Whimsy

The Doctor was deep in thought, a half formulated theorem for energy manipulation had mutated into the opening lines of an operetta. His reverie was interrupted by a rain of small plastic objects made up of cats, nuns, a bride and groom and cows.

Looking up he saw Jack and Rose standing in the doorway, each armed with a pair of small catapults that were pointed in his direction.

"Run," Jack yelled and they took off down the corridor.

Perhaps stopping by that monster sale of toys and novelties on Treyiois may not have been such a good idea.