"Right men, we made it!" Ringo said proudly as they entered their hideaway cabin. No way were any fans going to get a hold on them.

"Yay! I'm already loving the place!" George said, bringing their suitcases in.

"Enjoy it while it lasts luv, this is one of the holidays where we get to stay for longer than 3 days!" John said.

"It's so bloody cold here!" Paul complained. He exhaled. "Look mates, I'm a dragon, I can see my breath!"

"Paul, don't be daft. Just get inside and warm up. We're here to have fun," Ringo pointed out. "Here, borrow my scarf."

"Thanks Ringo." Paul said gratefully. Eventually, all of their necessary belongings were in the cabin. John started a fire in the fireplace, and Paulie sat near it to keep warm.

"Thank you John, for the fire."

"Paul, are you really that cold? Here I am, in my jeans, a T-shirt, and a light jacket, and you're sitting here with two scarves, a ski jacket, ski pants and gloves!"

"John, you know that I'm susceptible to cold. I don't like it. I mean, it's not that I don't like Norway...I just can't stand the bloody cold!"

"*Sigh* Oh well, I guess that's why you always wanted to stay at the bottom of the Beatle pile when we had to keep warm in the car...the good old days of baby Beatlehood." John smiled.

"What time is it, mates?" George asked.

"It's only 5 pm George." Ringo responded.

"Thank you, that means I can start unpacking." George opened his suitcase. Out came his lucky guitar, John's guitar, and two guitar picks.

"George! How did you fit those in there??" John asked surprised. "Your suitcase is too small!"

"There's magic in the air!" George smiled.

"Oh, stop it. Well, at least you could jam with me then?"

"All right. On the beds over there." George and John walked off to the four beds all in a row and started a mini jam session.

"Paul, did you bring your bass?" Ringo asked.

"No, it didn't fit in my bag..."

"Paul!" George interrupted. "Your bass is in my suitcase. And Ringo, I brought you some cymbals and a tambourine."

"Sheesh George, did you bring any clothes at all??" Paul asked.

"Of course I did! You just have to know how to pack!"

"George, the guitars and the bass are longer than the length of your suitcase."

"So sue me, I'm a magician!" George giggled. He and John continued to jam.

"Paul, are you going to join them, mate?" Ringo asked as he sat next to Paul near the fireplace.

"No, my hands are literally frozen. I don't want to leave the fire either, it's so cold!"

"Luv, how are you going to go skiing if you're always so cold!"

"I don't know. Maybe I'll be too nervous trying it for the first time that I won't think about freezing."

"Are you any warmer though?"

"Yeah, kinda. I think it's just my hands that are freezing." Paul took off his thick jacket (revealing a turtleneck), thick ski pants (revealing jeans) and a scarf, and continued to try and warm his hands.

"Well, we're here, so I guess I should make the best of it!" Paul said.

"That's the spirit Paulie! Just be optimistic! You go and jam with those two."

"Ok, maybe it will warm me hands then." Paul consented, got his bass from George's bag and joined in on the jamming.

"Anyone for something to eat? Like a snack? That airplane food just didn't go over so well with me." Ringo said, calling out from the kitchen.

"What's to eat Richie?" John asked, as he lean forward a bit and rested his arms and head on his guitar.

"Well, I told Neil and Mal to bring some food up here to last us a long while, and I guess they weren't kidding when they told me they did. And I told those two to pick up our car from the airport."

"Yay, our thanks to them and you Ringo!" George said. "Ok fellas, take a break now, I want something to eat!" The three of them put down their instruments and joined Ringo.

~~~***~~~

After they were done eating a few snacks, they played a game of Hearts. Paul (who was feeling much better and warmer) was so far, the one to earn the most. If you've played the card game Hearts before, the thing is, you don't want the hearts, cos hearts earn points, and you don't want points.

"How come I ended up with 72 points??" Paulie exclaimed after only 4 rounds of the game.

"Well, you are the cute one..."

"And John's going to break their hearts all around the world..."

"But that has nothing to do with the game!"

"Well, maybe you just don't play well!" John said jokingly. "But who's the one that gloats after he has won a poker game?" John continued, eyeing Paul for a response.

"So I'm arrogant. That's me nature," Paul said smiling.

"*Yawn* I'm tired fellas." George said, putting the cards away.

"I think we should all get to bed then. Tomorrow we have to wake up early to go skiing!" Ringo said.

"Yay! I wanna go skiing!" George said happily. He literally flew to his suitcase, grabbed his pajamas and ran into the bathroom to change.

"Yay, tomorrow I get to go outside. To ski. In the snow. The cold snow. Yippie."

"Paulie, I thought you were going to be optimistic about this whole thing!" Ringo indicated.

"Yeah Paul, and tomorrow when you get to skiing, you'll be warm cos you'll be active the whole time." John offered.

"All right then, you guys will just have to help me out then. I don't want to end up as a frozen Beatle-popsicle."

"No problem Paul. We'll look after you!" John reassured.

"Me too!" Ringo said.

"Me too Paulie!" George said as he rejoined the triumvirate. "Who's next? Don't forget to brush your teeth!"

"I'm going to change so I can get to bed too," John said getting up. At this time, Ringo, Paul and George all finished unpacking their bags. Once John came out, he did the same as Ringo went to change, followed by Paul.

"John, what's with the polka dots!" George asked as he looked up from reading his book on his bed.

"So I like my green polka-dots! At least I don't have music notes all over my PJs!" John teased, sitting on the bed next to George. "What are you reading?"

"In His Own Write," George teased back. "When are you going to write another book, John?"

"Hey, I don't know yet, I just released that one! Don't rush me! I have time!" John retorted in mock anger.

"What's shaking, mates?" Paul and Ringo said, joining Geo and John.

"Nothing, just that our literary Beatle here, thinks that since it's only 1964, he doesn't have to release another book till next year!"

"Aw Geo, stop picking on him!" Paul said smiling.

"Hey, we'd better get to sleep. You don't want to try to get me up, unless you want my book to smack yer face tomorrow morning Geo, hint hint," John said.

"All right John. Well, good night!" Paul said, pulling the blankets over himself. "I think I need more blankets though!"

"Good night Paul, Ringo, and oh yeah, you too John!" John smacked Geo playfully with his pillow.

"Good night Geo. G'night Paul and Ringo!"

"Good night! And don't bother with saying good night to Ringo, he's snoring already."

"Ok, then on the count of three...one...two...three..."

"Good night!" The remaining still awake Beatles chorused. John switched off the light and the three of them joined Ringo in the city of dreams.

~~~***~~~

"Wake up, wake up fellas!" George exclaimed excitedly as he ran about the cabin.

"George, keep cool like the cool cat you are. It won't be long!" Ringo said while preparing some breakfast. "Go and try to wake up those two."

"No sweat! Uh, I think that waking up Paul will be the easier task..." George said as he tiptoed over to the duo's beds.

"Hm. I should wake up John first...get the bad part over with. John..." He whispered. "John?"

"Boo!"

"Aiie!!" George yelped and took a leap back. He held his hand to his heart.

"Ha, did I getcha?" John sat up grinning.

"Sheesh. And you're all changed and ready!"

"Ok, so I was kinda excited like my little mate. I'll go help Ringo, you on the other hand, get the lovely job of waking up his royal highness." He remarked as he pointed to a bundled up Beatle.

"Yay, thanks John-John." George gratefully and sarcastically thanked him. John went to help Ringo, and George had to wake up Paul. What a privilege, George thought. "Paul, Paul," he whispered as he shook his mate delicately.

"Uhhnm..." Paul moaned. "I'm not getting up 'til it's as warm outside as it is in here!"

"Paul, you have to get up sometime!"

"When ice cream just bloody ceases to melt, I'm going to get up!"

"Paulie! Ahh! Your bass strings are all cut!!"

"What?! Where! Let me at whoever did that!" Paul proclaimed as he leaped to his feet.

"Um, I see you're up," George joked.

"Aiie! It's so cold!" Paul began to shiver.

"Hey, I'd be cold too if I were standing in the middle of Norway in my snow white pajamas!"

"George, la--lay off! Brr...I'm changing!" Paul said as he headed toward the bathroom. George smiled; he succeeded in his task. He sauntered into the kitchen to bother the other two.

"When do we get to eat?" George whined benignly.

"Ack Geo, be useful for once, why don't you set the table then?" Ringo requested.

"Fine fine, I will, daddy," George smiled.

"Don't worry Georgie, it's almost time to eat. We wouldn't want you to starve," John added, seating himself at the table.

"Yes you would! I remember when I played the wrong chord and I was sent to me room without supper!"

"That's cos you deserved it!" John joked. "By the way, where's Paulie?"

"Hiya mates! When do we get to eat?" Paul asked as he wandered in on the scene. He sat next to John at the table.

"Don't start that with me Paul!" Ringo shot back.

"What did I ever do??"

John and George just laughed. "Nothing Paul, just wait. Ringo, our drummer/ professional cook over there isn't done yet."

"George, I'm a chef, not a cook." Ringo replied. George rolled his eyes. He finished setting the table and took a seat across from John.

"This is going to be good, just wait and be patient, lads!" Ringo said.

"If you ever get done first!" George benevolently snapped.

"Since he's not done yet, don't wake me 'til he is!" Paul said, resting his head on the kitchen table. He was soon fast asleep. John's eyes lit up with delight. George sensed this.

"Well, you know what to do when someone is sleeping so soundly?" John whispered to Geo, slyly smiling.

"And you mean when they won't wake up??" George answered back, just as softly and excitedly.

"Exactly. What do we do?"

"Ok mate, you put one of their hands in warm water, and the other in cold water, then they get the feeling that they have to--"

"George!!"

"Oops, sorry John, what do we do then?"

"Does the name 'Sleeping Beauty' have any significance to you?"

"No, cos I wouldn't exactly call Paul a beauty."

"George, I'll give you five pounds if you kiss him right now."

"John!! No way, uh uh, no siree! No no no!"

"Oh c'mon, five whole pounds!" John snickered. "Five whole pounds!"

"You're daft if you think you're going to get me to kiss him!"

"Ahhh!"

"What is it Paul??"

"I just dreamed that you guys were conspiring to kiss me!"

"No, it was only George!"

"John!"

"Ok ok Paul, you were only dreaming. Go back to sleep."

Paul looked at the two skeptically. They twiddled their fingers and tried to look innocent. He fell back asleep.

"Shall we try me water trick now?"

"I heard that George!" Paul cried.

"Lads, breakfast is ready," Ringo announced. He brought it over to the table.

"What is this??" George asked. "If you don't tell me, I won't eat it!"

"You better stop looking so scornful, it's twistin' your face!" Ringo replied coolly.

"George, eat it. I don't want to go over there and stuff it down yer throat!" John warned.

George consented. "Ok ok. What about Paul?"

"Ah, yes, Paulie. Shh..." John giggled. He slowly leaned over to the sleeping Beatle who was sitting next to him. "Rise and shine soldier, get up get up get up!! We're under attack!!" John screamed in his ear.

"John, you don't have to yell. I'm awake now," Paul said, getting up, playfully elbowing John.

"That wasn't quite the reaction I expected..." George added.

"Mates, just eat ok? I worked hard on this!"

"Ok ok ok," the three said. They ate their breakfast. Once they were done, they put on their ski clothes on top of their casual clothes, got their skis, poles and boots from out of the broom closet, and drove to the mountain to have their first go at skiing. After much fighting by the way, Ringo ended up driving.