Snow Day
"Snow? Why is there snow here; I thought you said we were going to the Carribean!" Amy pulled her sundress tightly around her body and stepped back into the TARDIS, pulling the door shut behind her.
"Well, I got the planet right, didn't I?" joked the doctor, dancing around the central control panel, pulling at knobs and twisting buttons as he went.
"But you landed us in the- the Himalayas! I'm dressed for the beach." The frustrated red-head pulled off her wide-brimmed sun hat and waved it across her bare legs to prove her point. "You promised me a vacation!"
"And a vacation you shall have. Come along, Pond." The doctor walked toward to door and stopped on the ramp, extending his arm toward the exit and bowing sharply at the waist. "After you my dear, though I hate to disappoint you yet again, but these are indeed not the Himalayas, but the Swiss Alps."
"Men!" fumed Amy, marching instead in the direction of her room. "I know you don't think much about clothing, but really, I'm a touch under-dressed!"