Doctor Who: Horror Of The GRC 666 Expedition

Scene 2 - Tranquility Flora

A complete change of setting to the horrors of Skullva. We are now on the planet of Tranquility Flora. One of the most beautiful planets in the whole universe. The blue sky always shines brightly, as the verdant green gardens stretch for hundreds of miles at a time. Massive plants and trees stretch tall and high into the pretty clouds. The grass is soft and lush, perfect to walk across and feel a sense of freshness and youthfulness. We see and hear the animal life, bees, birds, squirrels, butterflies, ladybirds, enjoy their fun in the gardens. The vegetation and flowers shine gorgeously, almost as powerful as the sun. We see alleyways stretch alongside these beautiful gardens, led by all kinds of beings and creatures. They would include a vast array of creatures that had made cameos in the Russel T Davies era (such as in The End Of The World and New Earth like e/g Mr and Mrs. Pakoo, the Mocks of Balhoon, and other people who are blue, white, red, etc – this would be easy due to copyright issues).

Humans too on the old bicycles with bigger and smaller wheel ride down them. Some human dog-walkers, couples of all ages and ethnicities, sports players of football, running, cricket, and other sports, groups of youths, families, and the list could go on forever. We zoom down from the bright sky down to a massive grey quadrilateral square building. Both thick and tall, it sits on a massive green hill overlooking the beautiful planet. We head down to the alleyway, open to the wonderful gardens, and see the Doctor wandering down with his hands in his pockets, wearing his trench coat, smiling at the beautiful wanders of Tranquility Flora. Not only enjoying the freshness of the wonderful planet and greeting other life forms, but he also simply enjoys the wonders of humanity who delight in such ordinary, human activities.

The Doctor is coming up to an eccentric showman who presents on the edge of the verge to a garden, half-standing on the grass, half-standing on the alleyway. He wears such silly clothing, a big black leather coat with rounded colour spots, and a top with a horrible mix of all sorts of colours. The moustache man also wears a see-through hat. Clearly, he doesn't have much money, because of his cheap and odd clothing. He stands next to a machine designed as a cylinder, with a massive circular screen with buttons below it. He is familiar with this sort of man before, as he had encountered one of these showmen when he was trapped in of those devices, a Miniscope, before. The showman is very similar to the man he had encountered before. The pair are about to meet. For the showman, he is failing to attract an audience. Maybe he only just got there and was setting himself up.

Graff:

Roll up, roll up to see the monster show. A vast collection of hideous alien hosts from every part of the galaxy! A monstrous array of horrid beasts from your worst fears and nightmares, roll up! Roll up! You sir! You look familiar from somewhere. You seem to be well acquainted with such magic and showmanship.

Doctor:

I am? Well, I've dabbled a little you could say. I've met many a showman around the galaxies, here and there and such. And have had much experience in dealing with the likes of that infernal machine there.

Graff:

Ah, the Miniscope. A fascinating design if I must say so myself. A device that can store hundreds of different beings inside their natural habitats by creating an environment in a far smaller dimension thanks to the Miniscope's compression field here. And of course, the entertainment value...

Doctor:

Yes, yes. I know how they work. And it wasn't fun being trapped inside one. It was a reminder of why I campaigned for them to be destroyed in the first place. Well, they got banned. So that was something. However, for many, the rules were made to be broken. Such as yourself it seems.

Graff:

Ah, but you see sir this was the very first Miniscope to ever be invented. I've had it in the collection for decades. The Scope is all that I have left. In fact, it's what those who own a Scope is what we only have left. They're highly expensive to come by these days, sir.