Doctor Who Eighth Doctor Adventures 57 by The Crooked World

Author:The Crooked World
Format: epub

‘You don’t need to think,’ said the Green Ghost smoothly. ‘Things are changing on the Grooked World, I promise you. Soon, very soon, it will be good to be bad.’ The villains indulged in a bout of malevolent laughter and, aware that he was under scrutiny, the Weasel joined in half-heartedly. He wondered what was wrong with him. He was with his own kind here. Why couldn’t he see what they could see? Perhaps it was simply that he wasn’t used to doing this full-time. He had had an alternative identity, a whole other life, to fall back on before, and he missed it. Yes, that was it, he thought. He just had to accept that Mr Weasley was gone, that he was only the Masked Weasel now. And he had to do what was best for the Weasel. But then the laughter was stilled by the sound of knocking from without. Somebody was pounding on the side door of the warehouse. Fitz was bemused to see that the door strained inwards and threw off faint white lines, as if part of the noise were being converted into light. The four villains raced out from their office but didn’t seem to know what to do next. They looked at each other, then three of them looked at the Green Ghost. He put a finger to his lips, demanding silence, and Fitz wondered if he should take the opportunity to cry out for help. Perhaps later, he thought, when he knew what was happening; he didn’t want to risk looking stupid. The Ghost motioned his racing driver colleague towards a small window. Dirty Duck crept over to it and used the sleeve of his trenchcoat to wipe away years of grime, allowing him to peer through. Something looked back from the other side, its eyes almost pressed up to the glass, and the duck recoiled with a ‘waaaaaark’ of fear. Fitz caught a vague impression of white feathers before the figure disappeared. ‘It’s the Stork!’ exclaimed Dirty Duck. ‘It’s the Baby Stork!’ ‘What?’ cried the Ghost. He frowned. ‘Is anyone expecting a delivery?’ ‘Don’t look at me, dearie,’ said Repugna. ‘If I want a little brat. I’ll build one myself.’ ‘I’m not even married!’ protested the Masked Weasel. ‘Don’t open that door!’ ‘It’s a trick,’ spat Dirty Duck. ‘A low-down trick. It’s a spy, that’s what it is, sent here undercover to find our secret hideout.’ Fitz was beginning to enjoy this. There was a thump as something landed on the roof, then the tapping of what he guessed was a beak against glass. Even as the villains looked up in unison, a skylight smashed and the Baby Stork fluttered into the building amid a hail of shards. They cowered from it comically as the huge, white 101

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