"Oh, I can't wait to get home and into a nice bubble bath," Fifteen-year-old Miley Stewart said as she pulled off her wig. "Was this really the best night we could perform here?"

"Ah, come on," her father Robby Ray said as he handed her a towel. "It's not that bad."

"Daddy," she replied firmly. "The ticket said Egg Tossing contest at Hannah Montana!"

"They might have mistype a word or two on the tickets," he told his daughter as they walked to her dressing room.

"Ya think," she said sarcastically. "We'll meet you down at the limo in fifteen minutes."

She strolled into her dressing room to see the familiar form of her best friend Lilly midway through polishing off a toppings-laden chili dog.

"Great show Miley," she said as Miley tossed off her outer layers of clothes to jump into her shower.

"Are you kidding," Miley sighed. "I look worse than the time Uncle Earl tried to turn his tool shed into a chicken coop!"

About fifteen minutes later, the two girls, donned in disguise stepped out into what they thought was an empty backstage hallway.

"Hannah, Hannah," several voices cried out as they turned around a corner. "Autograph! T-Shirt! Marry Me!"

"Run," Miley shouted as she and Lilly darted back towards and across the stage, taking the most secretive route they could to avoid the crowds behind them. Before too long, they found themselves stuck in the parking lot on the other side of the stadium, sandwiched right between two more crowds. Taking advantage of the momentary lack of attention they were getting, the friends snuck into a nearby alley. Backing up against a dumpster, the girls fell on their butts as they backed into a large object behind them. Lilly glanced up to see this old blue box sitting against the dumpster, looking rather out of place.

"Quick, in here," she said as she grabbed Miley and the two slid into the box. The moment they entered, their eyes fell open in shock. Expecting the small, but secret interior of an old wooden box, they instead found themselves on what appeared to be a spaceship.

"Wow, is this what I think it is," Miley whispered as the girls tiptoed around the massive machine in the center of the room.

"Miley, I think we just made contact with aliens," Lily whispered. Suddenly, a jiggle at the front doors caught the girls off guard, and horrified. Thinking quickly, they dove behind a couch nearby; hoping to avoid the gaze of what was surely the owner of this strange ship.

"Ok, the 900 year old thing I can buy, the aliens and all that," a girl's London accent said as steps entered the box. "But there is no way you wrote that song."

"Martha, why would I lie," an English voice replied. "Mind you, I didn't do much work with the steps. That was all Richard there."

"You are so full of it," Martha replied with a chuckle. "I suppose the planet Transylvania's real too?"

"It most certainly is," her companion replied. "Course it's actually in the Ballifritz Galaxy, but that lyric didn't sound quite so sweet. I can take you, if you like. They have this amazing festival there during the eclipse of the sixth moon, candies that just melt in your mouth…"

"Maybe later," Martha replied with a giggle. Glancing between each other, Miley and Lily shared a single unspoken thought.

These aliens are weirder than we thought!

Gulping silently to herself, Miley slowly peered over the edge of the couch at the craft's crew. She was startled to see, not two bug-eyed purple people eaters, but rather two rather normal looking people. The woman standing to her right facing the odd sculpture in the middle of the room was Martha, Miley figured to herself. She was dressed somewhat oddly, like a maid but with bad makeup and slightly tattered clothes. Miley glanced in the direction of Martha's gaze to see a man, probably in his mid thirties dressed in a black suit and ragged white shirt. He was bald, from the looks of it, with long mangy blond hair. Looking slightly closer, she could see a seam.

"A wig," she whispered without thinking. She quickly cupped her hand quickly over her mouth, afraid she had been heard. If she had, the man gave no hint of it as he manically moved around the odd sculpture, twisting a knob here and pulling a lever there.

"Right, then," he said to Martha, as he gazed into the sculpture, as if trying to see some deeper meaning. "There's this fantastic concert in the 23rd Century. Absolutely best music in the whole millennium-Well, it's not bad-Well, It's not bad..."

Suddenly, with a deep lunge, the room tilted violently to one side. A deep bell began to sound as the man frantically began messing with the knobs and buttons and such on the sculpture.

"What's happening, Doctor," Martha asked urgently.

"Something's wrong with the calculations," her companion replied. "The TARDIS has more weight than she should, somewhere between 150 to 200 pounds that shouldn't be here!"

"With the size of this place," Martha asked. "Does that really make a difference?"

"Normally, no," he answered as he slid around the sculpture. "Only takes a moment of calculation, but forget to do that, and she goes all wibbly-wobbly and knocks out the navigation!"

With a sickening drop, the room suddenly went level again, and it felt like it fell off the top of a building. With a stunning crash, the mechanical; noises filling the air stopped, and the man wiped his brow.

"Are we ok," Martha asked, looking around a bit warily.

"Well we've landed," the man said. "Now the next step is to deal with the extra weight."

He glanced towards the couch and cleared his throat.

"You'd better come on out now, whoever you are." He pronounced. "If you want a fight, I'd like to get it out of the way quickly so I can get to fixing the temporal gyroframe!"

Miley glanced down at Lilly, who shrugged softly. Biting her lip, she slowly rose to her feet and walked back in front of the couch. She looked between the man and Martha nervously as she approached. She noticed Martha looking at her with a look of shock. She looked back at the man, who had a look of extreme confusion on his face. Clearly, Miley's was not the face he expected to see.

"Lola, I think the hiding ship has sailed," Miley told her friend, who slowly rose to join Miley.

"What," he asked, stunned.

"Wait a minute," Martha said, her right hand slightly pointing at Miley. "Aren't you…"

"What," the man asked, this time more confused and with a little more emphasis.

"I'm Hannah Montana," Miley said softly, and with a slightly nervous smirk.

"What," the man asked one more time, in complete shock.

David Tennant

Freema Agyeman

Doctor Who

Song of the Sirens

By Chloe Stewart

Guest Starring

Miley Cyrus

Emily Osment