Detective Macca

We Had The Greatest Time...

"You say it's your birthday, it's my birthday too, yeah..."

Ringo clapped and cheered in joy as his best friends hosted a surprise party for him.

Ringo: You guys are the best! This party is perfect!

George: You deserve it, buddy. *hugs him*

John: Come on, guys, it's time to party until we're purple!

George: I love being purple!

Paul: Yep! Here, I helped my wife make the cake.

John: Looks delicious! Just make sure George doesn't eat all of it.

George: Hey! *drools over the cake*

John: He's already thinking about it.

Paul: *chuckles* Somebody give him a piece before he eats it all.

George: CAKE TIME!

Ringo: Ok, ok...

Later, after the starving Beatle is satisfied...

Ringo: Presents?

George: You got it, Bongo.

John: WAIT!

Ringo: What?

John: Paul is gone.

George: Oh, he's probably just in the bathroom. Nothing to worry about.

Ringo: Should we wait for him?

George: Yeah, that would be--oh come on, where did John go?

Ringo: He's probably just pranking us, right George?

George? George? Buddy? Oh no...

Well...this is strange. My mates are missing, and there's no way they're all in the bathroom...at least, I hope not. I was hoping I wouldn't have to resort to this, but I seem to have no choice.

"Cor, where does Paul keep the costumes? He usually just seems to have them on him."

Yep. Detective Macca-without Detective Macca. It's Private Investigator Starr!

I've never solved a mystery on my own. John has with the cornflakes incident, and technically George has with the biscuit incident. But me? Nothing. Perhaps I've been too scared, or perhaps I don't have anything to solve. I mean, I guess I could try to see if they're still here. Maybe they're all just playing a prank on the birthday boy.

"Are we playing hide and seek?"

No reply.

"If you guys don't come back, I'm opening my presents without you!"

Still no reply. Well, I might as well keep my own promise.

I open one of George's gifts to see a stuffed octopus.

"Aww! This is adorable! Ta, George!"

"You're welcome, Ringo!"

*slap*

"Oww!"

Perfect.

So it seems that they are in the house. I still have no idea why they're doing this to me, but that's beside the point. I'm already halfway there.

"Don't think I don't know what you're doing, lads!"

Meanwhile...

"Seriously, George? You just had to say that, didn't you?"

"I can't help it! He liked my gift, and I wanted him to know that I care! Plus, I don't want this to be too-"

"Everyone shut up! He's looking for us."

I swear, I've looked in every room and yet no sign of the remaining Beatles. My magnifying glass is not helping. I've had my unnamed octopus plushie with me the entire time, hoping it would bring me luck.

"I've got to name you, little guy. Hey, readers! Why don't you help me do it? I'd like a little help solving this case, too..."

"He's asking the readers for help."

"And? There's nothing wrong with that."

Oh, I'm getting closer. They're making the mistake of talking...

I snuck around wherever I heard their faint murmuring increase in volume. I was getting frustrated, but with a little help from my friend, I found my mates.

And by friend, I mean my octopus.

George: Ringo, buddy, you did it!

Ringo: Did what? Find you guys?

John: Sort of...

Paul: You see, I wanted every one of us to have solved a mystery, and you were the only one who hadn't. So I thought that today would be your day!

Ringo: Um...sure.

George: Congrats! You solved your first mystery!

John: I think we should just leave it to Paul, honestly.

Paul: Hey, don't be mean. I'll let you guys have the spotlight every once in a while. But as for now, Ringo's got a birthday party to finish.

Me: Hey! What are you guys doing in my closet?

Paul: *blushes* It's a long story, darling.