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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George looked down at his shoes. "Oops."
"Not to mention Geo, one of them is a white tennis shoe and the other is a black dress shoe. How do you mix that up?"
He stayed quiet. Then, John spoke for him. "Looks like our Georgie got dressed in the dark."
"I was wondering why one of them felt strange."
"Ready for work?"
"Not really."
"Well, when lunch comes around, take a tiny nap. I think that's what everyone's going to do. Well, three out of four of us." Ringo said as he looked at the other three. Paul was sick and wanting to go back to bed, John was stressed and wanted to nap it off, and George was extremely tired because his alarm was mean and decided to go off at 3am. Then, there's Ringo who wasn't stressed or sick or tired. He was wide awake and ready for the day.
"Okay guys. Since more than half of us aren't really here today, we will only make it half a day." Ringo spoke as he looked at the other three.
"Sounds like a good idea. Only till noon. Then I'm outta here." George said.
"Only two hours from now."
"I just want to curl up in a ball, in my bed, and sleep for days." George said as he shut his eyes. "My nice warm bed, with my nice warm blanket, and my nice fluffy pillow.........." his voice was suddenly low as he started falling asleep right there. Then, Ringo did a little bit on his drums waking him again making Ringo laugh a little.
George cleared his throat. "Don't you have a heart for the dead?"
"For the dead, yes. Not for you. Yer alive."
Paul reached over, grabbed his jacket, and put it on. He was freezing again.
"Cold Macca?" John teased.
"Shut up. I'm sick."
"Boy, yer a handful when yer sick."
"Can't ye show compassion at all Lennon? I know yer in a mood today but some of us aren't in the mood to hear it."
"Yer never in the mood McCartney. Right now, I have a slight advantage."
Paul eyed John, then, shook his head. "What are we going to do to ye?"
"Send me home? Let me go nite nite?"
"Very tempting but you would love that too much. For a punishment, I should keep you here during lunch break."
"No. I'm going home at noon and no one's going to stop me." He said confidentially.
"Oh really? You can't hold three of us."
"Paul, yer not even strong enough to hold me from leaving."
