Meanwhile back at the old diner, John the walrus remained in his glass chamber, not moving a muscle, not even a little nose twitch. It took around four needles full of sedatives to put him to sleep for a couple hours, but just enough time for the two mad scientists to come up with a trap for their escapees.

"It won't be easy to lure them back here, especially as we don't know how far off they went. McCartney especially as he can fly, must have been a result of his immune system reacting differently." Dr. Himmel remarked, keeping a close eye on their prisoner.

"But his younger friend, I know the perfect trap for him." Smirking, a large bowlful of fries was set out on the balcony. "That little glutton was a sucker for the fries here. Just the scent of these will send him in a frenzy!"

"Um, are you will he'll be able to smell them from miles away?"

"Along with the newfound jaw on his stomach, his sense of smell increased tenfold. He could smell a tiny drop of chocolate syrup as far as the next city! Now all we need to do is wait for him to come to us."

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It turns out they weren't the only ones on the lookout for George. After the long nap, the two remaining Beatles thought it would be best to search for him before daylight hit.

Ringo initially suggested to split up to cover more ground, but Paul didn't want him out of his sight. After the whole ordeal with the experimentation he wasn't comfortable going anywhere by himself. "Get on my back Ringsie, I can fly us around to find Magpie!"

Carefully making sure he didn't sit on any of his spikes, Ringo hung onto the blue bat's shoulders as they took off into the night sky. The drummer was smart enough to bring a flashlight, not that it provided much light but it was better than just fumbling about in the dead of night.

"I just hope he's alright.. I still don't remember much of how they look, just that they were in so much pain and are barely human anymore." Paul asked, although he thought it best he didn't know. He just wanted to see his brothers as human again.

"He's like a giant mouthed spider... Bird..... Thing. With a mouth that goes up from his neck down to his navel, full of so many jagged teeth.. He's like something out of a horror movie now, and John?... John, he's a human walrus hybrid. I think he's the most broken out of us all, he can only moan and bark."

Paul's heart sank upon hearing his best friend being in such a state of mind. He could vaguely remember the moans for help, John's voice being nearly unrecognizable alongside his mutated appearance. "If I get my hands on those jerks!! How dare they treat us like lab rats!"

"It makes me wonder, could there have been others before us? Just the thought of finding more mutated victims gives me the shivers... It's time those two went do-"

But before he could finish his sentence, a loud screech filled the air. When it was followed by the skittering of multiple legs Ringo knew who it was. "Ah!! It's George! It must be him, he's just close by!"

Diving down, Paul landed just a block away from the massive diner. "Urrgh, I was hoping not to see this old place again. Why would Georgie want to come back here after what they did?"

He got his answer when the feathered spider Beatle skittered to follow the scent of the fries. But before he could go back inside he was tackled by his batty bandmate. "You got to get a hold of yourself Hazza!"

All he got in response was more screeching and George's belly maw biting his tail. Both wound up bleeding from the sharp teeth and spikes puncturing their skin, but that didn't stop Paul from holding down his gluttonous baby brother.

"Richie, how were you able to snap me out of my mindless phase?"

He was in a state of panic at that moment as well, but he did recall that he was able to remind his younger bandmate by singing to him. If it worked with Paul it must be the way to remind George of his humanity as well.

"Your day breaks, your mind aches

You find all her words of kindness linger on

When she no longer needs you."

It was definitely a song Ringo had never heard before, must have been something Macca had been working on while they were still in the studio.

"She wakes up, she makes up

She takes her time and doesn't feel she has to hurry

She no longer needs you."

As Paul continued to sing, George's struggling lessened as he paid more attention to the music. His mind began to fill with tiny increments of memories, it wasn't a lot but he could never forget the singing. Eventually he stopped trying to free himself and slumped into Paul's many arms.

"Georgie? You feeling better?"

Unfortunately all they got in response was a little chirp, but it was better than nothing. "Paul, you take George back to the hotel."

"But aren't we supposed to save John too?"

"Right now you guys are in danger, with those jerks trying to lure George here. I'll go free John alone, you guys matter most to me."

"But we want to help too!"

"Paul, I'll be alright. You and George head back, I'll get John faster than you can say I Wanna Be Your Man."