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100wordsTitle: 'The Kangaroos?!'
Fandom: The Monkees
Rating: G
"Is that right?" Mike sighed. "Well, okay. Do your best. Bye."
"Any luck," Micky asked, his fingers firmly crossed, as his bandmate hung up.
"'Fraid not. The mechanic said the Monkeemobile was gonna be in for repairs for another week."
"Well, at least our new gig will pay for getting the car fixed."
"Yeah, but how in the world are we gonna get there? We'd need two taxis for your drums, alone."
Micky smiled weakly. "We could always try pogo sticks."
Mike snorted. "Yeah, Mick, that's a good one. We could temporarily call ourselves the Kangaroos."
"We could do worse."
Fandom: The Monkees
Rating: G
"Is that right?" Mike sighed. "Well, okay. Do your best. Bye."
"Any luck," Micky asked, his fingers firmly crossed, as his bandmate hung up.
"'Fraid not. The mechanic said the Monkeemobile was gonna be in for repairs for another week."
"Well, at least our new gig will pay for getting the car fixed."
"Yeah, but how in the world are we gonna get there? We'd need two taxis for your drums, alone."
Micky smiled weakly. "We could always try pogo sticks."
Mike snorted. "Yeah, Mick, that's a good one. We could temporarily call ourselves the Kangaroos."
"We could do worse."
