Situation: The Beatles & Co., after meeting a mad scientist, having Ringo cloned, finding a rude Zoraa in the backroom and subsequently kidnapping her, have gone off in search of the clone, who has run away in search of fortune. The clone is running off to Disneyworld, about to cause a world-wide problem. The group find themslves stuck on the wrong side of the Atlantic Ocean, with no air or boat fare with which to go across...
John: So, what do we do from here?
George: i dunno. Could we try swimming?
Brian: Unless your air-head would keep us afloat, & we used Zoraa's wings-wait. Wings make you fly, & Zoraa has wings, and she could carry us-
Paul: About three meters. She's not strong enough.Ringo: Can't she talk for herself anymore?
Paul: I suppose, but she won't do it.
Zoraa: Not for you! & stop treating me like I'm your new pet dog or something! I don't need a collar & I don't need a leash!
John: But you do need a muzzle.
(Zoraa jumps at John, & Paul uses the leash to pull her back while John attempts to save face by suggesting an idea.)
John: Uh, why don't we get on a plane?
Brian: No money.
Ringo: What about asking Zoraa for some help from those dragons that took us to Sid's Island?
Zoraa: What about jumping off a cliff??!!!
George: Guess not. Hey Ringo, why do you care about catching up to your clone anyway? I thought you guys were sore on eachother.
Ringo: It goes much deeper than that, George. I just can't stand meself.
John: I know! Why don't we smuggle ourselves onto a boat going to Florida?
Paul: That sounds somewhat intelligible. To the docks!
(The Beatles & Co. arrive at the docks of Liverpool & ask some random Wharfinger if there are any boats going to Florida that day.)
Wharfinger: Well, there's one going to Miami, fer sure, that one over there, but it's cargo & VIP's only. Why did I give away that information so frivolously just now? Oh well. Are you VIP's?
Brian: Ye-
Paul: No, uh, technically we're not. We're sorry we bothered you. Goodbye.
(They turn away and start heading for their ship to Miami.)
Paul: Zoraa, could you-
Zoraa: Don't ask me any favors! First off, I wouldn't give them out to you, and secondly, my magic only works in close proximity to my home, so I couldn't help if I wanted to! AAH!!! <Ack!! Cough!! Sputter!...>
George: Paul, stop pulling. You'll choke her!
John: &??!! Do I care? Does he care?? NO!!! She won't float!
George: Huh? What's floating got to do with it?
(Ringo whispers something in George's ear.)
George: Oh. Well, don't let him do that! It's murder!
Brian: Well, at least she'll be subdued a bit. Maybe even lose the potty mouth.
Ringo: Fat chance. So, let's catch our ship now.
George: How?
Paul: Well, we jump off 'ere onto the deck, avoid the sailors, then get below decks, &...
(They do the above mentioned with some amount of natural ease.)
Paul: & then we do this!!
(Paul opens a wooden box with the crowbar he always keeps in his back pocket & shoves George inside.)
John: Well that's nifty.
(At the end of the trip...)
John: you look pleased, Paul.
Paul: Well I was in a crate full of women's underwear!
Brian: T.M.I., Paul, T.M.I. Where's Zoraa, by the way?
Ringo: Uh...Whoa!! Oof!!!
(Somehow, somewhen, it appears that Zoraa found her way to the toop of some extremely high stacked crates, & pounced on Ringo for the hell of it.)
Zoraa: Well that did nothing for me. Oh wait-now I feel...hungry...
Ringo: ACK!! Claws...digging...back flesh...owie...
Zoraa: So?
John: Ringo's gonna be lunch for her I guess.
Paul: Better throw her off ya!
(Ringo tries not to throw her too hard, since he's such a nice guy & she's so light. He gets up.)
Ringo: Gerroff...
Zoraa: Whoa! <Growl...> Well, let's find your shitey clone before you three undergo an identity crisis.
George: Three?
Zoraa: The older, politically & scientifically correct one? By the way, I don't eat human flesh.
John: Ah. That third Ringo.
Paul: So you'll eat anything thrown at you except human flesh.
Zoraa: Yep.
George: People throw human flesh at you?
John: Well, idiots, Disneyworld is calling us. Paul, get her leash.
Zoraa: What?!
Paul: C'mere, you!
(Down at Disneyworld...)
Paul: You're sure no one was hired in the past two days?
Guy at the Employment Desk: For the twenty-sixth time, yes I am positive, sir.
George: You're completely sure? Nobody who looks exactly like him?
Employment Guy: Absolutely. You know, you guys would do very well as Beatle impersonators here. You have the exact likenesses of them & your accents are perfect.
Zoraa: Sorry to tell you, but that's kind of a deflating & insulting question for them, & in the words of the Beach Boys, "we gotta go."
Ringo: Hey, it's originally done by the King's Men. & it's "me gotta-"
Brian: Okay, I didn't want to say anything before, because you guys seemed to have a good handle on this, but I don't think Ringo is here! Oh, I mean the other Ringo. So on to California. Beatle imitaters, what kind of shite is that?
Paul: I have an idea.
George: Do you know what I noticed? Every time you have an idea, someone gets hurt very badly. So just don't tell us, okay?
Ringo: We could hitch-hike.
Zoraa: & get there in time? Leave this to me. Wait a second, & your troubleties will be solved.
(Zoraa disappears for a couple minutes, & just when Brian suspects they've been had, she returns.)
John: Wallets! All right!
George: I see credit cards!
Zoraa: So use 'em! Buy tickets to LA! NOW! & don't forget one for me!