Prequel.
She watched him at the TARDIS control panel - his gaunt frame hunched over that incredible incandescent array of switches, levers, buttons and dials. He seemed lost in thought ("Again", she thought to herself), possibly pondering which of the controls to operate next or perhaps some inane rambling awaited her if she dared to ask what was on his mi-
"The Ninja Turtles are posers by comparison."
Rose blinked, dumbstruck by this proclamation. "I'm sorry...?"
The Doctor looked up from his rapt contemplation and made eye contact with her. "You heard me, Rose Tyler - the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles are shallow posers compared to the Pre-Teen Dirty-Gene Kung-Fu Kangaroos."
She scanned his face, looking for any trace of irony or humor. There were none.
"Pre-Teen.... Kangaroos....?"
The Doctor strode over, "Pre-Teen Dirty-Gene Kung-Fu Kangaroos, Rose. And don't give me any of that, 'Oh, but Doctor, the TMNT came first and the PTDGKFK were just created as a parody'."
Try as she might, Rose could not begin to address these wild accusations. Every now and again, he'd get fixated on some point of human pop culture and become obsessively passionate about it. She still hadn't entirely recovered from when he discovered and memorized Ke$ha's 'Tik Tok' - for nearly a month, wherever they went, he would sing it, loudly to whomever was within earshot. As they had yet to travel to a time and / or place where loudly regurgitating Ke$ha songs was a crime against humanity, Rose found herself to be his perpetually captive audience, waggling his finger back and forth like a clock pendulum every time he arrived at the chorus. As of recent, she noted, he had been listening to Katy Perry and this was slightly more tolerable, even though he seemed to take just a little too much pleasure in singing about being a firework or what he might or might not do every Friday night.
"I WON'T STAND FOR YOUR CLAIMS THAT THE COLOSSAL NUCLEAR BAMBINO SAMURAI SNAILS WERE THE SUPERIOR ANTHROPOMORPHIC ANIMAL FIGHTING TEAM, ROSE!"
Rose didn't dare scream back but she knew, full-well, how to diffuse this incredibly awkward situation. She just really didn't want to do it. She closed her eyes, took a full breath, then opened her eyes and stared the Doctor straight in the eye.
"WAKE UP IN THE MORNIN' FEELIN' LIKE P. DIDDY!", she sang out.
The Doctor stopped in his tracks, as if someone had slapped him right across the face. He gulped, then took a breath. He pulled out the brainy specs from his coat pocket and slipped them on and slowly began to sing:
"Grab my glasses, I'm out the door, I'm gonna HIT THIS CITY!" came the gleeful response.
Within seconds, the passionate anger over humanoid crime-fighting animals had mutated into a singing and dancing whirling dervish who, to all outward appearances, had canned heat in his heels tonight.
"BEFORE I LEAVE, BRUSH MY TEEF WITH A BOTTLE OF JACK, 'CAUSE WHEN I LEAVE FOR THE NIGHT I AIN'T COMIN' BACK!"
She breathed a sigh of relief - this would probably continue for the next month. Then again, the whole thing was her fault to begin with - she had shown him the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles as a way of getting him away from Ke$ha and she had suffered through endless discussions about their eye masks, nearly constant requests for pizza, and extremely frequent trips to Feudal Japan. She couldn't count how many times he claimed they were going to stop The Daleks or the Cybermen, only to open the TARDIS doors and nearly get hit by throwing stars, or sliced in twain by katana blades . She even witnessed him twirling nunchuks while the TARDIS careened through the time vortex. And how many times had he asked her, "Rose, which one am I? Which Turtle do you think I am?", all the while giving her those big puppy-dog eyes. He really was a little boy at heart sometimes. But now he was getting into the spin-offs and parodies that arose in the wake of the TMNT ("Probably including," Rose thought to herself, "the Pre-Teen Dirty-Gene Kung-Fu Kangaroos and Colossal Nuclear Bambino Samurai Snails") and becoming equally passionate, if not moreso, about them.
Suddenly, the TARDIS violently rocked, sending Rose and the still singing / dancing Doctor crashing into the wall. The Doctor, knocked out of his song, ran to the control panel.
"Doctor, what happened?? Where are we?"
His eyes scanned the monitors and his face went from deep concern to unabashed joy.
"What?! Doctor, where are we??"
With as big a smile as she had ever seen on his face, he turned the monitor to face her. She looked and an incredible sense of dread filled her from head to toe. The question was inevitable. She could only pray that he came to his senses and didn't ask if they could-
"Rose - brace yourself - we've materialized at Chuck E Cheese. Can we go??"
[CLOSE UP ON DOCTOR'S WIDE-EYED JUBILANT FACE, CUT TO DOCTOR WHO TITLES / THEME SONG]
"The Ninja Turtles are posers by comparison."
Rose blinked, dumbstruck by this proclamation. "I'm sorry...?"
The Doctor looked up from his rapt contemplation and made eye contact with her. "You heard me, Rose Tyler - the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles are shallow posers compared to the Pre-Teen Dirty-Gene Kung-Fu Kangaroos."
She scanned his face, looking for any trace of irony or humor. There were none.
"Pre-Teen.... Kangaroos....?"
The Doctor strode over, "Pre-Teen Dirty-Gene Kung-Fu Kangaroos, Rose. And don't give me any of that, 'Oh, but Doctor, the TMNT came first and the PTDGKFK were just created as a parody'."
Try as she might, Rose could not begin to address these wild accusations. Every now and again, he'd get fixated on some point of human pop culture and become obsessively passionate about it. She still hadn't entirely recovered from when he discovered and memorized Ke$ha's 'Tik Tok' - for nearly a month, wherever they went, he would sing it, loudly to whomever was within earshot. As they had yet to travel to a time and / or place where loudly regurgitating Ke$ha songs was a crime against humanity, Rose found herself to be his perpetually captive audience, waggling his finger back and forth like a clock pendulum every time he arrived at the chorus. As of recent, she noted, he had been listening to Katy Perry and this was slightly more tolerable, even though he seemed to take just a little too much pleasure in singing about being a firework or what he might or might not do every Friday night.
"I WON'T STAND FOR YOUR CLAIMS THAT THE COLOSSAL NUCLEAR BAMBINO SAMURAI SNAILS WERE THE SUPERIOR ANTHROPOMORPHIC ANIMAL FIGHTING TEAM, ROSE!"
Rose didn't dare scream back but she knew, full-well, how to diffuse this incredibly awkward situation. She just really didn't want to do it. She closed her eyes, took a full breath, then opened her eyes and stared the Doctor straight in the eye.
"WAKE UP IN THE MORNIN' FEELIN' LIKE P. DIDDY!", she sang out.
The Doctor stopped in his tracks, as if someone had slapped him right across the face. He gulped, then took a breath. He pulled out the brainy specs from his coat pocket and slipped them on and slowly began to sing:
"Grab my glasses, I'm out the door, I'm gonna HIT THIS CITY!" came the gleeful response.
Within seconds, the passionate anger over humanoid crime-fighting animals had mutated into a singing and dancing whirling dervish who, to all outward appearances, had canned heat in his heels tonight.
"BEFORE I LEAVE, BRUSH MY TEEF WITH A BOTTLE OF JACK, 'CAUSE WHEN I LEAVE FOR THE NIGHT I AIN'T COMIN' BACK!"
She breathed a sigh of relief - this would probably continue for the next month. Then again, the whole thing was her fault to begin with - she had shown him the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles as a way of getting him away from Ke$ha and she had suffered through endless discussions about their eye masks, nearly constant requests for pizza, and extremely frequent trips to Feudal Japan. She couldn't count how many times he claimed they were going to stop The Daleks or the Cybermen, only to open the TARDIS doors and nearly get hit by throwing stars, or sliced in twain by katana blades . She even witnessed him twirling nunchuks while the TARDIS careened through the time vortex. And how many times had he asked her, "Rose, which one am I? Which Turtle do you think I am?", all the while giving her those big puppy-dog eyes. He really was a little boy at heart sometimes. But now he was getting into the spin-offs and parodies that arose in the wake of the TMNT ("Probably including," Rose thought to herself, "the Pre-Teen Dirty-Gene Kung-Fu Kangaroos and Colossal Nuclear Bambino Samurai Snails") and becoming equally passionate, if not moreso, about them.
Suddenly, the TARDIS violently rocked, sending Rose and the still singing / dancing Doctor crashing into the wall. The Doctor, knocked out of his song, ran to the control panel.
"Doctor, what happened?? Where are we?"
His eyes scanned the monitors and his face went from deep concern to unabashed joy.
"What?! Doctor, where are we??"
With as big a smile as she had ever seen on his face, he turned the monitor to face her. She looked and an incredible sense of dread filled her from head to toe. The question was inevitable. She could only pray that he came to his senses and didn't ask if they could-
"Rose - brace yourself - we've materialized at Chuck E Cheese. Can we go??"
[CLOSE UP ON DOCTOR'S WIDE-EYED JUBILANT FACE, CUT TO DOCTOR WHO TITLES / THEME SONG]