A/N: There are a considerable number of different Doctor Who script techniques used in this short story. Can YOU spot them all? :o

Title: Perfect Day
Rating: K
Summary: A typical day for Doctor and Donna.
Pairings: None.

"Well that was a bit of a bumpy landing!" the Doctor proclaimed as he and Donna stepped out of the TARDIS and into a busy London high street.

"Doctor!" Donna suddenly yelled, pointing behind his shoulder. He turned to see a giant adipose at least double the height of the buildings around them walking up the high street with its arms outstretched, a huge smile on its face. People screamed and ran from around the huge feet.

"It's an adult adipose!" the Doctor gasped, looking shocked. "But that's impossible!"

"HUUUUUUUUUG!" the adipose boomed, people and objects falling beneath its feet.

"Doctor!" Donna yelled, grabbing his arm. "Stop standing there looking hot and RUN!"

"No Donna!" the Doctor yelled as the adipose got closer. "I have to give it a chance!"

"You bloody prune!"

The Doctor wrenched his arm out of Donna's grip and ran back. Donna covered her eyes.

"I'm the Doctor!" the Doctor yelled up at it, and it stopped in its tracks, big eyes swivelling and looking down at the small person standing in front of it. "Whatever you want, I can help you! Just leave the Earth and its people alone!"

"HUUUUUUUUUG!" the adipose boomed, stretching out its arms to the Doctor. The Doctor spread a grin and turned back to Donna.

"See? He just wants a hug!" He reached up his arms towards the adult adipose, inviting it into a hug. "I'll hug you!"

"HUUUUUUUUUG!" the adipose boomed again, leaning down to the Doctor…

Then it exploded.

The Doctor was flung backwards onto the concrete, covered head to toe in fat. Donna ran forward in a panic, dropping to her knees beside him. He was convulsing in pain. "Doctor! What is it?! How can I help?!"

"The adiposian fat has welded itself to the interior of my stratum basale!" the Doctor gasped, "I need to transfer the adiposian fat to my stratum corneum to allow vasoconstriction to liquidise it into sweat for evaporation!"

"The what of the what?" Donna asked. The Doctor stared at her as though she'd just dribbled on her shirt.

"If it does, then… then… I'll turn into an adipose!"

"What can I do?!" Donna yelled.

"KISS ME!" the Doctor cried, and Donna grabbed his lapels and placed a whopper on his lips. After a moment they broke apart and the Doctor expelled a cream-coloured smoky substance from his mouth, before jumping to his feet within an instant.

Donna straightened up to full height, staring at the Doctor. "That meant nothin', Doctor."

The Doctor sighed heavily, shoulders sagging. "Rose…" he murmured, before taking Donna's hand. "Allons-y!" he said, and the two of them walked back inside the TARDIS, ready to get back to the Universe.