"Ringo, hurry up! George is in a right state!" John yelled as he tried to help Paul calm George down, who was trembling and chewing on his thumb nail. Strange sounds emitted from his throat, and his eyes were nervously darting here and there.

"Sorry, but I'm kind of missing my rings!" Ringo shot back.

"You can miss them when you're done!" Paul said impatiently. "Just hurry up, will you?"

Seconds later, Ringo returned to the living room with a full glass of ice cold water. John held George's shoulders down and firmly nodded at the drummer.

"Do it," he said.

Ringo splashed the water onto George's face, making him fall flat on his back.

"Ringo!" John and Paul shouted.

"What?" Ringo held his hands up in surrender. "You told me to throw water at his face!"

"Yeah, but there was ice in there!" Paul exclaimed.

"It didn't even work!" Ringo said worriedly.

George hugged his knees to his chest. He looked like a child lost in the store.

"This is your fault!" Paul pointed an accusing finger at Ringo.

"What? Why me?" Ringo said, shocked.

"You dared him to have one of us eat his jelly babies!" Paul said sassily (I'm assuming that's the word, anyway). "George is out of his mind now!"

"Well, excuse me, but-"

"Shut up, both of you!" John said loudly before Ringo could continue. "I'm trying to think."

Paul ran a hand down his face. "So what do we do?"

John stared at George thoughtfully. "This calls for drastic measures," he said quietly.

Paul and Ringo gasped. "No!"

"Yes," John nodded. He turned to Ringo. "You know what to do."

Ringo hesitantly stood up and fled to the kitchen. As he rummaged through cupboards and drawers, Paul nervously turned to John.

"You think this'll work?" he asked.

"Aye, of course," John replied. "It's George, after all, am I right?"

"True," Paul murmured.

Ringo soon returned with no other than a sandwich. John gestured for him to bring it closer to George's trembling form. Ringo obediently brought the sandwich up to George's nose and waited.

"Ehh... Mmm... Durrrr... SANDWICH!" George shrieked. He leapt to his feet, snatched the sandwich from Ringo, and started to stuff it in his mouth.

"Well, that seemed to have work," Paul sighed in relief.

"Gentlemen, we have succeeded," John placed his hands over his chest and closed his eyes with a proud smile.

"You alright, Geo?" Ringo asked.

"Mmm... sandwich..." George murmured.

"I think he's alright," Paul grinned. "Alright then! Geo, it's your turn, mate."

"Can't a man enjoy his sandwich in peace?" George glared.

"You must be joking," Paul slapped his forehead. "I don't think you've thought this through, John."

"George," John said. "You can enjoy your sandwich while we're playing."

"Eh... alright, fine," George grumbled. "Paul, truth or dare?"

"Crap... uh, truth," Paul decided.

"Wise choice," John hummed.

"Why?" Paul questioned.

"Well, my signature dish, your phone call to Jane, singing a love song to a pillow... need I say more?"

"I see what you mean."

"Can I ask my question now?" George whined.

"Right, go ahead."

"Ok... Paul, if you were stuck on an island for three days, which of us would you take with you?"

"That... is a good question," Paul said thoughtfully.

"So, who would you take?" Ringo asked.

Paul knitted his eyebrows together as he glanced at each of his friends. John batted his eyelashes at him and stuck out his lower lip, pouting. Ringo gave Paul his best puppy-dog eyes; he actually reminded Paul of a little puppy. George was basically begging Paul to choose him.

"Um... I don't know..." Paul mumbled.

"Macca, my dearest friend," John slid his arm around his Paul's shoulders. "Oh, what would I do without you? My best mate. You-"

"Hey! That's cheap!" George complained.

"Yeah, just let him make up his mind," Ringo agreed.

John stuck his tongue out at them. "Look at 'em, trying to rush you," he playfully glared at George and Ringo. "If I didn't know any better, I-"

"Ringo," Paul finally replied. "I'd take Ringo."

John drew back in surprise at the same time Ringo cheered, "YES!"

"Why Ringo?" John said incredulously. "I'm your best friend, aren't I?"

"Well, yes, you all are. But after everything you've put me through, John..." Paul crossed his arms. "Also, I think Ringo would be the most calm and would probably know what to do."

"But... but..."

"John, it's just a game," George said irritably.

John sighed dramatically. "Alright, ok," he grumbled.

"Right, so... John, truth or dare?" Paul cheekily smiled at John.

"I shall choose..." John paused for dramatic effect. "Dare."

"Ok, John. I dare you to run around the house, screaming like a madman-"

"I can do that," John nodded.

"Hold up," Paul stopped him before he could stand up. "Do that, but without a shirt."

John froze. "Topless?"

"Is that a problem?" Paul smirked as George and Ringo snickered.

"Eh... no," John went down the hall. "Alright, give me a second."

"Why no shirt?" Ringo asked once John was well out of earshot.

Paul shrugged. "It's funnier that way."

Minutes later while he, George, and Ringo waited in the living room on the carpet, they suddenly heard a high-pitched, ear-splitting shriek down the hall. They snapped their heads back up to see John sprinting around the house, screaming at the top of his lungs, shirtless. He was waving his arms around frantically over his head.

George, Ringo, and Paul roared with laughter. Their case of the giggles had grown when John had tried to do a cartwheel, yet failed. He even tried to do a handstand, which only resulted him into falling face first on the ground.

"Hey, you're right!" Ringo chuckled. "It is funnier without a shirt!"

"Told you," Paul said, proud of himself.

Soon, John was sitting back down with a shirt. He panted and smiled.

"Ah, the girls will be all over me!" he said brightly.

Paul shook his head. "Aw, John, if you want a girl, you're gonna have to be cute... charming... a gentlemen..."

"You've also got to be sexy, funny, and fabulous," John fluttered his eyelashes, mocking Paul.

Paul frowned. "Shut up, I'm fabulous," he muttered.

Thanks to big_bang_theory123 for the dare! And if I haven't used some of you guys' truths or dares yet, don't worry! I haven't forgotten about you! :) Also, just a quick announcement. I'm gonna be posting my first ever Monkees fanfic soon! So stick around for that!
And finally, let's all assure Paul that we know he's fabulous. ;)