Remember this scene from our kitchen from last night?
Well, we thought that a single Dalek in the kitchen, easily dispatched by my sonic screwdriver, would be the end of it.
We were wrong.
When we woke up this morning, we heard a familiar sound from the kitchen: a soft, almost plaintive “Exterminate!” We came into the kitchen, bleary-eyed and barely awake, and saw this:
It was cute, in a sort of ready-to-destroy-the-universe way, and it was easy to take care of. We simply grabbed it, and smashed it to smithereens on the floor and gave the pieces to Sherman to play with.
But then we went to make coffee:
And then we realized the entire kitchen had been taken over! The Dalek from the night before had merely been a scout or it had left spores or something behind! The Daleks were everywhere! Daleks in the silverware drawer:
Daleks in the microwave oven!
Daleks among the potatoes! (Warning: DO NOT LET YOUR POTATOES GROW EYESTALKS!)
Daleks in the Kitchen-Aid!
Daleks in the refrigerator!
Even Daleks in the dishwasher!
It’s an invasion! Help! Someone call the Doctor!