My Hands Are A TARDIS (Challenge 182: Acid Test)
Title: My Hands Are a TARDIS
Rating: PG
Characters: Five, Tegan, Nyssa
“My hands, they’re blue,” murmured Nyssa as she swung from an oversized hat rack.
“Your hands are not blue,” said the Doctor as he swatted at Nyssa’s feet with his hat.
“They are so,” exclaimed Nyssa. “See?”
“Nyssa, the TARDIS is blue, not your hands,” said an exacerbated Tegan.
“My hands are a TARDIS?” asked Nyssa. “My hands are a TARDIS! I can go anywhere I want to. Ohhhh, I’ve always wanted to visit Mesopotamia.”
“Why on Earth, Mesopotamia?” asked Tegan.
“Why Not-on-Earth, Mesopotamia?” Nyssa asked in response. “Do you know of any other Mesopotamians?”
“Blimey, she’s stoned,” exclaimed Tegan.
Rating: PG
Characters: Five, Tegan, Nyssa
“My hands, they’re blue,” murmured Nyssa as she swung from an oversized hat rack.
“Your hands are not blue,” said the Doctor as he swatted at Nyssa’s feet with his hat.
“They are so,” exclaimed Nyssa. “See?”
“Nyssa, the TARDIS is blue, not your hands,” said an exacerbated Tegan.
“My hands are a TARDIS?” asked Nyssa. “My hands are a TARDIS! I can go anywhere I want to. Ohhhh, I’ve always wanted to visit Mesopotamia.”
“Why on Earth, Mesopotamia?” asked Tegan.
“Why Not-on-Earth, Mesopotamia?” Nyssa asked in response. “Do you know of any other Mesopotamians?”
“Blimey, she’s stoned,” exclaimed Tegan.