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!
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
John glared at Paul. "Don't think about it."
"Too late." Paul said and he kicked John off the bike again.
John fell flat on his back and sighed. "Ouch."
"That's all yer going to say?"
"Yeh. So?"
"So, get up and get back on yer bike."
"Help me up."
George reached down, grabbed his arm and forced him to stand.
"There. Yer up. Get back on yer bike and have fun."
"We're not supposed to be having fun." John said picking up his bike. "Its supposed to be excersizing."
They all continued to ride again.
"John, if you don't want to keep getting kicked off yer bike, stop showing off. Yer only encouraging Paul to do it."
"Fine. Fine. I'll stop showing off in front of princess."
"John." Paul warned.
"Geez. Why are you all of a sudden in a bad mood?"
"Because yer annoying me. Yer annoying me when yer on yer bike. Next time I knock you off, you might end up in the street, getting hit by a car."
"No way."
"Don't tempt me to do it again."
John saluted. "Yes sir!"
**********
It was hitting 10am when they got to their destination and they were now just riding around town, going no where in particular and talking about nothing in particular.
John checked the time. "Ey, I gotta go. I'm late for prison."
"Go." Paul said and John left the group, riding his bike the opposite direction.
"Late for prison?" Ringo asked.
"Yeh. Didn't ye know? He arrested his own father. He's getting a few months of prison. Then he's getting released."
"Oh." Ringo said surprisingly. "Well, why wasn't I ever told about this?"
"I don't know. We just never thought about telling you and Geo. George, you don't sound too surprised about it."
"I know. I kinda already knew."
"How?" Ringo asked.
"I overheard it."
"Lies."
"Okay. John may have mentioned it."
"Oh. Did he say what he was up to?" Paul asked in a very curious manner.
"No. I'm still wanting to find out why you and John are hiding things from me. Remember, I will find out."
"Yeh, yeh. You keep telling me that. Well, you keep telling John that."
"And since he won't tell me, I want you to tell me."
"What's there to tell?"
"Tell me or John won't be the only one who fell off his bike today."
"Did you just threaten me?"
"Yeh. Now, get to talking or yer face meets the concrete."
"Okay. Okay. Just don't tell John I told you. We're going after the same guy who took you."
George nodded. "Thank you. That wasn't so hard now was it?"
"Ugh. I thought ye'd be mad which is why I didn't say anything. Just pleeeeeease, pleeeeeease don't tell John that I told ye. If he knew I told you, he would kill me."
"Funny. That's what he told me."
Paul was about to speak when he realized what George said. "What?"
"What, what?"
"What did you just say?"
"Oh, John told me you would kill him if you knew he told me."
"So........did he tell you?"
"Maybe."
"So, he did?! That big mouth!"
"Ey, call yerself that. You also told me without realizing I already knew."
"Alright. Whatever. You caught me and him.......just.........at different times. Now, can we change the subject?"
"Okay. What do you wanna talk about?"
"Anything other than that."
"Okay. Lets start over. Hi. I'm George Harrison. And you are?"
Paul smiled and shook hands with him. "Paul McCartney. And this is my good buddy Ringo Starr. His real name is Richard."
"So, tell me Mr. Starr, why are you called Ringo?"
