Brian: Canadia? Don�t you mean-
John: Shut up, Brian! You�re gay. & everyone messes it up like that at some point or another anyhow.
Brian: I second that anyway.
Justine: I third it!
Paul: So send the troops! Bomb �em! Threaten to destroy �em if they don�t surrender the syrup!
Siobhan: Is he too into this, or is it just me?
(Suddenly, the Secret Service Agent, who was formerly lying in a vapid heap at the door, kicks it in, obviously angry & with a gun in his hand, pointed at the Beatles & Co.)
All except Agent: Meow!: Uh-oh!: Paul did it, not me!: I�ve got 17 rings here, & I know how to make them weapons!: etc.
Agent: Who the fuck are you people? & don�t give me any ass-kicking crap, got it? Where�s the president?
George: Where is he guys?
Ringo: I thought we were all the president!
John: Shows what you know, Shorty. Say, Mr. Agent, didn�t I kick your-
Agent: Yeah, who cares? Now I have a gun! So ha!
Siobhan: George has jellybeans, but I don�t think that�ll work. Something just tells me that would be very stupid. Sorta like George�
George: Oh, shut up! Must everyone always bag on me?! Why not the Cat?
Cat: �Coz I�m just special & you�re special-Ed! I�m going to your homes in England now, �coz I don�t want my magical self to become obliterated later.
Ringo: WAR! WAR!
Siobhan: Stop, you�re being like Sarah now.
Ringo: Oh, sorry. Uh, hell no, we won�t go?
Siobhan: That�s better.
(John makes whipping noises & motions toward Ringo.)
Ringo: I am offended. Siobhan does not control me.
Siobhan: Yes I do.
Ringo: I mean, yes she does.
John: Cat! Come back here! See the Agent? Yeh? SICK HIM BOY!
Cat: No.
John: Wait for the biting & scratching-WHA?
Cat: NO! & I�m not a boy!
Agent: Uh, I have a gun, remember?
Paul: So do I-in my pan-
George: STOP! Don�t continue saying whatever it was that we didn�t wanna hear.
John: Hey Secret Service guy, give us a couple minutes to collect our thoughts & all that?
Agent: I guess you can. I mean, security is on it�s way & all�
Paul: Thanks.
(The Beatles go into a huddle for a couple seconds. Only a few things are audible.)
Ringo: Paul, get away from Siobhan, or I�ll give you the worst bloody nose of yer life�
John: We�re FUCKED!
George: Garden gnomes would be useful about now.
Siobhan: Stoppit, Paul!
(Whipping noises ensue from the group. The huddle breaks.)
John: <Ahem>! We have all decided to wait for a miracle.
Cat: It should be coming along right about�now.
(Suddenly, Sarah bursts through the door, knocking over the Secret Service Agent & sending the gun clattering across the floor to John, who pockets it discreetly as Sarah, being paranoid, looks at her watch.)
Sarah: Oh fuck! We have about 4 minutes �til this place blows up!!! Everyone GET THE FUCK OUT!
(They run down the stairs to the ground. On the way�)
Old Man: Hey! You�re going down the stairs the wrong way! This is America!
Sarah: Fuck America!
John: We�re British!
George: OI!
Paul: Daffy old creep�
(They also run right past the back-up security, distracted by a box of donuts anyway. When they reach the ground floor, they rush out of the building, across streets & through traffic towards a bush, which Sid steps out of.)
Sid: Ready for the fireworks?
(The White House explodes in a huge maelstrom of fire, sending all sorts of debris into the air, vaporizing all organic matter inside immediately [& painlessly], & creating one hell of a fireworks display. The Beatles & Co. are sent sprawling from the deafening blast into a secluded alley-type area where they can still see the burning wreckage of the building, but are not seen by any onlookers whatsoever. John happens to have landed on top of Sarah, & Paul on top of Siobhan, George on the cat & Sid in a heap with Ringo, Brian, & Justine.)
Sid: Ha ha ha ha! Guess that was the White House! Ha ha ha ha ha!
Justine: Ooh, explosions!
Siobhan: Rape! RAPE!
John & Sarah: �
(John sort of nervously looks away & gets off of Sarah. The Cat persuades George to get off with it�s claws, Ringo instinctively kicks Paul in the face & throws him off, giving him a bloody nose, & the rest right themselves. Chaos begins to happen in the streets, people running around screaming, looting, riots, etc.)
Sarah: Well, the explosion was not quite as spectacular as I�d hoped, but I can�t do it all over again, can I?
John: Yes we can! I mean-uh, I�m just going over here now to be ashamed & such�
Sid: Way for the double entendres there.
Ringo: Are you okay Siobhan? You fell pretty damn hard.
Siobhan: Duh! Wait a minute�I�m short now! I�m 13 again!
Siobhan, Ringo & Paul: DAMMIT!
Siobhan: Oh well. Justine, do you still hate me?
Justine: Make John my daddy! Or I still hate you!
Paul: Anyone have some tissue or summat?
Brian: Here, Paul.
George: Why did you get us out of the building, Sarah? I thought you hated everyone.
Sarah: Not really. Just all the other people in the building.
Brian: But isn�t it wrong or something to kill innocent people?
Sarah: Secret Service Agents, old men, shitty donut-obsessed cops, tourists, politicians who are destroying the world for money & one hell of a dumbass for a president ain�t innocent to me.
Sid: Everyone�s gonna die anyway.
Siobhan: I thought it was suspicious when I saw the dynamite in your pocket�
Sid: Hey Sarah, Siobhan-are you ready to go? Think the White House is blown up enough?