Zoraa (Thought): Now's my chance to get outta here for good...that wallet thing made them trust me. Hah!
John: Not so...fas-<ZZZ>...
Zoraa (Thought): Good. Now to the bathroom.
(She makes her way to the bathroom near the middle of the plane & doesn't lock the door. She stands on top of the toilet, finds a hold in the floor panels, then peels the strong metal panel up, exposing a tangle of pipes, which she finds a gap in, & crawls through liquidly & lowers herself down, holding back onto the panel to bend it back into place. She then drops to the cargo compartment below.)
Zoraa: Ah, freedom! Note to self; kill Paul. So hungry...how do those damn Beatles go without food for so long? Oh well...
(After eating her fill of candy from people's bags, she naps by the cargo hatch & awaits the landing. When it does come, she awakes, crouching by the hatch until it opens...)
Zoraa: Hurry up, dammit! Bye bye Beatles, hello freedom. I'll see you in HELL!!!
(Zoraa flies, wings spread, out of the hatch, & is sucked into the still-spinning turbines of the plane, spraying the other end of the turbine & plane with a medley of shining red gore. Back with the Beatles & Brian, who have given up on finding Zoraa & are now in a taxi heading for Disneyland...)
Paul: I can't beleive we let her get away so easy.
(He holds up the broken chain.)
John: Yeh, fine time to get pissed. But do we really need her anymore?
Brian: Guess not. Hey driver, make it snappy, will ya?
George: Such a rude man.
Ringo(Thought): They must be dumber than I originally thought. Letting Zoraa get away, then not seeing the horrific mess on the side of the airplane...
(At the gate of Disneyland...)
Paul: Well, where do we look? I mean, there's a million little areas. Would Ringo go fer the grandeur of the Wild West, or prefer the sleek, efficient Future, or perhaps the roaring rivers of-
Ringo: Well why don't you just ask me?!
Brian: No time! We have to start moving now!
Ringo: Now hold on! Tomorrowland first. I-no we- like science fiction.
George: I thought dragons were fantasy.
(John & Ringo speak at the same time.)
John: Then you met Zoraa. Then she died.
Ringo: The Dragonriders of Pern are not fantasy! They're Sci-Fi Hardcore!
Brian: How do you know she died?
Ringo: Yeah...
John: I quietly observed that the blood on the runway seemed too much for a normal bird, yet too little for a full-grown man or woman, & that there were no children or midgets working on the plane that day. So you see, my dear Epstein, that by the process of elimination, I deduced that somehow Zoraa managed to escape her chains, into the cargo hold, where she jumped out as soon as the door opened & the turbine sucked her in & minced her fit for a garnish.
Brian: Oh! How do you do it, Detective Lennon?
John: Elementary, my dear Eppie, most elementary. Someday I shall explain to you the difference between seeing & observing.
George: <ZZZZ>... uh... are you done yet John?
John: Wait...keep waiting... yes, now I'm done.
Paul: <Harsh Sigh Of Impatience>, Let's go, Detective!
George: Go to the first place you would go without us.
Ringo: Space mountain!
Paul: Run, man! Run! That's gonna be a long-ass line!
(They wait in line, which wasn't so long after all, & Ringo & George get in the very back seat of the ghost car...)
Ringo: George, stop poking me!
George: No, you're poking me & it's not-wait, who's behind us?
Ghost: Help me get in!
Ringo: Oh shi-JOHN! HELP!!!
Paul: You found Ringo? I mean the clone?
George: No, we found another psycho!
Ringo: I wanna get off the ride!!!
John: They do have an affinity for their own kind...let Brian deal with it.
(Ride ends, no one's hanging off the car, etc. Etc...)
George: Where the-no wait, I don't wanna know.
Brian: So what was your problem?
Ringo: Uh, nothing Brian. Now I'm extremely embarassed...
(They decide to take a smoke break under a tree. A couple little kids start pointing & whispering at Ringo.)
Kid 1: Hey, it's that guy from the other park! He was funny before, talking about his twin brother! Hee hee hee!
Kid 2: Dumbass, that is his twin brother! Duhr!!!
Kid 1: Hey, mister!
Ringo: What do you-wait, where is he?!
Kid 2: Aren't you the guy who's in that band...uh, uh, Limp Bizkit!
Ringo: Who?
Kid 1: No, it can't be! Where's his goatee? & he looks way shorter.
Ringo: I'm not-
Kid 2: This isn't Fred Durst! He tricked us!
Both Kids: MOMMY!!!
Ringo: No, no, shh! Here, you want some candy? A fag?! Just be quiet!
Mom: What's this? What happened?
(John starts tapping Ringo on the shoulder to depart.)
Ringo: I, uh, but, um...
Kid 1: Mommy, This man said he was Fred Durst, but he's not & he tried to give us candy & called us fags!!!
Mom: You pervert! Child molester! CHILD MOLESTER!!!
Ringo: No, I'm European-ACK! John!!!
(John drags Ringo away before the Mother can make a real scene. They stop when they're no longer in sight.)
Paul: Well that took longer than it should have!
John: I hate annoying little kids like that!
Ringo: You didn;t have to deal with their mother!
George: Ringo, is this some kind of funhouse, 'coz I see two of you.
Brian: That's his clone, brightboy! Go get him!
(The clone is pursued all the way to Small World, whereupon the Beatles stop dead in their tracks & turn away from the hideously happy builing.)
John: No! Anything but that! We'll just get him later.
Paul: In that case, why don't we get something to eat?
George: Meaning you & yourself. Get me a pretzel, knave!