Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Off they drift, looking for a nest.
I found, um, scary kids. Is that kinda...
Exactly. And George isn't just an ordinary little boy,
It's made of wood and just painted to look like copper.
Yes, says the time-travelling nurse.
and a whole, terrible, wonderful universe of impossibilities.
Leave. Get out.
The readings from the sonic screwdriver, they were...
- You know? -Right.
In fact, I'm not daft at all.
No. no, no, no!
Oh, no.
We just couldn't cope. We needed help.
Goodnight, then, love.
Are your mummy and daddy in or is it just you?
You're in a faster time stream.
breakfast, dinner and tea. Fight the monsters, so this,
- Okay. - Okay.
Come on, son, come on.
We've got to find that kid.
- George! Ah! - Please save me from the monsters.
The Tardis has gone funny again.
that it amplified the fears of an ordinary little boy
Are your neighbours nice? You get on well?
- A gun? You've got a gun? -It's not a gun.
Yeah, but is he going to...
Remember? I've been around the block a few times. More than a few.
- Evening. -Oh, hi.
Oh, at last.
- This is probably 1700 and something. -Yay. My favourite year.
- Amy. - You didn't save me.
Is there anyone here?
- Is that a torch? -Screwdriver.
She was desperate. As much IVF as we could afford but...
George. George, listen to me!
- Social Services. -Yes. Yes.
Must be them tablets.
Whatever's inside that cupboard is so terrible, so powerful,
I can't save you from your monsters, only you can.
- Yea h, yeah, sorry. -Yeah.
Yeah? Me, too.
Here comes horrible Purcell, after his rent, dog on a chain.