"Earlier this year, Doctor Who Confidential and BBC Learning, launched the best competition ever." "The chance for school children across Britain to write their very own episode of Doctor Who." "Now, I would like you write a story about ME!" "The winning script came from Oakley Junior School." "So, sit back, and enjoy the premiere of "Death is the only answer"." "Oh, I missed you!" "I can't believe River blew you up!" "OK?" "I didn't mean to do that!" "I didn't do THAT!" "I'm sure, I didn't do that!" "And, more importantly, where is my fez?" "Doctor?" "That is you, is it?" "Can you explain how my fez got here?" "Albert Einstein!" "?" "Nice to see you!" "What are YOU doing here?" "I was working on MY time machine, then it started shaking." "I put my hand in to try to turn it off, then straight through it, and ended up here!" "So, how's it going, your "time machine"?" "Oh, not great." "I've singed my eyebrows, almost died twice, and fallen of a cliff." "In fact, I'm quite close to perfecting it." "I think, this liquid is the key." "Uhhh, yes..." "But no." "Then, is it yes or no?" "No!" "So, how did I get here?" "You're the original owner of this fez, the fez I happened to be carrying during an unavoidable collision with this lever." "My lever, plus your fez, equals time window in the TARDIS." "MY TARDIS, by the way." "So don't get any ideas trying to steal it!" "Again." "Well, you said you where going to give my toothbrush back!" "About that, the Daleks kind of exterminated it last week." "Or was it last century?" "So, going back to this." "I guess it's NOT bionic fusion liquid." "Nevermind, pass it to me, I'll just run some tests." "I made it, I'll do the tests!" "That's your 20th century physicist for you, always wanting to do it themselves." "Where have you hidden my bicarbonated processing machine, huh?" "A genious like me need better than this old trash!" ""Old trash"!" "?" "I'll have you know, this "old trash" will be around to the end of time!" "In fact..." "It was." "Ah, and Albert, I almost forgot." "Whatever you do, do NOT drink that liquid." "It may..." "I like your new look!" "It's an Ood, isn't it?" "I can tell, you got the wiggly bits, and everything." "Death is the only answer." "Ooh!" "Can you hear me?" "What's your name?" "Death is the only answer." "What do you mean?" "The answer to what?" "OK." "You don't want to tell me, but wait, wait, this is what you're looking for?" "Huh?" "Power source for your time machine." "What just happened?" "Long story." "You went a bit Ood." "A bit..." "Odd." "Nice hair, you should keep it!" "Looks more "sciency"." "I don't feel too good." "Will you drop me off home, please?" "Sorry about that!" " Exactly what year did you come from?" " Uh, 1945, I think." "Here we go!" "1945. 18th of September, about 2 o'clock." "Oh, well." "Back to the drawing board." "I guess you're keeping the fez then?" "Well, fezes look better on me than you." "Like bow ties." "Typical Doctor." "Some things will never change." " Oh, well." "Goodbye!" " Goodbye, Albert!"