Paul: We're now going to play a drawing game.

Ringo: *blows a streamer.*

Paul: *glares.* I thought I took that away from you.

Ringo: I got another one. I bought an entire box of them. *blows it again.*

John: *snickers.*

George: *yawns.*

Paul: Anyway, we are going to be on teams—

John: *cuts him off.* Paul, you're on my team.

George: *looks at Ringo.* I guess we're on a team together.

Paul: *shoots John a look.* You didn't let me finish.

John: Oh, sorry. Carry on.

Paul: And we're going to take turns drawing on an easel and our teammates are supposed to guess what it is we're drawing.

John: *snatches a Sharpie marker off the table and jerks the cap off with his teeth.* I'm ready!

George: Ringo, do you want to go first?

Ringo: Sure.

John: *grins manically.* I'm going to smoke you, Richie.

Ringo: Not if I have anything to do with it, Winston.

John:

Ringo:

John:

Ringo:

John: . . . What was that?

Ringo: I don't know. You used my real name, so I had to say something.

John: I'm going to forget you said anything.

Ringo: Me too.

Paul: *sighs.*

George: What's wrong, Paul? Are you feeling some pressure? Because Ringo and me are going to slaughter you!

Paul: It's "Ringo and I," not "Ringo and me." That's not correct, George.

George: . . . Shut up.

John: *looks at the card that says what he has to draw.* A cookie??? Anybody can draw a blooming cookie!

Paul: John, I know what you're drawing now.

John: *bleeeeeeeeeeep.*

Paul: Thank God for the invention of the "bleep."

John: I'm actually not too fond of "bleeping" one's curses. The kids nowadays are being exposed to worse things!

Ringo: *had started drawing while John and Paul were talking.* John, I don't know if you're aware of this, but we're on a timer.

John: What?!? *reads a new card and starts squiggling lines on the easel.*

Paul: What is that?

John: I can't tell you, so why are you asking?!?

Paul: I'm thinking out loud, here!

John: Think in your head like a normal person, Macca!

George: *looks at Ringo's drawing.* Is it a panda bear?

Ringo: *drawing more.* What? No!

George: A teddy bear?

Ringo: Am I allowed to tell him it's not any sort of bear?

Paul: No hints!

George: It's not a bear, so what is it?

Ringo: Why are you asking me?

John: *drawing like a maniac.*

Paul: Is that . . . a cornflake?

John: Ding, ding, ding! Paul and me win!

Paul: It's "Paul and I," John, not—

John: Shut up.

George: That was just the first round! Now it's my turn to draw! *snatches the Sharpie from Ringo.* Watch this action.

Paul: I wouldn't be so cocky, Georgie, I'm a pretty good drawer.

George: *snorts.* Sure.

Paul: *reads his card and starts drawing.*

John: *yells when Paul has just drawn a straight line.* Airplane!

Paul: *looks at John, then the line, and back again.* How does a straight line resemble an airplane?

John: I thought I'd take a wild guess and beat Harrison and Starkey over there.

Ringo: *looks at George's drawing.* Um . . . a grapefruit.

George: No.

Ringo: It's a pineapple.

George: No.

Ringo: How about a banana?

George: No!

Ringo: A square!

George: For God's sake, Ringo, if you don't have any idea what it is, just don't say anything!

Ringo: *crosses his arms.* Well, excuse me for trying to play the game.

Paul: *draws another line.*

John: *yells.* An orangutan!

Paul: *turns around and looks at him.* What?

John: It's not an orangutan?

Paul: It's two lines, John! How can you get an orangutan from two lines?!?

John:

John: *yells again.* It's two lines!

Paul: *face-palm.*

Ringo: Ooh, ooh, I know what it is!

George: What is it?

Ringo: A sandwich!

George: Yes! *spikes the Sharpie off the stage and dances around Paul and John in a circle.*

John: Great. Now we're tied, so we have to do another round.

Ringo: *raises his eyebrows.* Are you intimidated by our amazing drawing skills, John?

John: What?!? No! *shoves Paul out of the way and starts drawing.*

Paul: Are those eyelashes?

John: *glares at Paul.* Not everything is about eyelashes, Paul.

Paul: Well, I certainly think it is.

George: *stares at Ringo's progressing drawing.* I don't now what that is, Rings.

Ringo: Oh, come on. Think.

George:

George: That's not a chicken wing, is it?

Ringo: Oh, God, we're doomed.

Paul: It's a palm tree!

John: No.

Paul: Er, um, it's a . . . a . . . a . . .

John: You really don't know what this is?

Paul: No . . . ?

John: *glares.*

Paul: Your ugly cat?

John: Don't you dare call Jesus ugly!!!

Paul:

Ringo: Come on, George, you know what this is.

George: Chicken leg?

Ringo: It's not a food, you twit!!!

George:

Ringo: I use them all the time!

Paul: Hey, no hints!

George: *concentrating.*

Ringo: For God's sake, George, what's wrong with you?

George: Are those drumsticks?

Ringo: Finally! I didn't think you'd ever get it.

George: Those are some horribly drawn drumsticks.

Ringo: Whatever. We won! In your faces!!!

John: *throws the Sharpie down and glares at Paul.* It was a mustache, you fool!

Paul: *stares at the drawing and then nods.* Oh . . .

John: Yeah, "Oh." I drew six different ones for you and you still didn't get it! This is the last time I'm on your team. *stalks off the stage.*

Ringo: What a sore loser.

George: *looks at the mustaches.* How didn't you get that, Paul?

Paul: Don't judge me! They don't look like mustaches!

Ringo: Yeah, they do. Look. There's a Hitler mustache, a Sgt. Pepper mustache, a mustache those villains always have . . .