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Where the Magical Mystery Tour Ends
A Short Story
“Snakes? Why did it have to be snakes!?” Ringo said with an exasperated sigh as he looked at the wriggly cluster of inanimate reptiles laying on the floor of the Dollar Tree.
“Hey, at least it’s not bouncy balls,” chimed in George lightly. They both wore long hair and store uniforms. Their adjustment to this strange new present was off to a rather poor start.
“Do you think anyone actually believes we’re the Beatles?” asked Ringo as he scooped a handful of plastic snakes and placed them absent-mindedly into the metal bin beside him.
“Excuse me, do you know where I might find a soccer ball?” asked a friendly woman with brown hair and a bright smile.
“Uhh… aisle five, I think?” answered George a little unsurely.
“Told ya it wasn’t a good idea to tell people about the Yellow Submarine,” said George with a prominent “I told you so” written across his face.
“What was I supposed to say!? We were in this shite Nowhere Land and then we boarded that damned Submarine with that flying furry fool and now we’re here!”
“Hey, don’t blame this on Jeremy!”
“I’m not, I’m just saying he was a little fishy is all.”
