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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John had driven behind Paul all the way to the office. He walked in with a smile, being very happy his car was back in his hands.
"Ey. What's that?" Ringo asked to George.
"What's what?"
"That thing John's wearing on his face."
George looked up. "It looks like a smile........nah. It can't be. John's upset about his car being stolen. No way he has a smile. It has to be some type of illusion or something. We have to be seeing things."
John sat down at his desk and looked at the two who were talking. Then, they looked back at him.
"What?" John asked.
"What happened to that frown you had yesterday?"
"Found my car."
"Ey, that's great. No wonder yer happy."
"Very. My precious is in perfect condition too. Just the way it was before it was carnapped."
George and Ringo both laughed. "What is it with you and wordplay? Carnapped?"
"Yeh. Kinda catchy ain't it? Carnapped."
"How'd ye come up with that?"
"Uh, well, kidnapped is for when humans are stolen. Carnapped is when cars are stolen."
"John, for the last time, stop saying people get 'stolen'. Its kidnapped."
"Stolen, kidnapped, same thing. What's the difference?"
"Stolen is for an object." Paul said.
"And a human."
Paul face palmed and turned around in his chair so he wasn't facing John. "I can't.......I can't do this John." Paul said.
"Do what?"
"Explain it. I'm not going to explain it. You just do what you do."
"Okay. I will. Thanks." John said smiling.
Paul turned back around to face him. "Really? That was supposed to be the part where you say you won't do it and ye'll be a normal human being."
"I've tried to be normal once. Worst five seconds of me life."
John. Please don't."
"Don't what?"
"Yer too happy right now. Calm down. Then you can talk to me."
John laughed. "But........"
"John, calm down from yer happiness. Go kiss yer car. Tell it how much you missed it."
"I already did that."
Paul just glared at him. "Yer even weirder than I thought."
"Yeh. I love being weird."
"Are you just going to make jokes all day because yer happy?"
"Maybe. Why? Am I going to annoy you to death?"
"I don't know. Looks like that's where its headed."
"I'm sorry. I can't stop. If I stop, I might get sad again."
"Why on earth would you get sad again? You just got yer car back."
"I don't know. I'll think of something that makes me sad."
"NO! Don't do that. There's plenty that'll make you sad that'll turn into anger. No need for you to do that." Paul said quickly.
"Okay. I won't...........too late."
"What are you thinking about?"
George's kidnappers were never apprehended."
"You already discovered that it was yer father."
"I mean the actual guy that took him from his house. How about this.............we look for that guy."
"Wanna stay busy don't ye?"
"Yes. This is a good way. Lets not tell George."
"Why? I think he should know."
"I know but not until he's found. Every time its brought up, he gets upset that the guy isn't put away."
"So, find the guy, then tell him?"
"Yeh. Last year, George gave a description of the guy. We can find him ourselves."
"Uh, okay. Where's the file and stuff?"
John went looking through his desk and after a moment, he found it. "Here." He said opening it, then, laid it on Paul's desk. Paul went looking through the papers.
"Hmm. Here it is." He said pulling out a professional drawing of what the kidnapper looked like. "You know this is going to be harder than it sounds right?"
"Yeh. The reason why we haven't found him is because he probably kept a low profile."
"So, why don't you finally arrest yer father? Remember, he was the one who actually wanted him."
"I know. I know. I just can't do it."
"I'll do it for you."
John looked at Paul. "Yeh. You do it. I can't."
"Alright. Do you know where he's staying?"
"Somewhere in London. Not sure where. I could always invite him over to my house."
"Then he would think its a trap of some sort."
"Yeh. Yer right. I got no other ideas. Not sure how I'm going to get him."
