(This story idea came from the awesome Murdock you!
I hope you enjoy the story.
I don't own The Monkees.
Not beated all spelling mistakes are mine and mine alone.)
Mike woke up to something burning. Leaping out of bed he tore open the bedroom door and hurried down stairs to see what was going on. There was Peter sighing and scraping the remands of something into the garbage.
"What's burning?" He asked as Peter set the frying pan back on the stove and turned away with disgust.
"Pancakes." Peter admitted.
"Oh, where are Micky and Davy?" Mike asked as he went over to the stove and took the frying pan off and started running water in the sink to wash it.
"Out on the beach. Micky wanted to go running before breakfast." Peter answered as he sat down at the table.
"Ahh, I see." Mike said and set the pan back on the stove and turned the burner on and grabbed the coffee pot and poured some into a mug. He added sugar and grabbed a spoon to stir it around with and sat down next to Peter at the table.
"Aren't you going to watch it?" Peter asked worriedly looking at the frying pan.
"No, not yet at least, it needs to get hot." Mike said.
"It was hot though." Peter answered as Mike took a sip of coffee.
"Well, yes it was," Mike agreed "But it was too hot Peter, that's why you burned them."
"Oh." Peter said looking down.
"Hey, it's not the worst mistake you can make while cooking." Mike said smiling and got up "Come here…I want to show you how to tell if the pan is hot enough." Peter followed Mike over to the sink as Mike ran his hand under the cold water and flicked his fingers onto the pan. The water sizzled and evaporated.
"See how the water danced a little on the pan?" Mike asked Peter. Peter nodded showing that he had saw that.
"That's how you know it's hot enough." Mike said "Where is the bowl of batter?" Peter grabbed the bowl and handed it to Mike who stirred it up and put a dollop of batter onto the skillet.
"Now," Mike said setting the bowl down onto the counter next to the stove "We wait." After a few minutes Mike grabbed the pancake turner and called Peter back over to his side.
"Okay Pete," He said "See all the little bubbles in the batter?"
"Yeah." Peter said.
"Alright, that's generally how you can tell if a pancake is ready to be flipped." Mike said as he slid the spatula and flipped it over. It was a light golden brown colour. Mike grinned.
"Want to grab a plate?" He asked and Peter hurried to get what Mike had asked. A few more minutes and Mike took the pancake and flipped it onto the plate and put more batter on.
"Your turn Pete." He said handing over the spatula.
"I'll burn it Mike." Peter said backing up "You saw what I did with the other pancake."
"Peter, I'll be right here, if you have questions." Mike said going over and sitting down at the table and drinking his coffee.
"Okay." Peter said hesitantly as he stood at the stove. Mike smiled and when Micky and Davy came in from their walk with Peter turning over the last pancake onto the plate Micky's eyes grew wide.
"Peter," He exclaimed "You're cooking!" Peter smiled as he brought the plate over to the table.
"Yeah, I guess I am." He said "Mike taught me how to make pancakes." Peter grinned.
"Pancakes!" Davy whooped and ran over leaving a trail of sand going from the bandstand to the table.
"Davy, please go and wash up." Mike sighed as he got up to grab plates, cups and sliver ware. Davy and Micky both hurried over to the bathroom and after fighting a little bit to see who was going to wash up first they returned to the table ready to eat.
"Hey, this isn't half bad Peter." Davy said around a mouthful of griddle cake.
"Yeah, now you can make pancakes and cereal." Micky joked.
"Micky, be nice." Mike said as he washed down his pancake with some milk.
"Really Pete, these are good." Micky complimented the blond as he took another two cakes.
"Thanks Mick." Peter answered bowing his head at the praise slightly embarrassed. Micky just smiled and started eating again. Soon after the pancakes where gone Mike stood up and drained the last of his coffee and put it by the sink.
"Well I think that it is only fair that since Peter and I cooked Davy and Micky, you guys do the washing. Come on Peter let's go for a walk down to the beach." And with that he walked out the door Peter following behind smiling slightly.