The Beatles Short Stories

A Taste of Dessert

The Beatles were currently sitting in their hotel room waiting to leave for a press conference. They had about forty five minutes before they had to go, though, and George was starting to get restless.
"Mates, I wanna do something! I'm bored," he whined.
"Welcome to the club, son," John replied as he looked up from the newspaper he was presently reading.
"Well, why don't we do something then?" Paul said matter of factly.
"Like what?" Ringo spoke up from the sofa, which was in the corner of the hotel suite.
"We could play a game of checkers!" Paul suggested.
"Umm, Paul, we don't have a chessboard...daft git," scoffed John.
"Hey, I heard that!"
"Wonderful, Princess."
"Why, you..." Paul started.
"I've got an idea!" interrupted Ringo. "Why don't we go downstairs and see if they've got any good desserts? I'm actually kinda hungry."
This comment made George practically leap for joy.
"That's a great idea, Rings!" he exclaimed.
"I know," the drummer smiled.
"Well, what are we waiting for? Let's go get dessert!" John cried as they made their way towards the door.
"Alright, then, onward!"

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The Fab Four made their way downstairs to the hotel buffet. They walked inside and, instantly, their noses were greeted with the wonderful smells of food. There were all sorts of things to eat including mashed potatoes, hams, macaroni and cheese, and much, much more. But, the Beatles were here for one reason--dessert. George motioned for them to head to the dessert table and they followed obediently. Once they had found the heavenly table, George almost burst with joy. There was Treacle Sponge Pudding, chocolate cakes, savoy truffles, coconut cream pies, Arctic Rolls, English Trifles, and pretty much anything else you can imagine. At this point, their mouths were watering beyond their control and so, as if in a daze, they moved slowly towards the plates.
"I-I've never seen so much beauty in one place," George said in awe.
"Me neither," John agreed.
They grabbed their plates and started to load them down with every dessert the buffet had to offer. They went to sit down and that's when the gluttony began. Like savage animals, they attacked the various sweets with glee.
"Oh my! Have you tried the chocolate cake? It's amazing!" Paul said through a mouthful of the goody.
"No, I'm too busy with this Arctic Roll! It's really amazing!" Ringo answered.
"You realize if Brian knew we were doing this before the press conference he'd probably kill us," John laughed as he wiped a bit of Treacle Sponge Pudding off of his mouth.
"I know! But, come on, this is harmless!" George also laughed while stuffing savoy truffle into his mouth.
For some reason, his comment made the other Beatles stare at him for a moment before busting out into a guffaw.
"Harmless indeed!" Paul cried.
"Almost as harmless as my Aunt Mimi!" John cackled.
"I don't know about that, Johnny!" Ringo giggled.
"Oh, she's a kind lady. Lay off!" Paul said, surprisingly in a serious manner, but then his (somewhat) chubby face melted into a grin after seeing the amused look on his mates' faces.
"Aww, kind old Paulie," John mocked.
"Shut it!"
"Alright, Princess. I'll stop."
"Ta."
And with that being said, they returned to their feast.

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After basically demolishing the dessert table itself, they decided they were finished. At this point, they all felt very full and Paul was starting to regret his decision.
"Mates, I shouldn't have eaten so much, I feel like I might pop!" Paul said in a woosy tone.
"You look like it too!" John criticized while giggling hazily, which caused Paul to give him the McCartney sass look. John didn't seem to notice, though.
"We've got to get back upstairs before Brian catches us down here!" Ringo proclaimed.
"You're right! To the upstairs!" John bellowed.
"Umm, isn't someone gonna pay for all of this?" George interrupted.
"Oh, yeah, about that...Paul? You seem like a good boy, why don't you treat your best mates?" John said in a mock tone.
Paul simply looked at him with the most intimidating stare he could muster while watching his friend bat his eyelashes. Finally, he gave in.
"Fine! But you're paying me back later!"
"As you wish, Paulie," John replied.
"Okay, guys, we've got to hurry! We must leave in five minutes!" said Ringo.
"Alright, let's run!"