Eventually they reached the great grey pyramid that marked the edge of Pepperland. At the top of a stubborn streak of ochre stained the sky : a yellow submarine.
"Our music is fading, young fred," the Mayor began. "Pepperland is dying."
"But Lord Mayor, there must be something I can do!"
"There is," he whispered. "Climb aboard the submarine and get help. You're the only one of us left who can carry the tune..."
Love, Love, Love... chantait John. All you need is love... Et Ganfouineur, le coeur soudain rempli d'amour, partit à la recherche de celle qui allait faire la paire.