Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

And that's Coopers Field?
We've been invited to the dance.
- Have you checked for concussion? -I have.
Four... No.
Nothing left but a cinder.
Like a magic carpet...
Oh! Sorry!
You're not John Smith.
Those targets are tribesmen from the Dark Continent.
- Reach out, boy. Reach out. - Always waiting.
But we need it. Oh, my God, Doctor.
John, what is that silly thing?
You are not alone. Keep me hidden.
- Like a doorway? -Mmm.
Yeah, well, think again, mate.
- Wait for them to die. -But they can track us down.
She works at the school.
- What about the stairs? -They're right behind you.
Here's the morning paper.
- What does it do? -Chameleon Arch.
That's not fair at all.
- Where you gonna go? -Anywhere.
No, no, they always look close, but actually they're miles off.
I like the sound of that.
- You've taken my arm in public. -I'm very scared.
'Cause once it's open, then the Family will be able to find me.
Just little things. Tiny things. I can't help it.
I am not the Doctor.
Come on, might as well get some sleep.
You're really not looking yourself, old chap. Anything bothering you?
And you still are.
- Gallifrey. -Is that in Ireland?
Now, be honest, Timothy. You should be the very top.
You have quite an eye for the pretty girls.
as my guest?
They can follow us wherever we go.