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The Doctor waved the newspaper in Rose's face.
"There. January 1899. Told you the TARDIS can get the right year," he grinned.
Before Rose could reply, a familiar and disgusting sound echoed through the narrow alley. The pair stood rooted to the spot for a moment.
"Doctor," Rose began. "Wasn't that a Raxicorithingy– a Slitheen?"
"After it!" the Doctor called, already running. Rose dashed after him.
Will the Doctor and Rose track down the overweight alien infiltrator? Or have they fallen victim to yet another ruse of THE PHANTOM RASPBERRY BLOWER OF OLD LONDON TOWN?
NEXT WEEK: A FOUL BLOW
