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*Bites mike as hard as i possibly can WHILE STILL KEEPING IN LINE WITH THE TV CENSORSHIP LAWS OF THE TIME*
“YyyyOOWWW!” Mike cried out then rubbed where he’d been bitten, “What was that for?! Goodness!”
“I hope they didn’t have rabies…” Peter tilted his head.
“But we can’t take any chances.” Micky stood behind them in doctor’s garb, holding a syringe.
they’ve BEEN jorkin it
I read about Peter's first acid trip and it was so interesting
Please for the love of everything if you have ANY Peter articles, facts, videos, posts, books, ANYTHING please I BEG send them to me I want to learn everything about him and he's a niche guy
A certain somebody i care for dearly has inspired me
Should I make a Peter Tork parody account?
yes twin ofc
no bad twin there's already one/bad idea
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.
How did Peter always get his clothes to fit so perfectly???? Genuinely how, ts is magic; this is proof he's a magical fairy
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.”
