The Beatles Short Stories

Halloween Horrors on Cavendish Avenue

Hello again, my friends! It's been such a long time since I've updated this book, huh? I do apologize for that! Even still, I really hope you'll enjoy this Halloween story, and, that being said, thank you all for reading!
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"Happy Halloween, mates!" Paul exclaimed as John, George, and Ringo walked into the bassist's Cavendish Avenue home.

"Same to you, Macca," John deadpanned with a smirk as he eyed Paul's costume, which happened to be a pumpkin outfit. "Why the heck are you dressed like an orange splotch of paint?" he then teased as the four Beatles made their way into Paul's homey living room, Martha now prancing towards her guests in order to greet them.

Paul, after hearing John's remark, whirled around dramatically to meet John's cheeky face.

"I am a pumpkin, you imbecile!" he cried in a very posh tone, much like The Invisible Man, as Martha let out a small whimper, obviously afraid that she was in trouble.

George and Ringo, who had both plopped down upon Paul's olive-colored couch, were stifling their laughter as they watched the scene unfold.

"Well, excuse me, Sir Paul!" John returned in the same tone as he clutched his heart in faux hurt. "I just can't help but think that you look nothing like a pumpkin! Except, perhaps, your head looks like one, all big and fat like."

Paul looked utterly wounded as he raised a hand to his head.

"How dare you!" he shrieked before he jumped at John, which caused George and Ringo to recoil away from the songwriting duo. "Do you know what this is gonna cause me to do?"

John couldn't deny that he was a little afraid now, due to the threatening waver in Paul's tone. Mind you, only a little.

"W-what?" he stuttered as he stared into Paul's piercing gaze.

"I'm gonna have to...give you candy!" the bassist cried before he busted into a guffaw.

At that surprising remark, John, George, and Ringo couldn't help but exchange some confused and weirded-out expressions before they too joined Paul in laughter.

"Paul, you git!" John giggled as he slapped Paul on the back.

"You really had us there for a minute!" Ringo chimed in as he tried his best to stifle is laughter.

"I know, I know," Paul started in a lofty tone as he waved his hand dramatically. "I'm just a fantastic actor."

John looked as if he was going to burst from amusement at Paul's remark, his face going bright red in an attempt to hold his laugher in before he let out another guffaw, right in Paul's face, which allowed spit to fly into the younger Beatle's profile.

"Hahahaha!!" he howled as he doubled over. "You? A good actor? Could we please recall who the weakest link was when we shot A Hard Day's Night? You were blimey awful!" he added as he wiped away his tears of hilarity.

George and Ringo then joined in on John's bandwagon of 'make fun of Paul' as they poked fun at his 'girly eyelashes' and 'deer eyes.' The three of them were practically rolling around on the floor, all while Paul stood expressionless and still, his unamused countenance vivid on his famous face.

After the three Beatles had recovered from their fit, Paul spoke in a very kind and calm voice, "Well, now that you've had your fun, I suppose we can have our candy now."

"Yes, Sir Paul, that would be grand," John mocked as he collapsed on the couch, all while Martha eyed him creepily, which didn't make him feel at ease whatsoever, considering Martha always seemed to have a sweet aura about her.