Pink's a Nice Colour
"Oh my God!" Donna looked at her once-white blouse. "Oh my God."
The Doctor cringed and scratched his ear. "Yeah, bit of a mix-up there."
"A bit of a mix-up?! A bit?!" Donna shrieked. "You chucked a red sock into the wash with my white blouse and it's a BIT of a mix-up?!"
The Doctor looked at the garment clutched in Donna's shaking hands. "Pink's a nice colour," he said desperately.
Donna snorted. "As excuses go, Doctor, that's pretty pathetic."
"Uh, sorry."
Donna threw the blouse at his head. "You may be a Time Lord, but you're blimmin' useless at domestics."
She left the room and the Doctor pulled the blouse off his head and shrugged, unperturbed.
"Mark my words, though," Donna shouted from the next room. "I will get revenge!"
The Doctor froze. "Uh-oh..."
The next day they went to Aquatica, where it hadn't stopped raining since five millenniums ago. The two time-travellers were soaked and when they got back to the TARDIS, they left their clothes hanging up to dry in the laundry room and spent the rest of the day in their bathrobes.
Next morning, the Doctor went to the laundry room and found his dry clothes. He grabbed his Converses and put them on. Something different about his shoes, but he just didn't know what...Then he realised, and screamed.
There was a chuckle behind him and Donna appeared in the doorway. Clocking his aghast expression, she grinned cheekily.
"Pink's a nice colour," she said. "Eh, Spaceman?"
Chips, Converses and Important Lessons...
Things started off innocently enough. They were sitting in a park eating fish and chips (or at least, the Zeronion equivalent) and chatting amiably about random stuff. The pink blouse and pink Converses incident from yesterday seemed to be forgotten.
But then Donna decided to bring it up again.
"You know," said Donna, popping a chip in her mouth "the look on your face when you saw your Converses... Priceless."
The Doctor froze. He was wearing his red Converses today, as the others were currently sitting in one of the TARDIS's many storage rooms full of useless stuff.
"You think it's funny, do you?" he asked, dangerously.
Donna didn't notice the change in his voice and continued on. "Well, yeah. You looked so stunned, it was hilarious!" She laughed.
With the speed of a professional sniper, the Doctor whipped around, bottle in hand and squirted a large stream of tomato sauce down the front of Donna's shirt.
"Oh my God!" she shouted furiously. "You stupid Martian, what did you do THAT for?!"
The Doctor smirked. "No one hurts the Converses," he said smugly. "No one."
Two seconds later, he found himself headfirst in a bush with a chip up each nostril and a feeling of strong regret.
"Note to self," he muttered, as Donna stood over him, yelling loudly, "never, ever do anything to make Donna Noble angry. EVER.'