I'm a goofy goober Yeah! You're a goofy goober yeah! We're all goofy goobers yeah! ... I just re-watched the movie, so I'm happy right now ... Anyways, I have like almost no ideas what's so ever so yeah, short one ...

Third Person POV

"What'd you mean you're not putting it on?! You promised!" "Correction! I said I'd see it." Rose crossed her arms, pouting. The Doctor immediately looked away to avoid being weakened by her pouty face. "I refuse to be dismantled by your destructive and highly effective pouty face, Rose", he mumbled closing his eyes and crossing his arms.

"Its just a costume, Doctor. It won't bite!", she argued. But he just shook his head, eyes still closed. "Please?" "Nope, sorry." She uncrossed her arms and walked foward. "Fine, I'll just ask Jack~", she whispered in a sing-song tone in his ear as she passed him. His eyes snapped open and he turned to chase after her. He grabbed the hanger that held the costume as he passed her. That's what I thought. Rose smirked then continued on, to her room to change into her costume. She reached her room and hesitated to open the door, maybe she

should choose a different costume. The TARDIS however hummed encouragingly, making it seem as of she was telling Rose that the Doctor would love it. Still hesitant, she opened her door. She got changed, did a bit of styling to her hair and checked herself out in the mirror, making sure she didn't leave any detail out. The shoes to the hair, perfect. She waited around a bit before deciding to go to the console room. She bounded her way to said room, looking forward to the Doctor's reaction. To her costume and to his as well, they went together.

She heard light footsteps coming down the corridor but refused to look back. "Rose?" "Yeah?" "Have you seen me?" "No." "Good, I'm walking backwards, we turn around on three okay?" "Alright." Her heart bounced in her chest, excitement getting the best of her. "One ... two ... and~ ... three!" The Doctor's mouth flew open, "You're- You're ... me?" "And you're K9. Surprise!", she said, uncertain of how he felt about their costumes. His mouth shaped into a big smile and he let out a laugh. "You like them then?" "Like them? I love them! You're bloody brilliant! Very clever!" She returned the smile.

"Though, I do suppose no one will really get our costumes. Just my mum and Micks", she said straightening out her women's version of the Doctor's suit. "We get it, that's all that counts Rose. Now, shall we be off to gather sweets?" "We shall", she smiled, grabbing his hand, leaving space between her and his costume. "You like your costume?" "Love it ... Now I get to see how Mickey feels." "Wot?" "As the tin dog", he laughed. She smacked his arm lightly, "Don't say that, he's- he's not ..." "Can't finish your own sentence, hmm?", he smiled, leading her outside.