So I got bored in quarentine and was binge watching all those Barbie movies I loved as a kid. So I thought why not combine my two most fixated obsessions at the moment and recreate those films but with the Beatles? Thus the Beatles Barbie B-adaptations were born!!
Our story opens up in an abandoned looking manor hidden in some deep dark woods, didn't help that there was a hidden wall blocking off any intruders. More importantly it was implemented to keep a certain someone inside. Sitting in the gazebo was a young man who's auburn hair was down below his knees, got to be a joker but he just do what he please. Most of the time anyways.
Today he was serenading himself with his guitar, it was worn and missing a string but was it was all he had. He cherished it dearly, as he didn't get to play often. "Another little ditty you wrote there Lenny?" A voice perked up from the other end of the room. Trotting in was no average person, I can tell you that... Alright I'll stop with the song references now.
"Huh? Oh hey Paul, ya sure you didn't just come in because you wanted more chocolate olivers?" John smirked, watching as the doe eyed faun approach. "Aw well, have one on me anyways."
Grinning widely, he happily munched away at his biscuit. "Hey wait up Macca!"
Coming in through the window was a large violet dragon with large floppy ears. "A little help here? I wanna hear Johnny's latest composition too!"
Sighing, Paul lent a hand to his scaled companion. "George, why don't you ever use the door? I had it adjusted just so you can fit!"
"Sorry, I was so excited to hear I didn't think to use it. Urrgh, what were you singing about this time? I bet it was heavenly." He giggled, sitting down next to his friends.
"Well, this one is called If I Fell.. I was thinking of singing it to an audience someday, if I could get out of this manor and out into the world.." Strumming a couple notes, John begun to sang another tune he had on his mind. He'd have written them all down but he just didn't have enough pens, unfortunately that didn't last much longer.
"Ah!! Phil alert!! He's coming!" Paul panicked, although the man in question was miles away a faun had much better ears than a regular human. "Here, George and I will clean up, you just get his tea and whatever else he'd demand today."
Coming down the steps, John was met with a slightly less irate Phil than usual, though that wasn't saying much. "Had a nice time out Sir Phil?"
He was only met with a snort. "Your fingers are all calloused. Why do you spend all your life wasting away at your guitar when you have this entire manor to tend to?"
"Grr, glad that annoying weasel wasn't put in this story too.."
"What was that?"
"Eep! Anyways I have already done everything, cleaned the windows, did the dusting, scooped up the dragon guano and your tea's almost ready." John grinned, trying to lighten the mood. Obviously it didn't work.
"I've cared for you since you were a little child, and here you are wasting time with your music? It won't get you anywhere in life, how many times must I tell you this? No matter, make sure my tea steeps for no less than six minutes. Three biscuits on the side and this time make sure you don't forget the saucer!"
"Yeah yeah, why do cups come with saucers anyways?"
Down in the tiny kitchen, the trio were busy waiting for the minutes to pass by. "I don't see why you and George have to keep putting up with that old coot. He's nothing but mad to me!" Paul grumbled, eying the buttery biscuits John laid out.
"You know why, Paul." The older man whispered to him. "And besides, it's not like I've got any other family here. Ugh, fire's about to go out."
Just as he reached for a match, George butted in. "Oh let me do it! Please? I can spit out a big stream of fire in seconds flat!"
"Well... Alright Magpie, but be careful. Upstairs you had a real smoke, literally."
Standing back, the supposed big stream turned out to be just a tiny ember bouncing into the fireplace. "Aw, I swear I could do much better!" He whined, his tail smacking against one of the gargoyle statues on the side of the fireplace. "Umm, I think I can f-"
But before he could finish his sentence, stairs formed right at his feet. He would have fallen in if he didn't back up... And right on top of Paul. "Ugh, you couldn't have moved over onto John?"
"I'm not that heavy!"
"Quiet you both! We got an entire chapter to spare, I bet there could be some neat hidden treasure down there."
"Wow, I figured this place would be a lot dustier. Considering I never went down here, what's Phil got to hide anyways?" John remarked, the cellar wasn't lit so he had to carry a torch down alongside Paul and George. "Wow, looks like he's been invited to quite a lot of balls. Check out all these invites!"
"What I'd like to know is who in their right mind would invite someone like him to a fancy ball? Pfft, he's more suited for weird cults if you ask me." The doe eyed faun grumbled, tearing through the invites. "Dated all the way back before I was even born, would he have looked any better?"
"Who knows? But check this out!" A scaled, violet hand gently picked up an old portrait of what looked like a younger Phil Spector alongside a young redhead, however her face was completely hidden away from scratch marks and tears at the paper. "Whoever she is must have gotten him really pissed, maybe an ex or just an annoying relative that really struck a nerve. Right John?"
However the auburn haired man didn't respond, his eyes were glued to an old wooden box on the counter. Carved on the front was a small blackbird surrounded by clovers, it hadn't been touched in many years from the looks of it. "Wow.. I wonder what's inside."
Carefully lifting off the top, he found it housed a small harmonica. "Looks like there's something written on it. Bright are the stars that shine, dark is the sky. I know this love of ours, will never die, we love you. Mother and father?"
This got John confused, he was always told that he was an unplanned child that was thrown out onto the streets. "He said he found me and took me in, but then who else could have made this? It ain't his handwriting and I don't think he ever had a wife."
"Nothing but trouble he is! If I had my way with Phil I'd have given him the what for! Wait how long were we here for again?"
"It's been only five minutes, still got one more to spare. We'll come back tonight, I want to know why Phil would hide this from me."
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"Adequate, for a change. Now close the curtains! I expect no noise from now on, so don't even think about playing on that oversized piece of driftwood." Phil ordered, laying back down on his king sized bed.
"Yes Phil sir.. Not a peep out of me. Don't cane me sir, if I ever disobey you I been lead astr-"
"That will do John!"
Silently snickering, he shut the doors tight and crept back down to the cellar. "Coast is clear now, I wonder what else this old place has to offer."
"Nothing but old ball invites here, I was hoping for some buried treasure here!" George muttered, stomping his foot on the ground. "Ah! Aw great, how are we gonna fix this?"
"Wait, it leads somewhere." Reaching for his lantern, John slowly climbed down the conveniently placed ladder just below the hole in the floor. "It'll just be a short while."
"You can't just go alone there, what if Phil wakes up and finds out you've gone?!"
"Aw why Paul, it's so nice of you to come along with me."
"Well... I.. Umm.. I don't think a faun would do so well out in the open, especially with wolves and bears out there."
"... I guess I'll just go with him."
Bad idea, as just one leg in got him stuck. "Don't wait up for me John! I'll be there in just a sec, urrghh.. They sure don't make trapdoors like they used to. Hey Paul give me a push will you? I'm sure I can make it with just a little umpf!"
Chuckling at his youngest friend, John tiptoed through the underground passage. He never gone beyond the magic wall, he was about to find what wonders could be just waiting for him on the other side.
