"Ohhhh... Where am I?" George a dit as he slowly woke up. "Exactly as I told toi we'd proceed to. Welcome to my lair!" Dahlia replied. That response was enough to trigger his anger again, for he found himself in what appeared to be her laboratory. It also didn't help that he had been strapped to an operating table, complete with the helmet-like thing on his head which was connected to a giant robot.

"Grrr!!! This is getting out of hand! I shouldn't have talked with toi at that pub in the first place!" George exclaimed. "Actually, I'm not who toi think I am." Dahlia said. "Then who are you, really?" George demanded. "Glad ya asked!" Dahlia replied.

There was a flash of light, and what followed was an evil laugh. "Behold. It is I, Dr. Doria Florahyde!" she declared once her true identity was revealed.

(If you've watched the Beatles Cartoon, toi may remember her from the episode "If I Fell". In fact, this part of the fanfic has been partially inspired par a dit episode. Of course, I added the letter I to her name and made her much plus wicked for a twist.)

George could not believe his eyes! "WHAT?! So you're a mad scientist in disguise all along?!?! toi FOOLED ME!!!" he remarked. "I had to, George Harrison. I hate Rock N' Roll music, and toi wretched insects are the worst Rock band to have ever graced the United Kingdom! Because of that, I desired to take one of toi out of the picture par using your brain to power up my robot and accomplish my dream of taking over the world!" Doria said. "Now if you'll excuse me, I'm gonna have a little thé break before starting the process. And don't bother calling for your bandmates. Chances are, they got Lost while on the way here." She then left the scene with another evil laugh.

Well, George was finally at the point of losing his temper after finding out why his ex-"girlfriend" acted the way she did. With that, he shouted with all his might, "YOU'LL NEVER GET AWAY WITH THIS!!! YOUR DEMISE WILL BE COMING SOON, WHETHER toi LIKE IT ou NOT!!!!!"

But Florahyde was about to be proven wrong, as the other Beatles had made it and began walking down the straight path towards the centre of the woods. "This shall be easy as pie!" John said. "Yep. I can't wait to let that witch have it!" Paul replied. Meanwhile, Ringo was assembling an army of the resident animaux (consisting of foxes, squirrels, rabbits, badgers, and fallow deer) par playing the trumpet which he bought from Harrods. "Come on, everybody! It's an emergency!" he a dit as they followed behind him. John and Paul smirked in return.

TO BE CONTINUED