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[#014] Pop Goes The Doctor (Doctor Who)
Theme Prompt: #014: Secondhand
Title: 'Pop Goes The Doctor'
Fandom: Doctor Who
Rating/Warnings: G; no warnings
Bonus: Yes
Word Count: 427
Summary: "I thought you said you were going to make us a bucket of popcorn. Did you forget how large a bucket is?"
The sounds of small explosions were the first indication that Movie Night might not necessarily be going according to plan. The Doctor's startled outcries quickly confirmed that notion.
River jogged up the corridors, heading for the theater. "Oh, what's that man gotten himself into this time," she muttered under her breath. Reaching the theater, she stopped dead in her tracks, staring through the door. "What the hell has been going on here?!"
The whole room was swamped. With popcorn. It was massed into huge piles that nearly reached the room's ceiling, blocking the projection room window.
"What's that idiot gone and done now," she asked the supposedly empty--aside from popcorn--theater.
In reply, one of the popcorn piles shifted. "Oi," it shouted in a familiar voice. "I resent that, River!" Hands emerged, digging and scraping until the Doctor's face peeped out.
River leaned against the doorjamb, arms folded across her chest. "Would you care to explain what you've been up to," she asked. "I thought you said you were going to make us a bucket of popcorn. Did you forget how large a bucket is?"
"Don't get funny," he mumbled, shoving his way out and dusting off his clothing. Some stray pieces were tangled in his hair, and he tried to pick them out.
"Says the man who was buried up to his scalp in popcorn! I leave you alone for ten minutes, and all Hell breaks loose! Now, start explaining."
"Uhm..." Blushing, he rubbed the back of his neck, trying not to meet River's gaze. "Well...the popcorn maker wasn't behaving properly--"
"So you decided to teach it a lesson?"
"Shut it! So I thought I'd repair it. I had everything I needed, so I thought it wouldn't take too long. I...may have rushed things," he admitted.
She raised an eyebrow. "And?"
"In hindsight," the Doctor muttered ruefully, staring at the carnage surrounding them, "upgrading the popcorn maker might not have been my best idea."
"You actually tried to upgrade it," River wondered. "What possessed you?"
"The motor wasn't especially powerful, and I didn't think it would do the trick. I guess I was mistaken. Apparently, the motor I tried to replace it with was secondhand, and it must have come from a machine that was much stronger. Before I knew what was happening..." He motioned to the popcorn helplessly. "This."
"You know it'll take more time cleaning up the damage than it probably would have taken to just get a new popcorn machine," River pointed out, stifling a giggle.
He sighed. "You might have a point, there."
Title: 'Pop Goes The Doctor'
Fandom: Doctor Who
Rating/Warnings: G; no warnings
Bonus: Yes
Word Count: 427
Summary: "I thought you said you were going to make us a bucket of popcorn. Did you forget how large a bucket is?"
The sounds of small explosions were the first indication that Movie Night might not necessarily be going according to plan. The Doctor's startled outcries quickly confirmed that notion.
River jogged up the corridors, heading for the theater. "Oh, what's that man gotten himself into this time," she muttered under her breath. Reaching the theater, she stopped dead in her tracks, staring through the door. "What the hell has been going on here?!"
The whole room was swamped. With popcorn. It was massed into huge piles that nearly reached the room's ceiling, blocking the projection room window.
"What's that idiot gone and done now," she asked the supposedly empty--aside from popcorn--theater.
In reply, one of the popcorn piles shifted. "Oi," it shouted in a familiar voice. "I resent that, River!" Hands emerged, digging and scraping until the Doctor's face peeped out.
River leaned against the doorjamb, arms folded across her chest. "Would you care to explain what you've been up to," she asked. "I thought you said you were going to make us a bucket of popcorn. Did you forget how large a bucket is?"
"Don't get funny," he mumbled, shoving his way out and dusting off his clothing. Some stray pieces were tangled in his hair, and he tried to pick them out.
"Says the man who was buried up to his scalp in popcorn! I leave you alone for ten minutes, and all Hell breaks loose! Now, start explaining."
"Uhm..." Blushing, he rubbed the back of his neck, trying not to meet River's gaze. "Well...the popcorn maker wasn't behaving properly--"
"So you decided to teach it a lesson?"
"Shut it! So I thought I'd repair it. I had everything I needed, so I thought it wouldn't take too long. I...may have rushed things," he admitted.
She raised an eyebrow. "And?"
"In hindsight," the Doctor muttered ruefully, staring at the carnage surrounding them, "upgrading the popcorn maker might not have been my best idea."
"You actually tried to upgrade it," River wondered. "What possessed you?"
"The motor wasn't especially powerful, and I didn't think it would do the trick. I guess I was mistaken. Apparently, the motor I tried to replace it with was secondhand, and it must have come from a machine that was much stronger. Before I knew what was happening..." He motioned to the popcorn helplessly. "This."
"You know it'll take more time cleaning up the damage than it probably would have taken to just get a new popcorn machine," River pointed out, stifling a giggle.
He sighed. "You might have a point, there."