[Table #6/Prompt #41: Apple] The Monkees: 'The Apple'

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Title: 'The Apple'
Fandom: The Monkees
Prompt: Table #6/Prompt #41: Apple
Character/Pairing: Micky Dolenz, Mike Nesmith, Henry Babbitt
Rating: G
Summary: "I tell ya, Mike," Micky grumbled, "the next time that grouchy old Babbitt comes over here to pick some stupid little fight with us, I'll...I'll..."
Authors Notes: Fic = Mine. Characters = Not Mine. Crossposted to doubledrabbles for Challenge #29: Reason.

"I tell ya, Mike," Micky grumbled, "the next time that grouchy old Babbitt comes over here to pick some stupid little fight with us, I'll...I'll..."

Mike rolled his eyes, unimpressed. "You'll what, Shotgun?"

Looking around, Micky snatched for the closest thing to qualify as a projectile. "I'll lob an apple at that sourpuss!"

Just then, there came a knock at the door.

"You'll do nothin' of the kind," Mike warned him as he went to answer it.

"You bet I...will," Micky nervously trailed off--for Babbitt was on the other side.

The landlord stomped in, giving them both his worst glower. "What're you doing with that apple, Dolenz," he growled.

Micky swallowed. "I...ah...I was going to make our marvelous, generous landlord a pie," he squeaked.

Babbitt narrowed his eyes. "I didn't know you could bake. And since when can you bake a whole pie with just one apple? That seems a little unreasonable, if you ask me."

"Oh." Frowning, Micky stared at the apple. "Well, then, I was just gonna have a snack," he said, before biting into it.

"Fine. Remember, I want that rent in one week, or you're outta here! I'm sick of it being late." Ultimatum made, Babbitt stormed out.

"I thought you were gonna lob that thing in Babbitt's face," Mike smirked.

"I sorta changed my mind," Micky mumbled, blushing.