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The sun rose over the city of Liverpool, England, illuminating the city in it's light, and waking up the many citizens within the city. It wasn't the prettiest, but many people called the city home, including four famous boys that the whole world has probably heard of. Three of the four doors opened as three of the four boys stepped out to grab their own newspaper. They waved hello to each other, then turned and entered their homes. Once they were inside, it turned out the four doors lead into the same room. Four beds, four sections with it's own unique thing added by the boys.
"Hey, Pauley," asked one as he landed in the hole in the floor which turned out to be a bed in the floor, "did you make any tea yet?"
"Not yet, John. I have to get my lawn mowed first," he looked at the grass that was specially placed around his own bed and a person with novelty teeth that chatter, using those to mow Paul McCartney's grass, "I'll get right to the tea, John, George, do you need any?"
"Sure," the boy, George Harrison, played on a piano that came out of the ground.
"How about you, Ringo?" Paul asked, but there was no answer, "Ringo? Ringo Starr?"
"The lad must be fast asleep," John Lennon perked up his head, "just make him a cup. If he doesn't want it, I'll take some extra."
"Alright, sounds good," Paul smiled.
Paul went into the kitchen to make the tea that he promised to the boys, and it was a quick process of boiling the water and putting a few tea bags in for a few minutes. It wasn't truly hard to make the British drink, especially for the Brits. As Paul did that, John went to reading his newspaper that he brought in his little pit in the floor. The first thing that caught the young artist's eye was the headline which was in bold lettering and had all capital letters which read 'RINGO STARR OF THE BEATLES FOUND DEAD IN A STREAM.'
"Hey, lads! Look at this," John announced as Paul and George came to read the headline, "they're doing what they did to Pauley, but this time it's Ritchie!"
"Poor, Ringo," Paul chuckled as he looked at the paper, "at least they thought I was killed by a car instead of a silly stream."
"Hey, Ringo! You have to see this! They think you're dead," George called to his mate, but there was no reply, "Ringo?"
"He must still be asleep," John said as he looked at the lump under the blue blanket, "Ringo?"
"I'll wake him up," a paranoid Paul said as he walked to the bed and pulled the blankets off revealing only a pile of blankets which made the lump, "Ringo? Ritchie?! He's gone!"
"He's gone?" George and John yelled at the same time.
"When was the last time you guys seen Ringo?" Paul asked frantically as he ran to John and George.
"I saw him leaving around dinner time yesterday," George said, "we ran out of biscuits, so Ringo offered to buy some. He didn't return before I went to bed, so I fell asleep."
"Maybe the store was closed when he got there so he left early to get the biscuits?" Paul looked at the others who nodded slowly.
"Yeah, maybe the bobbies mistaken a different body to be Ringo's," John answered, "and we should explain their mistake."
"How do you know they made the mistake?" Paul asked as he looked over John's shoulder at the paper.
"Oh, it says 'police identified' right here," John said as he pointed it out and Paul nodded in realization.
"Okay, lets get this all straightened up, then we must find Ringo," George suggested and they all nodded in agreement.
The Beatles quickly grabbed their stuff and got ready to leave. As soon as they were ready they ran out their own separate doors, then paused for a second mid-run. A nice neighbor waved to them, and they waved back as if everything was fine, then went back to running to the Police Station to get everything cleared up. They quickly got there, trying to make it through the door all at once, but with failure after the attempt. The officer, though, was calmly drinking his tea as he watched the display in front of him. The lads finally made it inside and crowded around the desk as the guy gave a sarcastic look over his tea.
"We wanted to note your mistake," John quickly yelled, "there's no way Ringo is dead. He left to buy biscuits only last night."
"I was expecting you to come for that, but we found him around midnight," the officer said to the lads.
"Midnight?" Paul looked puzzled, "how did the newspaper know today already?"
"Beatles news is the most important news these days," the officer sighs, "too bad."
"It can't be Ringo though," George looked at them, "right?"
"Right," John reassured, but looked at the officer as if begging it's not Ringo.
"It could most likely be Ringo Starr, but it was only Police Identifie-"
"Then have it mate identified," John said as the George and Paul gave looks of shock.
"Then would you just leave if I have you lads identify it," the officer looked annoyed.
"Yes," John slammed his hand on the desk while the others gave nauseated looks at the idea of looking at a body.
The officer walked ahead of them, and the lads followed him, John the only confident among them. He had a thought in his head, there was no way Ringo could be dead. He had a long life ahead, and they wouldn't dream of replacing him, so it may turn out to be the end of The Beatles, even though he was already their second drummer. They grew pretty close to their current drummer, or passed drummer, depending on what they see.
The officer led them into a small room where there was a lump under a white blanket, the morge. George and Paul already had green tint across their faces at the thought if what was under the blanket. John was the only one who seemed confident about it because he knew he had to prove Ringo was not dead and this body was not Ringo, no matter how morbid it may seem. The officer pulled the sheet off the face on the body, and as soon as they saw it Paul and George looked pretty close to vomiting right there and then. John grew a face of shock, then a face of disbelief, then a face of noticing something, something not right. He looked at the police officer with a stern look.
"I have one thing to say about this body," John spoke, "it's not Ringo!"
That was the last straw for poor Paul as he ran out to the outside world, George on his heels. The officer looked at John in shock as John was avoiding to look at the body for too long so his fate wasn't like Paul and George's. Getting the heck out of this place before they vomited in public, which wasn't a Beatle thing to do, or a Brit thing to do in general.
"This is Ringo and you must accept it," the officer started, "and I know your in denia-"
"I'm not in denial!" John yelled, "I know this is not Ringo. Ringo is not dead, dammit!"
"Calm down, Mr. Lennon, or else I might have to kick you out," the officer said as he pushed a button on the wall.
"I know Ringo is not dead, and believe me, asshole, that's not Ringo!" John yelled as two officers came to drag Lennon out, "I will find the real Ringo, and proove all of you shit-heads wrong!"
"Well," the officer spoke to himself after Lennon was taken away, "that escalated rather quickly…"
The two officers dragged John outside, who was basically letting them drag him at this point. He noticed he was going to be thrown and began to kick a bit as he was thrown in the shrubbery below. Paul and George was sitting on the bench in front of the shrubbery, breathing in the fresh air rather than vomiting at the sight of a body. They watched as John was thrown into the plants behind them, and as the officers walked inside again. They both frowned as they looked at John get out of the shrubbery.
"So, John," George broke the silence, "how are we going to find Ringo?"
"W-what?" John questioned as he pulled a stick out of his hair, "damn officers…"
"We also believe that was not Ringo," Paul chimed in, "but we don't know how to start searching…or where Ringo could be…"
"Well, there's only one way to start," John started, "last we heard, he was going to get biscuits for George! Let's start there. We could find some clues to where he had gone."
The boys nodded and quickly began their walk to the shop. While they were there, they spotted no trace of Ringo, rather, George found some biscuits and pop, which food always makes the lad happy. John and Paul even tried to convince the cashier they were detectives and needed to see the tapes of the store, but the man only assumed they were high and tried to offer them some LSD instead of answers. A tempting offer for the boys, but they refused it only because it would be very difficult to find Ringo though rainbow hallucinations, and the man behind the counter seemed sketchy. They quickly regrouped, and the only reward was a package of biscuits and a few bottles of pop. The lads groaned as they had no idea where their bandmate, their brother, was.
The next place they ran to was their flat. If Ringo got the biscuits earlier, he could've returned home by now, at least the lads had hopes in their minds that the drummer would be there, but there was no trace of Ringo. They all sat down in Paul's grassy area, much to the lawn mower's dismay, and tried to put their heads together to think. Where Ringo is, that's the mystery. He's not dead, at least, he was not the body they found in the police station. They sat for hours, trying to think of what they should do. Then they heard a knock on one of the doors, Ringo's door. Thinking it could be Ringo, the four boys quickly bolted for the door, but much to their dismay, when they opened the door, a young girl stood before them. She looked about seventeen, and the only makeup she had was eyeliner with some wings coming off her eyes, which made her look a little cute. She had long, beautiful brown hair that made it to her hips, and she was a little pale. If Ringo wasn't missing, they may've tried to win the chick, but now, they sighed when they saw the girl.
"I heard a Ringo Starr went missing last night," the girl said, "and I know for a fact he's not dead, at least…not yet…"
The lads quickly looked at the girl, then the next second they grabbed around her small frame and pulled her into their flat. If she knew for a fact that Ringo was alive, she may know way more then the bobbies even know about the case. She may actually become the biggest breakthrough in the case. They quickly brought her to their couch and sat down in chairs that were set across the couch, a table in between the lads and the las. She was a bit surprised to be pulled in so quickly, but she seemed groovy with it pretty quickly.
"How do you know Ringo is alive?" John was the first to question the girl.
"Hello to you too," she said sarcastically, "and I know the whole story about what happened last night to you precious Ringo."
"What happened?!" John, Paul, and George asked in unison.
"I'll tell you," the girl looked at them as she spoke in a northern American accent, "but you may want to put on a kettle of tea…"