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carmen_ljOh, so tired. But rather gleeful. For, y'see, I had rather a lot of photocopying from Old College and No Idea what to do with it due to the fact I just had a wee bag with self. So I Accidently Stumbled into Forbidden Planet (very, very easy in Edinburgh, tis just opposite the Law School, heh) and I Accidently Stumbled towards Toys and I Accidently Bought a Wee David Tennat in Coat with Sonic Screwdriver Accessory. And a plastic bag. For the photocopying. Yes. It was a Great Plan.
And, because, at heart, I am a ten-year-old, I present:
Doctor Who Loses His TARDIS
An Exciting Adventure in Time And Space
(not at all dial-up friendly)
"Oh noes!" says the Doctor. "I have lost my TARDIS! Wherever can it be?"
"Is this my TARDIS?" asks the Doctor. "It looks ever so big!"
"Aargh!" says the Doctor. "It is some mad crazy twisted dimension with razor sharp number discs out to decapitate me. Run away!"
"Is this my TARDIS?" asks the Doctor. "It looks slightly too small...and there is someone even smaller in it."
"Aargh!" says the Doctor. "This is another Doctor's TARDIS. Run away!"
"Hello," says the second Doctor, who, under normal circumstances is rather hot. "Please ignore the fact I look like a rather monochrome Oompa-Loompa. Dapol were right bastards. I am still great though."
"Is this my TARDIS?" asks the Doctor. "Hmm, I wonder what this writing is? It refers to CHOCOLATE! I like chocolate."
"Aargh!" says the Doctor. "It is some giant shiny egg in a nest pretending it is my TARDIS! P'haps the mother bird will return soon. In the meantime, I shall steal some choccie goodness."
"Is this my TARDIS?" asks the Doctor. "Everything is very wee. But Scottish. Like me."
"Away wi' ye, ya wee sassenach!" cries the seventh Doctor, waving his small plastic umbrella in a highly threatening manner.
"Scottish Doctors are best," says the Doctor wisely, but decides there is not enough room for him and the hubris in the slightly small TARDIS.
"Is this my TARDIS?" asks the Doctor. "It looks just right."
"It is my TARDIS!" says the Doctor. "Look, there is Rose!"
And he gives the TARDIS a big hug.
The End.
And, because, at heart, I am a ten-year-old, I present:
An Exciting Adventure in Time And Space
(not at all dial-up friendly)
"Oh noes!" says the Doctor. "I have lost my TARDIS! Wherever can it be?"
"Is this my TARDIS?" asks the Doctor. "It looks ever so big!"
"Aargh!" says the Doctor. "It is some mad crazy twisted dimension with razor sharp number discs out to decapitate me. Run away!"
"Is this my TARDIS?" asks the Doctor. "It looks slightly too small...and there is someone even smaller in it."
"Aargh!" says the Doctor. "This is another Doctor's TARDIS. Run away!"
"Hello," says the second Doctor
"Is this my TARDIS?" asks the Doctor. "Hmm, I wonder what this writing is? It refers to CHOCOLATE! I like chocolate."
"Aargh!" says the Doctor. "It is some giant shiny egg in a nest pretending it is my TARDIS! P'haps the mother bird will return soon. In the meantime, I shall steal some choccie goodness."
"Is this my TARDIS?" asks the Doctor. "Everything is very wee. But Scottish. Like me."
"Away wi' ye, ya wee sassenach!" cries the seventh Doctor, waving his small plastic umbrella in a highly threatening manner.
"Scottish Doctors are best," says the Doctor wisely, but decides there is not enough room for him and the hubris in the slightly small TARDIS.
"Is this my TARDIS?" asks the Doctor. "It looks just right."
"It is my TARDIS!" says the Doctor. "Look, there is Rose!"
And he gives the TARDIS a big hug.
The End.
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Date: 2006-04-27 08:33 pm (UTC)