AN: Back from the sea, everyone. Today is Dhani Harrison's birthday! Yay! Yes, we're gonna do a party, party! I would like you to dance (Birthday)! Take a cha-cha-cha-chance (Birthday)! I would like you to dance (Birthday)! Daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaance! Hahah. Yeah, so...hm. This is chapter nine (I think) of How to Live Like a Beatle. Enjoy! ;)
Disclaimer: Sadly, I do not own The Beatles, but I do own their beds. Nah, just kidding about the beds part. I WISH I DID! T_T
George: Hello, everyone! We're here to show you how to make your beds, like we, The Beatles, do.
Paul: Straighten the sheets, fluff the pillows, and cover your sheets with your blanket. It's easy, and quite fun to do.
John: Don't make your bed. But since, you have to, then you should make your bed your own simple way.
George: Have you ever make your bed, John?
John: Some times. Because Mimi will kill me if I don't!
George: Well…I fix the bed sheets, fluff the pillows, fold the blanket, and put it on top of the mattress.
Ringo: What's the point of in making your bed? You know that you're just going to mess it up again while you're sleeping.
Paul: Ringo has a good point there.
(Ringo smiles proudly)
