By the title you can guess that I'm back to writing with @LonelyPretzel1 !! I really missed them a lot!! Hopefully more writers I haven't heard from in months will return, anyways ENJOY!!!
"Boy it sure smells in here, don't ya think?" Paul muttered, trying to air out the room as much as he could.
"Well it wasn't my idea to indulge on 100 bean burritos last night." Ringo retorted. I'm sure you readers can guess what caused such an awful stench, it's the return of the gassy Beatles!
"The what?"
"From Rita's really old oneshots, y'know the ones where we're all obsessed with butts?"
George gave a scared smile, "....Wh-what?"
"Ah never mind." Ringo waved his hand as if to swat the subject away.
"I think it's smell rather nice in here....like..." John gave a sniff and his face immediately scrunched up like he just licked the bottom of a Burger King fryer, "like plastic babies."
"...plastic babies???"
"John, please don't tell me you've..."
"I don't sniff real babies, Ringo! Only plastic ones, ya sod!"
At that moment all four Beatles let a giant fart rip in unison. "Okay I guess it doesn't smelly that good. But I doubt anyone has any ideas for how to stop this stench." John grumbled.
"I do! How about we eat tons of food that all smell good? Like chocolate chip cookies or strawberry crumble." George suggested.
"I suppose it's worth a try, but it doesn't work Imma sass you into next week." Paul grumbled.
"Not just good smells....no....that's not enough." Lennon squinted his eyes, thinking really hard with his rather tiny brain was difficult for him.
"How about we eat air fresheners?" George joked.
"That's a terrible idea, shut up." Paul sneered. George slunk back into his armchair where a permanent hole had been made after years of slunking. He was rather good at slunking, what, did you think we meant sulking? No this is an entirely different thing that we don't have time to explain.
John's eyes went big and he snapped his fingers, "I got it! We eat air fresheners!!!"
Paul stopped to think for a moment. Thinking was easier for him since he actually had rational thoughts, "yes...that could work..."
"But I ju..." George was interrupted by his own massive fart. He continued slunking.
"I know, but I wanted to think of it first." John explained. "Now how about we stop arguing and get to eating those air fresheners! They ain't gonna eat themselves."
George just grumbled. "Bad enough I barely get any recognition on the albums, I was only joking about the whole eating a-"
"But who knows? Maybe it will work! And if it doesn't you can take all the credit." John giggled as he chomped down on a frebreze sprayer. "Tastes better than it looks, trust me."
The Beatles gorged on anything remotely similar to air fresheners or scented candles upon sight. Don't ask me how they thought it would have been a good idea, it's a story anything can happen. And besides, it worked. Well it may not have stopped their farts, but it made them smell like walking scented candles.
"Oooh, my bottom smells like vanilla!" Ringo swooned.
"I decided to go for the aesthetic and smell like a fresh rainstorm." George bragged.
