It was a nice, peaceful morning. At least, that's what Paul thought.
John, George, and Ringo silently tiptoed into Paul's hotel room. George had a cake. (Why they trusted George with the cake, we'll never know.) Ringo had a camera. John had an air horn.
"Ready, men?" John whispered like an army general. George and Ringo nodded in agreement. "One," John put the horn near Paul's ear. Ringo and George plugged their ears. "Two," He put his finger on the button. "Three!" He pushed down on the button. Paul immediately woke up, sitting up straight. Ringo snapped the picture of Paul shirtless and angry.
"WHAT THE-" He asked in utter confusion.
"Happy birthday, Paulie!" They announced as George presented the cake.
"Why does it say 'Haqqy'?"
"Stupid bakery, they put q's instead of p's!"
" 'Haqqy Birthday, Ma-' "Before Paul could finish reading off the cake, George pushed it upwards and right into Paul's face, which Ringo also snapped a picture of.
"Happy birthday, Macca!" John said as Ringo took another picture.
"Ringo, I swear, I'm about to throw that camera out the window." Paul said, tasting a little bit of the cake as he spoke. "At least it's chocolate with vanilla icing." Paul wiped off a bit and threw it at George.
"And that, my hungry friend, is called karma for caking your friend in the face."
John grabbed the cake tray and wiped some more cake off, throwing it at Paul. "Is that a challenge, Lennon?" Paul asked, wiping more cake off and aiming at John, but hitting Ringo instead.
"Hey, what-" Ringo threw it at John.
"You don't hit the man with glasses!"
"But you aren't wearing them."
John pulled his glasses out of his pocket, placing them on his face. "I am now. Now you can't hit me!"
George threw more cake at John. "Hm? What was that you were saying, Johnny?"
The four began throwing more cake at each other as this turned into a playful tackle of cake.
Brian walked into the room and got hit by an out of boundaries cake piece. "What in God's name is going on here?!?"
The four instantly stopped. "Oh, hi Brian. Uh, cake?"
"No. What. Is. Going. On."
"It's my birthday!" Paul sheepishly smiled.
"So, to celebrate, you got cake all over yourselves."
"Pretty much, yeah."
Brian pinched the bridge of his nose. "Note to self: Never leave you four alone in a room with a cake."
One of the four accidentally threw some cake, letting it land on Brian's nose. "Never leave you four alone, period."
Happy birthday, Macca! You're 73 and *pretty much* haven't lost your touch! From losing your mother, to The Beatles (that we all know and love) , to the stupid Paul is Dead theory, to RAM with Linda, to Wings with Linda, Denny, Jimmy, and Joe, to losing John, to losing Linda, to now working with *shudders* modern singers, you have always made a way into our hearts! We'll never forget you with your baby cheeks, doe eyes, and mop top! Even with a Sgt. Pepper moustache or Let It Be beard, we still love you, Paulie! Random question to everyone: What's your favorite Paul hairstyle and why and what's your favorite Wings/Paul album? Mine would be his Band on The Run/Venus and Mars hair because IT'S. SO. *girly scream* (yeah....) and my favorite album is Back to The Egg or Pipes of Peace... Ciao! (Whoa, never said that before...)
