Markus, and his Drumstick of Power!

It was night.
I was walking around a dense, dark forest, ferns and huge kauri surrounding me (chasing after a morepork, collecting gems along the way).
Then I came to clearing.
There stood David Tennant and another man I didn't recognise. He was shorter than David but had a bigger build and looked as if he could smash David if they had a fight. I joined their conversation.
"Markus," David said jovially, "as you know, I'm the Doctor, well I haven't always been."
"Oh?" Markus's eyebrows raised.
"Yeah," David replied, "the guy before me threw this magic and made this awesome hill! It's the best hill in the world to go sliding!"
The three of us venture to the edge of the forest. There was a massive and steep hill that fell into the sea. However, the waves had erroded the bottom of the cliff.
A man in police uniform approaches us:
"You cannot slide down this hill," His big frown made him look like a toad, "It's too dangerous."
I look over his shoulder. I see kids sliding down the hill and playing about in the sea.
As he walks away, David groans.
"Awww, I can't fix this!" he cries, taking out his Sonic Screwdriver and looking at it sorrowfully.
Markus turns to him, concern in his face.
"If you can't fix it," his tone is serious, "you can't be the Doctor."
David shrugs.
"You're right," he sighs.
And then the magic of the Doctor flowed out of his Sonic Screwdriver and into Markus's very large, now, Drumstick of Power.

David was depressed.
He sat in his Ford Anglia in a dark alleyway. Mopingly, he plays with the wheel.
Two patrolling officers come by. David rolls down his window.
"Are you all right?" ask one of the officers. Both are bending down to peer into David's car.
David shakes his head.
"I used to be the Doctor." he weeps.
"I'm sorry sir, but we will have to arrest you."
David ignored them.
"But Markus is now!" he whined, "Now he's going to rule the world!"
The two officers looked at each other.
"Tell you what," said the other officer, "We can give you a job as an undercover agent."

At the theatre, David is quite dashing in a handsome black tuxedo and a sneaky mask, somehow making him that much more attractive ... anyway moving on.
He is one of the ushers.
Then, the president walks in. David keeps a close eye on him.
But! As the play starts, Markus and his Drumstick of Power arrives.
"Mua-ha-ha-HAH!!!" he cries, and points his Drumstick of Power at the president.
"I will rule THE WORLD!!"
"No!" David cries and he rugby tackles Markus through the curtains and into backstage.
After some scruffling, David emerges victorious and Markus is sent to a mental assylum.

Suddenly I find myself with my cousin, walking around a dark castle, with purple brick walls.
I know, somehow, that I have exactly $21.20 in my wallet.
We exit the back gates and walk into a beautiful and very colourful courtyard garden. I notice David wondering around behind massive flax bushes, but I don't interact with him.
Then, a big, black humma drives right into the middle of this would-be wonderful, peaceful paradise. And, just to ruin the moment entirely, out sruts Miley Cyrus and her two big, bulky bodyguards in white suits. Absolutely no one wants her here and so we start a massive riot!
David runs in.
"Quiet! Quiet!" he shouts over the loud babble.
He turns to miss Cyrus and snarles: "Get outta here."
She sniffs, turns her nose up and huffs away, to the relief of everyone present.
She gets into her humma, which is now orange, and orders the bodyguards to "DRIVE!"
Everyone cheers!