"Looks like Macca's about to get another year older down there while we get to stay as young as ever! Well I do anyways, you're stuck being a fifty year old prune!" John snickered as he watched the celebration down from heaven, well as much of a celebration one could have anyways with the lockdown going on and everything. "Meanwhile up here we were responsible and wore our masks before going outside! Not because of the virus but because George's cigarette stench can really spread for miles!"

"Oh very funny Lennon, you really could have been a comedian if the Beatles didn't work out."
George grumbled. "Why are we going down there anyways? Ringo has much flashier parties and last year he donated a couple thousand dollars to those who really needed it, Paul didn't even bother to show up so he just played old concert footage."

"You never know, he might turn up this year now that Richie's vaccinated and people are finally starting to take the advice of the experts. Now if only they will stop believing that the virus originated from a lab. Hey! Let's give him the surprise of his life eh?"

"By what? Hiding in the confetti cannons and making him think we popped right in front of him? He fainted for an hour that day!"

"But it was one of our best pranks yet! This year I hear Paul's getting a big ass sheet cake that's spelt his name with the usual happy birthday message. What we're gonna do is possess it and float all over the room!"

".... And you think that won't scare him as much as our confetti bombing?"

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However down on earth Stella had just sent out a chocolate and vanilla marble cake slathered in whipped cream with marzipan letters and a 79 candle to top it all off with. "Hopefully nothing goes wrong during the delivery."

Not wrong persay, but the letters were about to get all jumbled up thanks to two spirits hidden inside. "Heehee, I made it say Johnny was here!"

"Of course you did, I just sent him a birthday message with love from his first ever mate whom I wish he would pay more attention to." The younger of the two snickered, toying with the candles. "And don't don't think about lighting them inside the box! When you did that for my birthday you turned my cake into a creme brulée!"

"Shhhhh, we're getting close to Macca's place now. Boy won't he be shocked when he sees us!"

As the cake arrived on Paul's front door, the angels kept dead quiet as their living bandmate carried them inside. "Boy this sure smells good! Stella really outdid herself when it comes to my special day, I wonder what sort of cake she made this year."

However just as soon as he opened the package the cake seemed to just float out all by itself! The 79 year old Rockstar was taken aback at the sight, that is until he recalled the day when he turned 70 when he caught a glimpse of his two former bandmates exploding right before his eyes. "John, George? Is that you again?" He chuckled.

"Ah! How could you ever have guessed?" John squeaked, the cake dropping in shock. It would have splattered all over the floor if Paul didn't catch it in time.

"I just figured you would pull a stunt like this if ya were a spirit. Did you send me any gifts too?"

"Only our love! Or is that not good enough for ya?" George snickered, pulling Paul into a tight group hug.

"It's everything I ever dreamt of! It's just too bad Ringo couldn't be here, but we can give him a video call if you appear on camera."

"That we do! How else do you think those ghost pictures surface?" John smirked, ruffling Paul's graying hair. "Will you still need us, will we still feed you when you're over 64!"

"Hey that's my song!"

"Ours, it was on a Beatles album. But anyways, happy birthday you old sod! No matter how old you get Ringo will always look younger than you."