"Boys?!? Boys!?!" Brian still shouted. John and Paul fell on the couch again after an attempt of ducking after the phone slingshot. Ringo picked up the phone, but with the wrong hand (again) and hit the phone. He grabbed it with the right hand because the right hand was the wrong hand. "Boys?!?" Ringo didn't want to handle a mad Brian. Again. He handed it to Paul. "Boys!?!? Boys!?!"

"Bop Shoo Op?" Paul said sheepishly. Ringo was right. Brian would kill them. He was hoping "Bop Shoo Op" would change the subject. It almost worked for Ringo. Songs might change the subject.

"Now don't go 'Bop Shoo Op'-in' me, McCartney. NOW WHAT IS GOIN' ON OVER THERE!?!" 

"Um... Does he really want the answer to that?" George said, flailing his arms seeing there was a bag of Jelly Babies Ringo set down earlier.

"NO! Don't even try, George! Do you remember what happened the last time with Jelly Babies?" Ringo was whispering, putting up the Jelly Babies.

"It wasn't MY FAULT I like Jelly Babies. It also wasn't my fault all those fans showered us with Jelly Babies! I'm hungry, any road."

"You're ALWAYS hungry." John said, hearing that line many times before. Ringo grabbed a soda from the refrigerator and putt a straw in it. He handed it to George. George's eyes lit up like a a "Little Child" in a toy store when he got it.

"At least you're happy." Ringo sighed.