The three normal sized Beatles searched through the purse again for another antidote as George was pushing them around carefully so he could try and do something a little more helpful. The four were disturbed by a knock at the door.
"Boys, boys, are you in there? Are you alright?" Brian asked, trying to open the door. Paul ran over and tried to open the door.
"It-it's one of those doors that lock from the outside. I can't open the door." He told him.
"Neither can we. Can't you bust it down or shoot the lock off or something?" Mal asked, trying to open it as well.
"Shoot the lock off? Last time I checked, we weren't in a James Bond movie, Mal!" John shouted. Ringo grabbed the gun on the floor and rushed to the door.
"Everyone, watch out!" He shouted. Everyone backed away from the door as he tried to shoot the lock off. He shot the sides of the door with horrible aim. After a few bad shots, he actually shot it off like in the movies. Brian and Mal got inside as Ringo put the gun on the table.
"I hope you all are alright. Wait, where's George?" Brain asked. The three pointed over to the table where George was. "You mean that's-" They all nodded in agreement. "We need to get that taken care of and call the police."
The woman got off of the ground and grabbed the gun off the table. "Hold it. No one is going anywhere or calling anyone." Six (but really five) people were now held at gunpoint with their hands raised, unsure of what would happen. Again.
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Hoping to Take You Away
Fanfic"Don't make us go Brian, PLEASE!" John got down on his knees and started begging to Brian. "You aren't goin' to die, Lennon. Stop acting like a child." Brian told him. Ringo thought otherwise. "How do you know? Maybe they poisoned our water or maybe...
