The Beatles Short Stories

You Say It's Your Birthday

  "So, here's what I'm thinking," said a very excited Paul to John and George. I think one of us should distract him, somehow, and the other two should go and get things for a surprise party."
  "That's a pretty good idea," said John.
  "Could we get him a cake as well?" asked a very enthused George.
  "Of course!" Paul replied.
  "Be quiet! He's coming!" John whispered.
    Today was Ringo's birthday, and the other three Beatles wanted to surprise him with something suitable for the occasion. At the moment, they were pretending like they had forgotten all about his birthday, in order to make the surprise more special.
   "What're you guys talking about?" Ringo asked casually as he walked back into the room of the recording studio.
   "Nothing much. Just a few ideas for a song," John replied simply.
   "Oh."
   "Um, is anybody hungry?" Paul suddenly spoke up.
   "Not really," John said as he looked up at Paul to find that he was glaring at him with wide eyes and was shaking his head towards an oblivious Ringo. "Oh, I get it," John mouthed to Paul. George took notice and smiled to himself.
   "Now that you mention it, I am a little hungry," said Ringo.
   "Well then, I suppose we should go get something to eat," George said, as he stood up and gestured towards Ringo to join him.
   "Alright. Are you lads joining us?" Ringo asked John and Paul.
   "No, I suppose we'll just stay here and catch up on some work," Paul sighed.
    "Okay. Suit yourselves," Ringo replied as he made his way out of the door.
    "Do you guys have it covered?" George asked as he leaned towards John and Paul.
    "Yeah, I suppose. Thanks for distracting him," said Paul.
    "No problem. Besides, I was hungry anyways."
    "Of course you were!" John chuckled.
    "Hey! Don't judge me!" George giggled. "Anyways, see you two later."
    "Bye George!" they replied in unison as they shut the studio's door. Paul then turned to John and said, "We've got a lot of work to do."

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     George had taken Ringo to get fish 'n' chips while John and Paul had made their way to a party supplies store. They walked inside and marvelled at the wide variety of anything that had to do with a celebration.
    "So what exactly are we looking for?" John asked as he looked at the wide variety of party supplies.
    "Well, um," Paul started. To be honest, he hadn't the faintest clue as to what to get either. "His favorite color is red, so, maybe we could get some red plates or something."
    "That's a start," John replied as he picked up a pack of red plates and a pack of red napkins. "How about these?"
    "Perfect!" Paul exclaimed.
      The two had then made their way over to the many party favors. John picked up a pair of goofy, round dress up glasses and walked over to Paul.
    "What do ya think? Could I start a new trend?"
    "Yeah." Paul replied while laughing. "I seriously doubt that."
    "You never know," John said, mostly to himself.
      They looked for a little while more before deciding that they had enough supplies. So far, they had some balloons, a package of kazoos, streamers, a very colorful tablecloth, and a package of confetti.
    "Will this be all for you today?" the old cashier asked them.
    "Yes, ma'am I believe it is, thank you," Paul replied.
    "So polite," she smiled and began to stare at them both. "Now that I think about it, you two look so familiar. Do I know you?"
    "Not that we're aware," John said, which gained a glance from Paul.
    "I almost never forget a face," she said, clearly frustrated at her lack of memory.
    "Well, I'm sure it will come to you soon enough," John replied with a smirk.
    "Thanks again ma'am!" Paul said as they made their way out of the door.
    "Come again!" the cashier called back.
    "Why didn't you tell her who we were?" asked Paul once they were outside.
    "I don't know," John replied with a shrug of his shoulders. "Isn't it more fun to let her find out later?"
    "I suppose," Paul replied as he took a deep breath. "Now, we've got the party supplies, so, now I suppose it's time to pick up a cake."
    "Alrighty, then let's go!"
    Meanwhile, at the fish 'n' chips restaurant, George and Ringo were waiting on their food to come when Ringo spoke up and asked, "I wonder why John and Paul didn't join us, seeing that today is, well, ya know..."
    "What? Is today some sort of special occasion?" George asked trying to sound confused.
    "No, it's nothing," Ringo replied in a very disappointed tone.
    Their food had, finally, come and they began to eat as George thought to himself, "Man, I can't do this to him much longer. It's gonna kill me. John and Paul better hurry up!"
     Meanwhile, John and Paul were at the bakery arguing over which cake to get Ringo.
     "I think he'd like that one better!" Paul cried as he pointed to a round cake that looked like a drum.
     "Yeah, but this one is red and is square!" John fought back.
     "Who cares if it's square! This one looks like a drum for goodness sakes! Can it get any more obvious as to which one is better?"
      They continued to fight until someone walked over to the cakes and picked the red square up and, much to the dismay of John, bought it.
     "See there? It was meant to be," beamed Paul.
     "Whatever, Paul," John whined as he began to mope around like a four year old. 
     "We'll take this one," said Paul as he handed the cake over to the cashier.
     "That will be £15, please," the cashier replied.
     "Oh dear! I spent all of my money on the supplies!" Paul said, pretending to be upset. "John, could you," he said as he gestured towards the cake.
      "You little git!" was John's reply. "Here you are, miss. Now, we've got to get going! George can only stall for so long!"
      "Right."
       And, with that, they hopped in the car and made their way back to the studio, for they had to begin decorating.
       Meanwhile, George and Ringo had finished their meal and were getting ready to leave. They paid and walked out to the car.
"I hope they're ready,"  George thought.
       Back at the studio John and Paul were decorating. They had taped the streamers to the ceiling, blown up the balloons, and were now trying to find a table to put the cake and tablecloth on.
       "Where in the world?" John thought out loud.
       "There's got to be one around here somewhere!" Paul exclaimed.
       At that very moment they heard a noise outside. It sounded, ominously like a car.
       "Oh no! They're back and we can't even put the cake out! And that's the best part, thanks to me," Paul yelled.
       "Calm down, Macca! We'll figure it out!"
        George and Ringo were now making their way out of the car. George was holding his breath, for he really didn't know what to expect of John or Paul. He opened the studio door, a little bit ahead of Ringo. Once he had opened it, however, he froze at the sight of John and Paul. Paul was holding the cake, his mouth hanging wide open, and John was clutching the very colorful tablecloth, a kazoo resting between his lips. They were obviously shocked. George didn't, obviously, what Ringo to see, but it was too late.
      "What in the world are you two doing?" the drummer asked in awe.
      "Um...running a relay race?" John pitifully attempted at an excuse.
      "Why are there streamers on the ceiling and balloons on the floor?" asked a puzzled Ringo.
      "Well, uh," Paul started. He then looked at John as if to say, "What should I do?" John noticed and mouthed, "Tell him the truth." Paul nodded.
       "Well, we were trying to throw you a surprise party, but..."
       "You mean you didn't forget my birthday?" Ringo interrupted.
       "Of course not! Lad, have we ever forgotten your birthday?" John cut in.
       "No," Ringo smiled. "I'll give it to you guys, though, you really had me going." The rest of them laughed.
       "Well, let the festivities begin!" exclaimed George.
       "Is that my cake?" Ringo asked.
       "Yes, do you like it?" Paul asked nervously.
       "No, I don't like it.
       "Told ya so," John said as he nudged a disappointed Paul and smirked.
       "I love it!" Ringo exclaimed. "I like how it's shaped like a drum! That's so neat!"
       "Told ya so," Paul replied with a cheeky grin.
       "Whatever."
       "Could I have a piece?" asked Ringo.
       "Absolutely!" Paul said as he grabbed the knife and began to cut four pieces. He gave the first one, obviously, to Ringo. "Here you are sir," he said in a French accent.
       "Why, thank you, Paul," Ringo replied, also in a French accent.
         The four of them had finished their cake and were now ready for presents.
       "When did you have the time to get me presents?" Ringo asked.
       "Well, we have our ways," Paul replied mysteriously.
       "What he means is we just wait until we find something on sale," John added.
       "Shut it, John," Paul laughed.
         After awhile, Ringo had finished opening his presents. He ended up getting a new pair of drumsticks, a polka dotted shirt, a pair of socks, and a copy of John's book.
       "Gee, John, you didn't have to do that," Ringo said as he held up the book.
       "Well, I know you like to read masterpieces," John replied.
         The four of them continued to party until Brian came into the studio and told them to get back to work.
       "Aww, but we had just started to party!" they all moaned.
       "Too bad. You've got a lot of work to do."
       "Oh well, I hope you had a good birthday, Ringo," said Paul.
       "I did. I'm fact, it was probably one of my favorites," Ringo replied smiling.
       "Good," they replied. And with that, they got out their guitars (all except Ringo, of course) and began to practice.
  

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