage.
The two headed to Mrs. Purdy’s, to ask if they could borrow her car.
But when they got to the door, they saw a note reading that she went to spent the Thanksgiving holiday at her Sister's.
The guys had no choice but to ask Babbit for his car.
"Isn't there anybody else we could ask?" Davy asked Mike as they walked over to their landlord's house.
"Most of our friends are away, Davy." Mike replied, "I don't like to do this either, but we gotta pick up those two and get the turkey thawed."
Davy just nodded as the two walked up the front sidewalk. Taking off his wool hat, Mike knocked on the door. It opened a few seconds later, to reveal Mr. Babbit standing there.
"Um, hi, Mr. Babbit..." Davy started to say.
"What do you two want?" Babbit snapped, "If it's for an extension for the rent, forget it!"
"No sir, it's nothing like that." Mike said quickly.
"Let me guess, the stove doesn't work." Babbit replied.
"It works perfectly, sir." Davy answered.
"Then you boys broke something." Babbit said.
"No Mr. Babbit, we would just like to borrow your car." Mike said before the landlord could say another word.
"Oh, is that all..." Babbit said, sounding relieved, "BORROW MY CAR?!" He shouted, then staggered back into his house.
Mike and Davy quickly followed him inside and helped Babbit into a chair.
"You ok, Mr. Babbit?" Davy asked.
"For a minute I thought you long-haired weirdoes said you wanted to borrow my car." Babbit muttered.
"We do, Mr. Babbit." Davy replied.
The landlord slumped back against the chair as Mike continued.
"Our own car broke down just now on the way back from the store and we need it to pick up Micky and Peter." Mike said, "We'll return it as soon as we can."
Babbit was silent for a moment and the two Monkees wondered what he would say.
"I'll let you borrow it." Babbit finally said.
Mike and Davy couldn't believe their ears. Then Babbit spoke again.
"On one condition." He continued.
"What's that, sir?" Davy asked, afraid of the answer.
"That I come with you."

So a few minutes later, Mike was driving Babbit's Chrysler down the road. Davy was sitting in the passenger seat and Babbit was sitting in the middle of the back seat, being the world's worst back-seat driver.
"Not so fast, Nesmith." Babbit directed.
"Yes, sir." Mike replied.
"Don't tailgate, Nesmith." Babbit ordered.
"Yes, sir." Mike said.
"There's a stop sign coming up, Nesmith." Babbit said.
"Yes, Mr. Babbit." Mike answered, gritting his teeth.
By the time they reached the garage, Mike was ready to wrap the steering wheel around Babbit's neck.
Seeing Mike and Davy come out of the car, Micky and Peter, carrying the turkey and groceries respectively, ran over to them.
"Hey, groovy car!" Micky exclaimed. "Where'd you get it?"
"Are you four going to stand there and socialize or are you going back to your house?" Babbit demanded, looking out a side window.
"Does that answer your question?" Mike asked.
Micky and Peter cringed but said nothing. With out a word, the four Monkees climbed into Babbit's car and Mike started the slow ride home.

After a slow and boring drive, the five arrived back home.
"Thanks for letting us borrow the car Mr. Babbit," said Mike.
"Do me a favor Nesmith, take lessons," said Babbit, heading back to his house.
Mike held back from saying anything, while Davy shook his head.
"At least Babbit was nice enough to let you borrow his car," said Peter.
"Come on, let's get this stuff in the pad," said Micky.
Each of the guys took some bags and bought them in.
They unloaded the groceries and let their turkey thaw out.

Thanksgiving Day:

The next morning, the guys got up and went downstairs for breakfast. Peter took the turkey out of the fridge and placed it on the counter. It was still hard as a rock.
"That bird isn't going to thaw in time." Davy said, shaking his head.
"After breakfast, I'll take the wrapping off," Peter replied, "Then I'll put it in the roasting pan."
But after breakfast, Micky remembered that the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade was on and they all gathered around to watch it on TV. Only several hours later, did they remember the turkey.
"I forgot to unwrap the turkey!" Peter exclaimed.
"And we gotta get the stuffing and mashed potatoes made!" Micky said.
Peter ran over to the kitchen and after several minutes, the plastic wrapping came free. The turkey was getting a little soft, but still too hard to roast.
"Now, where is that roasting pan?" Peter asked himself. He searched high and low, but no pan.
"What's wrong, Peter?" Mike asked, making the stuffing.
"I can't find the roasting pan." Peter replied.
So the others helped Peter look for the pan, but had no luck.
"I know we had a pan." Micky said, "But what happened to it"
Davy suddenly snapped his fingers. "I remember now!" He exclaimed, "We gave it back to Mrs. Prudy."
"But she's away, we can't borrow it back." Mike said.
"Great, we get a turkey, but have nothing to cook it on." Micky said.
"Maybe Mr. Babbit has a spare." Micky said, but the look Mike and Davy gave him made him walk back into the living room.
"How about a cookie sheet?" Peter asked, holding up a sheet with sides on it. "It's big enough."
With no better alternative, Peter put the turkey on the cookie sheet. Mike tried to stuff the bird, but the turkey was still too frozen to let anything inside.
"I guess we just gotta wait a little longer." Mike said.
So the guys settled down and waited and waited for the turkey to thaw.
And they waited…
While the guys waited for the turkey to thaw, they took care of the other items.
Davy mashed the potatoes, Mike set the table, Micky washed the vegetables, and Peter cooked up his Mom's recipe for Pumpkin Pie.
After that, the guys decided to see if the turkey was thawed out.
"Mmmm, still a bit frozen in some spots, but I think it's ready to go," said Mike.
"We can put it in the oven?" asked Peter.
"I think so," answered Micky.
"I'm sure it will thaw out faster if we cook it now," said Davy.
They stuffed the turkey, and placed it in the oven.
When the turkey was in the oven, Mike looked at the clock. By the time they ate it would be late, but better late than never, Mike thought to himself.
"So how long now?" Micky asked, licking his lips.
"Well, its fifteen minutes a pound and we have an eighteen pound turkey..." Peter replied, trying to figure out the math in his head.
"About four hours, Peter." Davy said, then pointed to the oven. "That's after you turn the oven on and let the temperature rise."
Mike and Micky slapped their palms against their faces. Peter took the turkey out and turned the oven on. After almost a half-hour, the oven was finally the right temperature.
"It'll be four hours from right now." Peter said.
Micky, Mike and Davy clapped.
"Well, let's watch some football." Mike told the others.
So the guys sat down on the couch and Mike turned on the TV. Just as they got comfortable, the lights went out.
"Of all things to happen on a day like this," grumbled Micky.
"Relax guys, said Mike, just let me find the flashlight or some candles and we'll be set."
"I think we'd have an easier time find that stuff if we have some light," said Peter.
"Peter, if it was light, we won't need candles or flashlight," said Davy.
"Come on guys, don't start now, said Mike, Davy give me a hand here."
Davy got up from the couch and he and Mike began to search for any source of light.
Micky noticed Peter looking at the TV, despite the fact it wasn't on.
"Uh, Peter, what are you doing?” Micky asked.
"Watching TV like the pilgrims did," Peter answered.
"Peter, there was no TV in the time of the pilgrims."
"Well, if there was TV in that time, this is how they would watch it, ‘hey they cut to a commercial in the middle of the game just the red team was winning.’"
Micky was about to say something, but decided to skip it.
Just then, Micky and Peter saw a light shine on them. Davy and Mike found the flashlight as well as some candles.
The guys hoped that the power outage didn't effect their turkey that was still cooking in the oven.
Mike looked at Micky and Peter. "Thanks for helping us look for lights, you two." He said sarcastically.
"Oh, no problem, Mike." Peter said, still looking at the blank TV screen.
Mike rolled his eyes and walked over to the oven. He opened the oven door and looked inside. The oven was warm but he noticed it was beginning to cool. Closing the oven door, he turned to his band mates.
"Guys, do we have a gas or electric oven?" He asked.
"Now that you mention it, I think it's electric." Davy said, realizing what this meant. "So the oven's off?"
"Yep, 'fraid so." Mike said, sitting down on the couch. "At this rate, we may not eat our dinner until tomorrow."
The four Monkees sat in front of the dark TV set, dejected. Just when they had finally gotten things together, they couldn't cook the turkey.
A few minutes later, there was a knock on the door. Micky went to answer it. To his utter shock, it was none other than Mr. Babbit-and with him was the elderly lady who had given him a hard time yesterday!
"Oh hi, Mr. Babbit." Micky stammered, his eyes on the woman standing next to the landlord.
"So we meet again, young man." The elderly lady said, a smile on her face.
"You know him, Auntie Grizelda?" Babbit asked, pointing at Micky.
Grizelda nodded, "Yes, he and his friend were shopping at the same store I was yesterday." She replied.
Micky began to sweat. "Won't you two come in?" He asked.
Babbit and his aunt nodded and walked inside. The other three Monkees walked over to them. They were stunned to see their landlord there, especially Peter.
"Oh, hi Mr. Babbit...ma'am." Peter stammered.
"What brings you here, sir?" Mike asked.
"As you've noticed, the power went out, just as we were finishing our dessert." Babbit said, "So my Auntie Grizelda Babbit and I didn't want the ice cream to melt, so we decided to share it with you four." He held out a half-gallon of Mint Chocolate Chip Ice Cream.
"That's nice of you, sir." Davy replied.
"I also want to apologize for my behavior yesterday." Grizelda said, "I was caught up in the rush of things and I forgot that I didn't really need a turkey since I was having dinner with my nephew."
"It's ok, Ma'am." Peter replied, "It was pretty bad yesterday."
"Well, this ice cream is getting soft." Babbit remarked.
Mike smiled and took it from Mr. Babbit. "Thanks again, sir." He said.
"We'll be going now." Babbit said, leading his aunt to the door. "I'll see you on the first of the month for the rent."
"Bye, Mr. Babbit, Ms. Babbit." Micky said, holding the door open for them.
"Goodbye, and have a happy Thanksgiving." Grizelda replied, patting Micky on the cheek.
"You too, ma'am." Micky replied.
Micky closed the door and just then, the lights went back on.
"Looks like our turkey will get done finally." Davy replied.
Mike put the ice cream in the freezer and after several hours, the turkey was finally done. Peter took it out of the oven and placed it on the table, while Davy brought over the side dishes.
"Well, guys, after all that's happened these last few days, I think we can say this will be a Thanksgiving to remember."
The other Monkees agreed and dug into their Thanksgiving turkey.

THE END