I thought I should write something a little more fun. How about the four lads.........aside from their professional singing career, works with the cops in salving various cases. Sounds like a lot of fun to write! I'll give it a shot!
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(Unbeatle related: my alarm never went off this morning so I can go to work! 😡😡 I remember setting it last night and it never went off! That's the day imma have today!)
Okay! Back to where I left off when I accidentally published the last chapter!
"That usually works. Only, I don't think it'll work the way you want it to work."
"Never does, does it?"
"No. I need a few days away from him. Maybe then I would finally be able to talk to him without losing my temper. He is so bloody annoying."
"That's what dads are here for ye know. To be annoying."
"Geo, you get along with yer dad. Why can't I get along with mine?"
"Becauae he all of a sudden came into yer life. That's why. I know that would leave me both confused and mad if that happened to me."
"How do I know he's after his son John and not Beatle John? That's something I never thought about. He could very well be after Beatle John."
"Watch his actions. Watch what he does. If he shows signs of only wanting Beatle John, then call him out on it."
John nodded. "I think I might. Seriously, why can't he be like all the other dads? God, this is all driving me nuts."
"More nuts than usual?"
"Screw you."
"Ey, easy John. It was just a joke."
"I'm on edge at the moment and yer making jokes."
"Whatd you tell yer father about you cracking jokes anywhere and in any situation. This is me, cracking jokes at you to make you feel worlds better............is it working?"
John started to laugh. "I guess so. I like the effort you put in to it. But you could never be as funny as me."
George rolled his eyes. "Wanna bet?"
"How much we talkin'?"
"How much you wanna bet?"
"50 quid. Ringo, you take point."
"We do a poll. See how many jokes we can crack in one week. Or if we can do it."
John stood up from his seat and went over to George. "Fair deal. We start tomorrow at midnight going through next Tuesday 11:59pm. A full seven days."
They shook hands and John went back to his seat. "I don't think you can do it son."
"Me? How about you? I don't think you have enough jokes in the world to go a full week. You probably already ran out of jokes."
"Oh yer right. I ran out of jokes. I ran out of sarcasm. I ran out of this, or that. I ran out of paper. I ran out of files."
Georgr laughed. "That doesn't count. It starts tomorrow."
