Who lives in an Abbey Road under the sea?
They got their answer once they were back under the sea, but not as mermen. "AH!!! WHERE ARE MY PANTS?!" John panicked, covering his naughty bits.
"Bruh, you act like you've never pulled them down in the studio ever." Paul pointed out, only for a giant hand to come by and put a pair of jeans on John.
"That's more like it."
"Ah, now ze Beatles have arrived under ze sea, to do zer Beatley business."
"Who said that?! Are you a ghost?!" Ringo panicked. "I think the sky is talking to us!"
"Well **** if I kn-wait.." George there was trying to say a four letter word, but it got cut off by the sound of a dolphin squeak.
All of a sudden a realistic fish head popped up beside them. "You have entered the Spongeverse! A cartoon you may never have heard of because it aired thirty five years after you formed. And as this is a kids' cartoon, you are prohibited from saying any of the thirteen dirty words."
"You mean we can't cuss?! Well this sucks barnacles." Paul grumbled.
"Ah ah, moisour McCartney. Ze ciseaux you are looking for are a prize for ze fry cook games." The French narrator sassed.
"Fry cook?. But none of us know how to cook! At least not any artery clogging, grease soaked excuse for food." John grumbled.
"Wait, you there!! Reading this story right now! Have you watched Spongebob?"
"Yeah-" You respond. "They go do the frycook games, so the best chef out of all of you could win." And then I loaded their brains with all the SpongeBob info they could take in.
"That means John, he's a real cooking enthusiast. You gonna win this for us?"
"I'm ready!! FOR THE BEATLES!!! AND RINGO WILL BE MY SOUS CHEF!!!"
"Let's hope he wins this. I always wondered why fish had no problem when it came to eating chum."
"How's that?"
"Because it's dead fish!" George screamed, loud enough for whoever was dumb enough to eat chum to hear, making them run in terror from the Chum Bucket.
"Also how could people see Plankton? Because aren't plankton nearly invisible?"
"Well I guess? I don't know, I'm not a marine biologist. And here's the thing, it's a cartoon, logic doesn't have to make sense." Paul said.
"I can believe that. The creator of SpongeBob was a marine biologist tho. Hey why are we standing around here? We better go see how those two are doing!"
"One minute later."
The final match has begun, all the contestants had to do now was sing about food.
Ringo then started singing in his smexy deep voice of his. He made the judges swoon of his song just about lettuce, he then started to sing about carrots but it sounded sexual which got the crowd to go wild. And that's how Ringo won the fry cook championship.
"Here is your prize Mr Starr!" The Bikini Bottom mayor exclaimed, handing Ringo a trophy with the scissors inside. "You have the voice that makes all the girls swoon."
"More than swoon, they're chasing us like back at home!! RUN!! Before we're trampled by a giant whale and her friends!!" Ringo shrieked, running back towards his mates.
