Even as the showdown was approaching an hora since it started, the other Beatles were having the time of their lives in making Doria suffer. At this point, the mad scientist was battered, bruised, and even bleeding. "Call off these nasty vermins!!!" she shouted as the foxes and squirrels held on to her. "Nope, not a chance!" Ringo replied. "That's what ye get for calling us insects, ya witch!" John added. "And for brainwashing our dearest friend, too!" Paul said.

At that moment, they heard a familiar voice which made them smile: "Need some help, me mates?" And there, marching into the kitchen,...

Finding Doria's lair turned out to be a breeze, for while the mad scientist was sipping on her drink, she heard the door open and shut with a loud bang. "Hey, I thought no one else could look for this place of mine!" she said. "Surprise, surprise! That is, until now." a man's voice replied.

Doria then saw something she didn't expect to see again: Three very angry-looking mop-topped lads were coming into the cozinha and approaching her with marching footsteps.

"Oh, great. Somehow, I knew you'd end up here." she groaned. "Pretty clever, eh?" John replied. "Now tell us," Paul demanded. "Where is...

The sun had begun to set as George ran as fast as his legs could carry him back to Hyde Park. He said while doing so, "I hope me mates are still in there! Asking that poor excuse for a woman out was such a big mistake."

However, Dahlia wasn't quite ready to give up yet. Even though she no longer had control over George's mind, the colar had managed to help her catch up to him just as he was getting closer to the park's gates.

Then... it happened: A small towel with a splat of chloroform was placed on his mouth, causing him to slow down and feel dizzy for a few seconds. "So ya think you could...

"Ohhhh... Where am I?" George said as he slowly woke up. "Exactly as I told you we'd proceed to. Welcome to my lair!" Dahlia replied. That response was enough to trigger his anger again, for he found himself in what appeared to be her laboratory. It also didn't help that he had been strapped to an operating table, complete with the helmet-like thing on his head which was connected to a giant robot.

"Grrr!!! This is getting out of hand! I shouldn't have talked with you at that pub in the first place!" George exclaimed. "Actually, I'm not who you think I am." Dahlia said. "Then who are you, really?"...

Natalya, Emily, May, and Morag did not expect to have visitors, or that anyone would ever stumble on their secret location. No one ever came out here, and no one had ever had any reason before to think that there might be a house tucked into this corner of the woods, much less to try and find the place. Besides, even if someone did manage to stumble on their house, the place looked far from inviting. It was made of rough grey stone, twisting towards the sky like some misshapen castle, and the rooms inside had a most confusing layout for anyone who didn’t live there and already know the place,...

The Beatles took their girlfriends out for a fancy jantar in a nice restaurant with dark, secluded tables where no one could see them to bother them. All four Beatles felt a little uncomfortable in the back of their minds, knowing this was the first time they had even not shown up when their fãs were expecting to see them. But sitting here in the candlelight with their best girls, these thoughts seemed somehow unimportant, and were pushed aside.
“Let’s go back and get the car,” Paul said, as they stepped out into the chilly night air a few hours later. “I can drive us up to your house.”...

For the rest of their week in town, the Beatles spent every free minuto with their new girlfriends. They took long walks in the chilly late-fall air, the Beatles holding their girlfriends’ hands after receiving cool nods of permission. This activity, though, meant that the fãs could see them, and many of them made it clear that they were not happy about the Beatles’ choice of girlfriend at all.
“Stupid girls,” muttered Emily again, as she and John passed a small crowd of teenagers who glared at Emily and cast pleading looks at John.
“These ignorant teenagers should be locked away for...

When I find myself in times of trouble
Mother Mary comes to me
Speaking words of wisdom
Let it be

And in my hora of darkness
She is standing right in front of me
Speaking words of wisdom
Let it be

Let it be, let it be, let it be, let it be
Whisper words of wisdom
Let it be

And when the broken-hearted people
Living in the world agree
There will be an answer
Let it be

For though they may be parted there is
Still a chance that they will see
There will be an answer
Let it be

Let it be, let it be, let it be, let it be
Yeah, there will be an answer
Let it be

Let it be, let it be, let it be, let it be
Whisper words of wisdom...

We now mover on to Harrods, where the "couple" was currently in a shopping trip of sorts. "After this, we shall proceed to my lair in Epping Forest. Would you like that?" Dahlia said as she decided to buy a pocket watch. "I'd amor to." George replied, still under the spell. "Excellent!" Dahlia replied. "Mm-hmm." George nodded.

It wasn't long until the other Beatles entered the department store, and with a gut feeling that a showdown was on its way, they went to look for some items that could function as makeshift weapons. "I'm not one who advocates for killing, but I've got a strong urge to kill...

Meanwhile, George (who was beginning to have segundo thoughts about the "relationship") had just managed to free himself from Dahlia's grasp por telling her to watch the swans for a moment. Luckily, he soon spotted an approaching fã and went straight to greet her with a hug, to which she excitedly returned.

"I'm so happy to see you, Georgie! You're my favourite Beatle!" The fã said afterwards. "Likewise, love. Thank you!" George smiled. He then said, "If ye don't mind me asking, what's your name?" The fã replied, "I don't mind it at all. My name's Wendy." George replied, "How veddy nice! So,...

It was an unusual group that came walking into the restaurant (a nice restaurant, but not the same one the Beatles had taken their unfortunate first girlfriends to) a couple of hours later: the four girls, still smelling of blood and looking like they’d just won a fight; the four Beatles, rumpled and in need of a change of clothes and perhaps a shave, though still as gorgeous as ever; and one very large dog, who stuck close to Jenna but would periodically pad over to Ringo and lick his hand.
“We don’t allow cachorros in...” the waiter started to say, but then stopped when he saw the Beatles....

Finding the Beatles turned out to be easier said than done.
“What is this place?” gasped Emma, as the four girls and one dog stepped out the kitchen’s other entrance into what they had expected to be another room or a hallway.
Instead, the o espaço was filled with any number of doorways and paths, each one twisting off in a different direction. Some of these hallways separated later on into other hallways, and most of them had multiple doors in the sides. The girls hadn’t realized how mazelike the house was before, because the front entrance led pretty straightforwardly into the kitchen....

The hours wore on for the Beatles, and there was no way of telling how much time had passed in their little prison. It could have been the seguinte morning, or afternoon, or the seguinte evening. But as the Beatles hadn’t slept at all last night, and all four were beginning to feel their eyelids getting heavy, they decided it might as well be night. There was no other way to measure time in here then por sleeps. But none of them wanted to drift off, not when they had so little time left.
Paul still insisted they would find a way out of here. “Someone will find us. Or we’ll find a way out we haven’t...

It was cold in the gloomy basement, and dark. And the Beatles were all so hungry, and thirsty, and bored. There was absolutely nothing in their little corner, save for the dripping end of a pipe that could prolong their lives a little bit, leaking a tiny amount of water into their prison. It wasn’t enough to satisfy any of them, though. And sooner or later, they were going to need food. And while there might be an accidental fonte of water in here, there was no way to get food.
How could they have been so wrong about their girlfriends? Now that the boys looked back on it, they could think...

“Brilliant, Susan!” cried Jenna, as the three girls and one dog got off the bus, just a little ways from the best hotel in the city. “How did you know to come here?”
Susan blushed. “I sort of – hitched a ride with the Beatles when they came here. It was the best way to get to meet them. Only it didn’t work,” she added sadly. “Paul didn't – he didn't talk to me – but it wasn't his fault! I sort of – forget myself around him,” she admitted, brown-haired head downcast.
“Did you try composição literária Paul a letter?” Emma interjected here. “I don’t think you need to tell him...

Emma leaned out over the airstrip fence, peering anxiously at the runway. The Beatles were supposed to be leaving town today, but she hadn’t seen any sign of them. It wasn't the first time they hadn't appeared when they were supposed to on this tour, either. The Beatles had never shown up to their fans' meet-and-greet the night before. Emma and the other fãs had waited for hours, finally dissolving into despair when it became clear that the Beatles weren’t coming. Some girls had cried, and others had screamed their disapproval, and others had tried to push their way progressivo, para a frente to see if the...

The Beatles stopped in the doorway, a little surprised, but not very. Girls had gotten past security to see them before. Just this afternoon they had found a girl in their car boot, after all.
This girl, at least, wasn’t screaming, but looked at them with a pretty smile. Her fair-skinned face was made up like an actress’s and her shiny black hair fell to her shoulders before coming back up in a flip, held back por a red headband. She had on a red-and-blue dress that showed off her slender figure beautifully.
“There you are,” she said. “I’ve been waiting for you.” She spoke as though...

“Nice girls, these fãs of ours,” said Paul. “But...”
“Good of them to show us they care and all,” Ringo agreed. “But...”
“And they buy all our records,” George reminded them. “We’d be in trouble without them. But sometimes I think they’re going to wind up smothering us if they keep this up.”
As one, the four boys nodded.
They were lounging around their hotel room, their suit jackets and ties hung up on the backs of chairs and light fixtures and similar, and the Beatles themselves were reclining on the sofá and the rug and the bench for the piano that came with their...

Susan Leigh had planned this all perfectly. She would slip into the boot of the Beatles’ car while everyone else was distracted, while the Beatles were running away from all her fellow fãs and they tried to catch the Beatles por chasing them. She would stow away to their hotel with them, hidden por the instruments and luggage in the back. And then when the boot was opened, and the Beatles found her, she would climb out and face her beloved boys, and she would look deep into Paul’s dreamy eyes and say....
“Eee! Paul!! Huminaminama....”
The Beatles stared at her. Susan twisted her fingers...

The airport in Emma’s hometown was completely packed, leaving no doubt in anyone’s mind as to who was coming there. Only one band could attract such a large, devoted crowd. Many of the girls there squealed and pushed progressivo, para a frente to be closer to the barrier, hoping to touch her beloved boys as they arrived.
It was a bright, sunny afternoon, and everyone could see the plane come in as it circled low in the sky, some girls even fancying they could see the boys waving through the windows. A great cheer rose from the crowd. The plane touched down, and four young lads with their hair wonderfully,...