Yet ANOTHER new story, sorry if its shit

Shrek grabbed Roger and tucked him under his arm. This was the real reason Roger began to scream. He was not liking this at all. Shrek barged right into an enormous vat of a potion that was being concocted. The thing fell over and spilt everywhere. The potion was made out of Spider's From Mars and it was an insanity potion. Or at least soon to be an insanity potion. As the bright red liquid splashed through the hallway washing over people some were affected some weren't. A mixture of crazy laughter and loud incoherent nonsense (not unlike the way this story is going) followed them down the hallway. Roger was struggling not to breathe in order not to inhale the stench of Shreks armpit when suddenly he felt a gust of wind on his face. He opened his eyes and realised he was soaring through the air. 'WEEEEEEEEEEEE,' he screamed, 'I'M FLYING, LOOK AT MEEEEEEEEEEE-AAAAAAAAAH CRAP!!!'
As Roger saw he was headed straight towards a plate glass window. 'I'M GOING TO DIE!!' he shrieked.

'It's OK Roger,' screamed Shrek who was about to be engulfed by the potion. 'Just curl up in a ball as you hit the gl-'
but Shrek was lost forever in the red swirling whirlpool. Roger screamed out for the loss of his brand new friend just as he hit the glass. His mouth felt like it was on fire as the glass shattered on impact. And he hit the ground with a dull thud.

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'OOOh-er' By now Roger should be used to waking up feeling every inch of his body aching as if he'd been beaten. Poor Rogie.
He stirred to find he was on the floor of the Tardis. And someone else was at the controls!
He was muttering, 'Now how the hell do you work this thing? Hmm, oh Roger's awake maybe he'll know,' the man turned towards Roger, who breathed an enormous sigh of relief when he recognised the strange man. 'David Bowieeeeee' he cried in delight. David looked confused

'Eh? The name David... rings a bell... but sir my name is Ziggy Stardust!'

'Oh yeah of course,' said Roger trying not to laugh, 'Cos he's real of course!'
David-no sorry-ZIGGY fixed Roger with a glare. This was quite scary judging by the asymetric eyes. 'Roger, ever since that potion hit me I'm a changed man,' Ziggy said, 'I've changed for the better, I play guitar you know and I can help you save your friends. Because... if you go the way your going, there'll be nothing left of you by the time you reach them'

Ziggy finished his monologue with a flourish. Roger was now scared. He sat in a corner sucking his thumb just like Felix did when he was scared.
Felix... He would know how to work this damn machine. He was an expert on Dr Who, not just a fanatic like Daddy. He had no idea what the time was on this weirdo planet that he was on but hopefully Felix would still be up. He stayed up till eleven on weekends. Roger tried to remember, it was Saturday. Brilliant. There was a phone in the Tardis (well it has everything else. Roger used it to call his home.

His assistant answered it. 'Hi Sally, listen is Felix in bed yet... No? Great put him on please I uh... Suddenly Roger realised he was meant to be in hospital. I want to say Night-night' Roger was a good dad he decided he'd say that too.

Little Felix came to the phone. 'Night-night dad,' he sounded sleepy.

'Felix hi, listen kiddo, you know the Tardis in Dr Who?' Roger began

'Yes???' Felix sounded confused, 'What about it??'

'Oh I'm watching it now and I thinking about a question for you seeing as you are so Dr Who smart.'

'Oh yeah, I am,' Felix sounded happier now. 'What do you wanna know?'

'How d'you drive it,'

'WHAT!!' He was baffled, 'I DON'T KNOW THAT!!! No-one knows that except the Doctor,' Felix was scandalised that his dad would even think to ask such a question.

'OK, OK, I'm sorry... Jeez...' Roger was holding the phone a foot from his ear. He couldn't help admiring the lungs his son had on him though. 'Shh, you'll wake Mummy up. Don't worry about the Tardis, I'll sleep on this one (literally) Goodnight, love you loads...'

'Eeww,' Felix put the phone down in disgust. But secretly he was happy his dad had said that. He always worried 'cause his father was often away doing something kinda... Queenly.


Now what. Roger knew he only had till eight the next morning before he returned the thing but he had a sinking feeling he was stuck here...

'Uh uh uh... don't think that Taylor. We are saved. I found some instructions left by the Doctor himself,' Ziggy was well chuffed with himself. 'Easy as pie,' he said reading them. 'We're on a roll now!'

'Cool,' said Roger, 'How'd you know what I was thinking?'

'I heard you,' said Ziggy, 'You're thoughts reverberated around the ship. I guess it's just built that way. You can imagine how loud you're phone conversation with your son was.'

Roger flushed scarlet. Loudness was a fault of his family. Ziggy grinned, 'Hold tight!'