A stream of Daleks poured out of the shadows all around the Doctor.
"Exterminate! Exterminate!"
"Handles?" the Doctor said into his earpiece, self-conscious about holding a broken Dalek eyestalk in front of an army of Daleks.
"Exterminate! Exterminate!"
The Daleks began to fire and the Doctor ducked with a shout. He jumped up and flew into the air, flying in circles and zig-zagging as laser beams shot at him from all sides.
"Exterminate!"
"Handles? Agh! Handles?" the Doctor shouted, flying wildly around the room with no direction.
Handles finally teleported him back to the TARDIS.
He threw off his cloak and flew angrily up the steps to Handles, the decapitated Cyberman head. "Every ship I go on, they just shoot at me." He landed and paced to rant. "Handles, I said, 'put me on a ship.' I didn't say 'put me on a Dalek ship.' Don't put me on a Dalek ship when I'm holding a broken bit of Dalek!" He hit the Cyberman head with the Dalek eyestalk hard enough that it bounced back up and smacked his forehead. "Ow!"
"Okay, don't be alarmed, I come in-." The Doctor stopped, seeing the rows of Cybermen in stasis chambers. He looked at Handles, the decapitated Cyberman head on a stick in his hand, and turned back to the Cybermen.
"Alert! Alert!" the Cybermen called.
"Peace!" the Doctor finished, "No."
He stepped back and used the sonic screwdriver to open the exit door as the Cybermen stepped out of their chambers.
"Intruder detected. The intruder will be upgraded."
The Doctor flew away as fast as he could as the Cybermen shot at him. He used Handles to block a few shots. "Agh! Sorry." He flew into the TARDIS and closed the door.
"There is a Weeping Angel under the snow. Looks like a statue, isn't a statue," the Doctor said quickly, "Can you get your foot out?"
Clara wiggled her foot in the Weeping Angel's grasp, "Only if I get out of my shoe."
"You're not wearing one."
"Good point."
"Okay, just pull, hard!"
Clara grunted. "I'm trying!"
"Oh . . . ." The Doctor floated off the ground, holding Clara, and set himself to fly away as hard as he could. "One . . . two . . . three!" He pulled Clara as hard as he could while Clara pulled and her foot finally slipped out. "Yeah!"
Clara fell and the Doctor wasn't concentrating, so she pulled him after her down the hill. He slid in the snow for a moment before catching the air again, but it was too late. They landed in a clearing surrounded by half-buried Weeping Angels. As the snow fell, blocking their sight, the Weeping Angels began to climb out of the snow. Flying was just as pointless as running; the Weeping Angels had wings too.
"Speak your name and this world will burn!" Tasha's enormous hologram in the sky finished.
"No, this planet is protected," the Doctor said. He turned and buzzed the sonic screwdriver at the mechanism in the tower, making the bell toll. He jumped over the side of the tower and floated down to the steps of the church as people gathered to see why the bell was tolling.
"Doctor! Doctor! There's another one!" Barnable shouted from the church steps.
The Doctor picked up his cane, used for fooling the enemy into thinking he was old and weak, grabbed the fixed toys, and floated to the church entrance. He stepped outside on the air, pretending to be using the cane.
"The Doctor is required," the wooden Cyberman repeated.
The Doctor tossed his cane to a boy nearby. "There you go." He tossed Barnable his toy. "There you go, Barnable."
"Thanks," Barnable said.
"Working fine, nice action, don't leave it out in the rain again." The Doctor reached into his jacket pocket, pulled out a toy train, and tossed it to a girl. "Fixed the wheels and the anti-gravs."
The boy tossed the Doctor's cane back.
"The anti-whats?" the girl asked.
"May have gone a bit far," the Doctor said, floating down the steps. He walked on the air toward the Cyberman, pretending to use the cane. "Now then, what do we have today? Don't you move one step further. Wooden Cyberman. Nice, like it. Low-tech, doesn't set off the alarms upstairs."
"And what's the dance we're doing?" the Doctor asked the kids as he waved his arms stiffly above his head.
"The drunk giraffe!" the kids answered, waving their arms similarly.
"The drunk giraffe! Yeah, it is! Merry Christmas. Give me a hug, bring it in."
The kids crowded and hugged the Doctor. Every kid that touched him floated into the air. The Doctor floated with all the kids as they laughed and cheered.
"The trouble with Daleks is, they take so long to say anything. Probably die of boredom before they shoot me." The Doctor turned to face the stairs. He floated and slowly rose up the stairs, hunched over his cane, almost as if he was riding an invisible escalator.
Clara sobbed and moved back to the Doctor's rocking chair.