The Beatles In Wonderland

Very Good Advice

"I've had enough nonsense!" Yelled Paul. "Me too! We're going home! Straight home!" Said John. "That rabbit. Who cares where he's going anyway? Why, if it hadn't been for him we..." Said Ringo before pausing. "What is it, Ringo?" Asked George. "There's a sign, and it says Tulgey Wood." Ringo said. "Hmm, I don't remember this." John said. "Me neither. Let's keep moving." George said. "Follow the signs, though. They might help." Paul said.

A pair of glasses with legs peek from the shadows. "Let's see..." Said John. The glasses land on his shoulders, and he looks into a mirror bird in front of him. "Come on now, no more nonsense." Said Ringo while taking the glasses off of John.

"Okay, if we came this way, we should go back this way!" Said George. He accidentally steps on a horn that quacks like a duck. "Oh! I beg your pardon!" He said. The Beatles come across some more random creatures. John rubs his forehead overwhelmingly. "Goodness. When we get home, I shall write a book about this place." He said. "If we ever do get home." Said Paul.

A river with umbrella birds is up ahead. "Oh, um, excuse me! Um, could one of you tell us..." Called Ringo. The umbrella birds give them cold stares. "Uh... never mind." George said.

The nervous lads keep walking. "Oh dear. It's getting dreadfully dark. And nothing looks familiar." John said. "I shall certainly be glad when we get out of..." Paul began. His back hits a birdcage with a bird for a head and a cage for a body. "It would be so nice if something would make sense for a change!" Ringo said.

Birds with hammers and pencils for heads are making signs. "There's a message, and it says, 'Don't step on the momeraths'. The momeraths?!" Said John. Tiny creatures scurry and form an arrow. "Look, lads, a path!" Said Ringo excitedly. "Oh thank goodness! Why, I just knew we'd find one sooner or later!" Said George. "If we hurry back, we might even be home in time for tea! Amanda and the Russos will be so happy to see us!" Said Paul with a smile.

"I just can't wait 'till we..." Ringo began. Their excitement was suddenly cut short by a dog-like creature with brooms for a face and tail sweeping up the path. "Oh dear! Now we'll never get out of here!" Paul said near tears. He and the others sit on the ground sadly. "Well, when one's lost, I suppose it's good advice to stay where you are, until someone finds you. But who'd ever think to look for us here?" John asked. "If we listened earlier, we wouldn't be here! But that's just the trouble with us." George said.

The Beatles sadly sing to themselves.

Ringo: We give ourselves very good advice
But we very seldom follow it
That explains the trouble that we're always in

John: Be patient, is very good advice
But the waiting makes us curious
And we'd love the change
Should something strange begin

George: Well we went along our merry way
And we never stopped to reason
 We should have know there'd be a price to pay
Someday...someday

Paul: We give ourselves very good advice
But we very seldom follow it
Will we ever learn to do the things we should?

All hope seemed lost for the Beatles, so there was nothing left for them to do... but cry.