The Doctor walked over to the nearest table not surrounded by chattering people, and attempted to pick up one of the bottles. To his surprise, not only was it completely empty of liquid, but it was not even hollow. And not only was it stuck to the table, but it was actually part of it; as if it had been produced in one big mould. He whipped out the sonic screwdriver again and buzzed up and down the surface of the table. He crouched down and buzzed the floor, jumped back up, flicked the screwdriver upright and gazed at it intently but briefly before turning back to the others.
"It's... all plastic." His eyes flicked from Pond to Pond, a grin forming on his face.
"So?" Amy shook her head, crossed her arms and shrugged her shoulders all at the same time.
"It's all fake, somehow, it's as if it's... It's a model." The Doctor's grin grew wider. "Which means… we're in a model!"
"What the..." Rory span around several times, taking in the scene again, attempting to pick up a stool and finding it merged with the bar. "Woah. That is creepy. Wild West, localised time loop, sun being a sort of... sideways... yoyo..." – he mimed a yoyo-esque movement – "Okay... but this is just creepy. It's also weird because where… even… are we? Why make a holiday planet look like Earth, but all out of plastic? And also… I dunno if I mentioned this? But it's creepy."
The Doctor nodded slowly, looking straight over Rory's shoulder, preoccupied.
"But what about the people? I mean, why would people come here on holiday and have fake drinks? And what about those guys, they were..." Amy trailed off, eyes searching along the plastic bar for the three characters they had spoken to before. They had disappeared.
The Ponds then joined the Doctor in noticing that the bar was completely silent. Every person had stopped talking and was standing stock still, staring purposefully at them. A loud muffled sound above, and a long, high-pitched whine crackled through the air. The people began to walk slowly towards Rory, Amy and the Doctor.
"Erm, creepy!" Rory yelled.
"Yes it is, why don't we run?" The Doctor sprang backwards towards the door beside the bar, pulled it open, pushed both his companions through it before him and sonicked it locked behind them. They found themselves in a very small grey space, full of light, every plastic wall covered in cobwebs.
"So now we're stuck in a cupboard, surrounded by creepies." Amy stated.
"Shhh!" Rory cleared his throat, and then corrected her. "Plastic cupboard, angry, plastic creepies."
"Plastic..." The Doctor whispered, thinking quietly out loud. "But they can't be plastic. I've had enough of plastic." He smirked at Rory, and Amy stifled a giggle. "No but seriously, Autons? No, no, no. Robots?" He gestured thoughtfully with his hands and stared at them. "Human with a polycarbonate exoskeleton, no, no, that's light-years after holiday planets... must be droids... or maybe they're not synthetic at all, maybe it is just the bar that's fake, but... humans? Not humans? Shapeshifters? Impossible. Not again, anyway. That just would not be fair. I'd need to listen to see if they have wind problems to narrow it down, and I hate doing that..."
"Yeah, never mind all that, Doctor! What are we going to do?"