Doctor Who Earbuds: Adipose

Fine. When you say nursery, you don't mean a crèche in Notting Hill? Nursery ship. Incoming signal. Hadn't we better go and stop 'em? Instructions from the Adiposian first family. Children! Oh, my children, behold. I am taking you home. Far across the galaxy, your new mummies and daddies are waiting. And you will fly! Up you go, babies. Up you go! That's it, fly away home! She's wired up the tower block to convert it into a levitation post. Oh! Oh! We're not the ones in trouble now. She is! Take me. The children need me! What you going to do, then? Blow 'em up? They're just children. They can't help where they came from. Oh, well, that makes a change from last time. That Martha must've done you good. Ah, she did. Yeah, yeah, she did. She fancied me. Mad Martha, that one. Blind Martha. Charity Martha. I'm waving at fat. Actually, as a diet plan, it sort of works. There she is! Matron Cof