Hoping to Take You Away

Oddly specific

We finally made it back to the hotel. We just ran for it, back to our house. John ran to his pit and started crying. John Lennon crying is a hard thing to imagine, and sad to see. He started hiding his face in a copy of his book, loudly sobbing. Paul wasn't upset anymore over John hitting him, because he didn't even hit Paul that hard. Paul saw his organ and started to play random keys, as if he were a child. I pulled him away, because it started to get annoying.

"Paul, stop acting like you're three years old." I told him.

"But I am three years old."

"Be serious, Paul."

"But I am. I drank a whole glass of water and then-"

"Wait." John stopped crying and wiped away his tears of misfortune. "He's the only one that got a glass of water!" John hopped out of his pit and started looking. "George, I can't see anything. Help me, will ya?" I he told me to look for a book called "What to do when" I found it and started flipping through the pages and found one titled "What to do when your friend starts acting like a three year old after drinking a glass of water given to them by a reporter while at an interview" Oddly specific. I started reading it aloud, since John claimed he couldn't see anything.

"'The glass of water your friend drank had a mixture that is not only invisible, but causes them to act like a three year old until given an antidote. Good luck getting it.'

"I'm bored." Paul sighed.

"How about hide and seek?" John suggested. Paul was eager to do so (and as you already know, Paul used to draw the line at hide and seek)

"You count and I'll hide." Paul started running, pulling my arm as John started counting. I ran off leaving Paul alone. Which was a mistake.

"Help! Help!" Paul screamed, muffled. John and I jumped up, running "Here, There, and Everywhere", trying to find Paul.

"You don't think it was the trunk again, do you? Oh right, no trunks." John and I looked around, but he was nowhere. Brian was going to kill us for losing Paul.