Rise of the Reapers
Doctor Who was concerned. He was certain that the overweight boy would return. But Fatty did not. Doctor Who wanted to know why he did not return. There was only one thing he could do.
He dematerialised back a few hours. He watched on the scanner as George (the fat kid) emerged and looked around. He saw the Master appear and kill Fatty with the Tissue Compression Eliminator.
So it was the Master's fault!
Doctor Who went back a few hours again, and hid behind a conveniently placed bush. He waited. And waited. Then Fatty appeared. The Master did too. Before he could shout "AAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII-YAAAAAAAA!," he had leapt out from hiding and attacked the Master with his big brown hands.
The Master crumpled to the ground.
Fatty looked pleased.
The Reapers appeared.
What? The Reapers appeared?
The Reapers look a bit like those flying pterodactyl dinosaurs. They appear when someone meddles with time. They generally attack and devour anybody they can see.
More and more Reapers popped into our universe and started flying to the nearby village. Their squawking caught the attention of the locals who came out of their houses to have a look. One by one the they were eaten by the Reapers. Horrified, Doctor Who looked on as the townsfolk got killed off. Underneath his big bouffant, his brain was working on a solution. He grabbed Fatty's hand and led him into the TARDIS. Once again he grabbed his microphone, but this time he turned the dial to setting 11.
"Men may go shooting off to outer space..."
Inside the TARDIS Fatty was delighted. A big grin appeared on his face, and he started eating chocolate as he listened to Doctor Who's wise words.
Outside the TARDIS the Reapers were suffering. The awful voice preaching awful words were penetrating their skulls. They brought their wings up to block their ears but it was not good. Doctor Who was still attacking them.
"When the meal I'm eating is home cooked..."
The Reapers couldn't last much longer. Finally, they exploded, splattering the now empty town with their fleshy remains.
Doctor Who looked at the image on his scanner with a look of great loss.
"I say, old chap," he said to Fatty. "I say that somebody will have to clean it up."
But for now, Doctor Who was happy. Sure a whole village had been wiped out, but Fatty George had survived. Now Doctor Who could go on about food and being adventurous at meal times whenever he wanted. And he wouldn't have to leave the TARDIS to do so. That's getting the best of all worlds.
He dematerialised back a few hours. He watched on the scanner as George (the fat kid) emerged and looked around. He saw the Master appear and kill Fatty with the Tissue Compression Eliminator.
So it was the Master's fault!
Doctor Who went back a few hours again, and hid behind a conveniently placed bush. He waited. And waited. Then Fatty appeared. The Master did too. Before he could shout "AAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII-YAAAAAAAA!," he had leapt out from hiding and attacked the Master with his big brown hands.
The Master crumpled to the ground.
Fatty looked pleased.
The Reapers appeared.
What? The Reapers appeared?
The Reapers look a bit like those flying pterodactyl dinosaurs. They appear when someone meddles with time. They generally attack and devour anybody they can see.
More and more Reapers popped into our universe and started flying to the nearby village. Their squawking caught the attention of the locals who came out of their houses to have a look. One by one the they were eaten by the Reapers. Horrified, Doctor Who looked on as the townsfolk got killed off. Underneath his big bouffant, his brain was working on a solution. He grabbed Fatty's hand and led him into the TARDIS. Once again he grabbed his microphone, but this time he turned the dial to setting 11.
"Men may go shooting off to outer space..."
Inside the TARDIS Fatty was delighted. A big grin appeared on his face, and he started eating chocolate as he listened to Doctor Who's wise words.
Outside the TARDIS the Reapers were suffering. The awful voice preaching awful words were penetrating their skulls. They brought their wings up to block their ears but it was not good. Doctor Who was still attacking them.
"When the meal I'm eating is home cooked..."
The Reapers couldn't last much longer. Finally, they exploded, splattering the now empty town with their fleshy remains.
Doctor Who looked at the image on his scanner with a look of great loss.
"I say, old chap," he said to Fatty. "I say that somebody will have to clean it up."
But for now, Doctor Who was happy. Sure a whole village had been wiped out, but Fatty George had survived. Now Doctor Who could go on about food and being adventurous at meal times whenever he wanted. And he wouldn't have to leave the TARDIS to do so. That's getting the best of all worlds.