Nebula454: Rockin Round The World

Missing clothes

As the UK leg of the competition comes to an end in good old Liverpool, the guys are walking offstage to their dressing room. Defeated, degraded, and mad, they're walking and talking about what ensued earlier.

Randal: I can't believe you called that guy a scouse git Jeff.

Jeff: It wasn't my fault, that wanker started it by heckling us and I just so happened to jump off the stage to try to fight him.

Anthony: You couldn't have waited til after we were offstage? 

Murray to Randal: What does scouse git mean anyway? 

Randal: It's best that you don't know. 

Jeff: Look guys, I'm sorry I said that to the guy and caused a riot with those fans.

Anthony: Welp. I guess we're no longer welcome in Liverpool anymore. 

Murray: Yeah, but what does scouse git mean? 

Jeff and Randal: DROP IT MURRAY! 

Anthony: Chill out dudes, he's just asking a question. Plus I would like to know what it means too. 

Jeff and Randal look at each other and they  both decide to tell them.

Randal: It's a Liverpudlian way of saying you're a jerk.

Jeff: A Liverpudlian jerk.

Murray: That makes sense, but doesn't explain why they went into a rage about it.

Randal: Let's just say that Liverpudlians are the underdogs of the United Kingdom, and you tick one off, you tick them all off.

Jeff: At least Katrina wasn't here to see this.

They make it to their dressing room. They set their gear down, prepare to take off their concert outfits until: 

Anthony: Hey, where's my clothes? 

Murray: I don't know, but mine are missing too.

Randal: So are mine.

Jeff: Something's not right here. My clothes were right here on the couch. 

The guys frantically look around for their clothes, looking in a closet only to find some robes, a box where their instruments go, tearing up the dressing room with no luck at all. 

Anthony: This is some B.S. man. First that crap with those rabid fans, now our stuff has been stolen.

Randal: *spots a bag on a table* Did any of you pack lunch?  

Jeff, Murray and Anthony: no? 

Randal: Then what's with this bag? 

Anthony grabs the bag and peers inside. Inside the bag are their wallets and phones with a note inside. The note reads:

    “We left you stupid Americans your personal belongings, but we're not leaving you your clothes because that'd be too easy. Who's the scouse git now?” 

Murray: So what do we do now? We can't just stay here, the place will close in 3 hours.

Anthony: Ok, here's the plan. We're gonna grab those robes, put those on, and high tail out through the back way. 

Jeff: Forget that, we'll be arrested for the way we're dressed in those things, and then those Beatles fans will want a round two or something.

Randal: Well how about we give it a bit, those fans will be gone, and then we can sneak back to the hotel and get some clothes back on. 

Jeff: Good thinking, but there are a few problems. One, all of my clothes are with Katrina. Two, we'll be stopped by the constables roaming by if we're out in these robes.