Haha the doctor diagnosed me with obsessed with Mike Nebsith haha
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Haha the doctor diagnosed me with obsessed with Mike Nebsith haha
Nudie suit Mike moves like those animatronic bears in the Country Bear Jamboree during the half and half "WANTED FOR FRAUD!" Scene in 33⅓ revolutions per monkee
I wanna see what happens when Mike needs wisdom tooth surgery and gets high on anesthesia then we can see the guys trying to take care of him too
“I can’t believe you waited this long to get your wisdom teeth out, Mike…” Davy commented from the backseat of the Monkeemobile.
Micky drove them this time, seeing as Mike was in the passenger seat, grumbling under his breath and holding his cheek where his teeth had finally started to drive him crazy.
“Yeah, what made you wait so long?” Micky asked as they pulled up in front of the office.
“Let’s just say I hate going to the dentist…” Mike replied, getting out of the car and slamming the door, “Did all three of you have to be here?”
“Well, yeah. You may need all the help you can get after you’re high on anesthesia.” Micky smirked, “I don’t know how wild you’re going to get.”
This made Mike grimace. When they went inside the office and he was put in the patient’s chair, he shifted uncomfortably, “So, are you guys knocking me out for this procedure?”
The dental assistant nodded, “Yes, don’t worry. You won’t be able to feel any pain.”
“Are you sure we can’t do with me being awake?” Mike asked with sincerity.
But the dental assistant only laughed, “Yeah, right. Of course you want to be asleep for it.”
When she walked off, the rest of the guys turned to him with surprise.
“You actually sounded serious there, Mike. Why would you want to be awake for this kind of thing?” Davy asked.
“I just don’t like being under anesthesia, that’s all…” Mike gulped, gripping the arms of his chair, “I’d rather take the pain than be out of control.”
“Look, I know we were messing with you earlier but we’ll be with ya.” Micky reassured him, “We’ll make sure you don’t do anything too crazy.”
Mike gave a feeble smile and a nod, but he didn’t look too convinced.
“I wish you’d told me sooner that you were scared about going under. I would’ve brought my trusty teddy bear…” Peter said, “He always helps me feel brave.”
Despite his anxiety, Mike chuckled, “Thanks, shotgun.”
When the dentist came in, the guys were asked to wait outside in the lobby for the procedure so they couldn’t be in when Mike went under. After hours later of surgery, Mike was brought back to them in a wheelchair with gauze and cotton balls filling his mouth but his eyes were half-lidded and foggy.
“Well, here he is. The operation went very smoothly.” The dental assistant said, bringing him out.
“Oh my days! He looks like a sleepy chipmunk!” Davy laughed.
“Awww, don’t tease him…” Peter told him but he still giggled some too.
“Oh man, that’s funny. I wish I brought a camera…” Micky giggled before taking the handle bars on the wheelchair, helping Mike when the dental assistant had to go back, “Well, Mike, how do ya feel? It wasn’t so bad, right?”
“I went to sleep.” Mike said, his mouth muffled from still having his mouth stuffed.
“Yeah, yeah, you did go to sleep.” Micky talked to him like a child as he gently pushed the wheelchair outside where they parked.
“Why did I go to sleep?” Mike asked.
“Because you needed to have your wisdom teeth removed.” Davy replied.
“They took…my wisdom teeth?” This made Mike’s eyes widen, “Does this mean…does this mean I’m not gonna be smart anymore?”
Micky and Davy exchanged looks, trying to stifle their laughter.
“Aww, don’t worry, Mike! I got my wisdom teeth removed long ago.” Peter reassured him, “Look at me now!”
Mike looked at him a long time then his eyes started to water, “They took my wisdom teethhh! I’m not going to be wise anymoreeee!”
“Oh great going, Peter!” Micky groaned.
“What did I do?” Peter frowned, oblivious to the damage he’d done.
“I’m gonna be—I’m gonna be dumb and then nobody’s going to be able to take care of y’all…” Mike cried as Davy and Micky each took an arm and helped him into the back seat of the car.
“Aww, don’t worry, Mike. You’re still the smartest of the lot of us…” Davy tried to tell him, “You feel a little loopy right now, but you’ll be better when you get home for some sleep.”
“But I just got sleep…” Mike sniffed as they buckled him in.
“Yeah, well you need more sleep.” Micky replied, getting into the driver’s seat once Mike was taken care of.
“You can go home and see Silver?” Peter pointed out as he got into the driver’s seat, letting Davy sit in the back to tend to Mike in case he needed anything.
“Oh Silverrr!” Mike clapped like an overexcited child, “Ohh I love Silver. She’s such a good kitty. Hi, ho, Silver! Weee!”
Peter laughed, “I think I like loopy Mike.”
Micky glanced in the backseat at Davy. This was going to be a long day.
Hey boys, it says gullible on the ceiling
“Where?” Micky, Davy, and Peter started looking up.
Mike put an arm out, but he was too late, “Guys, don’t—shoot..”
“Oh…pfft, they were messing with us…” Micky laughed when he realized his mistake.
“Yep.” Mike let out a deep sigh
“No, Mike, it really does say it.” Davy said, still looking up.
“Does it really?” Mike looked up, only to be filled with instant regret. He looked down and pinched the bridge of his nose.
“Hehe, got you.” Davy poked his arm, grinning from ear to ear.
who is the best hugger? :3
“Ooh, it’s a tie between Peter and believe it or not, Mike.” Micky rubbed his mouth and tried to think about it.
“No, I know what you mean…Micky, I love you but you’re a little too excited. When you hug somebody, it’s just, ‘oh I’m getting tackled.’” Davy guffawed, “I wouldn’t count myself a bad hugger or anything, it’s just Peter is so warm when you hug him. He’s so friendly and hugs tight but not too tight.”
“Then Mike, it feels like that cat thing of you’ve earned it. He’s not the biggest hugger in the world but when he does hug, it makes you feel safe?” Micky turned away, laughing, “Sorry this sounds so weird. I’m putting way too much thought into this.”
“No, same.” Davy shook his head, “I know what you mean. You’re right. Mike usually only hugs you when you’re, like, really down. He knows when you really need it and he’s genuine. Peter and he both are, you just get more hugs out of Peter.”
the box is real and they made a fucking movie about it
Whats the angriest mikes ever gotten with each of you? and also in general?
“Individually…” Micky chuckled nervously, “For me, it was the time I poured my experiment down the blower of the Monkeemobile’s engine to see if it would go faster. And it worked! I was just too scared to tell Mike what I did…”
“Yeah, I got in the car to get some food when I ended up flying into a pole…” Mike smiled sarcastically at the audience when he thought back on that day.
“You should’ve heard him! Ooh boy…” Peter put on an angry Texas accent, “‘DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW DANGEROUS THAT WAS YOU COULD HAVE KILLED ME OR KILLED SOMEBODY ELSE OR GOT US A TICKET AND NOW I HAVE TO FIX THE CAR BECAUSE—‘ was the brunt of what Mike said while Micky just stood there, looking scared.”
Micky shuddered thinking about it, “Mistakes were made that day.”
Mike sat in the background while the band reminisced, his arms folded as he pouted, trying not to drag up old feelings. He had to keep reminding himself he forgave him for that.
“For me, it was the time we were late to a gig because I was off with a girl…” Davy admitted next, awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck.
“We didn’t get our full pay because our fourth member wasn’t there.” Mike added, his eye twitching, “We were supposed to sing Valleri, Daydream Believer, and Look Out (Here Comes Tomorrow) so we had to improvise with one of us singing the song even though it wasn’t made for us.”
“I thought it went well!” Micky made a face.
“Micky got a little…too into Daydream Believer.” Mike recounted, “Getting a little dramatic.”
“It’s just such a good song…” Micky folded his arms and murmured under his breath.
“Mike had me doing dishes and laundry for a week…” Davy smiled sheepishly.
“Then there was the time that I accidentally lost Silver…” Peter scrunched his eyes close tight, “That was a really bad. The guys just got back home from running errands and we couldn’t find Silver. I stayed home to watch her because Mr. Babbitt had been getting suspicious lately…then we couldn’t find her and the door was open so we thought she escaped.”
“Yeahhh…that was scary.” Davy took a shaky breath.
“I thought Mike was about to lose it!” Micky laughed some.
“If Peter hadn’t started crying, I probably would’ve strangled him.” Mike admitted.
“I felt really bad, okay?” Peter frowned.
“Yeah, it was so funny. Mike had to go out onto the back porch and scream into his hat.” Micky had to cover his mouth to muffle his laughter.
“But we found Silver in Mike’s closet, curled up in his shoes.” Davy explained, “So it was all good.”
“But the angriest he’d ever been was when we had a gig at the Beverly Hills Hotel…” Micky began.
“Oh no, not that story…” Mike ran a hand down his face and sank into his chair.
“Oh yes, that story!” Davy raised his brows and gave him a look, “The owner had hired us to play there for some kind of party.”
“Well, he hadn’t said a word! He just let us play and acted like all was hunky dory!” Mike interrupted, getting excited all over again as if it were happening in real time, “He waits until the very end of the night to tell us that he wasn’t paying us because we were an ‘embarrassment to him and his hotel’.”
“Yeah, like he expected us to be more ‘professional’.” Micky rolled his eyes, shaking his head, “He said he wanted a professional band, not some long haired weirdos.”
“If you ask me, I think he just didn’t want to pay us. If he was really embarrassed by us, he should’ve come to us at the break…” Mike raised a finger and shook it, “I called him out on it then he got all defensive.”
“Yeah! He started making fun of us individually. He called Mike a hillbilly, Davy a funny-looking European, Micky a crazy person, and he said I looked like a girl.” Peter frowned, “I…I may have cried again.”
“So Mike punched the wall.” Micky grinned proudly.
“Well, I wouldn’t say I punched it…I just kind of gave it a love tap.” Mike awkwardly rubbed his neck.
“Yeahhh, a love tap that resulted in a hole in the wall.” Micky corrected.
“And he said…” Davy looked at the other guys so they could help him finish the line, in sync, “‘That could have been your face.’”
“Look, we all have our moments, aha…” Mike was embarrassed retelling that, “He told me I’d have to pay for the wall so I told him he could pay for it out of what he should’ve paid us for performing. Then we left. I still haven’t heard of any lawsuits yet so I think he got the message.”
“He probably just didn’t want to see us again…” Peter pointed out.
“Well, then the feeling’s mutual.” Mike rested his face in his hand, pouting.
“Awww he’s only at his angriest when he’s looking after us!” Micky hugged Mike’s arm, “Good ol’ Papa Nes!”
“Awww!” The rest of the guys went in for a group hug.
“Oh, knock it off…” Mike whined, his face turning red.
oOh WOW is it scawy down here
im glad you're here with me, mick
I sure would be scared if I was alllll alone
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mick?
micky?
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ouh boy
