' Stop laughing at me, please ! Help me, my foot is stuck .. it seems like in a coffee cup ,Donna , I told you these go in recycling.. oh stop laughing! Its not funny !'
' I would if you took out the bins, instead of standing in them, trying to get out of it!' she complained. The Doctor, indeed, was standing in one of the metal bins, squashing down the rubbish, now he was stuck . Donna couldn't help it, she burst out laughing when she found him yelling for help.
' I am trying to find a skip or a rubbish tip , but how can I take out the bins in my jim jams? ' he asked. 'Besides Donna, its your turn!'
' It was my turn last week, Spaceman! You're getting forgetful in your old age!' she teased. He shrugged. Donna burst out laughing again, and he shot her a dark look, clearly meaning to stop. She closed her mouth , and grabbed his arm.
' Ok, I'm going to pull you out' she told him calmly, and with a tug, and a crash, the metal bin toppled over, with the Doctor still in it, right on top of Donna, rubbish spilling everywhere. They just looked at each other, the Doctor going slightly red. He was glad that no one else, especially Jack could see this. Donna was red herself, thinking the same thing. Instead, the Doctor flipped onto his back, and burst out laughing, Donna starting to laugh herself. After a few minutes, the Doctor jumped up, pulling Donna up by the hand, and surveyed the area.
' Donna…' he started. Donna was busy putting everything back in the bin. She turned and looked at him. He was smirking.
' Donna, I think its time for me to take out the bins. Who knows , wearing jim jams on bin night may be an adventure!' he acknowledged, beaming away.