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CHAPTER TWO:
The show was done, the fans were chasing, the car was running, the chauffeur was driving and George was tired.
He held a half interested conversation with the rest of the band, but drifted off.
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George opened his eyes to the sound of a dripping faucet leak, he pulled his left arm away from hugging his bared knees and dropped it down beside himself,
he lifted his hand and watched the dirty bathwater run through his fingers and back down into the bathtub.
Breaking the quiet, eerie, nothingness, gruff footsteps sounded towards the dingy, battered bathroom door, along with an unsober and taunting man's voice, "Honey..." The mess of a voice snickered, "Unlock the door.. C'mon let me in... I'm not gonna 'hurt' you.." George didn't recognize it, nor did he like it, and for good reason. He could feel the weak floor creaking underneath the tub as the footsteps came closer towards him, "Georgie..." The man whispered through the door crack. "Fine... I'll let myself in." The unfamiliar voice threatened, the door handle started to rattle violently. Breathing in a quick and heavy breath in a gasp, George leaped in fright, his wet hand slipped on the rim of the tub, causing him to fall head under water in a short moment.
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He came to consciousness by his Ringo shaking his shoulders in frantic concern. "George! Georgie love, come to! COME ON!" Ringo yelled at him and pushed hard on his chest. " 'Ey stop it, Ringo, that hurts..." George murmured and coughed, turning his head to lay the side of his face on the cold pavement. "George?... Oh thank the sweet Lord, you're alright!" Ringo exclaimed in loud gleefulness, dropping his torso on George to hug him, "I thought you were a goner, I mean I thought you were dead, Georgie!" He said in the greatest relief, muffled into Harrison's shoulder. "No I'm not dead!" George snapped slightly in frustrated confusion, sitting up and pushing Ringo off of him. "Well don't be insensitive!! I was worried about you!" Ringo squawked angrily. "Buh- Hm? Ringo, what's this you're wearing?" George said pulling on Ringo's American police uniform shirt. "What're you talkin' about George? I'm wearing the uni. Like I always do, ya know?" George looked down at his own clothes, " 'Ey look! I'm wearin' it the same too!" "What's with you, you twit?" Starr questioned, flicking his wrist three times to thwack his mate lightly on the head. "Aye, nevermind. Lend a hand?" George said, taking Ringo's hand and standing up from the street. He brushed himself off and picked up his copper's hat, "Egh, I'm all dirty now." "Blame the bloak who shot you." Ringo said scuffing his feet in boredom as they started walking away from the shoot scene casually, "So what're you goin' to do today, Ringo?" "Well... I don't know, you wanna go to the museum?" Starr said, offering a possible solution to kill their boredom. "Naah." George said, shaking his head back and forth.
"Hey look, it's the lads." Ringo said nodding towards John and Paul at a coffee shop, "Hey it is. Let's go talk to 'em!" George replied and walked across the street with some enthusiasm. The entrance bell jingled, " 'Ello Gents!" Harrison said walking into the shop with a smile. Paul turned to see who had addressed them, "Ah! Boys!" He greeted them with a welcoming smile and pulled out another seat, "Fight for it if you must, but try not to make too big of a scene." He chuckled. "I'll stand." Ringo said laughing, and leaned on his elbow against the back of Lennon's chair. John flashed a nervous smile at him. "Hey now, don't you pretend like i've forgotten that you're a criminal!" John lost his phony smile quickly and turned his head slowly back towards the table, looking even more nervous and sipping his coffee. "That's right, you know how Ringo feels about scum like you." Starr said in a well-working attempt to intimidate the already intimidated John. "Oh, are these men joining you?" A waitress came to the table and asked John and Paul, "Yes, yes they are." Paul answered while John sat in the background with his opposite opinion, shaking his head franticly in a complete disagreement. Ringo turned and looked at him in disapprovingly and Lennon quickly changed to a nod. "...Okay then, would you like something to drink? Tea? Coffee?" The waitress began offering the list of options to the additional part of the party, "Umm, a medium mocha latte, please." George said. "Yeah, I'll have one the same." Ringo agreed with George's pick. "Yeah, I think I'll have a small one of those now, too." John said in a mumble. "Tired, eh? That's a lot of caffeine." Paul joked, "You know that stuff's not too good for you."
The young men talked casually together, except John who hardly dared to say a word in discomfort.
A minute or two went by and their server arrived with their coffees, "Here you go, enjoy." She said setting them down and walking away with a nice smile. "Thanks doll!" George shouted after her, then lowered his face to less than average and leaned across the table towards Paul, "She's cute. And efficient too, she is." "Yeah she is!." Paul said admiringly, with the same 'little boy with a small crush' smile that George shared. Harrison sat back in his seat and took a drink of his latte, "Good brew." He said in appreciation and and continued enjoying it. They all sipped at their beverages for awhile. "This stuff makes ya feel kinda funny, eh?" Ringo questioned, stirring his coffee, "Well, don't you feel it?" "Yeah, kinda does, doesn't it?" "Hm, I thought it did, but then I figured it was just me." George and John replied. "Nuh uh, I don't feel anything." Paul said shaking his head 'no'. "Well... You got the house brew, you did, didn't you?" Harrison asked, pondering at his drink. "Maybe she put something in it." Ringo put up his suspection, "No, she wouldn't do that, she loves me." George disagreed. "Loves you?" Paul mocked George's imaginative and hopeful statement. "This is a kinda big table, isn't it?" Starr said patting the table that was now as tall as him. "Yeah 'tis, I didn't notice before." George said running his hand through his dark hair. "I thought they said coffee stunts your growth?" John said looking aaaaaalll the way up at Paul who was now a giant to them. "........ I told you it was bad for you!" Paul said climbing off of his seat and onto the floor to look tiny Lennon in the face. "................I'm shorter than you." John noted the VERY obvious new fact with scorn. "I don't think that's the part that matters, Johnny babe." George said looking at his hands in disbelief. "Ah bloody Monday! Wasn't I short enough already?!" Ringo complained throwing his arms down to his side in a fit, causing George to laugh. "Shut up Georgie, you're unusually small too." Starr mumbled pointing from George's feet, to his head. "Agh! No good! Not any good at all!" George huffed. "John! You're not gonna be able to do our next show like this, your voice is too high and squeaky!" Ringo explained a problem. "Or someone could squash me!" John said in a distressed tone. A large shoe of an unknowing business man steps on Ringo. "Like they just did you!" He said pointing at what WAS their bandmate.
"...Ringo?" Paul questioned sadly.
"YOU!!!" George yelled with anger and despise, pointing at the business man, "YOU STEPPED ON MY RINGO!!"
"Did you hear something?" The man asked to the lady behind the cashier counter, "It sounded like a rodent of some sort." He said.
"YOU BASTARD!" George continued to shout, "Hey, George, calm down, calm down." John said, holding him back by his shoulders as if, if he was to let him go, he could hurt someone..... AS IF.
"Have a nice day." The man said and left through the door. A couple minutes and George was fuming a little less. "We've gotta find a way to get me and you big again!" John said, "Paulie, pick me up." "Okay." Paul agreed and laid his hand open on the floor.
"Thanks, love." Lennon said, climbing into Paul's hand. George doing so as well.
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(A little while later, at a drugstore)
"Hello, how can i help you, Sir?" The pharmacist greeted to McCartney as he walked into the store.
"Now i know what it feels like to be Paul's change." George said, sitting in the bottom of McCartney's pants pocket with John.
"Yes," Paul replied to the man, "Do you have any uhh... Big pills?" He asked. "You mean, male enhancement?" The pharmacist asked. "Oh! No, no! No that's not what i mean, I don't need any of that. But that's not your business, or something we really should discuss... Um.. Nevermind." Paul said awkwardly and left the store.
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(A little while later, at a hospital)
"Hm... Nyes.. This is a very serious case. Of what, I do not know." The doctor said, pacing around the examination table that the two shrunken Beatles were on. "Well can you help them?" Paul asked anxiously. "I! ............................Don't know." The doctor said, "I shall call my assistant!" He said, putting his index finger up to his chin. "DAVY!!!" "Yes, yes?! Uh Yes Dr. Dolenz?" The assistant stuttered, hustling into the room, "We have a small case on our hands... We must discuss, find answers.............. Look how tiny they are." The doctor said, in a serious tone. "Those are people?!? I mean, uh, yes, I see." The assistant replied. "'Ey!!" John scolded. "What shall i do, Doctor?" The assistant asked. "Look hot." Dr. Dolenz replied. "Yes, Doctor." Davy agreed, unbuttoning the collar of his shirt and shaking his hair suggestively. "Very good. Now then, what i can do for your friends has a risk of minor problem." the doctor explained to Paul. "What's that?" Paul asked. "Oh just dying, nothing serious." Dolenz replied. "Come now, Davy. 'Discussion' time." He said motioning for Davy to follow him, and walked into his office. "So then, Davy.." He said, quietly shutting the door behind himself and flicking the light off, "So then, Doctor.." Davy replied. "Please, Davy," Mickey Dolenz said, walking slowly over to Davy, and now was standing but a foot from him. "Don't call me that when we're alone..." He whispered. "Alright then.. So I won't." Davy replied. "I couldn't help but to notice something about you, Davy...." "What is that?" Davy questioned, Mickey looked into his eyes, "You want me." Davy's eyes flashed nervously, he was silent for a moment, staring up into Mickey's face. "............ I do." He replied with sensual tone in his voice, "Kiss me." He demanded quietly, "As if I could stop myself, I need you." Mickey said fiercely, the only bit of light peeking through the blinds landed on Davy's face, his eyes flashed passionately, "As I need you, Mickey."
(Back in the examination room, a little while later)
"It sure seems to be taking the doctor quite a while." Paul said impatiently. "No joking." John said, rolling his eyes, "We've got to fix this, SOON." "Yeah," George agreed, looking at his watch, "The Beatles are going to be playing a show at the New York baseball stadium in two hours! And I don't wanna miss that, I have tickets!" "George.... YOU'RE ONE OF THE BEATLES!!" John scolded at George's stupidity, smacking him on the back of the head.
"Gagh!! Don't do that, you almost knocked me off the table!! And that's a BIG fall!"
Harrison squawked, and so the bickering and fighting started, "I should shove YOU off, and then we'll talk!" George yelled. "Oh yeah? Go ahead and try!" Lennon taunted.
"'Ey you two, stop it! Don't you make me have to flick you!" Paul threatened, and held out his hand next to them. "AH!! NO!" "DON'T!!" George and John yelped, "Paulie! How dare you.." Lennon said looking scorned and appalled.
"Well then. Egh hem!" Dolenz said, bumbling out of his office in a most disorderly fashion, "I have returned with a conclusion!" "Took you long enough. What's that?" Paul said, sounding slightly annoyed.
"That? That's Davy. I thought we already established that?" Mickey said, looking back at Davy, who had just come into the room.
"No, I meant what's the conclusion." Paul replied. "A conclusion? Oh it means when you-" Mickey started to explain, "No!! I mean what's YOUR conclusion!!!" Paul snapped. "Oh! Nyes, my conclusion. I can help your friends with a risk, but it will be helpful, that is if the risk doesn't get the better and they die." Dolenz explained.
"That's great!" Paul said sarcastically, "Then what did you need to discuss? You already told us that!" He nagged.
"........... Doctor things.." Mickey said nervously, "Oh shut up! You're not a doctor." "Why'd you tell me to shut up? I didn't even say anything." Paul argued agitatedly.
"Yes you did. Don't argue with the doctor." Said Davy.
"No I didn't." Paul continued.
"Ah-ah-ah now, don't argue with my assistant." Mickey said, shaking his finger at McCartney, "Wha-? This is ridiculous!" Paul said, even more annoyed then before. "Bad! Don't call the doctor names." Davy scolded.
"I didn't call him a name, i said THIS is ridiculous." McCartney said. "Oh stop it. You know truth, now stop fibbing." Mickey said.
"Good 'eavens! This is bullshit!" Paul said angrily.
Davy gasped, "Don't swear at the doctor! That's a no-no!" He said, shaking his head at Paul. "What do you think I am, a child???" McCartney questioned. "You are REALLY misbehaving." Dolenz said. "Ugh! Shut up!" Paul snapped.
"Well, that's no way to treat the people who are trying to unshrink your friends. Now do you want us to help?" Said Davy. "Yes! I've only wanted you to since we got 'ere!!" Paul said impatient and angrily. "Well then be nice." Davy said motheringly.
"Come Davy, to the operating room!" Mickey announced.
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The show was done, the fans were chasing, the car was running, the chauffeur was driving and George was tired.
He held a half interested conversation with the rest of the band, but drifted off.
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George opened his eyes to the sound of a dripping faucet leak, he pulled his left arm away from hugging his bared knees and dropped it down beside himself,
he lifted his hand and watched the dirty bathwater run through his fingers and back down into the bathtub.
Breaking the quiet, eerie, nothingness, gruff footsteps sounded towards the dingy, battered bathroom door, along with an unsober and taunting man's voice, "Honey..." The mess of a voice snickered, "Unlock the door.. C'mon let me in... I'm not gonna 'hurt' you.." George didn't recognize it, nor did he like it, and for good reason. He could feel the weak floor creaking underneath the tub as the footsteps came closer towards him, "Georgie..." The man whispered through the door crack. "Fine... I'll let myself in." The unfamiliar voice threatened, the door handle started to rattle violently. Breathing in a quick and heavy breath in a gasp, George leaped in fright, his wet hand slipped on the rim of the tub, causing him to fall head under water in a short moment.
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He came to consciousness by his Ringo shaking his shoulders in frantic concern. "George! Georgie love, come to! COME ON!" Ringo yelled at him and pushed hard on his chest. " 'Ey stop it, Ringo, that hurts..." George murmured and coughed, turning his head to lay the side of his face on the cold pavement. "George?... Oh thank the sweet Lord, you're alright!" Ringo exclaimed in loud gleefulness, dropping his torso on George to hug him, "I thought you were a goner, I mean I thought you were dead, Georgie!" He said in the greatest relief, muffled into Harrison's shoulder. "No I'm not dead!" George snapped slightly in frustrated confusion, sitting up and pushing Ringo off of him. "Well don't be insensitive!! I was worried about you!" Ringo squawked angrily. "Buh- Hm? Ringo, what's this you're wearing?" George said pulling on Ringo's American police uniform shirt. "What're you talkin' about George? I'm wearing the uni. Like I always do, ya know?" George looked down at his own clothes, " 'Ey look! I'm wearin' it the same too!" "What's with you, you twit?" Starr questioned, flicking his wrist three times to thwack his mate lightly on the head. "Aye, nevermind. Lend a hand?" George said, taking Ringo's hand and standing up from the street. He brushed himself off and picked up his copper's hat, "Egh, I'm all dirty now." "Blame the bloak who shot you." Ringo said scuffing his feet in boredom as they started walking away from the shoot scene casually, "So what're you goin' to do today, Ringo?" "Well... I don't know, you wanna go to the museum?" Starr said, offering a possible solution to kill their boredom. "Naah." George said, shaking his head back and forth.
"Hey look, it's the lads." Ringo said nodding towards John and Paul at a coffee shop, "Hey it is. Let's go talk to 'em!" George replied and walked across the street with some enthusiasm. The entrance bell jingled, " 'Ello Gents!" Harrison said walking into the shop with a smile. Paul turned to see who had addressed them, "Ah! Boys!" He greeted them with a welcoming smile and pulled out another seat, "Fight for it if you must, but try not to make too big of a scene." He chuckled. "I'll stand." Ringo said laughing, and leaned on his elbow against the back of Lennon's chair. John flashed a nervous smile at him. "Hey now, don't you pretend like i've forgotten that you're a criminal!" John lost his phony smile quickly and turned his head slowly back towards the table, looking even more nervous and sipping his coffee. "That's right, you know how Ringo feels about scum like you." Starr said in a well-working attempt to intimidate the already intimidated John. "Oh, are these men joining you?" A waitress came to the table and asked John and Paul, "Yes, yes they are." Paul answered while John sat in the background with his opposite opinion, shaking his head franticly in a complete disagreement. Ringo turned and looked at him in disapprovingly and Lennon quickly changed to a nod. "...Okay then, would you like something to drink? Tea? Coffee?" The waitress began offering the list of options to the additional part of the party, "Umm, a medium mocha latte, please." George said. "Yeah, I'll have one the same." Ringo agreed with George's pick. "Yeah, I think I'll have a small one of those now, too." John said in a mumble. "Tired, eh? That's a lot of caffeine." Paul joked, "You know that stuff's not too good for you."
The young men talked casually together, except John who hardly dared to say a word in discomfort.
A minute or two went by and their server arrived with their coffees, "Here you go, enjoy." She said setting them down and walking away with a nice smile. "Thanks doll!" George shouted after her, then lowered his face to less than average and leaned across the table towards Paul, "She's cute. And efficient too, she is." "Yeah she is!." Paul said admiringly, with the same 'little boy with a small crush' smile that George shared. Harrison sat back in his seat and took a drink of his latte, "Good brew." He said in appreciation and and continued enjoying it. They all sipped at their beverages for awhile. "This stuff makes ya feel kinda funny, eh?" Ringo questioned, stirring his coffee, "Well, don't you feel it?" "Yeah, kinda does, doesn't it?" "Hm, I thought it did, but then I figured it was just me." George and John replied. "Nuh uh, I don't feel anything." Paul said shaking his head 'no'. "Well... You got the house brew, you did, didn't you?" Harrison asked, pondering at his drink. "Maybe she put something in it." Ringo put up his suspection, "No, she wouldn't do that, she loves me." George disagreed. "Loves you?" Paul mocked George's imaginative and hopeful statement. "This is a kinda big table, isn't it?" Starr said patting the table that was now as tall as him. "Yeah 'tis, I didn't notice before." George said running his hand through his dark hair. "I thought they said coffee stunts your growth?" John said looking aaaaaalll the way up at Paul who was now a giant to them. "........ I told you it was bad for you!" Paul said climbing off of his seat and onto the floor to look tiny Lennon in the face. "................I'm shorter than you." John noted the VERY obvious new fact with scorn. "I don't think that's the part that matters, Johnny babe." George said looking at his hands in disbelief. "Ah bloody Monday! Wasn't I short enough already?!" Ringo complained throwing his arms down to his side in a fit, causing George to laugh. "Shut up Georgie, you're unusually small too." Starr mumbled pointing from George's feet, to his head. "Agh! No good! Not any good at all!" George huffed. "John! You're not gonna be able to do our next show like this, your voice is too high and squeaky!" Ringo explained a problem. "Or someone could squash me!" John said in a distressed tone. A large shoe of an unknowing business man steps on Ringo. "Like they just did you!" He said pointing at what WAS their bandmate.
"...Ringo?" Paul questioned sadly.
"YOU!!!" George yelled with anger and despise, pointing at the business man, "YOU STEPPED ON MY RINGO!!"
"Did you hear something?" The man asked to the lady behind the cashier counter, "It sounded like a rodent of some sort." He said.
"YOU BASTARD!" George continued to shout, "Hey, George, calm down, calm down." John said, holding him back by his shoulders as if, if he was to let him go, he could hurt someone..... AS IF.
"Have a nice day." The man said and left through the door. A couple minutes and George was fuming a little less. "We've gotta find a way to get me and you big again!" John said, "Paulie, pick me up." "Okay." Paul agreed and laid his hand open on the floor.
"Thanks, love." Lennon said, climbing into Paul's hand. George doing so as well.
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(A little while later, at a drugstore)
"Hello, how can i help you, Sir?" The pharmacist greeted to McCartney as he walked into the store.
"Now i know what it feels like to be Paul's change." George said, sitting in the bottom of McCartney's pants pocket with John.
"Yes," Paul replied to the man, "Do you have any uhh... Big pills?" He asked. "You mean, male enhancement?" The pharmacist asked. "Oh! No, no! No that's not what i mean, I don't need any of that. But that's not your business, or something we really should discuss... Um.. Nevermind." Paul said awkwardly and left the store.
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(A little while later, at a hospital)
"Hm... Nyes.. This is a very serious case. Of what, I do not know." The doctor said, pacing around the examination table that the two shrunken Beatles were on. "Well can you help them?" Paul asked anxiously. "I! ............................Don't know." The doctor said, "I shall call my assistant!" He said, putting his index finger up to his chin. "DAVY!!!" "Yes, yes?! Uh Yes Dr. Dolenz?" The assistant stuttered, hustling into the room, "We have a small case on our hands... We must discuss, find answers.............. Look how tiny they are." The doctor said, in a serious tone. "Those are people?!? I mean, uh, yes, I see." The assistant replied. "'Ey!!" John scolded. "What shall i do, Doctor?" The assistant asked. "Look hot." Dr. Dolenz replied. "Yes, Doctor." Davy agreed, unbuttoning the collar of his shirt and shaking his hair suggestively. "Very good. Now then, what i can do for your friends has a risk of minor problem." the doctor explained to Paul. "What's that?" Paul asked. "Oh just dying, nothing serious." Dolenz replied. "Come now, Davy. 'Discussion' time." He said motioning for Davy to follow him, and walked into his office. "So then, Davy.." He said, quietly shutting the door behind himself and flicking the light off, "So then, Doctor.." Davy replied. "Please, Davy," Mickey Dolenz said, walking slowly over to Davy, and now was standing but a foot from him. "Don't call me that when we're alone..." He whispered. "Alright then.. So I won't." Davy replied. "I couldn't help but to notice something about you, Davy...." "What is that?" Davy questioned, Mickey looked into his eyes, "You want me." Davy's eyes flashed nervously, he was silent for a moment, staring up into Mickey's face. "............ I do." He replied with sensual tone in his voice, "Kiss me." He demanded quietly, "As if I could stop myself, I need you." Mickey said fiercely, the only bit of light peeking through the blinds landed on Davy's face, his eyes flashed passionately, "As I need you, Mickey."
(Back in the examination room, a little while later)
"It sure seems to be taking the doctor quite a while." Paul said impatiently. "No joking." John said, rolling his eyes, "We've got to fix this, SOON." "Yeah," George agreed, looking at his watch, "The Beatles are going to be playing a show at the New York baseball stadium in two hours! And I don't wanna miss that, I have tickets!" "George.... YOU'RE ONE OF THE BEATLES!!" John scolded at George's stupidity, smacking him on the back of the head.
"Gagh!! Don't do that, you almost knocked me off the table!! And that's a BIG fall!"
Harrison squawked, and so the bickering and fighting started, "I should shove YOU off, and then we'll talk!" George yelled. "Oh yeah? Go ahead and try!" Lennon taunted.
"'Ey you two, stop it! Don't you make me have to flick you!" Paul threatened, and held out his hand next to them. "AH!! NO!" "DON'T!!" George and John yelped, "Paulie! How dare you.." Lennon said looking scorned and appalled.
"Well then. Egh hem!" Dolenz said, bumbling out of his office in a most disorderly fashion, "I have returned with a conclusion!" "Took you long enough. What's that?" Paul said, sounding slightly annoyed.
"That? That's Davy. I thought we already established that?" Mickey said, looking back at Davy, who had just come into the room.
"No, I meant what's the conclusion." Paul replied. "A conclusion? Oh it means when you-" Mickey started to explain, "No!! I mean what's YOUR conclusion!!!" Paul snapped. "Oh! Nyes, my conclusion. I can help your friends with a risk, but it will be helpful, that is if the risk doesn't get the better and they die." Dolenz explained.
"That's great!" Paul said sarcastically, "Then what did you need to discuss? You already told us that!" He nagged.
"........... Doctor things.." Mickey said nervously, "Oh shut up! You're not a doctor." "Why'd you tell me to shut up? I didn't even say anything." Paul argued agitatedly.
"Yes you did. Don't argue with the doctor." Said Davy.
"No I didn't." Paul continued.
"Ah-ah-ah now, don't argue with my assistant." Mickey said, shaking his finger at McCartney, "Wha-? This is ridiculous!" Paul said, even more annoyed then before. "Bad! Don't call the doctor names." Davy scolded.
"I didn't call him a name, i said THIS is ridiculous." McCartney said. "Oh stop it. You know truth, now stop fibbing." Mickey said.
"Good 'eavens! This is bullshit!" Paul said angrily.
Davy gasped, "Don't swear at the doctor! That's a no-no!" He said, shaking his head at Paul. "What do you think I am, a child???" McCartney questioned. "You are REALLY misbehaving." Dolenz said. "Ugh! Shut up!" Paul snapped.
"Well, that's no way to treat the people who are trying to unshrink your friends. Now do you want us to help?" Said Davy. "Yes! I've only wanted you to since we got 'ere!!" Paul said impatient and angrily. "Well then be nice." Davy said motheringly.
"Come Davy, to the operating room!" Mickey announced.
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