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This chapter is at the local park! Yay! I made sure to put more Ringo in this one. So, enjoy the next chapter and please review if you'd like.

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The Beatles and Eppy at the park

EPPY: This time, can you boys please be civilised and not act like wild animals?

MICKY DOLENZ: Hey hey! We're the Monkees! And people say-

GEORGE: Wrong set. This is The Beatles. Not The Monkees, Micky.

MICKY: Whoops. Sorry guys.

EPPY: Anyways, I was thinking-

RINGO: ERMAGOD THERE'S A KAYAK.

PAUL: Ringo, we are not going o the kayak.

GEORGE: Why not?

JOHN: Because blithering idiots like you will probably do something that will cause us either trauma or pain.

PAUL: He's right. Remember what happened when you hot-wired a monster truck and ALMOST KILLED US?

JOHN: Or when you somehow let a lion into the kitchen and it almost bit George's face off?

RINGO: Mmm…no, I don't seem to recall.

GEORGE: All I remember is Paul screaming like a girl. Oh wait, he is a girl.

PAUL: SHUT UP GEO!

GEORGE: NO.

JOHN: STOP FIGHTING!

PAUL: HE CALLED ME A GIRL! AGAIN!

GEORGE: HE TOLD ME TO SHUT UP! AGAIN!

RINGO: I LIKE NUTELLA AND HORSE RADISH!

JOHN: Excuse me?

PAUL: …

GEORGE: …

JOHN: …

RINGO: …

PAUL: …

RINGO: Well it worked!

EPPY: Why don't you guys sit down on the goddamn grass and have a normal conversation?

GEORGE: Paul! That doesn't mean sit in John's lap!

PAUL: Well I'm comfortable

RINGO: Well I'm disgusted!

JOHN: Well…I don't mind.

RINGO: Because you're gay.

GEORGE: Actually, he isn't because Paul is a girl.

RINGO: That's true.

PAUL: If I get up, will you stop making fun of me?

GEORGE: No.

EPPY: Paul, get up. Actually, all of you get up. We are going to play a nice, fair game of football.

JOHN: There's no use, because you know I'm going to win anyways.

GEORGE: Suuuure…

PAUL: RINGO! THAT WAS MY EYE!

RINGO: I'm sorry, Paulie! The ball magically flew out of my hands into your face!

GEORGE: Suuuure…

JOHN: Score! The awesome, sexy, talented-

RINGO: Ringo-

JOHN: John Lennon scored into scrawny, weak, lanky George Harrison's net!

GEORGE: Thanks pal.

PAUL: Ringo! Stop hitting me with the ball!

RINGO: I'm sorry mate! It did the magic thingy again!

GEORGE: Suuuure…

ALL: SHUT UP, GEO

GEORGE: WHY DOES EVERYONE TELL ME THAT?!

PAUL: BECAUSE MAYBE YOU SHOULD!

GEORGE: OOOH GETTING FEISTY, GIRLIE?

PAUL: YOU BLOODY-

EPPY: Okay!

PAUL: RINGO! STOP IT!

RINGO: Sorry…

So I hope you liked it! Gotta go! Bye!

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