Gesh...I have a lot more of this fic, but not typed up. This is all my arm is allowing me to type for now, lol. Thank you Kora for being a loyal review fairy!!!
Clone list: Paisley- Peter Tork clone, Felipe- Peter Tork clone, Robert- Mike Nesmith clone, Madame- Sarah Jacobs clone, Frutchy- Crutchy clone, Mikey- 5 year old Mike Nesmith clone, Pete- 6 year old Peter Tork clone, Clem- hick Mike Nesmith clone, Ezra- hick Micky Dolenz clone...*wipes forehead* hoy, that's a lot. Enjoy all!
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Robert started up the stairs to talk with Felipe. He didn't want to bring the bunny with him though. It might freak out the poor Peter clone again.
"Hey Mikey, Pete" he called the two child clones over as they emerged from the room they shared with Felipe.
"Uncle Rob!" Pete shouted, excited. Robert sighed inward. He'd never get use to being called "Uncle Rob" by his best friend's younger counterpart, let alone his own younger self. "Felipe came running in the bunkroom like he saw a monster!"
"Yeah, I know, Pete. I'm gonna go check out why that is right now. But, I need you to do me a favor."
"What is it?" Mikey asked, looking up.
"Could you boys take this rabbit for me. Go play with it or bring it back to the roof and put it in a cage."
"Okay!" Mikey reached out this short arms and took the oversized bunny from Robert.
"Thanks." The two boys walked off down the hall. Mikey was trying his best to not drop it, but failing. Pete giggled when the bunny slipped right out from between his friend's arms. Robert stepped up to the bunkroom door number two, turned the knob, and walked in.
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Paisley lead Madame to the LH. It was a lovely day in the Newsieverse. The sun was shining and the crashing waves could be heard on the beach. The pair strolled into the parlor of the LH.
"Here we are, Coneflower's Lodging House. She's the owner here. This way is the…" Before Paisley could continue, a loud BOOM came from the kitchen. He throw a horror glance at Madame then bolted to see what happen. There was some puffs of smoke floating causally out of the kitchen. Paisley wavered through the smoke to see a tall, skinny figure in a lab coat standing over the counter.
"Frutchy?"
The mad scientist Crutchy clone looked up in surprise. "Oh, heya, Paisley." He waved meekly then coughed from the smoke. Paisley looked at him in question. "I just had a little accident with…cooking! Yeah, that's it. Cooking."
The Peter clone nodded, taking that answer. Frutchy smirked evilly, knowing Paisley had a naïve streak in him. *And soon my plan for world domination will be set!* "MUHAHA!!!" Frutchy stopped, remembering he had company. "Oh uh…can you leave me alone now? I have to finish my…peeking duck!"
Paisley left Frutchy to his "cooking", going back to Madame - who was meeting some of the LH clones.
"How many strips are on the United States flag?"
Clem and Ezra scratched their heads, thinking as hard as they could…which wasn't very hard. They weren't the sharpest knives in the droor. Clem consulted Ezra who consulted Orville - the pig. Orville screeched something out. Clem nodded, counting his fingers.
Finally, after all this consulting, they had an answer. "Nine" Ezra drawled.
"No, the correct answer is 13. You are the weakest link, goodbye!" Madame was about t hit them over the head when Paisley grabbed her wrist.
"Madame, let's not go around hitting everyone." The Sarah clone tossed Paisley a deadly glare, but agreed silently. They walked off to tour the rest of the LH.
Clone list: Paisley- Peter Tork clone, Felipe- Peter Tork clone, Robert- Mike Nesmith clone, Madame- Sarah Jacobs clone, Frutchy- Crutchy clone, Mikey- 5 year old Mike Nesmith clone, Pete- 6 year old Peter Tork clone, Clem- hick Mike Nesmith clone, Ezra- hick Micky Dolenz clone...*wipes forehead* hoy, that's a lot. Enjoy all!
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Robert started up the stairs to talk with Felipe. He didn't want to bring the bunny with him though. It might freak out the poor Peter clone again.
"Hey Mikey, Pete" he called the two child clones over as they emerged from the room they shared with Felipe.
"Uncle Rob!" Pete shouted, excited. Robert sighed inward. He'd never get use to being called "Uncle Rob" by his best friend's younger counterpart, let alone his own younger self. "Felipe came running in the bunkroom like he saw a monster!"
"Yeah, I know, Pete. I'm gonna go check out why that is right now. But, I need you to do me a favor."
"What is it?" Mikey asked, looking up.
"Could you boys take this rabbit for me. Go play with it or bring it back to the roof and put it in a cage."
"Okay!" Mikey reached out this short arms and took the oversized bunny from Robert.
"Thanks." The two boys walked off down the hall. Mikey was trying his best to not drop it, but failing. Pete giggled when the bunny slipped right out from between his friend's arms. Robert stepped up to the bunkroom door number two, turned the knob, and walked in.
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Paisley lead Madame to the LH. It was a lovely day in the Newsieverse. The sun was shining and the crashing waves could be heard on the beach. The pair strolled into the parlor of the LH.
"Here we are, Coneflower's Lodging House. She's the owner here. This way is the…" Before Paisley could continue, a loud BOOM came from the kitchen. He throw a horror glance at Madame then bolted to see what happen. There was some puffs of smoke floating causally out of the kitchen. Paisley wavered through the smoke to see a tall, skinny figure in a lab coat standing over the counter.
"Frutchy?"
The mad scientist Crutchy clone looked up in surprise. "Oh, heya, Paisley." He waved meekly then coughed from the smoke. Paisley looked at him in question. "I just had a little accident with…cooking! Yeah, that's it. Cooking."
The Peter clone nodded, taking that answer. Frutchy smirked evilly, knowing Paisley had a naïve streak in him. *And soon my plan for world domination will be set!* "MUHAHA!!!" Frutchy stopped, remembering he had company. "Oh uh…can you leave me alone now? I have to finish my…peeking duck!"
Paisley left Frutchy to his "cooking", going back to Madame - who was meeting some of the LH clones.
"How many strips are on the United States flag?"
Clem and Ezra scratched their heads, thinking as hard as they could…which wasn't very hard. They weren't the sharpest knives in the droor. Clem consulted Ezra who consulted Orville - the pig. Orville screeched something out. Clem nodded, counting his fingers.
Finally, after all this consulting, they had an answer. "Nine" Ezra drawled.
"No, the correct answer is 13. You are the weakest link, goodbye!" Madame was about t hit them over the head when Paisley grabbed her wrist.
"Madame, let's not go around hitting everyone." The Sarah clone tossed Paisley a deadly glare, but agreed silently. They walked off to tour the rest of the LH.