A "LEAGUE" OF HIS OWN
a Drabble-and-a-half by P. Ingerson
Leaving Mel to explore the small English town they'd landed
in, the Sixth Doctor headed in the opposite direction,
smiling to himself. After weeks of enduring the diet Mel
had put him on, he *had* to try and find some good,
unhealthy treats.
A building beyond the edge of the moors looked promising.
He entered the poky little shop, and started to look around.
It was hard to read the labels in the dim light, but the
shelves appeared to hold nothing but health food, Low-Cal
meals and Lean Cuisine.
He sighed. Even the cold drinks cabinet contained nothing
but carrot juice, carrot juice, carrot juice!
"Can I help you?" He turned and saw the shopkeeper, a
dumpy woman with a strange turned-up nose.
"Have you got *anything* apart from this Low-Cal stuff?"
"Oh no," she replied. "There's nothing for you here. This
is a Low-Cal shop for Low-Cal people."
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"...AND BEWILDERED"
a Double Drabble by P. Ingerson
"Sam," he called.
"Yes?" her voice echoed down from upstairs.
"That was Larry on the phone. He's met the client at the hotel, and
they'll be here soon."
"Ok. I'll be ready in a couple of minutes."
"Are you..." he paused. "Are you sure your mother won't be here
tonight?"
"I already told you, sweetheart. She's on vacation in Atlantis with
father. Although I'm surprised they let her back in after what
happened last time..." Sam tailed off into thought.
"Alright, but what about the rest of your family? And that so-called
doctor?"
She sighed. "Cousin Serena and Uncle Arthur are at a party at the
Cosmos Catillion; Aunt Hagatha and Aunt Clara are swapping potion
recipes; and Dr. Bombay has caught the Flying Flu off one of his
patients. Just relax, sweetheart, nothing will go wrong this time.
I promise you."
"Ok, honey." Darrin turned back towards the living room, then
stopped as he heard a strange whooshing noise. A familiar feeling of
dread began to creep across him.
"Sam!" he yelled. She came running down the stairs, just in time to
see a blue English police telephone box materialising in the middle
of the room.
"Well...!?!" she shrugged.
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Disclaimer: "Doctor Who", the Doctor, the TARDIS and Mel
were created by the BBC.
"The League of Gentlemen" was created by Mark
Gattiss and a couple of other people whose
names I can't remember, sorry.
"Bewitched" was created by somebody in America,
but I don't know his name.
Any original material is (c) 2000 P. Ingerson
a Drabble-and-a-half by P. Ingerson
Leaving Mel to explore the small English town they'd landed
in, the Sixth Doctor headed in the opposite direction,
smiling to himself. After weeks of enduring the diet Mel
had put him on, he *had* to try and find some good,
unhealthy treats.
A building beyond the edge of the moors looked promising.
He entered the poky little shop, and started to look around.
It was hard to read the labels in the dim light, but the
shelves appeared to hold nothing but health food, Low-Cal
meals and Lean Cuisine.
He sighed. Even the cold drinks cabinet contained nothing
but carrot juice, carrot juice, carrot juice!
"Can I help you?" He turned and saw the shopkeeper, a
dumpy woman with a strange turned-up nose.
"Have you got *anything* apart from this Low-Cal stuff?"
"Oh no," she replied. "There's nothing for you here. This
is a Low-Cal shop for Low-Cal people."
________
"...AND BEWILDERED"
a Double Drabble by P. Ingerson
"Sam," he called.
"Yes?" her voice echoed down from upstairs.
"That was Larry on the phone. He's met the client at the hotel, and
they'll be here soon."
"Ok. I'll be ready in a couple of minutes."
"Are you..." he paused. "Are you sure your mother won't be here
tonight?"
"I already told you, sweetheart. She's on vacation in Atlantis with
father. Although I'm surprised they let her back in after what
happened last time..." Sam tailed off into thought.
"Alright, but what about the rest of your family? And that so-called
doctor?"
She sighed. "Cousin Serena and Uncle Arthur are at a party at the
Cosmos Catillion; Aunt Hagatha and Aunt Clara are swapping potion
recipes; and Dr. Bombay has caught the Flying Flu off one of his
patients. Just relax, sweetheart, nothing will go wrong this time.
I promise you."
"Ok, honey." Darrin turned back towards the living room, then
stopped as he heard a strange whooshing noise. A familiar feeling of
dread began to creep across him.
"Sam!" he yelled. She came running down the stairs, just in time to
see a blue English police telephone box materialising in the middle
of the room.
"Well...!?!" she shrugged.
________
Disclaimer: "Doctor Who", the Doctor, the TARDIS and Mel
were created by the BBC.
"The League of Gentlemen" was created by Mark
Gattiss and a couple of other people whose
names I can't remember, sorry.
"Bewitched" was created by somebody in America,
but I don't know his name.
Any original material is (c) 2000 P. Ingerson