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A/N I would like to thank everyone that has reviewed, sent a suggestion, added this story to alert, added to favourites or has even taken time to read it. What would I do without y'all?

Okay, so I know I haven't updated on this in the past few weeks and I think I've lost any kind of inspiration to conclude the last chapter for the moment - so I apologize for this. But - who knows? - I might find the inspiration to finish it off in a couple of weeks or so.

Anyway, here's a chapter for DrWhoLover815! (As she suggested) A/N

"No!" Jessie suddenly found herself empthasising as she placed her foot down on the matter - as usual of course, but she almost never noticed when she did so. "We all know that the ninth Doctor is the best of them all."

The toys within the small group on the sofa in the Anderson's living room had all found themselves arguing literally as soon as they had decided that they needed to choose what TV show to place on from Mr and Ms. Anderson's collection of DVDs by the TV set ten minutes before, and they had all been arguing non-stop since.

"I have to disagree with you there." Buttercup interrupted, speaking his 'honest' mind for at least the tenth time that day. "Tennant's clearly the best of them all. We have 43% of the fans preferring him as the Doctor more so than any of the others."

Deciding to utter a smart comment, Hamm spoke up.

"Seventy-seven percent of statistics are made up on the spot annually."

To Hamm's left, there was Slinky and to the Piggy Bank's right, Mr. Potato Head stood with his arms crossed - completely unsure of why he was one of the only six toys within this group as he forced away another groan. At the Piggy Bank's comment however, Slinky found his eyebrows arching towards the ceiling.

"Should that even make sense?" The Slinky Dog questioned, only to receive a casual shrug from the plastercine Piggy Bank in return.

"Eh, proabably not."

"But the ninth one has such a cool jacket though." Jessie found herself saying out of absolute desperation as she tried to get her point across, staring down at the posing stars upon the series one DVD set of Doctor Who, before cooeing. "And he had such a cool screw driver!"

Actually, she barely even knew what she was talking about here, but she had caught a glimpse of the first series of the Programme some time before and had been told that the main character had been the ninth Doctor.

"They all have that screw driver." Slinky pointed out, unaware of why he was even playing his part in the argument to begin with considering the fact that he had never been interested in the series to begin with.

"What about the eleventh?" Hamm asked, his artificial eyebrows arching smugly as the words rolled of his synthetic tongue, trying to outwit anyone he possible could in this situation - as he did ALL of the time... "He had his own screw-driver."

"Talk about big-headed much." Mr. Potato Head found himself grumbling, almost instantly attracting the attention of Bullseye who had remained quiet all through out the argument by Jessie's side. The horse found himself neighing in shock, catching the others off guard since they had almost forgotten that he had even been there to begin with.

However, Jessie had a knack for being able to read Bullseye's expression like a book, so she spoke up on account for the horse.

"I wouldn't say that if I were you." Jessie adviced, stroking Bullseye's mane comfortingly, "We have a die-hard Eleventh Doctor fan here."

Using no words to support Jessie's words, Bullseye nodded in agreement.

"Well, I'm all for the seventh." Mr. Potato Head butted in, barely even knowing what he had been talking about in the slightest as he drew his plastic arms away from his chest.

"Do you even know how long McCoy was the Doctor for?" Hamm found himself asking as he rolled his eyes, reading the spud's expression like an open book in an instant.

To Hamm's surprise, Mr. Potato Head did actually know which Doctor he had been referring to. But the urge to roll his eyes after Jessie's next comment seemed irresistable:

"Huh? You mean 'McCoy' as in the crisp?"

A/N Okay... I know I've probably said this many times before, but I really don't know what my mind was on when I had been writing this chapter. Maybe I think too far into things? Or maybe the strange happenings in my contaminated mind have actually began to seem plausible for once? I really don't know...

Sorry again for taking so long to update.

Is there anything you all would like to read in this soon?

Well, have a nice day. A/N