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"Billy Liar's got his hands in his pockets
Staring over at the neighbor's, knickers down.
He's got his knickers down."

Sings the happy-go-lucky Head Bar-ex-turtle.
He's behind Bar with a HUGE stack of papers in front of him.
There are crayons.

Fear.

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Mel hesitates, biting her lip, and tries to remember the next line.

"So we sailed up to the sun...?"

Mike nods that she's got it right.

"Till we found a sea of green,"

There's a slight shifting underneath Mel as the topmost piece of paper is replaced with a new one. One with the complete lyrics to the song they're singing.

Mel leaps up quickly and lets the papers replace themselves and resumes pacing, along the lyrics sheet this time.

"And we lived beneath the waves,
In our yellow submarine."

"Ready? Together for the chorus:

We all live in a yellow submarine,
Yellow submarine, yellow submarine,
We all live in a yellow submarine,
Yellow submarine, yellow submarine,"

Definitely together for the chorus. Complete with little tiny dancing across the lyrics sheet.

"And our friends are all on board."

He holds out his thumb so she has someone to dance with.

"Many more of them live next door,"

Mel grabs that thumb in one hand and twirls herself around it.

"And the band begins to play:"

The sound of muffled trumpets begin to vibrate forth from Bar herself.

Mel laughs and grabs his thumb in one hand, his pinky in the other, and struts his hand down the sheet.

"We all live in a yellow submarine
Yellow submarine, yellow submarine
We all live in a yellow submarine
Yellow submarine, yellow submarine"

"As we live a life of ease,
We have our Mel, she's all we need, all we need
Hair of blue,Hair of blue, and braid of green,braid of green
In our yellow in our yellow
Submarine Submarine."

Mel leaps on to his wrist for the last chorus, dancing up his arm with each line. Past his elbow as the volume goes down, and repeating to fade when he gets to his shoulder.

"Hey Choco-Funk, what's shakin'?"

"My ass."

Right up against his face, as well.

"Hey."

"baby, your booty is so ickle and wee."

He's trying to keep his voice down, for fear of blowing out her wee beady ear drums.

"hey yourself."

Mel giggles, a tiny and wee sound, and leans on his cheek, pulling at at eyelash.

"That's what you said last week."

"Recycling lines is better for the environment."

He attempts to blink against her eyelash tug.

"Can I help you with something?"

"Nah," she says, letting go and slideing down to stradlle his shoulder, leaning against his neck. "I'm good."

"Yeah?"

It's not that he doesn't believe her, he just wants to make extra special sure.

"Yeah."

Her head's against his neck now, hands flat against the sinews of his throat. She's... well, she's fine. There's nothing she can do about this right now, not really hurting. Slightly annoyed, but certainly not worried. He's here. She loves him. It's all good.

"Hey, You wanna see if we can get a saddle for Stampy?"

He chuckles as he tries to turn his head enough to see her but not knock her over.

"Think I might be the wrong person to be asking that of..."

She's kind of under his jawline right now, which might make it difficult, but she does lean back to look up.

"Oh, go on. Can Bar do one?"

He levels his gaze on Bar.

"Don't see why not....you really think Stampy'd go for something like that?"

"She likes me."

Yeah, that's all she's got. But wouldn't it be fun?

"You're not suggesting that she doesn't like me, are you?"

"No!" she protests. Would she dare suggest something like that?

"Have you ever been six inches tall and tried to ride her?"