Sarah stared wide-eyed at the beautiful, lush landscape ahead of her. The Doctor had landed them on the planet Chocalucia, a planet made entirely out of sweets. Haribos replaced leaves, chocolate fingers replaced trees and the population was made up of five hundred million jelly babies. Clearly the Doctor's idea of paradise.
It was somewhat relaxing watching jelly babies walk past, although Sarah couldn't bear to think she ate some of them as sweets. Now, eating jelly babies seemed like a horrible and disgusting idea to her and something she would no longer think about doing. Especially when the residents of Chocalucia were so friendly and welcoming to visitors. Just as Sarah was about to explore the Chocolate Orange house, the Doctor ran towards her, being chased by a creature who looked suspiciously like a mix of Bertie Bassett's liquorice all-sorts sweets.
"Run, Sarah!" he shouted.
"Doctor, why is that….thing chasing after you?" Sarah asked, running alongside the Doctor as his scarf trundled along behind.
"That's not a thing, Sarah. That's the Kandyman. He didn't take too kindly to my offering of jelly babies,"
"I should think not. The entire population is made up of them!"
"And the Kandyman is made up of liquorice all-sorts. I was merely adding more sweets to his collection,"
As the jelly babies watched in awe, the Doctor and Sarah turned a corner to find a Timelord waiting for them, his Gallifreyan robes blowing all around him.
"Oh, hello. Fine day for a walk down Quality Street, isn't it?" the Doctor asked the Timelord jokingly.
"I have more important things to do than discuss human sweets, Doctor," The Timelord replied blankly. "Such as recruiting you and your dear companion here. The situation is urgent. Now hold my hand, Doctor,"
The 4th Doctor rested his hand on the Timelord's hand and with a flash of light, the Doctor and Sarah disappeared.
The Doctor was sat on one of the many chairs in Tadworth Manor. Ever since he and Peri had arrived on the planet Jargoncia, they had been pretty much on the go, trying to round up the many Adipose Lord Chadsworth had created out of the Tradgenical tribe people's fat. There was simply no reasoning with Lord Chadsworth. His mind seemed set on the idea that turning the tribe into living fat would somehow save his money problems. After much debating, he had told the Doctor that he would consider stopping the Adipose breeding and come to a decision tomorrow. And so here the 5th Doctor was, sat in the house famous for its collection of chairs while Peri swam in the only ocean on Jargonica. The Doctor found himself absorbed in his thoughts about the situation until there was a loud knock at the door. The Doctor answered it to find a young man stood there, dressed in a long, black coat and a smart, light blue long shirt and holding a gun almost protectively.
"I heard you have an adipose problem?" he said in a broad American accent.
"You could say that," The 5th Doctor answered. "Friend of Peri's, I presume?"
"Who's Peri?" asked the young man, confused.
"Clearly not, then. What are you doing here?"
"I used a vortex manipulator. Arrived on Jargonica and some pretty young girl told me her friend was having a tough time trying to stop a guy from creating Adipose out of fat. She pointed me in the direction of this manor so I entered, then found Mr handsome here and figured she meant you," He explained.
"That would be Peri, then. May I say, I very much approve of your logical approach to the situation. Mr…?"
"Captain Jack Harkness,"
"Pleasure to meet you. I'm the Doctor,"
"Doctor? You've changed your face again?" said Captain Jack.
"Again? What do you mean 'again'?" said the Doctor, frowning slightly.
"When I last met you, you looked like that guy from Casanova. Loved the hedgehog hair!"
"I must remember to book a hair appointment once I reach that incarnation," The Doctor mumbled to himself.
"'Once you reach that incarnation?' You mean you haven't reached that incarnation yet?" Captain Jack asked, a slightly confused expression spreading across his face.
"Precisely. Anyway, shall we talk about the Adipose?"
"I'm afraid that won't be necessary," Said a mysterious voice from the corner of the room.
Captain Jack and the Doctor turned to find a Timelord stood there, staring in an almost fixated look of seriousness.
"What do you mean 'won't be necessary'? There are people dying out there because of living fat!" Captain Jack shouted in anger.
"And the entire universe will be in danger if you don't help us," The Timelord stated blankly. "Tell me. Which is more important? A bunch of tribes people or every living being in the cosmos?"
Captain Jack fell silent. Whatever the Timelord was talking about, what he was saying was completely right.
"Excuse my friend here. May I ask what it is you want from us?" asked the Doctor politely.
"We wish to recruit you," The Timelord said. "All will be explained in time. Now, take my hand,"
The Doctor took the Timelord's hand softly and he, the Timelord and Captain Jack disappeared in a bright flash of white light.
