"Finished!" Paul stepped back from George and John an hour or so later. Paul gave them a mirror.

"What the f*** have you done you bas****s!!!? You've ruined my life!!!" John wiped off the make-up on his face, which just resulted in smearing it around.

"Look, before you get all upset, I'll clean it off for you," Paul's motherly instincts kicked in and he took John to the bathroom [again, don't think anything, McLennon shippers] with George trailing miserably behind them.

*** 

"John, sit still whilst I get it off!" Paul yelled at the fidgeting John. George's make-up had already been removed as he was too sad to do anything, and now he was with Ringo in the bedroom. [This sounds wrong, but it's really not Starrison; I'm a bit too clean to write it. Sorry for the disappointment. XD]

Eventually, Paul managed to get the make-up off, but John still stayed in a bad mood. He refused to play any games with the others or watch TV, so Paul recommended that they went to bed.

"But we're not tired!" George whined at Paul. Ringo nodded, but then yawned.

"Oops! It was just an accident;I'm not actually tired!" Ringo pleaded, and used the puppy-dog eyes. George dropped his lip, but it just made him look awkward. 

"No, we're going to bed. Now," Paul told them sternly, but they listened.