Come Together: The Beatles Talkshow

Water Balloons

John: We're outside AGAIN?!?

Ringo: Yeah, what's up with that?

Paul: The viewers wanted us to do some outdoor activities.

George: This is a talkshow, not the Olympics.

John: I think it's a sportshow now.

Ringo: *sobs* I hate physical exercise.

Paul: Just shut up. Today we're going to have a water balloon fight.

John: *perks up* Why didn't you mention this before, Macca?

George: I love water balloon fights. *snickers and rubs hands together* This oughta be good.

Ringo: *regards him nervously* Can I sit this one out?

Paul: No! Everyone is participating.

Ringo: Why are you so bossy?

Paul: Why are you so whiny?

George: Why are you two fighting?

John: Why aren't we pelting each other with water balloons?

George: These are all good questions, but I think we should answer the last one.

Paul: Yes. It'll start in a minute. I've got to make all the rules clear.

John: Yeah, about that . . . How about we just skip the rules and get to the balloon fight?

George: I agree.

Ringo: How about I'm the referee?

Paul: Ringo, for the last time, you're participating.

Ringo: Since I'm participating, will I get a participation trophy at the end?

John: What? Participation trophies are for babies! People just give them out so some kid doesn't have a tantrum on the football field in front of a bunch of people.

Ringo: But —

John: No participation trophies! Every man for himself! *takes off running for the barrel of green balloons*

George: *runs for the purple balloons*

Ringo: *hides behind the red balloon barrel*

Paul: *still standing in the same spot* Wait a minute. We need to discuss some rules, guys.

John: I have a rule. *hurls a balloon at him and it hits him in the face* *smirks* There are no rules.

Paul: That hurt, John.

John: It's just some rubber and water. No big deal. *throws another at him*

Paul: Okay, that's it. *runs to the barrel of blue balloons*

George: *moving his barrel*

Ringo: *pauses* George, what are you doing?

George: Moving my weaponry to a more sheltered and safer place. *sets it behind a giant tree*

Ringo: That's not that sheltered. *pelts him with five balloons in a row*

George: *soaked* Ringo, what was that for?

Ringo: We're playing a game, George. *throws another at him*

George: I thought we were friends.

Ringo: We are, but not in this game. *throws another at him*

George: I won't tolerate this. *hurls even more at Ringo*

John: *running around, dodging Paul's balloons* You loser! You can't even hit me! Look, I'm dry! Hee hee!

Paul: Stand still, would you?!?

George: *throws a balloon at the back of John's head*

John: *turns around slowly* Who. Did. That.

George: Ringo did. *points*

Ringo: What? That was you! There's even purple rubber at his feet. Look!

John: *looks down* You're getting pelted more just because you lied to me, Harrison. *starts throwing balloons at George*

Paul: *throws balloons at John*

Ringo: *throws balloons at Paul*

George: *tries to block the balloons* Take a break, will you? I can't breathe with all these balloons hitting me!

John: You're right. I shouldn't use up all my balloons on you. *turns and pelts Ringo*

Ringo: Why are you people so rude to me?

Paul: What do you mean, "you people"?

George: This is not the time to quote Tropic Thunder, Paul.

Paul: Shut up, George. *throws a balloon and misses*

George: *starts cackling* You loser!

Paul: I'm not a loser! I'm going to win this fight!

Ringo: *throws a balloon at him* Not if I have anything to do with it.

John: You know we are just sitting around in a circle. Aren't we supposed to spread out?

George: No. *throws a balloon at him* I can hit you this way.

John: Why you little . . . *reaches into his barrel only to realize he was out* What?!? This can't happen!

George: You wasted all your balloons on me!

Paul: Ha!

Paul, George, and Ringo: *pelt him with balloons*

John: *drenched*

Paul: Aw, I'm out now.

George: Ha!

George and Ringo: *pelt Paul with balloons*

George: Wait. I'm out! Noooooooooooooooooo!!!

Ringo: Ha! *uses up the rest of his balloons on George*

John: Can we go back inside now?

Paul: Yeah, I need some indoors time. Too much outdoors for me.