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Post by fitzoliverj on Jul 2, 2021 17:31:43 GMT
"Children are not invited on stage to sing a song with Daisy the Cow till later in the performance," insisted Jago. "The Most-High *insists* that you return to your seats!"
"Who is this Most-High person?" asked Bill.
From the darkness of the wings, they heard a chuckle, and a round shape emerged into the light. It was brandishing a sinister-looking pistol.
"Of course," sighed the Doctor. "Who else? Who else - but Beep the Meep!"
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Post by grinch on Jul 2, 2021 17:39:20 GMT
“Who?” asked one of the Sea Devils.
“I just said,” answered the Doctor with more than a trace of irritation in his voice. “He’s Beep the Meep.”
“Well, I’ve never heard of him.” retorted another one of the curiously chatty Sea Devils.
“He’s after your time.” remarked the Doctor. “Then again, so’s everyone.”
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Post by timegirl on Jul 2, 2021 20:43:23 GMT
12 wasn’t going to let Beep the Meep win.
Eyebrows cocked 12 said to Beep, “I challenge you and the scorchies to a sing off. All of you against me and my wife Clara, Bill, and our watery friends here. The audience will decide who they like better. If I win you have you have to change Peter back into a real boy.”
“ But what’s in it for us?” The scorchies said in unison.
“ If you win, you can turn me into a scorchie permanently” 12 said wincing as he said it.
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Post by grinch on Jul 2, 2021 20:53:44 GMT
“Or we could just kill him.” said one of the Sea Devils. The others nodded in agreement and lifted their weapons to aim at the diminutive despot.
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Post by fitzoliverj on Jul 4, 2021 14:42:03 GMT
Beep ran to Clara and flung his arms around her legs. "Oh, please save me," he sobbed. "I'm not a bad Meep, but these bad Scorchies captured me and forced me to take part in their show."
"No we didn't," said a Scorchie.
"I just came to Brighton to ride the donkeys and eat candy-floss and ice-cream," Beep continued. "Don't let those nasty creatures hurt a harmless Meep."
"You're the one in charge," the Scorchie continued.
Clara put her arms around him protectively. "Nobody's going to hurt you, fluffy thing." She glared at the Sea Devils. "Why would you want to hurt such an adorable, sweet little-"
"He did point a gun at me," the Doctor pointed out, irritably. He was never going to get to sing at this rate.
"Only to protect myself," said Beep. "I would never deliberately *hurt* anyone."#
"You hurt us," complained the Scorchies. "We'd never have agreed to team up with you if we'd had hte choice."
Clara hugged Beep closer.
"I've heard of Meeps," Bill commented. "Has he used Black Star radiation to hypnotise her?"
"No, this is just stupidity," the Doctor muttered. "Clara can't resist soft and vulnerable and helpless, useless little things. Did I ever tell you about Danny Pink? But she's been living for thousands of years, the human mind isn't designed to operate for that long, so her judgment's a bit off. And Beep the Meep can look cute when he wants."
"So, can we shoot him or not?" asked a Sea Devil, testily.
"Yes!" chorused the Scorchies.
"Yes!" cried hte audience, who thought this was part of the show.
"No!" shouted the Doctor. "Nobody kill anybody. Especially not you killing Beep - but *especially* not Beep killing me, too."
Beep narrowed his eyes. "I would not hurt you, Doctor," he said in an ingratiating voice. "Come closer...."
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Post by grinch on Jul 4, 2021 15:22:46 GMT
One of the Sea Devils tutted in annoyance and turned to his fellow amphibian.
“Never used to have this problem in the old days...” he muttered. His friend nodded in agreement.
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Post by timegirl on Jul 4, 2021 21:54:09 GMT
Suddenly Beep fell fast asleep in Clara’s arms.
Everyone, some in amazement, some in fear and horror, turned to look at Clara and the unconscious Beep who was now loudly snoring.
“How did you do that?!” 12 said amazement.
“Mom skills.” Clara said shrugging her shoulders.
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Post by fitzoliverj on Jul 5, 2021 13:28:33 GMT
Clara extricated the ray pistol from the Meep's claw.
"Good, that makes everything much safer," the Doctor said. He held out his hand for the pistol.
Clara did not move to do so.
The two Sea Devils exchanged a look, and redirected their own weaponry towards her.
Clara was pointing the gun at the Doctor.
"I don't know who you are," she said firmly, "or what you've done with my husband, but the Doctor would *never* threaten an innocent life like this."
Bill rolled her eyes. "She really *is* thick."
"You too, fishtank," snapped Clara, waving the pistol between the Doctor and Bill and the Sea Devils.
Jago came and stood by her side. He drew out a futuristic-looking pistol of his own. "We must pro-tect the Most-High."
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Post by timegirl on Jul 5, 2021 14:23:20 GMT
“Clara, I am your husband. That creature asleep in your arms is one of the universe’s most dangerous criminals. Please hand over the gun, I don’t want to use it I just need to dispose of it so he can’t use it on anyone.” 12 said
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Post by grinch on Jul 6, 2021 10:18:22 GMT
One of the Scorchies (resembling a giant ladybird) began flicking through some pages.
“Hang on a moment, this wasn’t in the script!”
Another Scorchie (this one resembling a stereotypical vampire with the accent to boot) was also flicking through his script. Before suddenly throwing it up in the air.
“When all else fails, time for some improvisation!”
The Scorchies all grinned and laughed as they began surrounding the group.
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Post by fitzoliverj on Jul 6, 2021 20:28:10 GMT
"Stay back!" cried Clara.
"Desist!" cried Jago.
"The Most-High sought to betray us," said a rabbit-Scorchie. "Now he must die along with these others."
Clara and Jago swung their rayguns round towards the Scorchies. Shrugging, the Sea Devils did the same. Bill raised her arms, summoning a whirling column of water that blocked off the creatures' retreat.
A cry came from the rafters, and looking up the assembled company saw - amongst the ropes and sandbags - a man toting an ancient blunderbuss, pointed directly at the lead Scorchie.
"Richard Mace!" cried the Doctor delightedly, recognising the contemporary actor (and descendent of the Victorian actor (and descendent of the Stuart actor)). "See, Scorchies, you're completely surrounded!"
"That's what you think!" one of the squeaked, as they all suddenly jumped onto a trap door and disappeared into the stage (abandoning puppet Peter as they did so).
"Stop them!" cried the still-hypnotised Jago. "They're getting away!"
"Not if I can help it, old friend!" cried Mace, firing down into the hole, and scattering all on the stage to its four corners to avoid being caught in the blast.
That gave Beep, who had been shamming sleep, his chance. He bit down hard on Clara's arm with his huge teeth,and as she screamed she dropped her gun. He scooped it up and starting firing indiscriminately.
The audience, on realising that the evaporation of several in the front row confirmed that this was *not* part of the show, started screaming and fled for the exits, trampling on each other as they did so.
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Post by grinch on Jul 6, 2021 20:36:33 GMT
It was utter pandemonium. On stage, everyone was dodging a flurry of laser bolts, sonic weapons and geysers of water while below stage, Richard Mace was hunting the puerile puppets with his blunderbuss.
Small holes were blown outwards from the stage floor as the sounds of Richard Mace firing (and obviously missing) alongside the taunts and occasional cries of the Scorchies could be heard.
One of the Sea Devils (currently engaged in combat) turned to his comrade.
“I haven’t had so much fun since the Permian era!”
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Post by grinch on Jul 6, 2021 20:56:25 GMT
The chaos was suddenly interrupted as the roof of the theatre was torn off to reveal a Titan of a creature. A ginormous vat of what appeared to be filled with noxious chemicals moulded in the effigy of a human. The creature throwing the remains of the roof to the side looked down at the tiny figures below. Who in turn looked up in disbelief at the massive creature.
“What is that?” muttered one of the Sea Devils.
“It’s Chemo!” gasped Puppet Peter who had been cowering in the corner in the meantime.
Richard Mace’s head suddenly popped his body up through one of the holes in the stage floor, currently in the midst of throttling one of the Scorchies.
“Chemo?” he asked.
The Doctor turned to the side and shook his head. “Comic books” he muttered in disgust.
The creature called Chemo tilted its head and continued to examine them. Before taking a deep breath as if preparing to exhale the chemicals that were currently bubbling away inside him...
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Post by fitzoliverj on Jul 7, 2021 15:54:15 GMT
("Why did you do that?" asked a Time Lord agent, as she watched her colleague throwing comic after comic into a Fictional Generator.
He shrugged. "Just a bit of fun. If we can't travel back in time and shoot the Borad again, at least we can set giant monsters to destroy theatres."
"But how's this going to advance our people's war against the Enemy?"
"Ah, who cares? We're entitled to a lunch break."
"Time is an illusion, they say; lunchtime doubly so."
The second Time Lord shrugged again, and leafed through his pile of comics. Grinning, he pulled another out, and threw it into the Generator. "Let's see how Chemo does against - ")
Half a dimension away, Chemo turned to see, approaching him, through the streets of Brighton... was that? Could it be?
The Doctor glared at everybody in the smoking remains of the theatre. "All right, who tried thinking of something that couldn't possibly hurt us?"
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Post by grinch on Jul 7, 2021 16:01:25 GMT
Puppet Peter coughed and nervously raised his hand. The Doctor scowled at him, the Scorchie currently being throttled by Mace let out a small giggle and then was promptly silenced by a thump on the head.
Approaching Chemo through the streets of Brighton was none other than a giant version of Desperate Dan. A large smile on his face, each step he took sending out small earthquakes which shook what was left of the theatre.
Chemo roared with anger and slowly marched towards his foe. The chemicals within him bubbling away.
The Doctor sighed. He was really getting too old for this.
“You and I going to have a long talk about what constitutes fine literature after this” he said to the young lad. “Mark my words.”
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Post by grinch on Jul 7, 2021 18:52:26 GMT
“Why is he so big?” asked the curious Time Lord.
Her Time Lord grinned at her as he continued to rummage through the comics in front of him.
“Bumper Summer Special” he said.
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Post by timegirl on Jul 7, 2021 18:58:51 GMT
Puppet Peter grabbed hold of 12’s leg, “Doctor, I’m scared.” The small puppet boy cried.
“I know you’re scared but-“ 12 stopped and looked at his now felt hands!
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Post by grinch on Jul 7, 2021 19:06:57 GMT
He pushed the boy off him and examined them.
“Hmm. Clearly the Scorchies Felt Virus is still rather contagious.” he noted.
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Post by timegirl on Jul 7, 2021 19:11:44 GMT
Meanwhile, where was Clara?
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Post by fitzoliverj on Jul 8, 2021 16:28:27 GMT
Flying through the sky, still under the Meep's spell (his having bitten her notwithstanding), in a Black Star Energy-powered spaceship, the glorious Beep the Meep at the controls; Clara gave no thought for her friends or her children or the Doctor himself.
As it spun through the air, the two giant monsters were caught in its exhaust trail and slowly began to evaporate, their fictional energy no match for that of the Black Star.
The Doctor watched in horror as the ship got smaller and smaller, and ultimately vanished. Beep may have set as destination *anywhere* in the universe!
The Black Star radiation began to disperse, and Henry Gordon Jago III began to come out of his trance.
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