In Soviet Gift Shop World, Gifts Purchase You!

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"In Soviet Gift Shop World, Gifts Purchase You!"
Who: David and Harry Cat
Where: Fob!watch verse

"Where's the Doctor?"  It only occurred to David to ask this seemingly important question roughly and hour after being in contact with the man that gave them shelter and shuttled them from world to world.  He and Harry had just been booted out of one gift

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"I should of worn a hoodie," Harry mused, clearly not listening to David as he adjusted the white hat with ear flaps that had the words 'GIFT' sprawled over the top of it. They could of a least come up with a quirky slogan or a mascot or something. But everything just had the word gift in big official letters stamped all over it.

Looking at David, he raised an eyebrow before realising he was being talked to. His tail twitched from where it was hidden in his trousers and he frowned deeply. Something was wrong.

They were missing the Doctor.

"Oh no he's run off without us. Again! I say we get him a leash."

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"No, no, don't say that. You don't want to get the 'trapping the Doctor' speech again do you? Because me? No, I definitely do not." He was really very adamant about that. Putting his bags into the small pocket universe that happened to be given to them when they arrived to carry all of their purchases when on the planet, David looked up and down the street.

There were just queues everywhere. It was somewhat insane. Queues for shops, queues for queues for shops...

Mad!

"Let's try down this way?"

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"I have to say, of all the places we've been stranded, this is better. I mean, anything is better than the whole 'frost bite after being stolen by evil Santa' incident," Yes, he was not over that one at all. Unlike original Harry, cat-Harry went on and on about the annoyance of being kidnapped instead of ignoring it.

As they headed down, there was ore queues upon queues upon queues and-- oh! There was one over there with only five people.

"Go there!"

Shoving David along till they were into the line, he lazily stood there with a bored expression. Hey, it killed time.

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David didn't understand why Harry liked queuing so much. It seemed like a mondo waste of time. He needed to find the Doctor. Couldn't they stand outside of a queue and do that?

A few metres away, one of the Gift Shop World Security Officers stopped two kids who looked to just be standing there... Evidently no.

One always had to wait on queue for something here.

How did they sleep?!

"Harry, this is not finding us the Doct-- OH!"

There was that sound. Perfect! Vroop, vroop!

It didn't occur to David that hearing it meant that they were too late. "Let's go!"

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Harry started running, which wasn't the most manly thing that Harry did but for all his flail and kickyness, he did outrun David. But it didn't matter how fast he'd run because he could see the TARDIS in the distance and it was slowly disappearing. "No, no, no, no!"

But it was gone by the time he even got near. The Doctor was gone and-- and a lot of people had turned to watch the odd hatted man and his companion run after empty space.

"He-- He left us."

Why would the Doctor leave them behind here with just queues and shops. This was rubbish!

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It wasn't the first time that they'd gotten left, though never quite on purpose.

"What time is is-- NO! Nevermind, let me look!" Harrys and watches? Bad combination. "Oh! OH! We were suppose to be back an hour ago! He might have thought--"

David sat on the ground, panting, and hung his head. Times like this were when he missed Rose Tyler most of all.

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Harry blinked and pulled his pocketwatch out. Only he could touch it now, the Master had made it so it would only be triggered when Harry really needed it. Course he didn't want to even try to open it. The Doctor had got him a cheap digital watch meant for a young child judging by the plastic. He checked it over before frowning.

"Mine says... its 12.09am?"

Oh great, his watch was off. Dropping on the floor by David, he sighed and let his head rest on the Doctors shoulder. They sat there for a while until something prodded David's back. An unimpressed looking man in a sharp uniform and a baton.

"Hey buddy, even pick a line or leave the planet now."

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Christ. More queuing!

"We're going to have to stand on line until the Doctor figures out we're gone and comes back for us." Which could be in ten years. The man didn't seem to have a good grasp of time for being a Time Lord. He likely had noticed that he and Harry were missing right away but one wrong squeeze or spin would make him come back for them ten years from now!

He pulled Harry with him and grasped his hand.

Ten years...they could do this for ten years!

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David might of but Harry doubted he could do this any longer. He was on the verge of losing his temper already, the first queue was just never ending. As he stood there, bored as hell, the line moved slowly as he and Harry queued up for... hmm, what did the sign say.

Harry squinted in confusion at the sign above it.

"David, we're standing in the queue for a butchers."

What were they going to do with raw meat? Well, David couldn't do much but Harry could. Oooh he actually fancied a nice raw steak. But that would be rather pricey. "Do you have any money? I have about 50 credits."

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David shook his head. "Only two or three credits left. I bought that brilliant Gift Shop World keychain at the last shop and it pretty much cleaned me out."

He didn't mind waiting. He'd spent his life waiting. His actually, three year old life, not the implanted memories he now held as sacred. Getting to wait with Harry was perfectly lovely. Even if he couldn't exactly scratch his ears like he wanted to.

Cat people certainly were not the most respected creatures in this particular universe were they!?

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They really weren't, which was why the closer they got, the more 'no pets allowed' pictures were features with a red cross over pictures of adorable kittens. It seemed like Harry was going to have to stay hidden or he might end up kicked out. Despite not actually being anyones pet or an adorable kitten.

He was a man, thus a cat. Despite what the Doctor's claim that all people from Harry's race were kitten!people.

"So we have about 53 credits? What happens if we run out? Do we just mindlessly wonder around till the Doctor gets back?" Urgh, that sounded awful. Looks like he'd have to use his 53 credits for food and water!

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"He won't be gone that long..." But he probably will be. And David knew that. It didn't stop him from trying to give Harry the proper pep talks. It was what he was meant to do-- Protect Harry. Even from himself. "And if he is, I'll get some work in one of these shops and we'll have plenty of fish for you."

He'd never let a Harry suffer from lack of delicious things to eat! It was sort of David's initial MO, constantly supplying his own Harry with muffins and coffee.

"Don't worry."

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Unfortunately both normal Harry and cat Harry found that a little annoying. It was fine at first but-- well, when you're trying to mark papers or read and a muffin is thrusted upon you, it can be a little frustrating. It explained why original Harry had taken to throwing his morning muffin at David whenever he was blowing up rockets outside. Muffins were weapons, not food!

"It'll be fine. We'll get food we both like and it should all work out."

As they entered the butchers shop after 20 minutes in line, there wasn't actually much that appealed to Harry. They had an hour to leave and, unfortunately, there appeared to be a one buy minimum order.

"David, what looks the cheapest?"

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Why were there never prices on anything? David sighed and tilted his head to the side. He almost wanted to just point and offer their credit stick and be done with it.

It just didn't end up working like that. David did his grinning and pointing and the butcher did his cutting and the bill came to four thousand credits.

David's face well. "Ah, how about 53 credits worth instead?"

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"We have nothing worth 53 credits."

Harry frowned and pulled what little he had from his pockets. His credit stick with the fifty credits, a packet of chewing gum, his watch and a small keyring torch... just in case. "Erm, how about a trade? Will you take chewing gum and a torch?"

"I'll take your hat and shoes," the man behind the till countered. He found it fun to bater with patrons. They he could sell their stolen clothes to the man who ran the cloth store and make a nice profit.

"No deal. Sorry, we'll just leave it all."

Course, that wasn't an option, what with the one buy minimum. The shop guard was eyeing them with clear mistrust. Turning his head to David, he gave him a small frown. "Anything worth trading?"

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"How about..." David had a lot of items in his bag. Shirts and extra hats and keychains and shot glasses... David pulled it all out and laid it on the counter.

In the end, he and Harry were actually able to get that bit of meat. Trading back was not an option. So, with very little by way of souvenirs, and no money left to their name, David handed the bag of meat to Harry and smiled at him as encouragingly as possible.

"We're going to have to leave," he whispered under his breath. "We can't wait in a queue any more. We'll just have to trust the Doctor will sort it."