Cherry Pie

The guys have a day off.

“Come on, Starsky! You promised we’d play tennis. You’ve spent all your money so there’s no point in looking at more records.”

“What? Oh yeah, right. Is it two already?”

“Yes, it’s two already.”

“Time does fly when you’re having fun,” Starsky remarked as they started to walk back through the flea market.

Hutch, who had been very patient but was now starting to lose it, rolled his eyes.

“After tennis, d’ya wanna listen to my new record? Oh…look at those.”

Hutch looked to where Starsky was pointing to see a stall selling all sorts of fruit pies. His friend was practically salivating at the sight.

“They look delicious but we don’t need pie.”

“Everyone needs pie, Hutch, especially cherry!”

“You won’t be able to chase criminals if you eat a pie like that.”

“The tennis will burn off the pie!”

“You can’t seriously be telling me that you’re going to eat pie and then play tennis?! You’ll be sick.”

“All right, we’ll play tennis first and then eat the pie while we listen to my new record. How about it?”

“Like there’s a choice! You’re going to buy a pie whatever I say.”

“Yep. Hold my record for me…I’ll take this one, please…Hutch?”

“Yes?”

“Lend me three dollars…pleee-ease.”

With a sigh, Hutch handed over the dollar bills, muttering under his breath, “Why do I fall for the little boy routine every single time?”

“Cuz ya love me,” Starsky said with a grin. “Come on, Blintz, stop dawdling or we’ll be late for our tennis match! Loser pays for dinner tonight.”

“Loser pays for dinner and pays me back the three dollars I just gave him!!!” Hutch called after his partner as Starsky hurried towards the parking lot. Hutch shook his head in fond exasperation as he quickened his pace to catch up with his friend.