"I can't wait, I can't wait!!" The youngest Beatle said as he blazed down the stairs of the Beatles' home. "I've never done this before!"

"Mate, I'm with you. But cool it, will ya? We're all going there to experience it for the first time. Go and pack then!" The oldest Beatle told him.

"I'd love to go skiing! This is going to be so gear! All right, then sir, I'll go pack!" George saluted his mate. He dashed back up the stairs to go pack.

"*Sigh* That George Harrison, always eager to do new things." Ringo smiled to himself as he leaned back in his chair. He placed his boots up on the dining room table. He was already done packing. Just then, another Beatle came down the stairs and walked in with a damp moptop. He was drying his hair with a white towel with his left hand.

"Ringo, have you seen my hair dryer? I'm going to catch a cold if my hair doesn't get dry in about, oh..." he glanced at his watch. "...three minutes."

"It's in the lower left hand drawer under the sink. I told you I left it there. And I don't think you should worry about catching cold here, Paul."

"Yeah, I know, I'm going to love Norway...even if it is going to be really cold. I hate the cold!" Paul shivered as he mentioned it.

"Ok, after you're done with it, don't forget to take it with you. It might come in handy. Are you done packing?"

"Yeah, mate, I am. George's doing that now. Now we're left with one small problem."

"What's that, Paul?"

"Um...who's going to wake up John?"

Silence surrounded them. But fingers started to point.

"Oh no, you remember what happened last time!"

"Oh yeah, well you didn't have to dodge that flying dinner plate!"

"It was only a toothbrush!"

"Dinner plate, toothbrush, it was still an unidentified flying cupcake! He gets so bloody crabby in the morning!"

"Fine, both of us--"

"Aiiiie!!" A distressed cry came from upstairs.

"What was that?? We'd better go see what that was mate." The duo sprinted upstairs. They walked in the doorway but...

...they ended up on the floor on their backs...

...with George on top of them.

"George! What's going on here! Get off!"

"Sorry Paul, I had to take cover! Heads up mates!" George cried, as a boot went flying out the doorway with the speed of a bullet.

"Ok George, confess. What did you do?"Ringo questioned skeptically. The newly formed trio crawled into the room carefully, like they were in the middle of a war zone.

"Well, I was packing, and--and then I forgot that John doesn't get up until past noon, and it's only 9 o' clock..."

"George! How could you forget that!"

"Paul! Shh! You don't want to piss John off any further do ya?" Ringo asked as a book slammed against the wall. "Go on Geo."

"Ok, well, then I forgot that he was actually, um, in his bed..."

"George!" This time the both of them chorused.

"Sorry lads...then I threw my suitcase on his bed cos I needed more room..."

"No George!" Ringo cried. An empty can of Coca Cola glided thru the air and landed with a clang.

"Well, at least we didn't have to wake him up," Paul said.

"Oh he's awake Paul. Now you have to get him out of bed. Thanks for volunteerin' mate!" George smiled as he placed his arm across the bass player.

"Volunteering??" Paul exclaimed helplessly.

"Paulie, we're praying for ya and we're right behind you!" Ringo reassured quickly. Paul got up and cautiously tiptoed to John's bed. Ringo and George both bolted out the door.

"*Sigh* Typical." Paul gathered up his courage and tried to coax John to get up from bed.

"Johnny...rise and shine...meet the brand new day..."

"Hell, I'll give you something to meet!" John threw his alarm clock at the cute Beatle.

"Ahh!" Paul yelled as he dodged the flying object. "It's only me, Paul! You know me!"

"Too darn well I see!" John said as he covered his head with his comforter.

"John! We're going on holiday to Norway, remember? We're going to ski, see the snow, aw man, it'll be great! C'mon, get out of bed for us, all right?" Just then, Paul thought of an idea. He smiled slyly to himself. "You wouldn't want me to drag you out!"

"You?? Drag me out of bed?" John said as he sat up immediatlely to retort. "You wouldn't have the strength, stop being daft!"

"You want me to show you, huh? I could knock that golden slumber outta your eye faster than--"

"You just shut yer mouth! You don't think I can get up?? Here, I'll prove it to ya!" John said, taking on the challenge.

"John, while you're at it, pack too!"

"I'll show you McCartney!" John rapidly got out of bed and started to prepare himself for the day.

"Ok, John, whatever you say! You're the leader! See you downstairs luv!" Paul said as he descended the stairs to Ringo and George who were playing a game of poker.

"HEY!! What's the big idea?? I'm out of bed!"

"Paulie! How long did you drag it out to??" George asked eagerly.

"Um...about 12.4938 seconds. John, John, John...you just set the new record!"

"You lads keep track??"

"Yeah! Last time it was only 8.2395 seconds!" George offered. "Every millisecond of fooling you is a good second."

John groaned. "I'll have to deal with you later!" John said egotistically, not wanting to break his image. His aquiline nose stuck up in the air as he went to change, but Paul and George caught sight of the grin that couldn't be concealed by even the clever Lennon himself.

"Ha George!" Ringo interrupted the moment. "I've got a straight. What've you got?"

"I got four me's!" George said proudly. Ringo looked up at Paul and both Beatles exchanged glances of bewilderment.

"Four you's? What's that then?" Paul asked.

"See for yourself!" George beamed as he placed his hand on the table.

Paul and Ringo burst out laughing.

"You're not a king!" cried Paul, barely being able to get the words out.

"Ah, stop it you two buggers, always picking on me cos I'm the youngest! Go pick on someone yer own size!"

"Heck, I do it all the time George!" Paul laughed. He mussed up George's moptop. "Sorry Ring, you're out of this game now!"

"Doesn't matter mate," Ringo said thru giggles. "He's still not a king, he's our own court jester!"

"Stop picking on him!" A voice overpowered the others. He threw his suitcase down the stairs while he skillfully slid down the baluster. He landed gracefully with panache.

"Johnny! What's shakin'? I see you're all packed! Did you ever consider combing your hair while you were at it?" Paul said, greeting his band mate with a benevolent but cunning smile. He handed John a comb.

"Gimme that!" John said laughingly as he snatched the comb out of Paul's hands and fixed his hair. "Who said I couldn't get up, huh ya softhead? And stop picking on George!"

"Aw, why not, John?" Ringo questioned, standing akimbo.

"Cos teasing George is my job!" John laughed mischievously.

"Ahh! They're all against me!" George threw up his hands in exasperation, but laughingly.

"Hey, since we're all in good spirits, are we ready to go on our holiday then fellas?" Ringo asked.

"Yeah!" John, Paul and George said simultaneously.

~~~***~~~

Now, someone had to drive to the airport. Again, here goes the quarreling over driving.

"Can I drive? Please please please??"

"No, I want to!"

"Who said you were driving?"

"I did! I’m the leader!"

"Yeah, the leader in earning police tickets! You don't even have your license!"

"Ooh, John, that’s gotta hurt!"

"Oh, shut up mate, let me drive."

"Too late! Buckle up John!" Vroom!!! Off they went to the airport.

"No, you can’t drive!"

"What’s it look like I’m doing now mate?"

"Last time we got lost when he drove!!" John slouched in his seat.

"I get to choose the radio station!" Paul piped up.

"Wait, I do! It’s me turn to choose!" Ringo cried.

"No, I’m already in the front, Ringo!"

"Not for long Paul! Get back here! John, help me out!" John happily consented, and the duo tried to pull Paul to the back.

"Aie! Stop it fellas! Let go of me collar!"

"Ahh! You don’t have to get violent, Paul! Now me hand hurts!"

"Ahh, don’t pull, it’s me best suit!"

"Does that mean I get to pull on it some more?"

"No!"

"Ooh! If I can’t pull your suit, can I do this?"

"John!! Stop messing up me moptop! I just washed and combed it!"

"I'm allowed to do it! I’m the leader!"

"Uh, you already said that earlier."

"I know I know, that’s cos I am!"

"Oh, our wonderful and almighty leader, how can we serve 'your holiness'?" George and Paul kidded. Paul managed to stay in the front.

"Fellas, I’m not amused…"

"Then why are you giggling?"

"I don’t know!! Hey, now you two stop giggling!"

"You started it!"

"No I didn’t!"

"Yes you did!"

"No I didn’t!"

"Would you children please stop fighting!" Ringo said.

"Yes, father!"

"Of course daddy!"

"Oh, thanks mates."

"Daddy, can we get some ice cream then?"

"Why? So I can put it down your back to knock some sense into you?"

"That’s not funny!" George feigned excessive sobbing.

"Aww, dad, you made him cry!" John said with mock persistence.

"Yeah, look what you did Pops!" Paul teased.

"You guys really didn’t think I was being serious did you?" Ringo asked slyly.

"I don’t know…did we?" John winked to Paul.

"I don’t know either, don’t look at me!" Paul replied.

"Paul, I wouldn’t want to look at you willingly mate…" George said, stopping his 'crying'.

"Ouch Paul! What are you going to do about that?" Ringo asked, as he poked Paul teasingly.

"When we get home, I got a whole lot of things to tell him…and I’m gonna eat all of his jelly babies!!"

"No! Not the jelly babies!"

"That’s right Winnie, I’m gonna eat all his candy!"

"Too late! I finished it!" George cried triumphantly.

"And don’t call me that!" John whined.

"Ok, ok! Then I’ll have to think of something else…" Paul pondered.

"Better think of one quick, or else you’ll be the exception to the left handed rule soon!" Ringo warned.

"Ok, who do they always call the pretty-faced one, huh?" Paul asked proudly.

"Who? I don’t know who, do you John?"

"Yeah, and who’s 'they' anyway? What do 'they' know?"

"Aw, c’mon Paul luv, we were only joking."

"Yeah, don’t slump or slouch, it’s bad for your back."

"Can I drive now?"

"No!"

"Aw John, don’t slouch like Paulie here."

"Hey, did you noticed that none of you guys said 'Are we there yet?'"

"Are we there yet George??!!"

"Thanks fellas, you guys are helpful. But to spoil your fun, we are here!"

"Yippie! Does this mean I get to fly the plane?"

Sighs emitted from the three as they got out of the car.

As they got in the airport, they made sure that no one could recognize them as they went in incognito.

They safely boarded their plane and headed for a holiday in Norway, the land of Norwegian Snow.