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Thank you-more coming soon, hopefully tomorrow night!

Thank you. The story will turn more dramatic very soon but right now I am having fun trying to write some comedy!

sky429 wrote:
Now, one of us must write a fanfic about the two of us fighting over Micky! (And, of course, he'll have a hard time deciding.)

I'll leave that one up to you, Sandy! Put up yer dukes!

In all serious, though, you are more than welcome to submit any kind of art or fanfic or poetry. The more the merrier around here!

If you ever write a Monkees story, just let us know, Sandy-we'd love to have it!

To continue:

To Maggie's amazement, Alan simiply shrugged and picked up the offending-looking creature. Just as he bit down on it, Maggie noticed the darn things on the plates were moving!
"Alan, I think it's still alive!" she called out in a whisper, trying to warn him.
But it was too late. Alan had already bitten into-and swallowed!-part of a live snail! Now it was time for his face to register shock and panic. He reached for his water glass to wash it down only to discover that the drink was very sour, like lemonade without sugar, then reached across the table for Maggie's instead. It was such a comical sight that Maggie had a hard time keeping a straight face.
"Waiter!" Alan roared, causing Micky and Mike back in the kitchen to laugh so hard their sides began to ache. When Micky felt he could go back in to the dining room without errupting in giggles, he did so. With a look of concern he rushed to the table. "Signor, is something wrong?"
"Well, Giorgio, you did not bring me escargot. These are just snails. And escargot is, well, dead snails!"
"Dios mio!" exclaimed the waiter. "You are right, sir. I am very sorry. That chef is an idiota! There will be no charge for the sn-, er, escargot tonight."
"Well that's better than nothing," Alan grumbled. "And that water-I asked for water with a twist of lemon. What you brought me was lemon with a twist of water."
"I will have that fixed right away," Micky replied, sweeping up the glass in a swift movement. "Would you like an another appetizer, on the house?"
"No, thank you," declared Alan.
"I think we'll just order the main course now," said Maggie kindly. She was mortified at how Alan treated the employees. Her parents had always taught her to speak to everyone as you would your pastor or your grandmother, no matter what their station in life might be.
Somewhat flustered, Alan agreed. "Two calamari dinners-and make sure they don't move when you bring the plates this time!"
Maggie had no clue what calamari was and desperately hoped it was not another "French delicacy". The name sounded sort of Italian; maybe it was a pasta dish.
Micky was surprised at this request. He knew Maggie didn't care for seafood, let alone squid! He couldn't believe Alan was actually ordering for her, and that Maggie wasn't standing up for herself. The very thought angered him but he remained calm. "Are you sure that it what you want, Margarita?"
"He says it is," she shrugged, her voice meant for her ears only.

Micky nearly stomped back to the kitchen in anger.
"What's wrong now?" asked Mike when Micky walked into the kitchen looking like a storm cloud.
"Oh, the way he's treating Maggie, like she's not a person capable of making her own decisions," he grouched. "I can tell by her face she doesn't like it one bit. He ordered calamari for her, can you believe it?"
"But that's ridiculous, Maggie doesn't like..." Mike trailed off as he began to see Micky's point. With a sigh he went to get two squid out of the refrigerator, then got an impish gleam in his eye, and promptly dropped one on the floor.
"Oh, what a shame," he said in mock sadness. Looks like I dropped one. Guess I can't use it now."
"But what about the two second ru-?" began Micky before he realized exactly what Mike was trying to do. A slow smile spread across his face. He had to be one of the luckiest guys in the world to have the friends that he did.
"So what will 'Margaret' be feasting on tonight?"
"The chef's special, of course," smiled Mike. "Cheeseburger, french fries and a chocolate shake on the house for the 'inconvenience.'"

Before long Micky made a great show of placing two covered plates down in front of Alan and Maggie's table. He lifted the lid of Alan's plate to reveal a calamari dinner. Maggie's eyes widened-that wasn't pasta! She felt near tears knowing she couldn't eat her dinner, but not wanting to speak up for fear that Alan would berate her. Just as the tears were forming, she heard the waiter speaking to her.
"There was a terrible accident in the kitchen, and the rest of the calamari can no longer be served. The chef would like you to have his specialty, with his most humble apologies."
Maggie was a little skeptical as Micky took the lid off the plate. After all, the last two dishes he'd brought out had been totally unappetizing! To her relief, a wonderful looking cheeseburger and fries was on her plate. She smiled in gratitude to the waiter, who also gave her a wink.

More next week!

DavidForever wrote:

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Just as an aside, Nora, what did the Monkees do with the regular staff? I don't remember any explanation for that. I was just curious. And I'm glad Maggie didn't get the squid.

Sally B.

Sally, this is why I write for fun and not for profit! We just have to assume there are other kitchen/waitstaff around with their eyebrows raised at the antics of the new employees!