Chapter Two
The Eleventh Doctor was relaxing in his console room when Amy and Rory came down the back stairs.
"Good morning, Doctor," Amy said, giving him a warm smile.
To her and Rory's surprise, the Doctor suddenly burst into song and sang to them.
"Good morning, Amy. How goes the day. Isn't it time to get up and play? Let's go explore, let's roam some more but make sure, Amy, you don't act like a whore."
Amy and Rory stared at him.
"Act like a whore?" Amy said. "I don't act like a whore, Doctor."
"Amy and Rory sitting in a tree," the Doctor sang. "K-I-S-S-I-N-G. First came love, second came marriage. Then came River, then came her kidnapping, then came her regeneration, then came her growing up with…"
"Shut up, Doctor," Amy said as she and Rory stepped onto the console platform.
"Rory, my boy, do you like being Amy's little toy?" the Doctor warbled. "Don't act so coy, Rory, my boy."
"You're certainly in a musical mood this morning," Amy said to him.
"My name is the Doctor and I'm here to say. I come from a planet called Gallifrey. I'm cool, I'm bad, I'm all that and more. Too bad Amy Pond is still a great, big whore."
"Shut up, Doctor," Amy said while he sniggered.
She eyed Rory when he briefly snickered at that and then shut up under her gaze.
"When Irish eyes are smiling," the Doctor sang. "It's impossible because Irish eyes can't smile. Becaaaause they're eeeeeeyes-uh!"
"Funny," Rory said while Amy chuckled.
"I wanna run, I wanna run, I wanna wanna have some fun. Let's go run, let's go play, let's go fight another day. I wanna run; I wanna run and beat up a harmless nuuuuun!"
Amy and Rory looked at each other.
"Are you going to sing the entire day?" Amy asked the Doctor.
"I am, I am, let's have some Spam!" the Doctor warbled. "Let's eat and eat and…"
"Yeah?" Rory said when the Doctor paused to think of something that rhymes with Spam. Rather than find a rhyme, the Doctor decided to think of a new song instead.
"Rory the Roman, he's a roaming round the countryside," the Doctor warbled. "Commiting suicide. He's roaming round the countryside committing suicide and homicide and infanticide and genocide and regicide and…"
"Can you stop and drop us off somewhere until you get through singing everything?" Rory said to the Doctor.
"I have a wife, my butter knife," the Doctor sang while he ignored the Ponds. "She's my hearts, my soul, the light of my life. She's a bit belligerent and a bit opinionated but she's got some curly hair that's a bit overrated!"
"Funny," Amy said while Rory grinned.
"You must be in a good mood," Rory said.
"Well, I just decided to sing everything and see what you're reaction would be. I do get a bit bored from time to time," the Doctor said with a shrug.
Amy chuckled.
"You oughta come and find us then," she said, hugging him. "We get bored as well and we're always ready for an adventure. It's better than sitting here in this big room, yeah?"
"Yeah," the Doctor said, basking in the love and affection of his in-laws.
"So, stop the singing and let's go find somewhere to explore," Amy said.
The Doctor leapt up.
"We're gonna explore, we're gonna explore," he sang as he walked towards his console. "But I gotta say that Amy's still a whore."
Rory laughed when Amy slapped the Doctor's back playfully.
"Right," the Doctor said as Amy patted his back. "Let's find someplace to go."