The Beatles Short Stories

Sugar, Charades, and Shenanigans

   "Well, I'm bored," Ringo Starr said as he crossed his arms and collapsed onto the hotel bed.
   "Me too, Ringo. But, we've already completed everything on the schedule for today, so now we just get to relax," Paul McCartney stated.
   "I know, but who wants to relax?"
   "True point," Paul agreed.
   "Hey guys, what're you two doing?" John asked as he walked into the hotel room with George.
   "Nothing. That's the problem," Ringo complained.
   "I don't know what to tell you, Richard," said John.
   "We could watch telly," Paul suggested, but was quickly shot down.
   "That's all we ever do, though!" Ringo whined.
   "He's got a point there, Paul," John said.
   "Well, can you think of anything better?"
   "Um..." John started.
   "I've got an idea!" George suddenly exclaimed.
   "What is it?" they all gasped with excitement.
   "I saw in a newspaper that a new candy shop was opening here in London. Maybe we could go and look!"
   "That's a great idea, George!" Ringo happily responded.
   "Alright, get your coats, boys. We're going to the candy store!" John bellowed as he began to march out of the boring hotel room, his mates following in close pursuit.
   "Hooray!" they all cried.
    And within twenty minutes the four Beatles, in disguises of course, walked through the glass doors of the brand new candy shop. They were immediately introduced to the sweet smells of chocolate and licorice that hung in the air. They then took notice of the black and white checkered floors, the shelves of candy lining the walls, and the ornate displays of the shop's finest treats.
   "Wow! This is big!" Paul gasped.
   "Sure is," George agreed excitedly.
    George was known for being the hungry Beatle. He absolutely loved candy and food, so you can imagine the amount of excitement that had built up inside of him. He loved pretty much any sort of candy, but there was one kind that George had a deep affection for and that was...
   "Jelly Babies!" the lead guitarist exclaimed as he practically ran across the shop, in pursuit of the sweet treat.
   "Calm down, George. There's no need for...look at those chocolate bars!" Paul yelled as he raced over to the chocolate goodness. "Oh my angel," he said as he picked up the bar and began to rub it endearingly on his cheek.
   "Paul, you're just as bad as George," John lectured. "Um, Paul?"
    Paul was too taken with the chocolate to even hear John's rebuke.
   "Ok, then. I'll just be over here with Ringo," John said after he gave Paul worried/weirded out look. "Finding anything, Ringo?"
   "Well, I found some taffy, chocolate covered raisins, and a lollipop the size of my face," the drummer replied. "What about you?"
   "I haven't really looked yet. Besides, I don't have much of a sweet tooth anyways."
   "Well then I guess you haven't heard about the new chocolate covered corn flakes," Ringo said as he pointed over to a stack of cereal like boxes.
   "Did you say chocolate and corn flakes?" John said as he jumped up and down excitedly.
   "Sure did."
   "If you'll excuse me, Ringo. I'll only be a moment."
    John then sprinted across the shiny checkered floor to the chocolate covered corn flakes. He picked up a box and began to cradle it in his arms.
   "Don't worry, baby. Daddy's here," he whispered lovingly to it, which received a few odd looks from other customers.
    The four of them spent another thirty minutes picking out a few more candies. Once they had decided that they had enough, they went over to the checkout and piled the mountain of sweets into the front desk.
   "Will this be all for you today?" the cashier asked, a bit sarcastically.
   "Oh, well if you don't think so we could throw in an extra licorice whip or something," John replied smartly.
   "No, no. This is plenty," she replied quickly.
    It took about five minutes for the cashier to ring up every item. The many sweets included the following; five chocolate bars, three bags of Jelly Babies, two boxes of chocolate covered raisins, four huge lollipops, three boxes of chocolate covered corn flakes, four packages of licorice, two boxes of taffy, and a few packages of bubble gum. They each grabbed a bag full of their sweets and headed back to the hotel. Once they arrived, they found their room and unlocked the door. The four emptied their hands by dumping the bag of candy onto one of the twin beds.
   "Alright, what should we try first?" Paul asked as he studied the many contents of edible goodness.
   "That's a no brainer! The chocolate covered corn flakes of course!" said Lennon.
   "No, we should have Jelly Babies first," George disagreed.
   "Well..." Paul stuttered. "How about..."
   "How about we all dig in and eat what we want," Ringo suggested.
   "Yeah, that's what I was gonna say," Paul said confidently.
   "Right," John muttered.
   "Hey! I heard that!" Paul defended.
   "Good. Now let's eat!"
     The Beatles then began to take part in something called gluttony. They stuffed there faces full of chocolate, Jelly Babies, taffy, and licorice. They enjoyed their sugar coated goodness for about five minutes, until there was none left. After that, well, let's just say the four of them might have gotten a bit of a sugar high.
   "Wow! Those chocolate covered corn flakes were amazing!" John said with a wide eyed expression.
   "I bet they weren't as good as my Jelly Babies," George claimed.
   "Or my chocolate bars," Paul added as he began to jump on the bed.
   "Hey can I join you, Paul?" Ringo asked.
   "Sure."
     The bassist and the drummer then clutched each other's hands as they began to sing Ring Around the Rosie while jumping on the hotel bed. They laughed and played happily.
   "Hey that looks like fun! Come on, John, let's jump on the other bed!" George insisted.
   "Ok!"
     Harrison and Lennon then climbed onto the nicely made bed, destroying the neatness of the crisp white bedsheets. They too took part in the Ring Around the Rosie game that had already ensued.
   "Ring around the Rosie a pocket full of posies ashes ashes we all fall down," they sang as they jumped off of the bed and onto the floor. Then they started laughing uncontrollably.
  "What are we even laughing about?" George said as he tried to fight against the urge to giggle, but ended up busted out laughing anyway.
  "I have no idea!" Paul said between the fits of laughter. 
  "Mates, I think we're on a sugar high!" giggled Ringo.
  "I think your right, so let's make the most of it!" John cackled.       
  "Let's play charades!" Paul suggested.
  "Ok. You go first," George told Paul.
  "Alright. Here we go!"
    Paul then fell on the floor to his hands and knees and began to make purring noises. He then locked eyes with Ringo and began to raise his voice to more of a growl.
   "Um, I'm a little creeped out. What's this supposed to be, Paul?" Ringo asked sheepishly.
   "We're supposed to figure that out, Ringo!" John corrected.
   "Right."
   "I know what it is!" George exclaimed excitedly.
     George then began to whistle Ode to Joy from Beethoven's famous ninth symphony. Paul broke his gaze from Ringo and began to purr softly as he rolled over on his back and feigned sleep.
   "So what is he?" Ringo asked without a clue.
     George just stared at him in disbelief.
   "He's a tiger of course! Haven't you seen your own film?"
   "Oh, yeah! From "Help!" Ringo realized.
   "You guessed it!" Paul said as he got up from the floor. "Your turn, George."
    "Ok, let me think......got it!" George exclaimed.
     George then grabbed one of their coats and draped it over his shoulders to make it appear like a cape. He began to run around the room with it hanging behind him, when he suddenly yanked it off and held it out beside him. He then took a pen from the desk and put it between his lips. He shook the 'cape' and a moment later pulled it away from an imaginary being.
   "I know! You're a Matador!" Ringo guessed.
   "You are.......correct!" George responded happily. "Your turn then."
   "Ok."
    Ringo then wadded up a blanket and placed it on his head. After that, he picked up a broom from the small closet and rested it upon his shoulder as he began to march around the room.
   "Um...you're a soldier!" Paul guessed.
   "Almost."
   "I know! You're a guardsman!" John realized.
   "That's it!"
   "You always fancied yourself as a guardsman."
   "Maybe I do. You're turn then, John."
   "Alright."
     John got up from his cross legged position on the floor and made his way to the front of the room. He then locked eyes with Paul and started to patronize him.
   "Come on now Paul! Up! Up! Why are you sitting here on the floor when you could be answering fan mail? I won't except this sort of laziness. You're grounded from leaving this hotel until further notice. Ya hear me?" John said artificially.
   "I'm sorry Brian. I didn't realize I was being so lazy. I'll try to be better next time," Paul responded as he stifled a laugh.
   "Oh man! How did you guess I was Brian?" John asked, pretending to be utterly distraught.
   "Oh, nothing in particular gave it away. Where is Brian, by the way?"
   "He's out running some errands. He shouldn't be back for a couple more hours, though," Ringo answered.
   "Ok."
     The four then started laughing uncontrollably, once again for no apparent reason. George laughed so hard he couldn't breath and Ringo laughed until his stomach hurt. John collapsed on the bed. His hand wandered over to a pillow and that's when an awful idea found its way into his head. He picked it up and glanced at Paul who was also still deep in laughter. John smiled to himself and then threw the pillow right at Paul's head. The bassist immediately stopped laughing and turned his head to the direction where the impact had occurred.
   "John, you're gonna be sorry!"
   He jumped up and grabbed a pillow. He took aim and then sent it flying at John. John was too quick, though. He caught the white blur and sent it hurling back at Paul.
   "Is that the best you can do, McCartney?"
   "No, I've got reinforcements."
   "What does that mean?"
   "You're about to find out!" Paul maniacally smiled.
    Before John could say "Twist and Shout" a pillow was whacked against his back. He turned around to find Ringo smiling wickedly.
    "Hello, John. You've just met your worst nightmare."
    "Oh, really? George, come ed!"
    John threw a pillow to George and now it was on. Paul and Ringo against John and George. Paul and Ringo were on top of the bed, so the latter team took the opportunity to pounce on them. They began to beat the bassist and drummer with the pillows, feathers beginning to float around the room. Paul finally had enough and deflected one of the blows with his pillow. He yelled, "That's it!" and began to whack John with the feather stuffed pillow. John let out a dramatic sigh and slumped to the ground. Meanwhile, George and Ringo were still at it. George had Ringo cornered and the only option the poor drummer had was to surrender. He pulled the crisp white case off of the pillow and waved it above his head.
    "We won, John! Um, John?"
    George looked at the motionless figure of John Lennon on the hotel floor and sighed.
    "Afraid not, George," Paul said as he pretended to be upset.
    "So close, yet so far away," George breathed.
    "What do we do now that we've won?" Paul asked with sarcastic pride apparent in his voice.
    "I don't know. Any ideas John or Ringo? Eh, Ringo?"
    "Mates, we're in so much trouble," Ringo said as he peered through the window, obviously panic stricken.
    "What do you mean?" John questioned as he got up from the floor.
    "Brian is coming."
    "What! But look at this mess!" Paul yelled.
    "Easy, Paul. We'll just clean it up," John said as he attempted to pick up the many feathers scattered across the floor and bed, but hardly making much of a difference.
    "There's no way we can clean all of this in the time it takes Brian to ride the elevator up here!" Paul bellowed.
    "Well! How about we..."
     But John never got to finish because just as he said the word 'we' the door opened, revealing their manager, Brian Epstein.
     "What have you boys been..." Brian trailed off as he caught a glimpse at just what his boys had been up to.
     He looked at the ground to find numerous white feathers scattered around the room. He then took notice of the candy wrappers littering the floor and bed. As he focused his attention to the bed, he gasped at the fact that the once neat sheets were hanging off of the bed in no order whatsoever.
     "What...why...how? Brian stammered. "You four are in so much trouble! In fact, you're grounded from leaving this hotel, that way you can clean up this mess!"
     "I'm sorry Brian. I'll try to be better next time," Paul said with fake sincerity. John looked at him and began to snicker.
     "Thank you, Paul. What's so funny, John?"
     "Oh nothing."
     "Right then. Off to work you four."
      "Yes Mr. Epstein."
     And with that, the Beatles cleaned up their disaster of fun, not without sharing a few more giggles along the way.

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