Paul: Yeah, everyone knows that.
Justine: Even I knew that.
Ringo: Hey, I know another way we can abuse our power! Let�s go for a ride in the Presidential Limousine!
Siobhan: Yay!
(Somehow they find where the limousine is parked, & a chauffeur bars their way to a free ride.)
Chauffeur: Who the hell are you? I can only drive the president.
John: Well allow me to make your acquaintance. I am-
(John punches him in the nose, grabs him by the hair & knees him in the face, rendering him unconscious.)
John: -Kicking yer fucking arse!
(They all get in the limousine, Paul in the passenger seat, John in the driver�s seat.)
Justine & Brian: Good one, John!
John: Shut up Brian. You�re gay. & Justine, you�re�a child.
Justine: Exactly, Daddy!
John: Wha-oh hell, never mind. Where�s the keys? Oh, Paul, gimme the keys.
Paul: Then give me the driver�s seat.
John: But you need both to-forget it. Paul, GIVE ME THE FUCKING KEYS!
(2 hours later�)
Paul: Seat first, keys later, got it?
George: We�ll be going now.
Ringo: Where?
George: Me car! Wha�d you think, Shorty?
Siobhan: George, you left your car in 1963, remember? & it would be in England, anyways.
George: Shite. Go away, Cat.
Cat: You�re all being boring!
Justine: Paul, give John the keys or I�ll kick your butt!
Paul: I doubt that very seriously.
Justine: Oh yeah? Eat this!
(Justine starts beating the bleeding crap out of Paul & retrieves the car keys.)
Justine: Here Daddy!
John: I�m not your father!
Justine: Now you are!
John: If you say so�Where�s Brian gone to?
George: I believe he�s still in the garden.
Paul: I guess I�ll go find him. (Muttering): Stupid little girl gave me a nosebleed�
Cat: Good! Now he can�t be gay around here!
(John starts the ignition.)
Ringo: Can we go?
John: Where?
(Siobhan, George, the Cat, Ringo & Justine all respond simultaneously.)
Siobhan: That big church around here!
George: The Bureau of Printing & Engraving!
Cat: The National Zoo!
Ringo: The Smithsonian!
Justine: McDonalds!
John: I can�t find it on the map. Let me check the index�Nope, no Blezifablemahyihoodles.
(Paul crawls back up to the car.)
Paul: Help! Brian-being gay! I�m not-not like that!
Justine: Then get the hell in, you shminking dumbass!
Paul: Hey, I made that word up!
Siobhan: By accident! We put it into the dictionary & use it day to day!
Paul: So you do like me!
Ringo: Lay a finger on �er & I�ll make sure you never play bass again. So just lay off.
Brian: Hello, all! Any more room in there?
(Everyone stretches out, taking up any room from before so Brian can�t fit.)
Paul: Go away, Brian. You�re not man enough to be in here.
Cat: George, why are you lying on your stomach?
John: Because he wants you Brian!
(John makes both funny & rude kissing/screwing noises.)
George: Ugh!
(George sits up, making room for Brian, who obliges to sit next to him.)
Siobhan: You dumbass! Now Brian�s in here!
Ringo: We don�t have to be with him though�
(Siobhan & Ringo go behind the car & odd noises ensue [I think we all know what�s going on by now {Kissing!}].)
John: Hey, I know what we can do that�s more fun than driving around DC like a bunch of eighth graders! Follow me.
(In the Oval Office to which the Beatles & Co. have traveled to�)
John: The president can declare war, right Siobhan?
Siobhan: I don�t like where this is going, but yes, he does.
Paul: So let�s start a war!
George: Since when did you start listening to The Exploited?
Paul: The whosit? I saw a T-shirt, that�s all.
Writer: POSER!
Ringo: A war with who?
Siobhan: I wouldn�t mind a war against Nihilia, but-
Paul: No! No anything to do with Sid!
Ringo: What about China?
Brian: What about China?
Ringo: Who says we can�t start a war with them?
John: Ringo wants to start a World War 3.
Justine: Don�t, or I�ll kill you too! Oh yeah, Bhan-Bhan, inbreeding is illegal, so don�t have children with your fianc�.
Siobhan: He�s too far away on the family tree anyhow! & this is fiction, so I did some genetic refiguring so we�re no longer related anymore.
Paul: Wait, so you rewrote your genetics? How? Can I rewrite mine so you�ll like me? This is fiction.
Brian: Later, Paul! We might run in to some crazy scientist later, but I doubt it.
George: How about we bomb those dirty Canadians?
Cat: Why?
Justine: Maple syrup. Why else?
Ringo: Maple syrup makes maple syrup candy. & I like maple syrup candy. If the two producers went to war, I could have it all to meself when we win! Yes!