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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(Its Paul's grandfather!)
Paul jumped, then, smile nervously. "Hey John."
John's frown slowly grew into a wicked smile. "Hey Paul. Have fun while I was asleep?"
"Uh, I'm just gonna........." paul stood up. "Gonna go now. See you in a hundred years."
Paul was about to walk away when John grabbed his hand. "Hold it there Mccartney. Yer not going anywhere!"
"Please don't kill me. Please don't kill me."
"What makes you think I'm going to kill you?" John said gritting his teeth as he also kept his creepy smile.
"Please dont kill me. Please dont kill me."
"Stop saying that." He said calmly. "Now, what made you act like a 5 year old?"
"Uh, I have no idea what yer talking about."
"Sure you do."
"Sorry. I dont kno--"
"Sure you do." John's tone stayed the same. "What caused you to act like a 5 year old and draw all over Johnny?"
"Uh, it wasn't me."
John glared at him. "You didnt do it?"
"Uh, no."
"You cant tell me yer blaming the kid."
"Well, he is an infant. And infants do that sort of thing."
"Paul, there's one thing you failed to realize."
"What?"
"He's too young to hold a pen. And yer the only one awake. So that leaves you and you alone."
"I swear. It wasn't me!"
"So, that wasn't yer laughter I heard while you were doing this?"
"Uh..........no?"
"Right. Sit down. I want you to sit down so we could talk to face to face."
"No thanks." Paul began walking away when he realized John still had a firm hold on his arm. He cursed silently and tried to get his arm loose. "John please."
"No. No way. Now sit! We'll talk about this like gentlemen."
"You sir, are no gentleman."
"Very well then. I'll take matters into my own hands."
"Oh god."
Paul snatched his arm away from John and ran away while John quickly got off the couch and jumped toward him.
Paul ran away from him. Then, he went to one side of the table, while John was on the other. In order for them to not wake Ringo, show as sleeping at the table, they had to make sure they kept quiet while going at it.
"Paul. Get over here. Now."
"No. What if I said Ringo did it?"
"He's bloody sleeping! How could he have possibly done it?!"
"Yeh, I was waiting for that shout out."
"You want more? Fine. I'll give you more McCartney! Yer face will meet my fist!"
