The Beatles In Wonderland

Mad Tea Party (Part 2)

The Beatles applaud again. "Oh, that was lovely!" Said George. "And uh, and now my good men, uh... you were saying that you would like to see... You were seeking some information some kind..." Said the Mad Hatter. "Oh, yes. You see, we're looking for a..." Said Ringo. "Clean cup, clean cup! Move down!" The Mad Hatter said. "But we haven't used our cups!" Said Paul. "Clean cup, clean cup, move down, move down! Clean cup, clean cup, move down!" Said the March Hare.

"Would you like a little more tea?" Asked the Mad Hatter. "Well, we haven't had any yet. So we can't very well take more." Said John. "Ahh, you mean you can't very well take less!" The March Hare said. "Yes! You can always take more than nothing!" The Mad Hatter said. "But I only meant that..." John began.

"Now, good sirs, something seems to be troubling you four. Uh, won't you tell us all about it?" Asked the Mad Hatter. "Start at the beginning." Said the March Hare. "Yes, yes! And when you come to the end, stop! See?" The Mad Hatter said. "Well, it all started while we were in the Cavern with Brian." Paul said. "Very interesting... who's Brian?" The March Hare asked. "Brian's our manager, and he's one cool cat." Said John.

"Cat?" Said the Dormouse. He suddenly goes crazy after hearing that word. The Mad Hatter and March Hare try to restrain him. "Hurry! Get the jam! Quickly! Get the jam! On his nose! Put it on his nose!" Yelled the March Hare. Paul picks up a jar of jam and smears it on the Dormouse's nose with a butterknife.

"My goodness! Those are the things that upset me!" Said the Mad Hatter. "See all the trouble you've started?" The March Hare asked. "But really, we didn't think..." Ringo began. "Ah, but that's the point! If you don't think, you shouldn't talk!" Said the March Hare. "Clean cup, clean cup! Move down, move down, move down!" The Mad Hatter said. "But we still haven't used..." George began. "Move down, move down, move down, move down!" The March Hare said.

"And now, good sirs, as you were saying?" Asked the Mad Hatter. "Oh yes! We said our manager's a cool... you know what." John said. "I do?" The Mad Hatter said with a giggle. "I mean a cool C-A-T." Said John. "Tea?" Asked the Mad Hatter. "Just half a cup, if you don't mind." Said the March Hare. The Mad Hatter pours half a cup for the March Hare. "Come, come, good sirs, don't you care for tea?" The Mad Hatter asked. "Why, yes, we're very fond of tea, but..." Said Ringo. "If you don't care for tea, you could at least make polite conversation!" The March Hare said. "Well, we've been trying to ask you..." Said Paul.

The March Hare bangs a gavel on the table. "I have an excellent idea! Let's change the subject." He said. He hits the Mad Hatter's hat, causing his head to be trapped inside. "Why is a raven like a writing desk?" He asked. "Riddles? Let me see now. Why is a raven like a writing desk?" Asked George. "I beg your pardon?" Asked the Mad Hatter. "Why is a raven like a writing desk?" George asked again. "Why is a what?!" The Mad Hatter asked as his hat came off. "Careful! He's stark raving mad!" Said the March Hare.

John gets up angrily. "But it's your silly riddle! You just said..." He began. "Don't get excited!" Said the Mad Hatter as he backed up in fear. "How about a nice cup of tea?" The March Hare asked. Paul slams his hand on the table. "Have a cup of tea, indeed! Well, I'm sorry, but we just haven't the time!" He yelled. "The time, the time! Who's got the time?" Asked the March Hare.