Chapter Eleven- Toast Thief

Once again, sorry for disappearing.

I do not own Doctor Who.


It was a normal day in the Tardis. Rose and Mickey had found a new room, which for some reason, was full of couches. Rose was laying sprawled on a three seater black one (with cup holders) while Mickey was acting like a child at a friend's house. He was sitting rigidly on a lime green one, trying to listen to whatever Rose was talking about.

"So, I was in the bathroom about to wash my hair, right. But, I'd run out of shampoo, so I just left it…" Rose babbled tugging at her blond hair.

Suddenly, a penguin on a motorbike spend through the room. Mickey's eyes widened. 'What the hell?'

"But the day after, the Doctor saved me from a robot thingy, so naturally I hugged him." Rose continued like nothing strange had happened.

The Doctor sprinted through the room, with a jar of Nutella in his hand. "Give me back my toast!" He shouted loudly.

"And his hair smelt like cocoanut… that man has been stealing my shampoo!"

The Doctor sprinted back across the room. His fist was raised in triumph and there was a piece of toast in his mouth.

"Now I've got this cinnamon stuff that works a treat but, it's the principle."

There was a loud crash. A wheel rolled into the room, followed by an ash covered penguin.

'Evil virus penguin from the Internet.' Mickey thought.

"Merp!"

"Okay, what the hell is going on here? Why is there a penguin?!" He exclaimed, pointing at the offending bird.

Rose looked at him with an irritated expression. "I'm sorry, I thought we were talking about me."


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