Paul rolled to the side of his bed and found John holding a knife to his nose.
"What did I do???" Paul screamed.
"Absolutely. Nothing," John growled.
"I didn't mea...wait what?" Paul asked, staring at John who was laughing his head off.
"It's just a joke, Paul, relax."
"That's not funny! Wait, where did you get the knife?!?!?!"
"Well, would it be funny if we did this to George and Ringo?"
"Yes!"
"See?"
"Okay, okay, but we should do this to Brian, too! Can I have a knife, Johnny?"
"WHY WOULD I TRUST YOU WITH A KNIFE"
"WHY DO YOU HAVE A KNIFE??"
"Okay, okay, point taken. they were in the kitchen " Paul practically leapt into the kitchen and got a knife. Once he had gotten it, they sneaked to George and Ringo's room, opened the door and crept to the beds.
"three, two one..." John mouthed, and at the same time, Paul and John sprang up and screamed. George and Ringo coughed and spluttered as they sat up and looked between the two. John and Paul started laughing and an angry George took their knives away.
"Hey!" Paul squealed.
"The only time you can use these from now on, is to cut my sandwiches into triangles,"(they taste so much better in triangles, amirite? No? Ok) George said, and Ringo nodded along, giggling. Meanwhile, John tried the same manipulative line he used on Paul, almost word for word.
"Well, would it be funny if we did this to Brian?" but just then Brian rushed into the room, announcing they had a press conference in 15 minutes, only to find three Beatles in pajamas and two knives in George's hands.
"Rawr"
"I come in your rooms at the worst times....I'm just gonna wait in the car, be sure to join me in 30 seconds....I'm gonna go now."
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Random Beatles One Shots
Fanfiction(I don't do dirty scenes, sorry, but there are mentions of them) Strange one shots keep coming to mind...thought I'd better write them down...so here you are! I take requests! (I do not own the Beatles)
