BRILLIANT!!

For reasons of I don’t want to be sued, I can’t post you the link (though if you’re in the UK, you can see it on the BBC’s Children in Need website) but… the first two minutes of the Christmas special look fan-tas-tic!

Wanna synopsis?

OK, I’ll tell you, but stop reading now if you don’t really want to know.

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That’s it. Keep going! Allons-y!

Molto bene, here we are.

The TARDIS materializes under what looks like a bridge, in the falling snow in what is clearly a very Dickens-y Victorian Christmastime.

The Doctor wanders through an outdoor market complete with live chickens, roasted chestnuts and singing carolers, then asks a boy what day it is and what year. “You thick or somfin?” the boy wants to know.

“Oy, just answer the question!” says the Doctor.

It’s Christmas Eve, 1851, which the Doctor says is a good year but a bit dull.

Suddenly a voice from an alleyway cries out. “Doctor!” He jumps into action, running toward the sound of the cries. “Don’t worry, don’t worry,” says the Doctor, “what have we got here?” A woman stands across from a door which is rattling ominously. “Oooh,” he says. “OK, I’ve got it, and whatever’s behind that door, I think you should get out of here.”

The woman cries out for the Doctor again.

The Doctor points out that he’s standing right there. She tells him not to be stupid. “Who are you?”

“I’m the Doctor!”

“Doctor who?”

“Just the Doctor.”

“Well there can’t be two of you,” she protests. Then she looks behind our Doctor, where another man is running up. “Where the hell have you been?”

The new man pushes our Doctor out of the way. “Don’t worry, stand back! What have we got here?”

This new man is dressed like our Doctor, but in an older style – it’s a brown suit but the tie is old-fashioned, to fit the Victorian times, and with a maroon waistcoat. He has sideburns and brown hair. And he seems geniunely excited by the prospect of danger.

“Hold on, who are you?” The Doctor wants to know.

“I’m the Doctor,” asserts this new man. “Simply the Doctor. The one, the only,” a wink, “and the best. Rosita, give me the sonic screwdriver.”

“What?”

She hands it to him.

“Now quickly, get back to the TARDIS,” the new Doctor instructs.

“Back to the what?” our Doctor interrupts.

“If you could stand back, sir, this is a job for a Time Lord.”

“You’re a what lord?” our Doctor asks, leaning over the new guy.

The door opens, and something *like* a cyberman’s head emerges, but the color is wrong, and it’s growling like a wild animal.

“Oh, that’s new,” marvels the new Doctor. Both Doctors ready their sonic screwdrivers.

“Allons-y!” they say together. And the theme music begins.

Brilliant! Brilliant, brilliant, brilliant. This looks like it will be awesome!