Story There's something inside. Four fellas. What are they doing there? They're not having a ball, that's for sure. It can't be. It's us. But we're here. It's Sgt Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band The resemblance is truly striking. If I could come in here I think the theory put forward by Einstein could well be applied here. The people in the ball are obviously extensions of our own personalities, suspended, as it were, in time, frozen in space, according to the now famous Theory of Relativity, which, briefly explained, is simply a matter of taking two eggs... John! Beating lightly and adding a little salt and pepper... John! George? How do we get them out? Break the glass. We can't. It's Beatle-proof. Nothing is Beatle-proof. Have you got your drumsticks with you? A drum break might shatter it. No, I haven't. Have a look in your pocket. I've got a hole in my pocket. I wonder if... Yeah, it still works. We take back all we said. You're a genius, a sheer genius. I know. Like coloured tally. Like crystal. They're decanting. Hello, brother. Yeah, without a doubt. We're the spitting image of each other. Golly, yeah. I'm led to believe that you're an extension of my personality. Yes, I'm the alter-ego man. And I'm the ego man, goo goo, g'joob. I'm glad you asked me that. Once more unto the breach, dear Meanies! You're advancing the wrong way! Retreat backwards! Get back there now! My kingdom for a horse! I think I'll tear him up into little pieces. He does, does he? I think I'll make a blue burger out of him. I don't care what you think. You don't, eh? We'll soon see about that. He does in truth seem quite annoyed. Where ground is soft most often grows, A rosy nose? Speak your last piece! Peace, supplant the doom and the gloom. Turn off what is sour, turn into a flower and bloom.
A true Yellow Submarine story tell us that the animation has sometimes falsely been attributed to the famous psychedelic pop art artist of the era, Peter Max; but the film's art director was Heinz Edelmann.
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