*Note: I'm not sure if my historical information is on track,
I think most of the Beatles info
is correct though.
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Chapter One
"Psst!"
"Hmm?" John, Paul,
George, and Ringo skretched to a halt. They looked
around suspiciously. "Who's there?"
"Come with me."
The fab four looked
at eachother, shrugged, and followed the shadowed
figure. They were in an adventurous type of mood. They
felt like they needed a
break from their daily routine . . . especially since they were leaving
for America
soon.
After turning down
into a few backjiggers (alleys) they felt themselves drop
below ground level. Then, they found themselves in a lab of sorts.
The guys looked
around curiously.
"What sort of place
is this?" George asked, looking over the equipment.
"Looks like a lab
for a mad scientist," Ringo replied, opening a research book.
John strolled casually
over to a glass display case. "Hmmm...Do not touch,"
he read, eyeing the controller in the case. Then he tried to
lift the case, without
avail.
"I wonder why he led
us here?" Paul asked aloud, but more to himself. "Where
exactly is here anyway?"
About five seconds
later, a relatively young man came into the room, putting on
a white lab coat. "Ah, I see you have arrived. Hmm..."
"What are we doing
here?" Ringo demanded.
"I need you all to
do a very important task for me," the scientist informed, glancing
over his shoulder nervously. "I need to leave for some time . . . I
need someone to
watch my experiment."
"What makes . . ."
John pulled on the glass box, "you think . . ." he tried again,
"we want to do this devious deed?" John put his arms around the glass
box. He pulled
up again.
The scientist pushed a button
on the wall, causing the glass case to release, and
John to go stumbling backwards into a closet. "Blimey!" they heard
John exclaim shortly
after a shatter. John came from the closet and sighed heavily.
"I broke yer case."
"We'd be happy to watch
your thingy," George piped. "As long as we can catch our
plane in a few hours."
"Wonderful," the scientist
exclaimed. "Just don't push this button." He pointed to the
red button on the controller John had been eyeing. "It could get you
into alot of trouble."
"We understand Mr. Scientist
Sir. We will not touch the button," Paul promised. "Now
just go about and don't worry about a thing."
"Right. I shouldn't
be long. It's just a short scientists meeting in town . . ." The
scientist
mumbled in a paraniod manner. Then, he hurried out.
"Than man was strange,"
George commented, sighing. "John . . . what are you doing?"
"Quick what's a good number
besides nine," John laughed, picking up the controller.
"1000 sounds like a nice
round number," Ringo shrugged. "Why do ask John luv?"
John gave a mischevious
grin as he toyed with the dial on the controller. "That is a
nice number Ring . . . I wonder what would happen if I pushed this
button . . ."
"NOOOOOO!!!" The other three
yelled, racing over to John. In the same instant
they all touched him, his finger came down on the button.
They all screamed as the
room faded away. Closing their eyes tightly, they felt themselves
begin to rapidly fall . . .
Chapter 2