{Hey guys. This chapter is a filler so it will be really short. I am having a bit of writer's block. Sorry.}

Micky came in late that night. He put the fifteen dollars he had earned from doing odd jobs into the drawer in the kitchen. He made himself some chocolate milk and sat at the table. He thought to himself. He knew they would never reach their goal. He decided that he wasn't mad at Peter. How could he stay mad at his best friend? He couldn't!

In the midst of his thinking Peter entered the Flat. He looked disheveled and dirty. He hurried to the table.

"I'm so sorry Micky. I made twenty-two dollars and one hundred cents today, to try and make up for it!" Peter gushed.

"Pete. One hundred cents is an extra dollar. You made twenty-three dollars, you goof!" Micky laughed. "Thank you. That's great. But face it. We wont reach our goal in time. We might as well give up."

"What! Okay!" Peter pulled Micky up by the collar. "Who are you and what have you done with Micky!?" He said angrily.

"Peter, put me down! It's me!" Micky complained.

Peter smiled and dropped Micky. "I know! But that's what they always do in the movies." He laughed.

"Yeah, but this is television, not the movies!"

"Oh right!" Peter smiled. "What happens next?"

"I don't know. I'll look at the script." Micky offered. He pulled out a booklet of papers and searched for the right day. "Oh here we are!" He pointed to a place on the page. "It says, Micky and Peter make up and then they hug and go to bed." The boys embraced each other in a hug and then walked upstairs and went to bed friends again.