[Table #6/Prompt #38: Rich] The Monkees: 'Pain in the Neck'

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Title: 'Pain in the Neck'
Fandom: The Monkees
Prompt: Table #6/Prompt #38: Rich
Character/Pairing: Micky Dolenz, Mike Nesmith
Rating: G
Summary: "Are you nuts," Mike demanded.
Authors Notes: Fic = Mine. Characters = Not Mine. Spoilers for 'The Monkees Paw'. Crossposted to drabble_zone for Challenge #137: On The Other Hand, and in abbreviated form to drabblesoup for Challenge #54: All That Glitters.

"I know what I should've wished for on that darned paw," Micky suddenly blurted, looking excited. "The Midas Touch!"

"Are you nuts," Mike demanded. "You'd never be able to play the drums again!"

"I know--but I wouldn't need to. I could just touch whatever I wanted; and then, when it turned to gold, I could sell it. We'd be rich!" His eyes widened with a sudden prospect. "I could even do it to Babbitt, and get him off our backs once and for all. It'd be great! Just think about it: No more landlord breathing down our necks; no more rent to break us..."

"Sure, Mick; that's all terrific, in theory. On the other hand," Mike pointed out, "when Babbitt disappeared, and got replaced by a gold statue, you'd get arrested when you couldn't change him back. Not to mention the fact that nobody'd even believe it was him."

"Oh." Micky's face fell as the bubble was pretty handily burst. "I guess that wasn't such a bright idea, after all, was it?"

Mike chuckled, clapping his deflated friend on the back. "'Fraid not, ol' buddy. All that glitters ain't gold; sometimes, it's just a big pain in the neck."