Situation: The Beatles & Co. have just got off the plane from New York, landing in Washington DC, which is where this parody takes place. They have just unpacked in a hotel room, & discovered that Sarah had packed herself into Ringo & the now grown-up Siobhan�s luggage. They leave John�s things in the suitcase, then proceed to the White House by foot, being too poor to take public transportation, & because they�ve got some time on their hands�
Sarah: The government here sucks.
Siobhan: I thought you wanted anarchy anyways.
Sarah: So? Almost anything is better than George Bush being the dipshit he is & the president at the same time.
George: Stop calling me names!
Paul: She wasn�t talking about you, retard.
Sarah: Heh-heh! Hey Siobhan, look at these tidy-whities�
Ringo: Hey�
Siobhan: Where�d you get Ringo�s underwear?
John: Yes, we all thought you would be the first, Siobhan.
(Siobhan turns red & Ringo starts grappling with Sarah for the underwear.)
Ringo: Gimme those! They�re mine! DAMMIT!
(Ringo pushes Sarah down into the street, where a speeding car brakes screeching in front of her.)
Driver: Hey, you mangy fuckin� kid! Get outta the road! <Beep!>
Sarah (imitating Oliver Twist): Don�t run over me sir! Here�s something for you trouble! Take these!
(Sarah throws Ringo�s underwear onto the antenna of the car while it drives past & away.)
Ringo: Wait! Those are mine! <sigh.>
Siobhan: Sarah! That was mean.
Sarah: Yeh, I know.
Paul: We�re at the white house.
Sarah: Time for me to go.
George: Aww, so soon?
Sarah: Shut up George.
Brian: Where are you going?
Sarah: Shh! It�s a secret. Bye!
(Sarah walks off aimlessly, with a strange looking object sticking out of her back pocket.)
Siobhan: I don�t care about your undies, Ringo.
Paul (trying to be sexy): Yes, only what�s underneath. So why don�t you look where you know you�ll find treasure�
Ringo: You pervert! Take it back!
John: An arse beating! YES!
(John, George & Ringo basically start trying to kill Paul.)
Brian: What�s this an or-
George: Don�t even ask! Ow! Ack!
Siobhan: Stop! Break it up!
Brian: Oh, uh, yes, don�t fight! HEY!
(Brian & Siobhan somehow hold four grown men apart from killing each other.)
John: Let�s just get inside the White House at least.
Brian: Good idea, John.
John: Shut up Brian. You�re gay.
Paul: Oh, let�s go on a tour! The tour guides are pretty�
George: Stop being so perverted! You�ve even twisted the writers� minds!
Siobhan: We don�t need a tour guide. Let�s go on a personal tour.
John: Yeh, screw �em. Let�s go to the oval office. & no jokes about the �oral office�, Paul.
Paul: Now who�s being perverted?
George: Just shut up! I don�t care who�s being perverted.
Siobhan: No comment.
(The Beatles & Co. find the Oval Office, but are stopped by a Secret Service agent at the door.)
Agent: Stop right there. Who are you? Are you authorized?
John: We�re-
(John punches the guard in the nose, then grabs him by the hair & knees him in the face, rendering him unconscious.)
John: -kicking your ass!
(They enter the Oval Office & find George W. Bush sitting at his desk.)
George W: Who are you guys? I didn�t order no pizza.
Ringo: Look at us! Don�t we remind you of anyone?
George W: Uh�
Paul: You look old enough to maybe remember�
George W: I don�t remembember much past �84. Yeah. High most of the time.
George: Wot?
Siobhan: Oh, he always does that.
John: Ahem! Can we be president for a day? It�s sort of boring for being musicians & we have to go back to England to record & such, so�
George W: No, I can�t do that. Cheney says only I�m president.
Brian: Please? It would do so much for their careers�
George W: No, I can�t-
Ringo: Not even for a Scooby Snack?
George W: Well�naw, I still can�t�
John: Well, we asked you nicely, so now we�ll have to KICK YER ARSE!
(The Beatles jump George W. Bush & pin him down.)
Paul: George, get the bloody flag!
George W: Me?
John: No, the OTHER dumbshit!
Ringo: Gimme the flag. Help me tie him up, Paul.
Siobhan: There, you�ve already improved the country! We�re better off without any president rather than him. Sarah would laugh�& then kill him.
Paul: Really? Did we want to know?
John: Look, important-looking papers & all that on the desk. Let�s fill �em out!
George: How do we do that?
Paul: You put yer autograph on any of the lines, & choose a box to put little checks in on each paper.
George: Huh?
Ringo: You pretend you�re signing books at a concert, okay?
George: Ah! That�s one thing I can do.
John: Good. Start doing it.
(10 minutes later�)