Act 1: One New Friend For The Price Of Three

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*Scene opens in The Beatles Household during a sunnny day. John is on the couch watching tv in the living room, George is in the kitchen, Paul is entering the living room from the dining room, and Ringo is staring out of a window in the living room that overlooks the front porch.*

*Credits of "The Way Out Creatures From Planet Glom" play on the tv*

John: You know, this movie really is less of an experience the more times you've seen it.

Paul: Huh?

Paul: *Recognizes the credits*

Paul: Oh yeah, that one. Those creatures are really much more "Way Out" when you've seen them in person.

John: Ugh, don't remind me.

George: *Comes in from the kitchen*

George: What movie are you talking about?

John: The one with the big goopy globby creatures with 17 arms and long, fuzzy claws, remember?

George: Oh, right... Man, I still remember the night we watched that.

Paul: That was right when its theatre run was about done. Considering what happened afterwards, I don't know if we were lucky to see it on the big screen.

John: You were right, though. They certainly were more "Way Out" in person than on film.

George: Worst viewing experience I've ever had.

Ringo: At least they were kind enough to let us go home.

*Paul sighs and goes to sit on the couch*

Paul: Can you turn the TV to something else? I don't like thinking about that whole fiasco.

*John switches it to another channel*

John: Alright. I can still like the movie despite that, but I get it.

George: Billions of miles away from home... It's a miracle we're here once you think about it.

Paul: Space can be scary...

*Ringo turns from looking out the window and looks at Paul*

Ringo: I just hope that she doesn't come back looking for us.

John: I doubt that that's ever going to happen, Ringo. How many months has it been? 4?

George: Not long enough, I say.

Ringo: I know. I just can't help but think about what she may be doing about it.

Paul: Can we stop talking about it? It's our week off, and I'd rather not spend it being paranoid.

George: Eh, she probably still doesn't know we're gone. Those aliens changed into us just fine. I wouldn't worry about it.

*Bartholomew hops in, covered in cobwebs and croaking*

John: What's up with him.

Ringo: Ah, he probably tried to eat some spiders again.

Paul: You know frogs. They'll eat anything.

*Paul glances at George*

Paul: *whispering* Much like another person I know...

George: I heard that!

Ringo: Come on, Bartholomew. I'm gonna have to wash all of that off.

*Ringo walks over to Bartholomew and picks him up, causing small pieces of the cobwebs to fall off*

Ringo: *sneezes*

John: You know something? I still don't know why you'd rather have a frog as a pet over a dog or cat, Ringo.

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