As soon as I got home, I went to my room and put my new record in the player. As I put the needle in, I was still staring at the Beatles' faces on the cover. I wondered why I had never heard of them before. They were really cute. Why had none of my friends ever mentioned them? None of the groups they liked were quite as cute as these boys were.
But then the song started, and I forgot all about that.

"The long and winding road
That leads to your door...
Will never disappear,
I've seen that road before...."

The voice was heartbreaking. It was like sadness in its purest form, turned into music. I leaned...

"What an experience that was, darling," Pattie said after the story came to a finish. "I can see why you decided to put dating on hold until you met me in Ireland two years later. That Doria witch sure had it coming to her!" George replied, "Yep! It was certainly worth the wait!" Pattie replied, "Indeed! And Wendy sounds like a nice fan. I hope she's been doing well." George said, "So do I, honey. That day we spent together is one I'll forever cherish." Pattie smiled in response.

"I must add that Uncle Ringo summoning those forest animals for the showdown was pretty funny! The same goes for...

The next day, George was strolling around Trafalgar Square when he saw Wendy sitting by one of the fountains. The teenage fan was on the verge of crying again as she was still recovering from what happened yesterday. She had also hoped that her favourite Beatle would come back and make up for it.

As a few tears streamed down, she felt George wrap his arms around her and dry them with his free hand. "It's all right, love," he soothed. "Don't cry. I'm here." "G-Georgie?" Wendy responded, then looked up and perked almost immediately at the sight of his handsome face. She said, "Oh, Georgie! I am...

The first day of March had finally arrived, and the Beatles were on their way back to Abbey Road Studios for the tour rehearsals. Once they met inside and got their instruments prepared, John exclaimed, "Are ya mates ready?!" George replied, "As ready as we'll ever be, pal! Hit it!" They then had a grand time over the next two hours while taking water breaks in between.

When the lads were done, they proceeded to the meeting room for some pizza and Dr. Pepper. "Those rehearsals were mighty gear, me chaps! We now have the rest of the month to get ourselves all set for this Spring tour." John remarked....

Even as the showdown was approaching an hour since it started, the other Beatles were having the time of their lives in making Doria suffer. At this point, the mad scientist was battered, bruised, and even bleeding. "Call off these nasty vermins!!!" she shouted as the foxes and squirrels held on to her. "Nope, not a chance!" Ringo replied. "That's what ye get for calling us insects, ya witch!" John added. "And for brainwashing our dearest friend, too!" Paul said.

At that moment, they heard a familiar voice which made them smile: "Need some help, me mates?" And there, marching into the kitchen,...

"That's the end of her," George said after staring at the hole on the roof and taking a deep breath. "She won't be waking up again." Ringo exclaimed, "All right! We did it!" John said, "That was one heck of a fight, Geo!" Paul added, "Indeed! We're very proud of you!" "Heh! Thanks, me mates!" George smiled.

He then told them, "I'd also like to apologise for not taking your warnings about finding a date seriously. I guess I just got a bit carried away by my wish to get married early. Can you please forgive me?" John placed a hand on his shoulder and replied, "It's okay, buddy. We already have....

Finding Doria's lair turned out to be a breeze, for while the mad scientist was sipping on her drink, she heard the door open and shut with a loud bang. "Hey, I thought no one else could look for this place of mine!" she said. "Surprise, surprise! That is, until now." a man's voice replied.

Doria then saw something she didn't expect to see again: Three very angry-looking mop-topped lads were coming into the kitchen and approaching her with marching footsteps.

"Oh, great. Somehow, I knew you'd end up here." she groaned. "Pretty clever, eh?" John replied. "Now tell us," Paul demanded. "Where is...

"Ohhhh... Where am I?" George said as he slowly woke up. "Exactly as I told you we'd proceed to. Welcome to my lair!" Dahlia replied. That response was enough to trigger his anger again, for he found himself in what appeared to be her laboratory. It also didn't help that he had been strapped to an operating table, complete with the helmet-like thing on his head which was connected to a giant robot.

"Grrr!!! This is getting out of hand! I shouldn't have talked with you at that pub in the first place!" George exclaimed. "Actually, I'm not who you think I am." Dahlia said. "Then who are you, really?"...

The sun had begun to set as George ran as fast as his legs could carry him back to Hyde Park. He said while doing so, "I hope me mates are still in there! Asking that poor excuse for a woman out was such a big mistake."

However, Dahlia wasn't quite ready to give up yet. Even though she no longer had control over George's mind, the necklace had managed to help her catch up to him just as he was getting closer to the park's gates.

Then... it happened: A small towel with a splat of chloroform was placed on his mouth, causing him to slow down and feel dizzy for a few seconds. "So ya think you could...

As timing would have it, the other Beatles also happened to be in Hyde Park for a picnic, so George figured that he'd introduce Dahlia to them first before starting their date. "I surely hope Geo is going to be all right." Paul said as they were just about to eat. "So do I, Macca. So do I." Ringo added. "Well, we did try to warn him, so fingers crossed that he takes note of it." John replied. Paul and Ringo nodded in agreement.

Around ten minutes later, the "couple" came into the scene. "Mates, I'd like you to meet my new girlfriend Dahlia! We met at a pub just last night." George said. Unfortunately,...