How the Beatles Saved Equestria
Please Please Me
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And she never walk down Lime Street any more,
Oh the judge he guilty found her
For robbing a homeward bounder
That dirty no good robbin' Maggie Mae!
To the port of Liverpool
They returned me to
“Two pounds ten a week, that was my pay!” The Beatles all enthusiastically chanted together as they finished their song, grinning wide, happy smiles as they skipped along. They all laughed heartily at each other as the four mares in front of them continued to lead the way, every now and then one of them giving them a glance.
“That’s what they call music in their world?” Rarity questioned as she turned back to Twilight. “It’s so different and, foreign…”
“I guess so, though George did sing me an amazing song earlier… I guess music in their world must be very diverse… ”
The four musicians behind them ignored their hushed whispers and glances, just having a good time as they paced down the road. “Oh that song never gets old! I’m telling you Paul, we have to put that on an album some day!” John roared as he jabbed his friend playfully with a hoof.
“I don’t know John; it was great back in the days when we were the Quarrymen, but now? We should be putting our own music on the albums, not some old folk songs.”
John shot his friend a somewhat hurt glance after his reply. “Come on Paul, we can’t have our albums filled with just our own material. Remember back when we used to cover all those old rock songs? They weren’t ours, but we still had a blast.”
The other two Beatles nodded in agreement while Paul just shook his head in annoyance. This was a seemingly more common sight between the four musicians, petty arguments that only served to create tension among them. Though as usual they simple ignored the incident and continued about at the task at hand.
Before long the eight of them found themselves at a quaint little cottage beside a large, threatening forest. The four mares told them to stay while they entered the small building, warning them not to touch anything. Of course as soon as they had left the Beatles began wandering around inspecting the random objects and animals that were in the area.
“Oi, do you think these are chickens?” Ringo asked as he stared at several white, clucking birds fenced in a wooden pen. “They sure look like chickens to me.”
“Well if it looks like a chicken, walks like a chicken and talks like a chicken then it probably is a chicken!” John declared as he examined several nearby white rabbits. “Though it might not be, they could just be some species that looks like a chicken. I guess we’ll never know…”
“Hmm… is there anything to do around here except stare at animals? I never would have guessed being a pony was so boring…” George groaned as he finally got bored of watching the same, identical singing birds from his world flap about.
“I’ve got an idea…” Paul smirked as he paced over to John. “You’re it!” He laughed, tapping his friend with one hoof before bolting away.
“I’ll get you, you bugger!” John returned his grin as he chased after him, George soon joining in on their game of tag.
As the three others Beatles ran about, Ringo was left frowning at the forest. He was certain that just moments ago he had seen movement among the trees, so he merely stood watching them intently. Finally he saw movement again, only catching sight of a black blur before it disappeared into the dark trees.
“Uh, lads?” Ringo asked cautiously to the others, not taking his eyes off of the forest.
“Not now Ringo, can’t you see we’re in a heated game of tag?” John snapped as he dodged one of George’s hooves, laughing as he jumped away and ran amongst the lush grass.
“But I really think that-”
“Hey we’re trying to concentrate here!” Paul cut him off as he was then suddenly tagged by the guitarist. “Ah blimey, look what you made me do; now I’m it!”
Ringo sighed as he finally turned away from the forest, disliking how once again he was disregarded by his band mates. I really wish they would listen to me sometimes, it really get’s annoying gettin’ ignored all the time…
Ten minutes later the four of them were all sprawled out across the tall grass, breathing heavy heaves as they recovered from their game. Finally they heard the door to the cottage open, and they all jumped up to see Twilight and her friend’s accompanied by a yellow colored pegasus. She was a beautiful thing, with cute innocent eyes and a luscious, flowing mane of cotton candy pink.
“These are the four warriors? My, I never would have though them to be so… handsome…” She stated quietly as she looked them over.
“Well I think they’re them. I haven’t exactly seen them vanquish any evil yet, but they sure seem to fit the description.”
Twilight stated as she walked over to them. “So now we just need to get one more of my friends, then we’ll be off to Canterlot!”
“Great! So let’s be off lads, we have a nation to save!” John yelled as he nodded at the other Beatles. Before long the nine of them were heading down a dirt road, towards what seemed to be a massive mansion made of clouds floating in the distance.
“So these four are from another world?” Fluttershy asked as she continued to stare at them, greatly amused by their goofy, eccentric personalities so far. “Wow, it must have been hard for the Princess to get them here!”
The statement set off a thought in Paul’s mind, and he quickly turned towards Twilight. “Hey, how did we get sent here anyway?” He questioned the lavender unicorn.
“Well you see-” Twilight went to answer but was abruptly cut off by John.
“Well if Einstein’s Theory of Relativity is in fact correct, then we can assume that…”
“Oh great, look what you did Paul…” George shot his friend an annoyed glance as John continued to babble on about his long, complicated hypothesis.
“It’s not my fault! She didn’t answer it fast enough!” Paul replied, pointing his hoof accusingly at the lavender mare.
“- This world may just be a parallel dimension where ponies have evolved to the dominate species instead of Homo-sapiens, this of course…”
The three Beatles all rolled their eyes and groaned as John continued talking, merely ignoring their pleas for him to stop.
“John.”
“-We must have been transported here through some sort of powerful magic, and or medieval sorcery. For all we know…”
“John!”
“-Though I dare say we could be-”
“JOHN!!!” The other three Beatles yelled, finally snapping John out of his rambling.
“Yes?” He looked at them curiously as if he had done nothing wrong.
“We’re here.”
John looked up to see a magnificent house of clouds suspended in the sky. A brilliant, multi colored rainbow gushed from the top and cascaded down one side like a waterfall. The clouds were shaped into elegant pillars, windows and roofs that gave the building a classical sort of feel.
“Blimey, I would sure love to live there.” Paul commented as the four of them stared up in awe.
“I’ll say, though the mortgage on a place like this is probably ridiculous.” George joked as they came to stop behind the five mares.
Twilight turned to her yellow pegasus friend. “Alright Fluttershy, since you’re the only one who has wings you’ll have to go get Rainbow.”
“Oh sure thing!” She grinned happily at her before taking off into the air. “I’ll be back really quick, I promise!” The group of them watched the pegasus fly up to the palace of clouds before quickly disappearing inside.
As they waited for their final friend, conversations finally started between the mysterious musicians and Twilight’s friends.
“So what’s music in your world like? Is it fun and fast paced? That’s how I like my music, something you can really move your hooves too!” Pinkie Pie chirped hastily to John.
“Well some of our music’s like that, you’d probably really like ‘Twist and Shout’ than! Though I haven’t sung that one in years…”
“Is all your music as rowdy and inaudible as the one you were singing before? You see in our world music is taken as a very serious art, especially in Canterlot.” Rarity explained to George.
“Not all of it, I mean there’s some bands out there that make music like that all the time. Not ours though, most of the time our songs are about love.” The lead guitarist replied as he continued to stare at the house made of clouds.
A bit apart from the group, Paul and Twilight were talking, the bassist constantly shooting her smirks in between sentences.
“And which instrument do you play? Does it even exist in our world?”
“The bass and yes it does exist here. A little different from ours though, it’s a bit longer and the chords are closer together.” He replied before grinning at her, causing Twilight to blush for what must have been the tenth time.
The only one not talking was Ringo, who was staring cautiously at the road behind them. Once again he was sure he had seen something, and to insure that he wasn’t losing his mind he continued to stare. After a minute of nothing he turned around to his friends. “I’m telling you lads, there’s something following us! I swear on me life that I saw something!”
“Hey you shouldn’t swear Ringo.” John joked, not even giving his friend a glance.
“Yeah, they say it’s really vulgar and rude!” Paul chuckled before continuing his conversation with Twilight.
Ringo merely sighed again before staring down at the ground. He was surprised when he felt a hoof on his back, and upon looking up he saw the yellow earth pony smiling at him.
“Hey there partner, no need to be sad!” Applejack assured as she grinned at him.
“And why’s that? Me friends never listen to me…” Ringo sighed, the cowpony’s attempts to comfort him falling short.
“Well Ah’m sure they care about ya, it’s just you really have to show them you’re serious! Really put your hoof down and make them listen to ya!”
“Yeah, I guess you’re right!” Ringo declared, shooting his head up towards his friends. “I will stand up for meself! They won’t ignore me anymore! Hey lads!”
The other three Beatles sighed and turned to look at their drummer. “What is it now Ringo? Did you see your own shadow?” John chuckled as he stared at him.
“No I-”
Before Ringo could make his statement, Fluttershy finally arrived, accompanied by a cyan pegasus. They landed in front of him, stopping the drummer mid sentence. He was at a loss for words as they paced over to Twilight and talked hastily.
After a few moments Twilight turned to the rest of them. “Alright, let’s go to Canterlot! We have a country to save!”
The other Beatles and mare’s followed Twilight back onto the road, leaving a depressed Ringo in their wake. He sighed once again before trailing behind them.
“And here we are the capital of Equestria, Canterlot!” Twilight exclaimed as they finally came to the massive gate in front of the towering city. The Beatles looked on in amazement, hardly believing that ponies would have been able to build such things.
“Wow, now that’s what I call a city!” John cried out as they passed several armored guards and entered the capital. Massive buildings of polished white stone surrounded them, and literally hundreds of ponies were running back and forth. It was defiantly a far busier place then Ponyville.
“So where are we off to? You said something about a Princess right?” Paul questioned as he turned away from a rather cute pink mare.
“Yes, she’s at the palace. You can see it right there actually!” She pointed a hoof upwards, and just in the distant they could make out several tall magnificent towers. “Make sure to keep close, this place is a lot bigger then Ponyville!”
They set off into the city, passing ponies of all colors and sizes and species. However when they entered a large clearing, all the Beatles eyes were set on a large stage. In front of it was a huge crowd of ponies, all of which were watching several musicians perform.
There were six of them, each of them playing violins, cellos and other brass and string instruments. As they finally finished their rather boring song, they bowed and the crowd responded with a light applause.
“And that was the last act! The judges will now tally their votes and decided the best group!” A blue pegasus pony said from the side of the stage, quite obviously the announcer.
“Hey chaps, we could beat those fools!” John insisted to his band mates as they broke off from Twilight and her friends.
“But I thought we had to save Equestria?” George asked, still unsure about his friends’ idea.
“Ah this place isn’t going anywhere anytime soon! We can play a few songs, now let’s go!” The four of them quickly rushed onto the stage, much to the disapproval of the announcer.
“Hey, the contest is over! There are no more acts!” He insisted, trying his best to shove them off of the stage.
“Hey all we want to do is play, can’t we have a chance?”
“Well you should have signed up be-”
The announcer was cut off when an elegant purple mare appeared from behind the curtain and smiled at him. “Let these four idiots play, what does it matter? It’s not like peasants like these can play better than us. We’re the finest symphony in all of Canterlot!”
The announcer swallowed and finally nodded. “Al-alright, if you wish so Miss. I’ll go discuss this with the judges…”
As the pegasus went to talk with the judges in front of the stage, the four Beatles we’re huddled around each other discussing their game plan.
“Alright, now what should we play? We need something really good to impress these high class ponies.” John asked his fellow musicians.
“How about ‘I Want To Hold your Hand’?” Paul suggested.
“I doubt these ponies even know what a hand is… No, we need something better…”
George thought for a minute before throwing in his suggestion. “What about ‘While My Guitar Gently Weeps’? I think that’s the perfect song to blow away these ponies.”
Both John and Paul shook their heads. “No we haven’t played that song nearly enough! We need something we’ve played a lot before...”
Suddenly all four of them grinned as they thought of the perfect song.
The announcer finally made his way onto the stage and approached the four musicians. “Alright, the judges have decided that you can play! There’s plenty of instruments back stage, so take whatever you need. Although I truly think this is a waste of everpony’s time…”
The Four Beatles grinned, and then quickly hurried back stage to grab their equipment. Within a couple minutes they were set up.
Last night I said these words to my girl,
I know you never even try, girl,
Come on!
Come on!
Come on!
Come on!
Please, please me, whoa yeah
Like I please you!
At first the crowd was unsure of what to make of the music, as it was so different and foreign compared to the classical music the upper class ponies had come to love. However, as they listened to the four musician’s play they couldn’t help but tap their hooves to the beat. The perfect harmony of their vocals was like an angels harp to their ears, and the accompanying drums and guitar only served to attach themselves more to the music.
Come on!
Come on!
Come on!
Come on!
Please, please me, whoa yeah,
Like I please you,
Despite the crowd, the judges looked on in disapproval. Several of them frowned at the music, completely disliking the new sounds that were currently assaulting their ears. However the crowd was now yelling rambunctiously at this point, absolutely loving the music the four musicians were producing.
Mare’s jumped up and down just like they had done in Ponyville, like they were in a trance that was created by their music. They screamed their lungs out at The Beatles, unable to keep back the mysterious attraction that was in their heart.
Last night I said these words to my girl,
I know you never even try, girl.
Come on!
Come on!
Come on!
Come on!
Please, please me, whoa yeah
Like I please you
Whoa yeah, like I please you!
Whoa yeah, like I please you!
The Beatles bowed as they finished their song, the rounding applause drowning out every sound in the area. However, despite the crowd absolutely loving it, the judges shook their heads in disapproval..
“Horrible! They have no sense of time or beat!” One of the stallions at the judge’s stand muttered.
“Dreadful! It’s nothing like real music!” A sky blue mare complained.
“I’ve heard worse in street bands!” The final mare stated as she looked at the four musicians in disgust.
The four Beatles once again huddled up, once again wondering what to perform.
“Hmm… It looks like that wasn’t enough to impress the judges, what do you suppose will amaze them?” John asked as he looked at the other Beatles.
“I think I know just the thing….” Paul muttered as he looked as the others with a grin.
She loves you, yeah yeah yeah!
She loves you, yeah yeah yeah!
She loves you, yeah yeah yeah yeah!
You think you've lost your love,
Well, I saw her yesterday,
It's you she's thinking of,
And she told me what to say,
She says she loves you!
And you know that can't be bad!
Yes, she loves you,
And you know you should be glad!
The crowd had reached a climax at this point, every pony being able to barely keep back as the mare’s screamed their hearts out at the song. The Beatles continued playing, enjoying as the crowd smiled and yelled at them. Fond memories of playing in front of roaring crowds came back to them, and it only made them play even harder.
At this point the four Beatles had nearly mastered their instruments, realizing that they were hardly different than the ones they had come to love back home. George had finally found the perfect position for his guitar, allowing him to hit any chord easily. Paul had now completely adjusted to his new bass, somehow finding a way to hit the correct chord even with his large, clumsy hooves. Even Ringo had mastered his drum set, somehow being able to hold both drum sticks in his hooves with ease.
She loves you, yeah yeah yeah!
She loves you, yeah yeah yeah!
With a love like that
You know you should be glad!
You know it's up to you,
I think it's only fair,
Pride can hurt you too,
Apologize to her!
Because she loves you,
And you know that can't be bad!
She loves you,
And you know you should be glad, ooh!
However, despite the roaring crowd and the musicians new found mastery of their instruments, the judges still looked on in disapproval. They shook their heads and some even cringed, finding no difference between this new song and their previous one. Despite this the Beatles ignored them and continued to play, just having a blast playing one of their oldest songs.
With a love like that,
You know you should be glad!
With a love like that,
You know you should, be glad!
Yeah, yeah, yeah!
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!
Once again the Beatles bowed to the roaring applause of the crowd. It was huge difference to the previous act, where only a few dozen ponies had merely clapped their hooves against the ground. Instead now every pony was smashing their hooves against the ground and yelling.
Finally after a few minutes the crowd calmed down, and after talking with the judges the announcer returned to the stage. “Thank you for that… Well I wouldn’t even call that music…” The announcer glared at them before turning to the crowd. “The judges have decided that the winner is, Miss Tenor and her Canterlot Symphony!”
Practically every pony in the crowd booed, knowing that the four current musicians on the stage had done a much better performance. Under pressure from the continually growing rowdy crowd, the announcer shot of the stage and spoke in hushed whisper with the judges. Finally after another few minutes, he timidly made his way back to the stage.
“Alright, alright!” He yelled at the angry mob. “The judges have decided the real winners are,” He shot the four musicians a curious glance. “Uh, what were your names again?”
“The Beatles!” All four of them exclaimed as they continued to grin at the crowd.
The crowd stopped their boos, and now returned to their ferocious applause. Suddenly Twilight and her friends appeared on stage, the two unicorns using their magic to forcibly tug them off stage.
“Hey, hey ow! That hurts you know!” George complained as Twilight painfully dragged him and John back onto the road.
“I told you guys to stay close, and this is what you do?!” She mumbled in annoyance as they continued their journey to the palace.
“Aw but it was just so tempting! And what real harm did we cause? That crowd was loving us!” John pleaded as he scrambled to break the unicorn’s telekinetic grip, his efforts quickly proving to be fruitless.
Twilight merely shook her head and pushed through the crowd, the four Beatles reluctantly following.
“I’ve had enough of all this boring waiting!” Chrysalis roared as she slammed her hooves against the cool, stone table.
“What did I say before? Be patient, little Luna should be arriving any minute…” Discord mumbled in reply, now severely annoyed at her impatience.
“Well I don’t care! Equestria is weak and unguarded; I’m starting my attack now!” She declared before turning her back and storming out of the room. Discord merely sighed, finally realizing there was no point in trying to stop her.
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