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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(Where's our precious Georgie at? Can you find him?)
Ringo was waiting for John to get dressed, so he was willing on a cup of tea while reading a newspaper. Only problem was, it was 15 minutes ago that he left him alone. Ringo finally stood up from the table and approached the door before he decided to knock.
After getting no answer, he opened the door to see that John had fallen back asleep. He shook his head and approached him. Then, Ringo started to shake him awake. "Come on John love. Wake up."
"Can't we do this tomorrow?"
"No. We can't. Come on."
John groaned and sat up. "I guess I'm ready to go."
"No yer not. You still need to get yer shoes on and comb yer hair. It's sticking up all over the place."
"I don't want to go out in 150° weather. Too hot."
"It's only 70° right now. But the longer you pay in bed, the hotter it's getting out there. Its better to do it when it's 70° than when it's 90. Don't you agree?"
"I guess so. One more thing."
"What?"
"Help me up, will ye?"
Ringo laughed, grabbed both his arms and pulled him into a sitting position. "Now, finish getting ready and don't fall back asleep."
"He's muther."
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It took 15 minutes before the two key Paul and George on the trail they were to be running.
"Ey. What took you so long?" Paul asked.
"Lenny didn't want to get out of bed this morning."
"Too early." John mumbled.
"The sooner, the better. You know that. Now are you ready?"
"No."
"I wasn't asking you John. I already knew yer answer."
"Let's go before he calls asleep on us."
Paul nodded and showed the three a map of the route they were taking. "Okay. Let's get started."
Paul was the first one to start jogging. Ringo pushed John so he would follow. John let out a groan, made a pouty face, and took off behind Paul. He sped up a bit so he and Paul were side by side before speaking. "I hate you so much McCartney. Those words will be on my tombstone. I'm going to die from running."
Paul started laughing. "No yer not. And yer not running. Yer jogging."
"What's the difference? Running. Jogging. All is the same to me." He said already sounding out of breath.
"You really need to work out more often. Continue joining me for runs."
"No way! My lungs are on fire right now."
"That's the point. Yer not in shape. Get into shape. The pain will go away."
"How much longer?" John wined.
"We just started. Just don't think about where you are. How about this, think about running after yer kid when he's old enough. "
