Laundry Day
Dinosaur Who is an extraordinary character. A Time Lord/Tyrannosaurus hybrid, he's the meanest badass in the universe. If you've got a problem then he has the solution. Just when you think of the answer he'll change the question. He's the personification (or should that be dinosaurification?) of brilliance. And today is his day off. So no saving the world for Dr Who today.
"Professor," moaned Ace. "Some strange disembodied voice is talking about a dinosaur. Make it stop."
"Shhhhhhhh Ace. I'm trying to find all my pullovers," came the reply in a terrific Scottish accent. "Ah. Here it is." Ace looked back down the corridor to see the Doctor carrying an overflowing laundry basket.
"And how many are there?" she asked.
"Fourrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrteen," he smiled back. "And that's not counting the one that your stockpile of Nitro Nine blew up."
The Doctor led Ace through a maze of corridors, both carrying large baskets of dirty washing. With a self satisfied "hmmph," the Doctor opened the door to the laundry room. The duo entered...
I used those three dots to create suspense. Pretty clever, right?
...and inside, were two machines. One looked like a washing machine; the other resembled a dryer. And do you know the reason for these resemblances? Because that's what they were. A washing machine and a dryer. Happily, the Doctor crossed over to the washing machine, opened the lid and reached into his basket for his first pull over.
"Phhhhroor Professor. That's a mess. Make sure you clean it up."
The Doctor looked down at it. Covering several of the question marks was an uncomfortably large sauce stain. That's what happens when you get too adventurous at meal times.
"Don't worry Ace. This machine will take care of it."
"Will it Professor? It looks like an ordinary washing machine? How will you fit all fourteen of your pullovers, several trousers, your underwear and all my clothing into it?"
"Easy," smiled the Doctor. "Time Lord techonology. Bigger on the inside."
"Of course!"
The Doctor continued to load his washing into the machine. Ace passed him her basket, and he emptied its contents into the machine too. He adjusted a few dials.
"And now, we wait!"
The Doctor lifted his arm and together they departed for the KTV room. The Doctor and Ace loved KTV. They could spend hours (and often they did) with their intergalactic karaoke machine. And though it contained songs from across the universe, the Doctor and Ace focussed mainly on Earth songs. Ace loved Bonnie Tyler and anything from the future. The Doctor didn't mind. He'd sing some Beatles hits, then Queen, some Lorde too....it really was a fun way to spend the hour for the washing to be completed. They were in the middle of a very enthusiastic Gangnam Style when a siren sounded.
"Don't worry. It's only the washing." The Doctor raced off to transfer it to the dryer and Ace continued with singing Psy's hit song. Near the end of Wonderwall, the Doctor returned, and helped Ace finish the song in style.
Half an hour later, they sing-a-long was interrupted by another alarm.
"Ah. It's finished!"
The Doctor and Ace returned to the laundry room. The washing had been ironed and folded into separate piles for the Doctor and Ace (another piece of Time Lord tech installed by the Doctor). Beside the piles was another, fill of black suits.
"What the?"
"Oh my dear Doctor, you have been naïve."
The Doctor turned around.
In the doorway stood the Master.
The Master laughed, and stepped forward to collect his pile of washing.
"And now I don't need to do mine!!! Mua ha ha ha..."
The Master disappeared out of sight, and a few moments later the Doctor and Ace heard the dematerialising howl of the Master's TARDIS.
"Now what?" asked Ace.
"Pizza?"
"Sure."
And with that, their laundry day was over.
"Professor," moaned Ace. "Some strange disembodied voice is talking about a dinosaur. Make it stop."
"Shhhhhhhh Ace. I'm trying to find all my pullovers," came the reply in a terrific Scottish accent. "Ah. Here it is." Ace looked back down the corridor to see the Doctor carrying an overflowing laundry basket.
"And how many are there?" she asked.
"Fourrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrteen," he smiled back. "And that's not counting the one that your stockpile of Nitro Nine blew up."
The Doctor led Ace through a maze of corridors, both carrying large baskets of dirty washing. With a self satisfied "hmmph," the Doctor opened the door to the laundry room. The duo entered...
I used those three dots to create suspense. Pretty clever, right?
...and inside, were two machines. One looked like a washing machine; the other resembled a dryer. And do you know the reason for these resemblances? Because that's what they were. A washing machine and a dryer. Happily, the Doctor crossed over to the washing machine, opened the lid and reached into his basket for his first pull over.
"Phhhhroor Professor. That's a mess. Make sure you clean it up."
The Doctor looked down at it. Covering several of the question marks was an uncomfortably large sauce stain. That's what happens when you get too adventurous at meal times.
"Don't worry Ace. This machine will take care of it."
"Will it Professor? It looks like an ordinary washing machine? How will you fit all fourteen of your pullovers, several trousers, your underwear and all my clothing into it?"
"Easy," smiled the Doctor. "Time Lord techonology. Bigger on the inside."
"Of course!"
The Doctor continued to load his washing into the machine. Ace passed him her basket, and he emptied its contents into the machine too. He adjusted a few dials.
"And now, we wait!"
The Doctor lifted his arm and together they departed for the KTV room. The Doctor and Ace loved KTV. They could spend hours (and often they did) with their intergalactic karaoke machine. And though it contained songs from across the universe, the Doctor and Ace focussed mainly on Earth songs. Ace loved Bonnie Tyler and anything from the future. The Doctor didn't mind. He'd sing some Beatles hits, then Queen, some Lorde too....it really was a fun way to spend the hour for the washing to be completed. They were in the middle of a very enthusiastic Gangnam Style when a siren sounded.
"Don't worry. It's only the washing." The Doctor raced off to transfer it to the dryer and Ace continued with singing Psy's hit song. Near the end of Wonderwall, the Doctor returned, and helped Ace finish the song in style.
Half an hour later, they sing-a-long was interrupted by another alarm.
"Ah. It's finished!"
The Doctor and Ace returned to the laundry room. The washing had been ironed and folded into separate piles for the Doctor and Ace (another piece of Time Lord tech installed by the Doctor). Beside the piles was another, fill of black suits.
"What the?"
"Oh my dear Doctor, you have been naïve."
The Doctor turned around.
In the doorway stood the Master.
The Master laughed, and stepped forward to collect his pile of washing.
"And now I don't need to do mine!!! Mua ha ha ha..."
The Master disappeared out of sight, and a few moments later the Doctor and Ace heard the dematerialising howl of the Master's TARDIS.
"Now what?" asked Ace.
"Pizza?"
"Sure."
And with that, their laundry day was over.
