The hours wore on for the Beatles, and there was no way of telling how much time had passed in their little prison. It could have been the successivo morning, o afternoon, o the successivo evening. But as the Beatles hadn’t slept at all last night, and all four were beginning to feel their eyelids getting heavy, they decided it might as well be night. There was no other way to measure time in here then da sleeps. But none of them wanted to drift off, not when they had so little time left.
Paul still insisted they would find a way out of here. “Someone will find us. o we’ll find a way out we haven’t...

“Vanished?” repeated Susan, going pale.
Jenna frowned. “The Beatles can’t just vanish! They’ve got to be somewhere.”
Susan shook her head furiously, tears threatening to spill. “I knew it! Those terrible women took the Beatles away, and now Paul could be....” She couldn’t finish.
“Hang on.” Emma had a happier thought. “The Beatles have to be somewhere. We know they’re not anywhere Karen could find them....”
“And since I do know where they’re not, that should help us figure out where they are!” Karen finished, looking pleased. “Good one, Emma.”
“But we still...

It was cold in the gloomy basement, and dark. And the Beatles were all so hungry, and thirsty, and bored. There was absolutely nothing in their little corner, save for the dripping end of a pipe that could prolong their lives a little bit, leaking a tiny amount of water into their prison. It wasn’t enough to satisfy any of them, though. And sooner o later, they were going to need food. And while there might be an accidental fonte of water in here, there was no way to get food.
How could they have been so wrong about their girlfriends? Now that the boys looked back on it, they could think...

“Brilliant, Susan!” cried Jenna, as the three girls and one dog got off the bus, just a little ways from the best hotel in the city. “How did te know to come here?”
Susan blushed. “I sort of – hitched a ride with the Beatles when they came here. It was the best way to get to meet them. Only it didn’t work,” she added sadly. “Paul didn't – he didn't talk to me – but it wasn't his fault! I sort of – forget myself around him,” she admitted, brown-haired head downcast.
“Did te try Scrivere Paul a letter?” Emma interjected here. “I don’t think te need to tell him...

Emma leaned out over the airstrip fence, peering anxiously at the runway. The Beatles were supposed to be leaving town today, but she hadn’t seen any sign of them. It wasn't the first time they hadn't appeared when they were supposed to on this tour, either. The Beatles had never shown up to their fans' meet-and-greet the night before. Emma and the other fan had waited for hours, finally dissolving into despair when it became clear that the Beatles weren’t coming. Some girls had cried, and others had screamed their disapproval, and others had tried to push their way inoltrare, avanti to see if the...

The successivo evening, the Beatles played another concert. Their minds weren’t really on it, though; they were on their quest to find new girlfriends.
After the concert, the Beatles ran out into the cool night air, pursued da their fans. “I Amore you, John!” “Kiss me, Paul!” “Marry me, Ringo!” “George! George! I need you!”
None of these girls were what the Beatles were looking for. They put on a burst of speed, leaving the disappointed crowd behind. “In there!” called Paul, pointing to a small, out-of-the-way pub in an alleyway just ahead.
The Beatles made their way to this pub...

The successivo couple of days passed in a blur of practising what Brian had advised. The boys played their songs in their hotel room, and in between they practised speaking to an imaginary audience the way he had detto they should. At first, the foursome all took turns doing this, but Paul loved being the one to speak to the fan so much that he started taking più and più turns, until at last his bandmates decided to just let Paul do all the talking on stage.
On the giorno after their adventure in the department store, Brian took the boys to get haircuts. He advised them to all pick the same hairstyle:...

The Beatles were heroes.
Everyone in England talked about their defeat of the Beast of Bodmin Moor for years afterwards, and they were, if possible, even più famous than before. The papers wrote up articoli about the Beatles' quest, and there was much interest in the special objects that had helped them. There were still some police officers who thought the Beatles should be arrested for carrying swords about and disturbing England, but there were too many people now who knew about the Beast and knew the Beatles had saved everyone. Besides, the Beatles had detto in countless interviews what...

I was born in 1960. My parents didn't approve of rock & roll, o of anything the youth was doing back then, and I remember they tried to shield me from a lot of it. I didn't really understand it at that age. I only know there was a lot of them making sure I didn't see o hear o wear certain things, and they always said, "I hope Carrie doesn't grow up like them". They always made sure my skirts weren't too short before they let me buy them. And they were very strict about which radio stations I listened to. So I went through that whole decade never hearing about the Beatles.
Now I'm grateful...

Introduction
The Beatles are loved da millions of people around the world, including myself. I have loved the Beatles since I was twelve years old, and my Amore has continued to grow since then. Unfortunately, not everyone understands my passion and Amore for the Beatles. My sister gives me crap about it all the time. Always going, "Your obsession is weird." più frequently, she says, "You HAD to like the Beatles." Rambling aside, I am focusing on how I got into the Beatles and why I Amore them.

How I Learned About the Beatles
I first learned about the Beatles when I was twelve years old. I...

"So that's the end of the story! We hope te enjoyed listening to it. Once again, Gary Crimble and many Rudolphs, Beatle people! See te all in the successivo year!", detto John as he delivered the closing remarks to their Natale message. The room was soon filled with loud claps and cheers. Laura said, "That was bloody amazing, uncle John! I had a great time playing my role!" Pattie added, "So did I, darling!" George remarked, "Make that three of us, me ladies! I'd even say that out of the messages we've recorded thus far, this year's was the absolute best!" Ringo replied, "Can't complain there,...

Our Corgi-fied Heroes had been making great progress with their mission so far as they followed the signal of the necklace. It was also a good thing that there were no distractions from those passing da due to their assumption of them being stray dogs. About a while later, the collana lit up and beeped again. George said, "Seems like we've got some kind of message this time, ma'am!" Elizabeth replied, "We certainly have, and it's from Lucky himself!" Pattie asked, "So what does it say, then? Where is he?" Elizabeth continued, "I am at the Battersea Power Station, locked in a cage da Sinister...