I got y’all stuffies!!
Micky, you get a stuffed monkey :3
Peter, you get a stuffed tiger!! :)
Mike, you get a stuffed bear :D
And Davy, you get a stuffed cat!! ;3
“Heyyy!! I got the monkey! I got the monkey!” Micky was actually jumping for joy when he saw which animal he got, “That makes me the true Monkee! I’m the monkeyiest of the Monkees!”
“That’s cool, Mick! Look at me! I got a tiger!” Peter giggled, playing with the paws, “Hey, Davy, you got a cat. That’s like….a short version of what I got.”
“Don’t you guys have better jokes than just calling me short all the time?” Davy retorted, hugging his cat for a while. He gave Peter a little hiss then looked away.
“Pfft, stuffies? I’m a grown man, what do I need some toy for?” Mike scoffed, looking at the thing in his hands.
“Oh, really? I can take it off your hands then, Mike, if you don’t want it…” Micky reached out a threatening hand.
Mike quickly clutched the bear possessively to his chest, “Touch it and you die!”
Micky and the others exchanged knowing smirks.
Mike looked down at his stuffie, pouting his lip some before slipping a pair of sunglasses on it.


















