The Beatles Story #1: John and Paul (And...George)

The Sweet Competiton #2

"Name please." A young man droned on. He was paying very little attention, to the job he was given, as he had to do it against his will. His formerly blue eyes were turning grey because of the dullness. That was soon to be changed by a very annoying man. "Amma-Homer." He responded with a devilish smirk, as he stood now at the front of the queue.

"Surname?" Brian asked as his eyes scanned the list of registered competitors. John now trying his best to stifle his laughter powered through and said his 'full name' very quickly. "Amma-Homer Sexual." Brian oblivious to John's joke continued looking through the list and when he found no one of that name was on the list he replied. "Uh sorry I'm a Homosexual but-" John burst out laughing and realisation struck Brian and he blushed a very deep shade of red. "Aw don't worry lad," He ruffled the embarrassed one's hair before strolling in. He then looked back. "Me name's John Lennon by the way."

After a few minutes of letting people in and reliving that cringey moment from earlier, Brian was faced with a bunch of mysteriously odd looking people. One was short with a large nose, one was feminine looking and was being dragged against his will by a skinny one. Having common sense he chose not to question it. "Name please." He directed to the one who looked like he was kidnapped - Paul.

The kidnapper, who usually goes by the name of George Harrison, whispered in Paul's ear. And answered. "Eleanor Charing." Brian checked the list and saw that there was that very name on the list, but was suspicious. "Your name is Eleanor Charing, could've picked anything and you picked Eleanor." Paul looked at George in fear of being caught out and the younger one nodded his head slowly, and Paul replied acting confident. "You got a problem with that, Mr Homosexual?" Brian blushed again and let Paul through.

Next he asked George and Ringo wanting to get his community service over with. "We are Johnny Cool-Dude," George began pointing to himself. "And-" George's confident voice was interrupted by Ringo's childish and excitable one. "Bonut Rebote!" Brian stared back and forth at the two quizzically. "Wib uh... wib it sbelt the Aberican way, not Enblish." Brian rolled his eyes at Ringo's little lisp, and was surprised to find those two same names there, top of the list! He hesitantly let them in and made a mental note to remind someone to keep an eye out for those two... humans?

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_After Brian Almost Killed Everyone_

"Alright everybody! Competition begins in a few minutes, so please make sure you are prepared." The head judge called through an annoying microphone that kept giving feedback, that caused everyone to groan every time he spoke.

George who was stationed next to his friends, and two rows in front of John (who was at the back) rubbed his hands together in anticipation for the plan to commence. "You ready mate?"

"Welb..." (Well)  Ringo shrugged casually not feeling worried as he was usually a laidback person. George rolled his eyes. "Not you, you swine. I'm talking about the one who is hugging the blender, talking to the whisk and crapping himself at the same time."

"Paul mate I said you ready?" Paul was snapped out of his trance and focused on his surroundings. "I'm great... great. But erm quick question." The youngest and the oldest looked at each other raising their eyebrows. "How d'you make a cake?" Paul said innocently.

George looked at him as if he was the most stupid thing on earth, but realised that he didn't know the answer to the question. He'd forgotten. He looked at his shorter pal to see if he knew. Not meeting George's eyes Ringo whistled and looked around searching for a distraction, an evident sign he'd also forgotten.

"Erm..."

"I think you use eggs."

"Crap."

In the background the boys heard an announcement saying that the competition would start in a few moments. George tried frantically to calm his friends. "We can just copy everyone else." Paul and Ringo nodded.