Martha opened her front door and put the basket on the sofa and she then walked into her black kitchen before placing her carrier bag on the kitchen table and that's when she heard a noise come from her living room.

As Martha peered around the corner, she gasped as she saw Gizmo munching on her blue sofa and a thick maelstrom of fluff was created.

'You little shitbag,' she picked up the creature and placed it in a random cat cage she had found under her bed the other day. 'You can stay there now.'

Later that night, Martha was running a bubble bath and as she slipped her clothes off, she climbed into the bath and closed her eyes, letting the water caress her skin.

Then, a sponge fell on her face and she shrieked and looked up to see Gizmo knocking things off the shelf unintentionally as he was trying not to fall in the bath.

'You don't like water do you?' Martha said, standing up and then Gizmo saw her naked and fainted. 'Why is that?'

It fell beside the bath and then Martha scooped it up and ventured downstairs and placed it back in the cat cage before walking back up the stairs to complete her soak.

As she yawned loudly that night, she opened the cage and picked up a hungry Gizmo.

'Let's get you some food,' she searched through her cupboards, not realising it was 12.02am. 'Baked beans?'

Gizmo shook his head ungratefully.

'Chicken?'

Gizmo nodded his head and then the TARDIS materialised inside her kitchen and the Doctor stepped out of his time travelling machine and he smiled at his friend.

'Hey,' she inserted the chicken bone into the gremlin's mouth. 'Some woman gave me him outside Sainsbury's today and… FUCK NO! IT'S PAST MIDNIGHT!'

Martha dropped Gizmo on the floor and joined the Doctor's side.

Gizmo stood up and froth started pouring from his mouth and he grew and grew and grew and shook and made cat noises and then, his fur vanished and his eyes turned a lighter brown and he was soon wearing a salmon bra and knickers and he now possessed the form of Miley Cyrus herself.

'Hey everybody,' he adopted her voice. 'Let's twerk it!'

'OMG, Kill it, KILL IT!' shouted the Doctor and so Martha ran over to the microwave and flung the door open before placing Gizmo's Miley Cyrus head in it and she pressed some buttons.

The Doctor and Martha stepped back and watched as they heard an explosion occur and blook caked the inside of the microwave as Gizmo's head imploded loudly.

'Well done,' said the Doctor and then slowly, Martha opened the door of the kitchen appliance and a headless Gizmo who was now in the form of Miley fell to the floor.

'I haven't got any Cilit Bang left,' said Martha. 'Can you get me some?'

The Doctor went in the TARDIS and cleared off before returning with the cleaning fluid Martha required to clean Gizmo's bloody mess up.

'I guess the moral of it all is to listen to instructions,' assumed Martha as she wiped the head matter off of the inside of her beloved microwave.

'There's a bin,' said the Doctor as he noticed Martha holding the blood-soaked cleaning sponge.

'Well,' Martha began, glaring at the brains and body parts in the microwave. 'I haven't got anything for tea tonight.'

Later on, at about 1am, because Martha was a lover of the night and she liked having her dinner at ridiculous times, she and the Doctor tucked in to some lovely Gizmo brains.

'Well cooked,' smiled the Doctor.

'Isn't it just?' Martha started to laugh manically. 'It's positively fur-raising!'

The Doctor and Martha shook with laughter and then fell back in their seats and from that moment on, no gremlin was ever safe again from the Doctor and Martha's menacing mouths.