Disclaimer: There is no way we own Doctor Who. Trust me, we are not professionals. If we were professionals, Nadie wouldn't giggle ever time she reads the word 'decimate' in her history textbook.

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Chapter 10

"Don't know why you are freaking out, Danielle?" Sam commented as Danielle pushed her away form Mr. Blur who she recently found out was a Dalek. "Mr. Blur is a cool dude."

Danielle glared at her. "Seriously, what is wrong with you? That thing you call Mr. Blur is a Dalek. You know with the 'EXTERMINATE!!' and the plunger. By the way, if they are superior race, what's up with the plunger? Did that ugly Davros dude have a pluming problem and decided to make some evil minions to fix it or something, but I digress. That Dalek could kill you, Sam. He is evil, like eviler than me evil, and that's evil! In other words, he is NOT a cool dude!"

Sam smiled sleepily. "Plungers. Ha. Ha."

Danielle grabbed her sister by the shoulders. "Snap out of it, Sam! I can't be the smart one. There is no way I can be the serious sister. I just can't take the pressure. Come on! Be smart! What is two plus two?!"

Sam just stared out into space mumbling, "Plungers."

"NOOOOOO!!!" Danielle screamed throwing her hands into the air while falling to her knees in disappointment. "I'm ruined. Ruined I tell you." She began to weep.

As she wallowed in self-pity, the Dalek rolled over to her and with his arms, attempted to hug her. "There, There," he comforted her.

"Ahhhh!" she screamed as she jumped away from the Dalek. She stood and dusted herself off before cocking her head at the Dalek. "Wait a minute, Daleks don't comfort people. Are you high like, Sam?"

"Ummmm……….." The Dalek shifted its head around like it was nervous.

"OMGC! You are high! And if you're high, your circuits might be broken, and if your circuits are broken, you could be good, and if you are good……." Danielle flung her arms around the Dalek, "I WANT TO KEEP YOU FOR EVER AND EVER AND EVER!"

The Dalek made a noise like it was purring.

"We got to give you a better name than Mr. Blur," Danielle remarked.

"But I like the name Mr. Blur," whined the slumped Sam.

Danielle put her hand on Sam's shoulder. "Sam, I know that when you are smartical again, you will be ashamed of yourself for naming a Dalek, Mr. Blur. How about we name him Dale after the first four letters in the word Dalek?"

Sam shrugged. "You are the smarterest sister," she answered.

Danielle sighed, "Sadly, I am."

"OW! My foot!"

Danielle's head shot towards the source at the noise which was down the mine shaft that she came from. "Oh, no. It's the Doctor. Go hide, Dale."

Dale rolled over to hide behind a big boulder. Danielle smiled at how clever her little Dalek was.

"Hey Danielle, turn around and look at this," the Doctor suggested. Danielle did as she was asked and came face to face with a giant blue spider in the Time Lord's hands. She began to scream and stumble away from it.

"See Danielle, the little fella is a flaxane spider. They are completely harmless. This little guy feeds on the minerals from the mines' stalactites not humans so you have no need to fear him," the Doctor explained shoving the spider closer to the frightened teen to try and reassure her.

Danielle swatted his hands sending the spider flying. It survived the fall though and scurried away. "ARE YOU NUTS?!? That is a giant freaking spider. I don't care if it eats its own poo. You don't shove it into my face!" she screamed at the surprised Time Lord.

Sam hit the Doctor's leg from her position on the ground. "Bad, Doctor, bad," she scolded while continuing to hit his leg. "How dare you scare my baby sister like that? I'll get Dale on you. Hey, those are some pretty cool shoes. Where did you get them?"

The Doctor lifted an eyebrow. "Who's Dale?"

"Oh," Sam said, "he is the Da-mmuph." At this time, Danielle ran over and covered Sam's mouth before she confessed to the Doctor about Dale. "Dale's just an imaginary friend she was having a tea party with," Danielle corrected, "I wouldn't listen to her anyway. Something is wrong with her."

"Really, I haven't notice," he replied sarcastically as he observed Sam. She had her face very close to his trainers muttering, "The stitching is like the Mona Lisa."

"Well, we are going to have to remedy that," he said. He then proceeded to lift the amazed teen from her spot on the mine shaft floor and steadied her. Gingerly, he placed his finger on her temples and began to enter her mind.

"Perv, get your mind out of my sister's mind!"

"Quiet down girl! This is very hard work without you yelling in my ear," shouted the Doctor as he scrunched up his eyes and concentrated, "I am only doing a diagnostic on her mind. I won't look at any memory she is uncomfortable with me seeing."

"It is not like she can stop you, dummy. She's stupid."

The Doctor lifted his fingers. "No, she is not stupid. She just has a befuddled mind."

"Huh?"

"Her brain is like a broken jig-saw puzzle."

"Huh?"

He realized he was going to have to speak on the lowest intelligence level he has ever gone. "Her brain has a boo-boo." He was so glad no one from the Academy was around to hear him say 'boo-boo'. He would never be able to live it down.

"Oh, now I get it. How did that happen?"

The Doctor ran his head through his hair still grimacing about the word he just said. "Well, when she went through the hyperspace gateway, the only protection she had was the pocket of air created by the TARDIS. The pocket did little to protect her form the beam that separated her molecules and sent her here. When her molecules came back to their original position, the ones in her brain arranged in a way that was similar but not the same to the position they were at before. All the lobes of her brain dealing with motor and bodily function are arranged correctly, but the sections dealing with personality and intelligence are out of order."

Danielle nodded her head, "Alright, I get it."

The Doctor was flabbergasted. "You were able to understand all that, but not the word 'befuddled'."

Danielle nodded and grinned. "Yeah, that was science, and I am good at science. 'Befuddled' is a vocabulary word which is English, and I'm not good at English."

"No hablo Ingles."

"Right," replied Danielle condescendingly patting her sister's head. "No hablo Ingles. I also am no good with puzzles."

She looked at Sam who was inspecting her hand with glee.

"Please tell me you can fix her, Doctor, because I don't know how you are going to explain to my parents how the family genius has been reduced to the village idiot."

"Why do I have to be the one to explain to your parents what happened to Sam?" inquired the shocked Doctor pointing at his chest.

Danielle crossed her arms. " Because you are the one chaperoning, and you did not make us sign one of those 'it is not our fault if anything is to happen to your child' slips that the school gives out for parents to sign so they can't be sued. Therefore, it is your fault."

"But you were the one that caused the befuddlement."

"One: stop using big words. Two: it was only because you sent us to a boring place. It was like you were trying to bore us to death so we would leave. Anyway you look at it, Doctor, this is all your fault."

The Doctor knew there was no point in arguing and just mumbled a "Fine," while pinching the bridge of his nose to try and relive the headache he knew was coming. "I have equipment on the TARDIS that can rearrange her brain back to the correct way. We better get going," he replied.

"Okay," Danielle agreed, "but Sam, don't you think you need to tell Dale something?"

"What?" said Sam. She was inspecting her belly button.

"Don't you need to tell Dale to follow us back to the TARDIS?"

"Oh, you're right." She pointed at the rock that Dale was hiding behind. "Dale, follow us. Okay puppy?" She must have gotten a response because the next thing she said was "Good, puppy. I will get you a doggy biscuit when we get back to the TARDIS."

The Doctor just shrugged off this insane behavior and began the trek back to the TARDIS silently praying that he could get Sam normal again. He didn't know if he could withstand two crazy Ira sisters. He needed the sane one back so he could survive.

They were about halfway to the TARDIS when the Doctor noticed something wrong. He looked over at Sam who he forced to hold his hand so she wouldn't get hurt or lost. "Sam, it is quiet," he reported.

"You are right. How about I say something to pass the time?" She began to recite the poem By the Glorious Light Emitted from Lady Hando Kloria of Pith.

"Oh, Lady Kloria, why does your light scorch my eyeballs?

Is it because your beauty far surpasses those of the carcass-eating Pithian desert foxes that roam Klexxon 3?" The Doctor stopped her there.

"No need, Sam, if it is quiet that can only mean one thing." He looked behind him. The Doctor saw only an abandoned mine shaft and sighed. "Where did that insane, little chatterbox you call a sister go?"

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A/N: Here's your story fix. Sorry, we updated late. We were unable to get the Internet at home. I am only able to do this at my town library. For those of you who don't know Spanish, "No hablo Ingles." means "I don't speak English." Oh, there is one more thing I, Nadie, got to do.

One. Two. Three. Happy birthday to you. You live in a zoo. You smell like a monkey and you look like one too. Happy birthday Canadian Monkey. I mean every word of it. (We were going to update last Saturday which was her birthday.) Thank you Nadie!! You're the best big sister ever!!

I hope you like our temporary avatar. It's a monkey. Keep on reviewing guys!

Here is a look into our madness………………

Nadie: Why did we put the word 'smartical' into another of our stories?

CM: Because you let me edit this story this time.

Nadie: I hate that word. I'm going to take it out.

CM: Noooooooooooooo!!!!!!!!! I'm not going to let you.

Nadie: Nothing will stop me in my quest to exterminate the word 'smartical'. Muwah! Ha! Ha! Ha! (Lightening strikes in the background.)

CM: Really? (Holds up Nadie's cat Artemis.) Say bye-bye, Artemis. You won't be seeing Mommy for a long time. How about we go to a place where they eat cat?

Nadie: You wouldn't.

CM: (Holds up a box and some stamps.) Try me.

Nadie: Fine. We can keep the stupid word.

CM: Yeah! (Throws Nadie the cat and skips off into her room.)

Nadie: (Pets cat.) Are you okay, Senior Fluffykins? I'm sorry readers. I just love my cat a lot.