A/N: You know, I had this thought the other day that the Doctor would always be tripping over that long scarf of his...I just had to write this. Lots of updates today, I bet you're all happy with that!
Wardrobe Mishap
Both the Doctor and Romana stopped dead in their tracks, necks craning up in unison to stare at the six glowing yellow eyes that were glaring down at them. The monstrosity reared up, jaws clacking, bladed arms whirring, ready to land a fatal blow.
The Doctor picked K-9 up, and thrust the tin dog into Romana's hands. "Run!" he instructed, and she did. The Time Lord took one last look at the monster trying to eat them, filing the mental image away for future reference, then turned tail and fled.
But, unfortunately for him, after only a few strides, he managed to step on his ridiculously long scarf, tripping himself up in the process. His head thwacked against the ground with a quite audible thump, and his much-loved fedora sliding away across the flagstones.
He rolled over onto his back, only to see the thirty-foot high alien creature rearing above him.
"Shit," he muttered to himself.