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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Throughout that day, each Beatle was doing something different. George still had his nose in a book......mind you, it was a scary book and every noise he heard made him jump, Paul had stayed in his kitchen all day and cooked some homemade food, Ringo had gone back to bed, being as tired as ever, and then, we get to John.
He was a different story. He had been having trouble with one of his teeth and had to go to the dentist. Turns out, he needed to get his wisdom teeth pulled. He was against it and it has to take some convincing to get him to agree to it. So, that's where he was now.
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Several hours had passed. The food Paul cooked up was just about done when his phone rang. He ran up to his kitchen phone and answered it.
"I'm kinda busy right now. Please make the call quick."
"Ey. This is Cynthia."
"Oh. Yeh. Hi. How is everything?"
"Well, that's what I wanted to talk to you about. Listen, I think you might wanna be over here. Only for 1 reason. John had gone to get his wisdom teeth pulled today and he's a bit loopy right now."
Paul laughed. "Yer joking. Oh, question, how did we not know he was having a problem?"
"He hid it well. I thought you might enjoy messing around with him. He can't think straight at the moment and is believing everything I say."
"Give me about 20 minutes. I'll be there."
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20 minutes later.......................
Paul had arrived at John's. After being let in by Cynthia, he saw John on the couch mumbling something but he couldn't understand what he was mumbling.
"He looks awful."
Paul approached him and John just looked up at him. "Who are you?" He asked.
"Paul. Remember?"
"Nope. Guess what." I
"What?"
"Someone pulled the wisdom out of me head. I'm dumb now."
Paul tried so hard not to laugh. "You never had wisdom to begin with."
John gasped. "I didn't?!"
"Nope. It's about time you realized that."
John became sad. "I wanted to bring my teeth home but they said no."
This time, Paul couldn't help but laugh. "You don't need to bring them home."
"Are you sure?"
"Positive."
It was quiet for a second. Then, John uttered a word.
"What was that?" Paul asked, not hearing what he said.
John repeated the word. "Meatball."
Paul fell to the floor laughing. "Meatball?!"
"Meatball."
"Where did you come up with that?"
"I don't know. It popped into me head. I want a meatball."
"John, I hate to break it to ye, but I don't think you should really be eating food like that. Well, not yet."
"No meatball? How about two. Can I have two?"
"Nope. Sorry."
John became sad again.
My inspiration for this chapter came from watching videos of those who lost their wisdom teeth. I thought it would be funny to write!
