Chapter 11- Lets have a howling good time
Micky: yeah I was doing my werewolf imitation.
Mr. Babbit: werewolf?
Micky: yeah you know how you're sometimes a werewolf. You know sometimes you walk around and growl and you pretend to be a werewolf. - Don't look a gift horse in the mouth

Hallelujah! The laptop was fixed! So here it is the eleventh chapter; dedicated to my wonderful dog who is terrified of thunderstorms.

CRASH!

Davy jumped up in his bed and opened his eyes to look at the clock. 2:19Am. the thunder rolled and lightning crashed enough times to make Davy not able to go back to sleep. He got out of bed to go get a glass of water, looking towards Peter's bed he notice that his older friend was sleeping soundly. Lucky, Davy thought rolling his eyes. He crept quietly across the floor to the bedroom door; once in the kitchen Davy got his glass of water.

The lightning shone in through the big windows making the pad look eerie to Davy. He started his journey back to his room when he heard something coming down the stairs. It was Micky and Milo. Micky was carrying a shaking Milo down to the kitchen. He jumped up when he saw Davy standing there looking at them.

"What are you doing?" Micky whispered.

"Getting a glass of water, what are you doing?" Davy whispered back.

"Well, Milo got scared up stairs and woke me up so I thought I'd bring him down here to you know sleep." Micky walked over to the couch and proceeded to set down Milo, when another loud roll of thunder came. Milo jumped back into Micky's arms and started to whine again. Micky sighed and sat down on the ground with his back against the couch. Davy walked over and sat down next to him.

"Hey you know what I think?" Davy whispered to Micky.

"What?"

"I think Milo's afraid of thunderstorms."

Once the rain started to decease, Mike woke up to find Micky's bed empty. He looked over to the clock to check what time it was. 4:30Am. Mike rolled back into bed and started to drift off to sleep, when he heard howling. He thought it was just some plumbing problem that was wrong with the house and tried to fall asleep again. The howling continued and got louder and louder. Mike sighed and jumped out of bed and started down the stairs, once he reached the bottom step he jumped down only to knock into someone.

"Ow" Mike rubbed his head and got off the floor. "Oh sorry Peter" Mike said realizing he ran straight into Peter. Mike helped Peter off the floor and asked him "What are you doing up?"

"What do you think? With that howling I can't get to sleep." Peter replied. Mike nodded his head in agreement. The two tired Monkees walked over to the living room where Davy and Micky were trying to keep Milo quiet. Milo did stopped for a little while, but when the lighting and thunder continued so did Milo. Davy was trying to persuade Milo with treats, while Micky was rubbing his back. Mike and Peter sat down next to their friends, and Mike asked "How long has he been like this?"

"Long enough" Micky replied.

The hours ticked by and when Micky looked over to the clock he groaned.

"What is it?" Peter asked.

"Its 6:00Am we've been sitting here for almost two hours." Micky answered back. All four boys sighed, suddenly there was knocking at the door. Mike jumped up first to go look through the peephole.

"It's Mr. Babbit!" Mike whispered to the others. Micky jumped up and handed Milo over to Peter.

"What are we going to do?" Davy whispered. Micky sat back down for a minute to think up a plan. He then jumped back up and looked to Peter.

"Quick go into your bedroom I have an idea!" Micky told Peter. Peter nodded and ran over to his bedroom.

"Alright boys open up!" Mr. Babbit yelled still pounding on the door. Micky and Davy walked over to Mike who opened the door.

"OK where is it?" Mr. Babbit asked the three Monkees.

"Where's what?" Mike asked back trying to look innocent.

"You boys have a dog in here." Mr. Babbit said looking around the pad.

"A dog?! No that was just Peter." Micky said "Right fellas?" Micky turned to his confused friends and gave them a quick look. Mike and Davy caught on to where Micky was going and nodded their heads.

"Peter?" Mr. Babbit asked.

"Yeah he got a violin for his birthday and he was trying it out." Micky said.

"At 6:00 in the morning?!" Mr. Babbit asked.

"Well, you know how morning people are." Davy responded before Micky could say something stupid.

"OK well, tell him to play somewhere else. And don't be trying to hide a dog in here. You boys know my rules against pets." Mr. Babbit said. The three Monkees nodded their heads and said goodbye to Mr. Babbit. After shutting the door, Mike let out a breath of relief.

"Well, glad that's over." Micky said sitting down on the couch. Davy walked over to his room to get Peter and Milo.

"Is he gone?" Peter asked still holding Milo.

"Yeah he thinks you have a violin." Davy replied back. All four boys sat down on the couch and tried to relax. Mike looked over to Peter who was petting a sleeping Milo.

"Peter" Mike asked.

"Yes Mike?"

"How did you get Milo to fall asleep?"

"Probably tired himself out from all that howling." Micky said with a laugh.

"No it was quite easy, I just sang to him." Peter answered.

"No why didn't I think of that?" Micky said to himself.

"Well, I don't know about you guys but I'm going back to bed and catching up on my sleep." Davy said getting up off the couch.

"But it's 6:15 in the morning?" Mike said.

"Yeah well I love to sleep in on Sundays." Davy said walking over to his room. The three remaining Monkees looked at each other and started to yawn.

"Goodnight" Micky said getting up and going over to the stairs. Mike and Peter looked at each other and shrugged. Peter got up first and walked over to his bedroom. Mike looked down to Milo and picked him up to carry him upstairs. Once comfortable in his bed, Mike closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep.

Ok I know it's a short chapter but I gotta finish my school work. So I'll write the next one over the weekend and have it up soon. Bye!