A doggone nuisance."Tah-rah-rah-boom-dee-ay! Tah-rah-rah-boom-dee-ay!"
The Doctor cheerfully sung to himself as he danced around the TARDIS control column. He and the Ponds had just returned from England, 1903, and in rather a rush, too. It seems that the royal family doesn't take kindly to magical blue boxes appearing suddenly at the palace. But, all things considered, they'd made a nice day of it, and also had a tour of the place on the way out. Which was lovely, the Doctor thought.
Amy and Rory had run ahead to get changed before their dinner in modern-day Versailles, leaving the Doctor alone in the console room, happily pressing buttons, and-
The TARDIS lurched to one side, sending the Doctor flying across the room. After a few seconds, he got up slowly, straightened his bow tie and said "Now, dear. What was all that abou-"
The TARDIS shook again, sending him flying once more. This time, he got up and stomped around the console, angrily waggling his finger. "What's the matter w