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[#024] Deelybobbers (Doctor Who)
Theme Prompt: #024: Life Hack
Title: 'Deelybobbers'
Fandom: Doctor Who
Rating/Warnings: G; No warnings
Bonus: Yes
Word Count: 736
Summary: It was hard to argue with him. After all, he was the one wearing the deelybobbers.
"They're staring at us again."
"Don't be silly. They're not staring at us. They're staring at me."
It was hard to argue with him. After all, he was the one wearing the deelybobbers. Long magenta tinsel was held onto the deelybobbers' springs with large, bright pink poofs. The average little girl would have died for a pair.
And they had absolutely no business whatsoever sitting on the Doctor's head.
"Why are you doing this," Amy muttered in a resigned groan, watching as he dashed along the strand.
He was making loud whooping noises, garnering the unwelcome attention of confused families--families who, to judge by the baffled looks on their faces, evidently hadn't expected their holiday to be disrupted by such a ridiculous spectacle.
"There's an Ilflam on this beach," he replied, flapping his arms as he passed Amy. "I thought I'd told you!"
"You told me, but you didn't explain what an Ilflam was," Amy pointed out. "And I'm still waiting for you to explain why you're making an idiot of yourself in public."
The Doctor paused mid-dash. "Am I making an idiot of myself, Pond," he asked her, looking confused.
"I'm sorry, but yeah. A pretty huge one, in fact. Which brings me back to: Why?!"
"Oh." The Doctor scratched his head, inadvertently dislodging his silly headgear. Readjusting it, he continued. "I could've sworn I told you; must've forgotten. Anyway, the Ilflam is the dominant species on Ilflamla; hence the name. This particular specimen is a juvenile, and I need to get it away from the beach. They're allergic to sea air."
"Are they, by any chance, also allergic to weird aliens wearing childrens' toys on their heads?"
He pointed, frowning disapprovingly. "Don't get funny! These things--" he swiped at one of the masses of tinsel, tangling his fingers briefly--"look exactly like a mother Ilflam's antennae. I'm hoping that the Ilflam will see me, mistake me for its mum, and come running to me. There's a small cage waiting just inside the TARDIS, and I'll hopefully be able to catch the Ilflam in it. After that, I'll be able to get it to safety. Preferably back to its nest." Grinning to himself, the Doctor whipped another set of deelybobbers out of his coat. "And," he announced with a pride that was ever so slightly spiteful, "the plan's not working quickly enough."
Amy backpedalled, hands out to ward him off. "Don't you even think of it, Raggedy Man," she warned, feeling the side of the TARDIS halting her progress. "Don't you dare--"
Laughing, he shoved them onto her head. "Two heads are better than one! If anybody raises any questions," he was quick to add, "just tell them we're an unusually small flash mob."
"Oh, God," Amy groaned, trying to hide her face from the beachgoers. She could swear that she could see a few with their mobiles out, taking photos of her embarrassment. "This had better work," she warned, "or I might have to kill you."
The Doctor, meanwhile, was staring at a corner of the sky, his eyes widening. "I...don't think that's going to be a problem, Amy," he murmured.
She stared at him, confused by his unexpected oh-damn-we're-in-for-trouble look. "What's the matter?" Somewhere close by, she could hear an odd whirry-clicky noise that was coming ever closer.
"I thought there was just one Ilflam," he replied, grabbing her arm and dragging her around the TARDIS and shoving her through the doors. "It was more like five dozen!"
"Five dozen?!"
The Doctor was snatching up the cage he'd prepared, staring at it nervously. "Not going to be big enough," he muttered under his breath.
Peering out the doors, he dodged aside just in time for a cluster of sparkling pink-magenta somethings to sweep through. Attracted to the console, they swarmed about it, pecking at the controls. As though in protest, the TARDIS' engines made an uncomfortable growling noise.
"Doctor," Amy muttered through clenched teeth, "what the hell are we going to do about five dozen juvenile Ilflams in the TARDIS?"
"Erhm..." Blushing, the Doctor rubbed the back of his neck, failing to give her a disarming grin--though she had to give him credit for attempting one. "Go to Ilflamla, and do the whole thing all over again?" He caught the deelybobbers she threw at him, staring as she stalked away up the nearest corridor. "She could have told me she didn't want to help."
Title: 'Deelybobbers'
Fandom: Doctor Who
Rating/Warnings: G; No warnings
Bonus: Yes
Word Count: 736
Summary: It was hard to argue with him. After all, he was the one wearing the deelybobbers.
"They're staring at us again."
"Don't be silly. They're not staring at us. They're staring at me."
It was hard to argue with him. After all, he was the one wearing the deelybobbers. Long magenta tinsel was held onto the deelybobbers' springs with large, bright pink poofs. The average little girl would have died for a pair.
And they had absolutely no business whatsoever sitting on the Doctor's head.
"Why are you doing this," Amy muttered in a resigned groan, watching as he dashed along the strand.
He was making loud whooping noises, garnering the unwelcome attention of confused families--families who, to judge by the baffled looks on their faces, evidently hadn't expected their holiday to be disrupted by such a ridiculous spectacle.
"There's an Ilflam on this beach," he replied, flapping his arms as he passed Amy. "I thought I'd told you!"
"You told me, but you didn't explain what an Ilflam was," Amy pointed out. "And I'm still waiting for you to explain why you're making an idiot of yourself in public."
The Doctor paused mid-dash. "Am I making an idiot of myself, Pond," he asked her, looking confused.
"I'm sorry, but yeah. A pretty huge one, in fact. Which brings me back to: Why?!"
"Oh." The Doctor scratched his head, inadvertently dislodging his silly headgear. Readjusting it, he continued. "I could've sworn I told you; must've forgotten. Anyway, the Ilflam is the dominant species on Ilflamla; hence the name. This particular specimen is a juvenile, and I need to get it away from the beach. They're allergic to sea air."
"Are they, by any chance, also allergic to weird aliens wearing childrens' toys on their heads?"
He pointed, frowning disapprovingly. "Don't get funny! These things--" he swiped at one of the masses of tinsel, tangling his fingers briefly--"look exactly like a mother Ilflam's antennae. I'm hoping that the Ilflam will see me, mistake me for its mum, and come running to me. There's a small cage waiting just inside the TARDIS, and I'll hopefully be able to catch the Ilflam in it. After that, I'll be able to get it to safety. Preferably back to its nest." Grinning to himself, the Doctor whipped another set of deelybobbers out of his coat. "And," he announced with a pride that was ever so slightly spiteful, "the plan's not working quickly enough."
Amy backpedalled, hands out to ward him off. "Don't you even think of it, Raggedy Man," she warned, feeling the side of the TARDIS halting her progress. "Don't you dare--"
Laughing, he shoved them onto her head. "Two heads are better than one! If anybody raises any questions," he was quick to add, "just tell them we're an unusually small flash mob."
"Oh, God," Amy groaned, trying to hide her face from the beachgoers. She could swear that she could see a few with their mobiles out, taking photos of her embarrassment. "This had better work," she warned, "or I might have to kill you."
The Doctor, meanwhile, was staring at a corner of the sky, his eyes widening. "I...don't think that's going to be a problem, Amy," he murmured.
She stared at him, confused by his unexpected oh-damn-we're-in-for-trouble look. "What's the matter?" Somewhere close by, she could hear an odd whirry-clicky noise that was coming ever closer.
"I thought there was just one Ilflam," he replied, grabbing her arm and dragging her around the TARDIS and shoving her through the doors. "It was more like five dozen!"
"Five dozen?!"
The Doctor was snatching up the cage he'd prepared, staring at it nervously. "Not going to be big enough," he muttered under his breath.
Peering out the doors, he dodged aside just in time for a cluster of sparkling pink-magenta somethings to sweep through. Attracted to the console, they swarmed about it, pecking at the controls. As though in protest, the TARDIS' engines made an uncomfortable growling noise.
"Doctor," Amy muttered through clenched teeth, "what the hell are we going to do about five dozen juvenile Ilflams in the TARDIS?"
"Erhm..." Blushing, the Doctor rubbed the back of his neck, failing to give her a disarming grin--though she had to give him credit for attempting one. "Go to Ilflamla, and do the whole thing all over again?" He caught the deelybobbers she threw at him, staring as she stalked away up the nearest corridor. "She could have told me she didn't want to help."
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