"So, where we headed to next?"

The Doctor looked over at Rose who was sitting behind him on the captain's chair. She shrugged.

"Anywhere's fine with me." She said.

The Doctor frowned.

"Well, that's not very helpful." He said.

"Sorry, I can't think of anything specific. You just pick something and I'll go along with it."

The Doctor gave her an evil grin.

"Although, having said that, I should know better than to let you pick…" she said.

The Doctor leaned against his console as he pondered where they should go. His eyes widened.

"Oh! I have just the thing." He said going back to his computer monitor.

He imputed a destination into the computer and smiled at Rose as he leaned back against the console.

"Okay, where are we going?" Rose asked.

"Weeeeell, I figured since we've been to the fifties, we oughta try the sixties next." He said.

He grinned at her.

"Fancy seeing a Doors concert in LA?" he said.

"Well, that depends. Are we actually going to see the concert? Because we tried to see Elvis in New York and you know what happened with that."

"Nah, I'll get it right. That was just a fluke." The Doctor said. "So, how about it? Want to see Jim Morrison live?"

"Sure." Rose said not really caring where they went as long as the Doctor was with her.

"Well, then, Rose Tyler, put your love beads on and put flowers in your hair. We're about to break on through to 1967!" the Doctor said. "Peace, hippies, Haight Ashbury and rock and roll, oh yes!"

Rose giggled.

"Far out, man!" she said making the peace sign. "Groovy."

She giggled as the Doctor grinned at her and fiddled with the controls.

(Meanwhile in Malibu Beach, California…)

Micky Dolenz yawned and stretched as he emerged from his second floor bedroom. It was just past dawn and the other guys were still asleep, but he loved to get up early to take a morning walk along the beach. He put his butt on the stair railing and slid all the way down.

He paused at the bottom when he noticed the TV was on. He walked to it and turned it off.

"Hey, I was watching that!"

He gasped and spun around. Peter was sitting behind him in a plush high-backed chair.

"Pete? What are you doing up this early?" he asked turning the TV back on.

"Couldn't sleep last night, I came down to watch TV." He said.

Micky looked down at his bright orange nightgown with the little, blue bunny on the front of it.

"Well, it's after sunrise, you might as well get dressed now." He said.

"I will in a minute. This is really interesting." Peter replied pointing to the TV.

Micky turned and saw a nerdy looking man sitting at a desk.

"What is this?" he asked.

"It's called 'Is there?'" Peter replied.

"Scientists believe that we are not alone in the universe." The man was saying. "For the past twenty years, there have been numerous UFO sightings reported all across the country. The most of famous of course was in 1947 in Roswell, New Mexico, when evidence of a crashed alien spaceship was found near a ranch. The government denied that it was a UFO, calling it a weather balloon, but since then sightings have increased and with these sightings comes reports of men dressed in black. Men who try to cover up the evidence of extraterrestrials and silence the ones who have seen them. But despite these strange men and their intimidation tactics, brave souls continue to come forward with their incredible stories. Are they telling the truth or are they delusional? We ask, is there…life in outer space?"

Micky snorted.

"Pete, you watch the craziest things." He said, walking past the TV set. "There are no such things as aliens."

"There are too aliens." Peter retorted.

"Pete, don't believe everything you see on TV, alright?" Mickey said opening the front door. "I'm going for a walk on the beach; I'll be back in about a half hour."

He walked outside and shut the door behind him.

Peter rolled his eyes and snuggled down into the chair.

"So, beware, because the alien menace is out there. Aliens could be anywhere just waiting to conquer the Earth and enslave you and your loved ones. They could be anywhere or anyone. So, keep your eyes open because the next person you meet could be an alien in disguise.

(Sung to the tune of The Monkees Theme)


Here he comes, flying through the vortex,

no telling where he and Rose will go to next.

Hey, Hey, he's the Doctor,

And people say he's an insane clown.

He is rude and not ginger

And he puts everybody down.

He's just trying to be friendly

As he tries to save the day.

He's the last of the Time Lords

And he flaps his gums all day.

Hey, hey, he's the Doctor

You never know where he'll be found

So you better get ready.

He may be coming to your toooooown!

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