Intro Thread: Amy
It was the year of the slow invasion.
Having the Doctor as a houseguest had been far more trying than anybody might have predicted, as his incessant need for something interesting to do had turned him into a constant and demanding presence, rather like a child without an off switch. And that was how it was that morning. Rory, who had somehow managed to arrange for himself to be given extra shifts, possibly to avoid the increasingly annoying presence of a hyperactive Gallifreyan, was already at work. Amy was trying to wrangle the Doctor and breakfast at the same time. His need to be useful was combined with a tendency to not sleep. So Amy came downstairs to a very sweet smell... and discovered that her friend had made pancakes.
A lot of pancakes.
She stood in the kitchen door, not yet caffeinated, and stared at the state of her kitchen. Flour daubed most surfaces, and the trash bin was overflowing with eggshells. And the Time Lord just waved a frying ban and beamed.
"Morning, morning, morning, thought I'd make breakfast. A stack. Pancakes! Everybody likes pancakes! Do you like pancakes? Yes, you like pancakes. Not sure how many pancakes in a stack. Recipe book didn't specify so I thought it best to err on the side of caution. Is two hundred too many for a stack? Also, no maple syrup, so I improvised. Chutney. It's basically syrup with bits in, right?"
At that point, a pancake fell from the ceiling, and landed on the floor with a sad little splat.
"Ah. Tossing. Harder than it looks."
He bustled about to fetch her what was sure to be a goliath sized pile of pancakes, enough to give a cardiologist a fit of the vapours. Then he paused, frowned. "Wait a moment... woah!"
Somthing apparently grabbed his feet, and pulled him down behind the island counters in the kitchen. There was a very ominous red glow and swirling noise, and the smell was truly rank.
Out of sight, the Doctor called "Amy... AMY! Forget pancakes! Just... oh crikey! Help!"