In a place far far away, an abandoned mansion lies at the center of a remote forest.

A group of four Liverpudlian friends who call themselves The Beatles, explore the forest and stumble in great trouble.

"Hey guys, do you see that fire over there?" said Paul, avoiding the ants crawling beneath him.

"I don't know Macca. Maybe someone's just lost or somethin'" said John, the leader of the pack.

"Where are we going anyway? I hear noise and some bloke goin' insane. Whoever that was he must be must stoned." said George while peering over the rustling bushes.

Suddenly, a young man with dark curly hair and a hat just emerged scaring the Fab four. He was holding a guitar and a bonfire was lit up. The four tried to back slowly just to get caught in a trap. Nothing to do, nowhere to go, five figures appear to them taking the four somewhere else sinister...

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"W-Where are we?"

"I'm afraid you guys just got into a jungle full of wild animals." the voice was familiar as if he was the one setting the trap.

"What?! Who are you, and why in the world would you put us in a freakin trap?!"

"Sorry, just kidding." the man chuckled. "My name's Slash and my friends got sent here to fetch you guys inside this mansion."

"Time's up Slash I'll handle this myself!" a man with red hair showed up with a baseball bat shoved the guitarist away from the boys they've caught. "Looks like you could be one of us now." the redhead said, smiling sinisterly.

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"Good job boys. Now, put them down there. I don't want anyone picking on them." a man who looked like he came from a disco movie sat on a makeshift throne then approaches the four and puts up a friendly smile. "Now, where were we?"

"We beg you sir, please please don't hurt us. We will do anything you want!" pleaded John.

The man laughed. "Don't worry son, I won't cause any harm. I will just show you the many wonders this place holds." And with that, the five began exploring the whole mansion a while.

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"Welcome to the house of Classic Rock, we got fun and games! We got everything you want, honey we know the names!"

"Isn't there supposed to be a greeting community or is it just you?" said George.

"Well, since everyone's just busy doing their thing so it's me or my girlfriend, Janis Joplin. My name is Elvis Presley, the landlord of this mansion. How about you lads?"

"My name's George Harrison. I play lead guitar then this is John Lennon, he's the leader of our group and he plays rhythm guitar then our bassist Paul McCartney and our drummer Ringo Starr. We were a band called The Beatles."

"Splendid! You guys could definitely fit in with all the other guys in this mansion. Let me introduce you now to the other rockers." mused Elvis.

The group approached the hallway were a blond guy pretends like he's an alien accompanied by a guy  who pokes him with a mic stand whilst prancing around like a madman.

"Ground control to Major Tom, I order you to take your pills. You're going slightly mad again." said the guy with a mic stand.

"Major Tom to Ground control, look who's talking, a guy with bananas on his head!" mused the blond. Together, they were laughing like good friends.

"As you can see, Major Tom is David Bowie and Ground control is just Freddie Mercury." said Elvis to the four.

"Uh hi?" greeted Ringo.

"Ah! Aliens!" exclaimed David.

"We better get going then."

The group then approach a room were a band were jamming something that sounded like jazz.

"That's Emerson, Lake and Palmer if you ask me."

"Guys, I think I should use the bathroom now." said Paul.

"Maybe not now. Keith Moon must be planning on some new trick to execute." warned Elvis.

They then entered the garden were  four figures are having a break. A curly blond haired guy was singing about how he liked The Lord of the Rings. A wavy black haired guy was reading something that better have something to do with devils and stuff. A brown haired guy was tapping his knees making up a beat and a caramel haired guy was jamming his mandolin.

"There's Led Zeppelin."

"Intriguing."

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After a long trip, The Beatles are then officialy declared as members of the household.

"You know, every week, there is always a band that would somehow find their way to this household."

As if on cue, another band just found their way here looking confused. "I-Is this w-where we came in?" a curly black haired man asked.

"Looks like we're not alone then." said John.

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What do you guys think is the band at the end? To whoever guessed it right will get free pizza delivered by our dearest Rush!