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anythingdrabbleTitle: 'Trying To Be Nice'
Fandom: The Monkees
Characters: Henry Babbitt, Peter Tork
Word Count: 100
Rating: G
Notes: Crossposted tovocab_drabbles
Summary: Peter raised his hands.
Babbitt stopped dead in his tracks, overwhelmed. "What in the world has been going on in here now?!"
The Pad smelled distinctly of yeast dough. And it looked troublingly like the interior of a loaf of bread. Smears of dough were everywhere. Not confined merely to the kitchen, streaks of it were draped along the stair railing, and dollops dangled from the furniture.
"Dolenz is behind this, isn't he," Babbitt snarled, glaring at the ubiquitous doughy blobs.
Peter raised his hands. "He was only trying to be nice," he insisted, "and make bread for everyone in the neighborhood. Including you."
Fandom: The Monkees
Characters: Henry Babbitt, Peter Tork
Word Count: 100
Rating: G
Notes: Crossposted to
vocab_drabblesSummary: Peter raised his hands.
Babbitt stopped dead in his tracks, overwhelmed. "What in the world has been going on in here now?!"
The Pad smelled distinctly of yeast dough. And it looked troublingly like the interior of a loaf of bread. Smears of dough were everywhere. Not confined merely to the kitchen, streaks of it were draped along the stair railing, and dollops dangled from the furniture.
"Dolenz is behind this, isn't he," Babbitt snarled, glaring at the ubiquitous doughy blobs.
Peter raised his hands. "He was only trying to be nice," he insisted, "and make bread for everyone in the neighborhood. Including you."
