*Scene opens on Glom, where we see John, Paul, and George are finishing playing Eight Days A Week. It is the middle of the afternoon, their hair is noticeably a mess, and there are slightly visible bags under their eyes. Around them on the hill are water bottles and strange food that they are to eat and drink inbetween songs. Paul is the one who is currently singing.*
Paul: *singing* Ooh, I n-need your love b-babe... S-seven days... Oh no wait... Er, Eight days a week. Love you ev'ry... E-eight days a week. Eight days a week. Eight d-days a... week...
*The Glommite crowd goes wild as usual, and there are many Glommites jumping up and down on the couch. Paul drops his bass and rests on his knees.*
Paul: Ah, I-it's getting to me, lads... Need... Rest...
*George takes a water bottle and drinks it, gargling the water before swallowing*
George: T-tell me about it... Even with this t-turn cycle, my t-throat hurts.
*John stares at one of the strange food items. It is shaped like a watermelon, but it is purple and blue instead of red, and it has what looks like sprinkles in it instead of seeds. There is already a bite mark on it from when he had began eating it from the last pause inbetween songs*
John: I'd b-be thankful we're allowed to e-eat and drink, but... Who w-would call this food?
*He picks the food item up, studying it.*
John: I-I mean... You'd think this t-tastes sweet, but... No, it's sour... V-very sour...
*George puts the cap back on the water bottle and puts it down. He turns to stare at John.*
George: Oh y-yeah... Well, d-did you see the thing I ate this m-morning? How d-do you make a thing t-that resembles a lemon have... Zero taste at all? And crunchy? And red?
*Paul gets back up on his feet, grabbing his bass and yawning*
Paul: A-apparently, the c-creatures on Glom a-aren't the only things on it t-that are uh... Er... Way out. B-but hey... They're keeping us a-alive.
*George yawns, shaking his head in an attempt to waken up*
George: Barely... Ay Ringo, h-how's your lunch?
*George looks in the spot where Ringo normally would be during a show, only to see that it's empty. He remembers that Ringo isn't on Glom and grunts.*
George: I'm losing m-my mind...
John: *sighs* Let's just... Try to make it t-through this next song, a-alright? Uh... Whose turn i-is it?
Paul: Me? Wait, no... I just s-sang right?
George: Yes you did, P-Paul. It's m-my turn... Uh... What are w-we playing?
Paul: Nothing... I wish.
*John takes a bite out of the not-watermelon and sets it down, trying to tolerate the sourness.*
John: Mmm... I H-hate everything...
George: *sighs* Fine, I'll decide... Uh... What i-it called Taxi Man?
*John swallows and scratches his head*
John: Uuuhhh... Factsman?
Paul: I t-think you're talking about please Mr. postman, George.
George: No, no, that w-wasn't it. But... I guess I'll g-go with it. I'll remember the o-other one later. Man, at this rate, we're n-not going to last long...
*John and Paul take a moment to remember the notes they have to play for "Please Mr. Postman". John sighs and stares up at the sky for a moment.*
John: Save us, Ringo...
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From Another World
General FictionA Beatles Cartoon Story that's basically a sequel to the Day Tripper Episode. The alien leader of Glom has returned to recapture the Beatles for an endless show after she realizes how much the Glommites had liked their music. However, after somethin...
