Yellow Submarine Page #4

- Looks all dingy.

- And drab.

And quiet.

Safe at last.

And none the worse for our adventures.

Reminiscent in many ways

of the late Mr. Ulysses.

There's an eye in the apples.

There she blows!

Lord Mayor, sir...

I've made it, I'm back.

- Who's this?

- Our Lord Mayor.

He's been bonked.

Lord Mayor, sir...

unbonk yourself.

Even a little snatch of a tune

might get him up again.

All right, let's sing.

Have you got time to rectify,

time to rectify...

Do I hear music?

- Do I see... Young Fred?

- You do, Lord Mayor.

Bless my metronome.

And did you bring help?

Yes, yes. Look.

Holy pizzicato, Young Fred.

- It's quite uncanny, your faces...

- We're quite cute, really.

- You could pass for the originals.

- We are the originals.

No, no...

Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band.

They couldn't be much with a name

like that. Sergeant Pepper?

You could impersonate them

and rally the land to rebellion.

- Where are your instruments?

- Lost in the Monstrous Sea.

Sea of Monsters.

We'll get other instruments,

Lord Mayor.

Not a chance. The Meanies captured

everything that maketh music.

- They hate music that much, do they?

- They shrink at the very sound.

Okay, you guys.

It's shrinking time in Pepperland.

Aim, fire!

He reminds me

of my old English teacher.

Look, if you must shout,

shout quietly.

- What do we do?

- Coagulate with the crowd.

Cut-outs at the ready.

Then let's cut out.

What a grand bandstand.

That's where the gear's kept.

Come on.

Cavey, cavey.

- All right, the coast is clear.

- Now's our chance.

- But how'll we get over?

- Easy. Follow me.

A-ha! You fools!

- It's not very light in here, is it?

- Shh! Keep the noise down.

- Look what I found.

- It's their uniforms.

- Nice bit of gear, that.

- They'll look great on, eh?

- Dey will, won't dey?

- Won't dey, dough.

- How do I look?

- Groovy. How about me?

- Bad scene, lads. We're surrounded.

- Oh, heck.

A million billion Meanies.

They're coming this way.

Hide!

- Do you think they heard us?

- I hope not.

- What did you say?

- Shh!

Good plan.

Look. They're all asleep.

They look cute when they're asleep.

Almost human.

- Come on. Let's get out of here.

- On tiptoe.

- Tiptoe through the Meanies...

- Shh!

Let's exude.

Relax, lads.

Not a Meanie in sight.

- Not even a teeny Meanie.

- Not even a teeny-weeny Meanie.

- Look. Breakfast.

- I'm dying for a bit of brekky.

Look out.

Sound off, one, two, three, four...

- One, two, three, four...

- Five.

Five?

- Sound off, one, two, three...

- Four.

- One, two, three...

- Four.

- One, two...

- Three.

- Three?

- Two.

Two?

- One.

- One?

Are you Bluish?

- You don't look Bluish.

- Run for it.

Right, men. We've made it.

- Instruments at the ready.

- Okay, on the beat. A-one, a-two,

a-three, a-four, a-five, a-six.

Can't you make it three?

All right. On the beat of three...

A-one, a-two, a-three...

It was twenty years ago today,

Sgt. Pepper taught the band to play

They've been going in and out of style,

But they're guaranteed to raise a smile

So may I introduce to you,

The act you've known for all these years

Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band

We're Sgt. Pepper's

Lonely Hearts Club Band

We hope you will enjoy the show

Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band

Sit back and let the evening go

Sgt. Pepper's Lonely,

Sgt. Pepper's Lonely

Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band

It's wonderful to be here,

it's certainly a thrill

You're such a lovely audience,

we'd like to take you home with us

We'd love to take you home

I don't really wanna stop the show,

But I thought you might like to know

That the singer's gonna sing a song,

And he wants you all to sing along

So let me introduce to you,

The one and only Billy Shears

Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band

Billy

Shears!

What would you think

if I sang out of tune?

Would you stand up

and walk out on me?

Lend me your ears

and I'll sing you a song

And I'll try not to sing out of key

- The hills are alive...

...with the sound of music.

Who is responsible for this?

Rimsky Korsakov?

Guy Lombardo?

My dear friend...

let us not forget

that heaven is blue.

Tomorrow, the world!

Bring in my Bloobers.

- Who?

- Who?

- Who?

- Who?

There you are,

my little Glovey-dovey.

Go get thee hence

and destroy yon upstarts.

Smash them! Squash them! Crash them!

Oblue-terate them!

Here, your Blueness,

have some nasty medicine.

The Glove, the Glove, the Glove!

- Glove?

- Glove?

- Glove?

- Glove?

He's a clever lad, isn't he?

Open your mouth, it won't hurt.

John, you haven't half got a big mouth,

haven't you?

It's easy.

All you need is love.

Love, love, love

Love, love, love

Love, love, love

There's nothing you can do

that can't be done

Nothing you can sing

that can't be sung

Nothing you can say

but you can learn how to play the game

It's easy

All you need is love

All you need is love

All you need is love, love,

Love is all you need

Nothing you can know that isn't known,

Nothing you can see that isn't shown

There's nowhere you can be

that isn't where you're meant to be

It's easy

All you need is love,

(All together now)

All you need is love,

(Everybody)

All you need is love, love,

Love is all you need

All you need is love

All you need is love

All you need is love, love

Go, Glove, lovely Glove.

You took the words

right out of my mouth, John.

Hey, wait, and watch.

It's all in the mind, you know.

Love is all you need

Love is all you need

Hey, that's a funny place

to leave a goldfish bowl.

In Pepperland,

all things are possible.

- It's not a goldfish bowl.

- Just a big glass bowl, then.

- It's blue glass.

- It must be from Kentucky.

There's something inside.

- Four fellas.

- What are they doing there?

They're not having a ball,

that's for sure.

- It can't be.

- It's us.

- But we're here.

- It's Sgt. Pepper's...

- Lonely...

- Hearts Club...

Band.

The resemblance is truly striking.

If I could come in here

I think the theory

put forward by Einstein

could well be applied here.

The people in the ball are obviously

extensions of our own personalities,

suspended, as it were, in time,

frozen in space, according to

the now famous Theory of Relativity,

which, briefly explained,

is simply a matter of taking two eggs...

- John!

- Beating lightly

and adding a little salt and pepper...

- John!

- George?

- How do we get them out?

- Break the glass.

- We can't. It's Beatle-proof.

- Nothing is Beatle-proof.

Have you got your drumsticks with you?

A drum break might shatter it.

- No, I haven't.

- Have a look in your pocket.

I've got a hole in my pocket.

I wonder if...

- Yeah, it still works.

- We take back all we said.

- You're a genius, a sheer genius.

- I know, I know, I know.

- Like coloured telly.

- Like crystal.

They're decanting.

Hello, brother.

Yeah, without a doubt.

- We're the spitting image of each other.

- Golly, yeah.

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