The Beatles/The Yellow Submarine FanFiction

A/N: I have no idea how many chapters there are going to be but we will see. For now to all my readers what do you think of this fanfic? Believe it or not we are nearly half way through, well really in the middle of the movie. If you have not seen it, give it a go and check it out it is very entertaining despite of the play on words these guys make I highly doubt the Beatles themselves would say things like this (I found myself wrong after watching Help! And A Hard Days Night) but they just follow the writers and director’s orders so maybe they were forced into it I do not know.

Good god when I heard Paul McCartney got sick while doing his Japan tour I almost had a heart attack it is only Ringo and him left to continue the legend! And I still want to meet them before they pass on!

 …. Although meeting those gods is unattainable unless you are the queen or the president of the United States… it sucks.

 Sir Paul is okay now though so let us all keep our fingers cross for the man. Oh and look a hilarious interview with the amazing graham norton

RFFR PLEASE AND THANK YOU!

Sincerely,

P.S: I do not own the Beatles or the movie if I did that bucket list of meeting the Beatles wouldn’t be on my bucket list.

Chapter 5 – The Sea of Monsters

With Ringo lost among the Sea of Monsters we had no choice but to pause in our journey to Pepperland and go and rescue him.

“You would think finding a man among monsters would be an easy task.” I said looking away from the window to John.

“What makes a monster? What makes a man?” John asked me.

I blinked. “Uh...”

“I see footsteps!” George alerted us, saving me from answering.

All of the boys ran to the window Georg had been looking through and gawked at the two strange creatures hopping towards us.

“It’s a pair of kinky boots beasts!” shouted Uncle Fred. “Preparing to attack!”

I ran to the steering wheel yelling. “Get away from the windows!”

They did as I commanded as I dodged the green headed boot and had them both running all about the place trying to lose them.

“These things are stubborn!” I grumbled navigated around the stripped bird sock. “I can’t get them off our trail we will have to do something and fast or we will be in big trouble.

“Press a button then.” Paul recommended clinging to the chair behind me.

“Hey good idea Paul!” I said smiling before pressing a blue button.

Low and behold the submarine assembled a big blue boot that slammed hard onto one of the kinky-boot beast which forced it to step on its partner and the two fled from the submarine screaming and crying. I stood up from the seat to let Uncle Fred take the controls and walked over to Paul smiling.

“Now how did you figure the sub had something like a large boot?” I ask him, raising an eyebrow at him.

Paul shrugged. “Seems like whenever you press a button, unlike Ringo it seems like good things happen.”

I couldn’t exactly disagree with him considering what the sub has done for us.

“Not to mention you have the luck of pressing the right button.”Paul added.

“Perhaps the sub likes Nemo as well.” John says with a hand on his chin.

The submarine mumbled loudly as if confirming John’s thoughts. We all looked at each other before giggling a bit.

“I don’t half miss Ringo.” John says after a moment of silence as we passed an egg monster with large shoes and a tongue of many colours.

“He’s far out there.” George tells me. “Always was.”

“Well he is a bit more colourful than any of you that is for certain.” I replied before looking out the window.

I blinked at what lay before outside the window. “Uncle…. Why is it that I leave at the wheel for merely a minute and we find ourselves once again in front of a monster? We didn’t have this much trouble when we went to look for help.”

“Well I am sorry my dear but need I remind you that I am not actually a sailor and the last time I check neither you or I have the licence to even drive this thing so don’t you start getting lippy with me!” Uncle Fred replied angrily.

“Oy less scolding more searching for- oh here comes Ringo!” Paul exclaimed pointing outside.

Low and behold there he was riding on the long legged beast. “H is for hurry…..!”

As quick as he came, the quick he was gone.

“… There goes Ringo.” John says with a sigh.

“…. Sooo why didn’t we try to catch him while he was close by?” I ask.

“Well I would say it would have something to do with the monster… which has seen us!” George shouted.

In an instant all of us pushed Uncle Fred aside.

“FIND A BOXING BUTTON!” John commanded.

“Who ever heard of a boxing button?” Paul asks in disbelief.

“WHO CARES?” I shout trying to dodge the boxing Barney’s punches. “FIND ONE!”

Unfortunately with all the panic I wasn’t able to get away from a hit to the nose. The submarine tossed and turned us, John grabbed me as we land on the ground and pillowed my fall.

Uncle Fred, looking more determined as he ever had cried out. “Fire one!”

… The next thing I knew he was pressing buttons left and right he even went as far as covering his eyes for goodness sake!

 First a duck came out of the top front, a hand came out ringing a bell, the anchor went down and up, a face with a long nose, some sort of disc thing swung back and forth, the submarine suddenly had a wig, it dropped an iron, Santa popped out of nowhere to take a look around (Merry Christmas by the way everyone!), a flag had THE ROLLING STONE on it sprung out the back, and then it opened a champagne bottle

This did absolutely nothing other than amuse the rap out of the Boxing Barney!

Then my uncle and pressed a button that got rid of out instruments!

“UNCLE!” I shout. “What the blooming hell!”

“Uh oh, wrong one.” He muttered look at me apologetically.

Before I could shout at him, John came up beside me and pointed to the only red button at the wheel.

“That.” He suggested then pressed it.

What it did was extraordinary; the submarine shot out a cigar for the Boxing Barney and was even nice enough to light it for him before leaving a happy dino to smoke to his content. I was able to get us far away in time when the cigar exploded in its face.

“Okay, uncle for now on, you stay near the engines, John you are here with me at the steering, Paul George…. Go do something.” I ordered.

“Well I feel useful.” George said with an eye roll. “Oh by the way, there goes Ringo again.”

“Rides well doesn’t he?” John comment.

I was going to retort when I heard Ringo’s cry. “E is for ergent!”

“Wow uncle your cheerleading skills rubbed off on Ringo.” I snort.

I could feel uncle narrowing his eyes at me, not amused. The Submarine suddenly started turning the other way without my control.

“Oy what’s going on?!” I exclaim in surprise trying to turn the submarine around.

It was then I caught sight of the blue sucking monster from before, it caught the red ball monster that distracted it from before and sucked it in with a gulp.

“Oh no, not the dreaded vacuum flask again!” Paul whined catching sight of it as well.

“We’ll be sucked into oblivion!” George whimpered. “Or even further!”

My uncle ran over to the engine and grabbed a random wheel. “Put it in reverse!”

To everyone’s horror it popped out of its place but Uncle twisted enough to make us go backwards.

“So long, sucker!” George said waving.

Paul, whom was hugging one of the pipes looked out the back window and shouted in fright at the sight of a gapping mouth with large sharp teeth. “AHH! TOO MUCH!

“Too soon.” George muttered.

“Eh!” John shouted at Uncle and I. “Reverse! Reverse!”

 Thankfully Uncle and I got away from the mouth in time.

“Whew, now where the blooming hell is Ringo?” I question looking out of one of the windows.

“Oiy.” John waved to me pointing out to the side windows. “Ringo time.”

I shook my head and turned the sub to the left and there passing by the same monster we just dodged from being eaten was Ringo.

“L is for love me….!” He yells.

“That boy needs a bloody tracking devise!” I mutter turning the sub around and started full speed after the colourful dude.

But I was not the only one after Ringo it seems.

“Indians!” the Beatles exclaimed.

“Oh bloody hell!” I curse as I watch as an Indian, riding on a….. thing throwing his spear -which became like a dozen of arrows- at Ringo and his ride. Poor Ringo was crying for help trying to get away from the arrows aimed at him.

“P is for Please….!” He cried desperately.

My eyes almost bulged out when like hundreds more of Indians came upon the Cliffside looking down as Ringo ran around the rock to get away from his pursuer.

John came to me side, lifting his leg and said. “So press a button.”

With a tap of a foot, the Calvary arrived… from inside the sub. The boys and I gaped as they charged into battle, fight for a few seconds before claiming Ringo as theirs and ran back into the sub cheering in victory. Ringo began taking out some arrows as we surrounded him asking how he was.

“How was it, Ringo?” John asks.

“’Arrowing.” He replies taking the last two arrows out.

“Well I am glad you are alright Ringo.” I said coming up to hug him. “Just next time don’t touch any button.”

“No worries luv I have learned my lesson.” Ringo assured me.

I smiled. “Well come on lads we only have so much time before the Blue meanies decide to do worse to our people.”

“Right oh dear!” Uncle Fred agreed fully.

The boys went to the engines with Uncle Fred while I took the wheel once more. I was just about to go full speed ahead until I saw the vacuum flask monster passing by, sucking all the monsters in its path.

“Oh crap.” I mutter before I started to press the full speed button harder but something was wrong.

Paul spotted the monster next. “Look who’s back, full speed ahead Nemo!”

“I am trying! But something is wrong!” I told them.

“Oh no!” Ringo cried out.

“The motor’s packing in.” John told me

“By all the sea nymphets, we’re losing power!” Uncle Fred yelled.

“And we’re being swallowed, what shall we do?” George asks.

“Serve tea.” John said bringing a tray with tea and crumpets.

“Lovely.” George complimented.

“…. What is wrong with you people!” Uncle Fred and I shouted at the boys.