Our Never Ending Beatles Story

Nice one! ;D But I guess it would fit better in the "Mind Games" section.

Anyway, I'll write a few lines more:

John: Ok, Ok, I'll go then
George: Don't be late as always, John!
John: Ah, shut up, mate. So then, will Paul and Ringo be there too?
George: I've woken them up already, man, I've told ya'!
John: Alright, George, but don't shout at me. See ya' there!
So John puts the phone on it's place and dresses up....

George: John, do you reckon I should strap one up for the road?
John: That's an idea Georgey!
George: laughs
George proceeds to remove a small tin from his inside jacket pocket and opens it..
John: Make sure it's a packed one won't you?
George: Sure thing
John: Hurry up too, I gotta ring Cyn
George rolls a marijuana cigarette with the contents of the tin and passes it to John
John lights it, and sits back
George: It's good s**t innit John?
John: Yep, gotta agree there!
George: Here, pass us it will you?
John: ok.
John passes the jazz cigarette to George and starts to giggle
George takes a deep drag..George smiles
John continues giggling, and looks at George for a reaction
George starts laughing too.

The telephone rings..George answers it.
George: Hello, Beatles Bubbleyyou Doubleyou. How can I can be of service?
John giggles
George: Hello Paul! How's it going? Me and JOhn are just havin' a smoke, do you wanna come round and bring Martha?
John: Ask him to bring that stash Bear gave us last week too?
George: Oh yeh, Paul..John says to bring the high grade stuff Bear gave us too. OK?
Catch you later Paul.
John: Is Paul gonna bring that stuff yeh?
George: Sure is!
John: Cool! I'll phone Ring, get him round too!
George: OK
George passes John the phone, John dials Ringo's number.
John puts the telephone to his ear
John: Hey, Ring? Is that you?
Ringo: Yeh, John..did you not recognise me?
John: Sorry Ring, George and I have just been havin' a nice smoke.
Ringo: hehehe, at this time?
John: Yep! So, are you gonna come round later? Paul's comin' too. He's bringing that acid that Bear gave us.
Ringo: Great, I'll be there in a tick, and a tock.
John laughs.
George grabs his guitar, and sits at the end of John's bed. John takes his, and reclines onto the bed..he breaks into song.
CUE: 'I'M ONLY SLEEPING'

Yeah , sure Paul! I Can't agree more... You should be shame of yourself mark!!! So where were we...

...He goes out and suddenly his telephone rings!
John:Who could that be?Hello?
Paul:Hey man, It's me...
John:Hey! What's up?
Paul:Well I'm calling to tell ya that the plan is changed...
John:Really?
Paul:Yeah because I can't come...
John:Why's that?
Paul:'Cuz... well... I fall from the stairs... and... ARE YOU LAUGHIN' MAN?
John:Oh my god! I can't believe this... OH...it's soooo funny! I can't believe this...
Paul:Well you know, man I could got killed!It is dangerous!
John:Yeah, right...So what are we gonna do?
Paul:Well, you guys are coming in my house...
John:Ok , now?
Paul:Yeah...It's a mess here but...
John:Who cares? I'm coming right over...But first gotta buy some cigs...

When John gets inside Paul's house...

Welcome, luv!

After John has finished singing nearly half of the Beatles' song collection, he turns to Paul.
"So, let me get the straight," he says. "You're really stuck down there."
Paul nods sadly. "'Fraid so mate."
"No, I mean like seriously, you can't get up?"
"I'm pretty sure that's what 'I can't move' means, John."
"Really?"
"YES!"
John smiles evilly. "Well good, cos there's something I've always wanted t' do."
There's an awkward silence as John smirks at Paulie for a few seconds, and then-
"AHAAAAAAAAAA!" He jumps behind Paul and proceeds to mess up his mate's shaggy hair without mercy.
"HOW D'YA LIKE THAT MACCA???!!! WHO'S THE CUTE ONE NOW MACCA??? HUH??!?! HUH?!?!"
"GAHH!! JOHN!!! WHAT THE-STOPPPIT!! WHAT ARE YOU FOUR?? OWWWWWWWWWW MUMMY!! THAT HURTTSSS!!"

Just then Ringo and George happen through the door.
"Whats with all the hubbub??" Ringo asked, a phrase he had been waiting to use for a long time, but hadn't really found a precise moment for until today.
George gasped when he saw the scene. "WE'RE PLAYIN' HAIRDRESSER WITH PAULIE??? GEAR!!!! I WANNA PLAY I WANNA PLAY!!!"
So George joins in the fun, but Ringo stays on the sidelines.
"Pshh...'Airdressers..."he scoffs. He seems annoyed for a second, but then with a happy grin he too jumps into the circle of Paul stylists. Everyone's having fun (minus the bassist) when suddenly the doorbell rings....

...what appeared to be a tiny man adorned with intimidating golden robes that were several layers too large, a softly glowing crown upon his head of long golden hair and yellow sparkles in his big plastastic eyes.

Ringo: "Ah...not quite sure what to make of this bit then."

Strange Visitor: "Hello, Small Beatle. I am the Sun King."

Ringo: "King? Ha! You sound more like some determined fanbird trying to sneak into a Beatle's flat. Well, I'm not so gullible and I'll not have it! You can't just be comin' in 'ere like this!"

But suddenly the golden robes lift at the hem and the crown upon the strange visitor's head ignites to a brilliant blazing light, placing Ringo into a temporary trance.

Ringo: "Ah, 'tis only the Sun King, lads! No harm...." *steps aside, bowing all the while, to allow the diminuative piece of royalty a grande entrance* "Please...please, do come in, Your Majesty..."

George: *eyeing the little robed figure suspiciously as it steps across the threshold* "Another bright one, is it? I wonder if this one'll outlast the other."

Ringo: *shaking off his trance, turns confused to George* "Huh? What other? I don't recall any other."

George: *rolls eyes with a sigh* "Sure you do, Rings. That other with the suit said he was some sort of Sun King or some such stupid thing, and he'd come to inspire a song from us. One that shorted out all the fuses in the studio 'fore he finally burst into flame and Mal put him out. Still in hospital wrapped in bandages, that one."

Ringo: "Oh! Right. That one." *shaking his head* "Well, this one doesn't look nearly so bright as that one now, does he?"

Strange Visitor: *clearly insulted* "Why, I resent that!"

John: *squinting against the sudden light filling the room, irritably whips a pair of black shades from his jacket's breast pocket and slams them onto his face* "Bloody freakin' 'ell! Yer blindin' me with all that yeller blazin' in here, son! Turn it down a bit, will you? I can't even tell what I've done to Paulie's hair!"

The Sun King reaches for a button strapped to one skinny leg beneath the flowing robe skirts and gives it a turn.

The crown dulls to a mere dim. The boys all sigh in relief.

Paul: *nods* "Much better that. He'll make for a proper night light at least now, won't he?" *reaching up with one hand to gingerly fondle his new mohawk* "Uh, John? The light from that damned crown must've scorched the mousse! It feels all crunchy like."

John: "Does it then?" *feels the ends of Paul's hair and looks concerned* "Yer right, you know. It'really truly does. Seared all the follicles clean through." *turns an accusing glare to the mysterious Sun King that no one can see through his dark glasses* "Now look what you've gone and done to our Paulie's hair. He'll never be able to recover his pretty Beatlesque-ed-ness before the show tomorrow night! Y've ruined us...you and Yer soddin' Royal Brightness!"

Sun King: *worried* "Oh, no! But you must go on and perform tomorrow night, Beatles!" *removes the crown and plastic yellow-eyed king mask to reveal a beautiful face that was hidden beneath* "I have to make my singing debut at your concert or the bandits who stole my father away will torture him by tickling his hairy ears...and his heart weakens when he giggles! That's why I came in disquise today."

John: *confused* "To give yer poor ole da a giggle? Why, ye horrible thing."

Sun King: "No! Not that! I snuck in disguise to sing for you lot so you won't have to fear me ruining your show tomorrow."

George: "I knew it! Yer no bright king at all. Just some pushy bird."

John: *taking his shades off to study the girl carefully* "And a singin' bird to boot."

Paul: *perplexed* "But aren't those usually found outdoors...you know...perched on branches and what have you?"

John: "No, those are the tweetterin' ones. This is a robed one...with a sick stolen hairy-eared da and an imposingly hot crown."

Paul: "Obviously!" *points to his scorched hair* "And I've unwittingly stood proof of it! What to do about this mess upon me head then?"

Ringo: *folding his arms across his chest to study the girl furiously* "Yer a bird! No Sun King at all...and you tricked me to get into Paul's flat! What have you got to say for yerself then, little missy?"

George: *already a tad besotted with the strange girl, stands up and goes to her* "Yeah! What 'ave ye to say for yerself? We demand full disclosure immediately! A name would be nice for starters...." *leans to whisper to her* "...and a number where you can be rung up as well...that is, if it's not too much trouble then."