There’s a Judoon platoon near a lagoon; Gloucester enjoying a peaceful afternoon; and a vengeful Master being a loon. No longer confined to the moon, we’re on the lookout for the Fugitive of the Judoon; to find them would certainly be a boon; and Ruth’s the Doctor! She’s certainly changed her tune.
Stop me if you’ve heard this one before…
Doctor: The streets of Gloucester are beset
With things to make you scream and fret
A great big stomping black platoon
Of horny, militant Judoon!
I think they want to make a capture
To transport like some ghoulish rapture.
Quick, Yas! To them you’ll have to speak
And earn your crust, at least this week.
Yas: Well, yes, I’ll try to play ’em
But hang on, aren’t we missing Graham?
Ruth: I’ll have to hide! It’s me they want
I’ll head for that baptismal font
Doctor: Too late! They’ve seen you, don’t you know
We’ll have to make a-
Ruth: KO BO SO!
Doctor: I didn’t know you spoke their tongue.
Ruth: Neither did I. And why’ve I flung
A rhino cop across the floor?
Doctor: The scene lacked pace. But here come more!
We’d better drive out to the coast
Or otherwise we’ll both be toast.
Ruth: But where’s your friends? You’re on your own
You’ve got no clue just where they’ve flown
Or what they’re doing, now they’re missing!
Doctor: I imagine mostly kissing.
Jack: You read my mind. Which one’s the Doc?
Graham: It isn’t me. But what a shock!
What did you want?
Jack: I had a plan.
Beware the lonely Cyberman
And – arrgh! They’ve pulled me from this joint!
Yas: That cameo really had no point.
We’ll have to see if Whittaker
Can find out what the answers are.
Doctor: I’ve dug and dug, and found a TARDIS!
I’m lost, although I’ve tried my hardest.
Ruth: Allow me to explain, my dear
I’ve just remembered why I’m here
It seems that I’m a Time Lord too
Another Doctor, just like you.
Doctor: You can’t be me! I won’t allow it
The fans’ll surely disavow it!
You cannot be me night or day
On Calufrax or Gallifrey
You can’t be me on Metabilis
Unless you tell me what the drill is.
You can’t be me in acid rain
Ruth: Please, let’s not do all that again.
I’m this year’s overarching query
Left to the mercy of fan theory.
Doctor: I simply do not have a clue
About these Doctors One and Two.
It makes no sense! I just can’t see
How I am you and you are me.
I’ll sulk for weeks in sheer frustration
About this mystery incarnation.
This duplicated wooden box
This ghastly temporal pair-o-docs.
Ruth: I understand now why you run.
The crowds’ll hate you for that pun.
Doctor: I like your dual role though, kitten.
It makes me feel quite underwritten.
We’re kicking up the hornet’s nest
The fandom’s going to be quite stressed.
As retcons go, this one’s encumbering
We haven’t even touched the numbering.
I need a break – you must agree
This story’s been enough for me.
Graham: Well, yeah, that’s true – but wait a minute,
Nothing really happened in it!
With apologies to another great Doctor.