DOCTOR: I’ve escorted Buretor back to the studio. She’s very impressed with my special effects. Apparently I’m almost as good as Star Wars. So that’s it, finally over. The end.

NARRATION: He waves a piece of the Piscon outfit at me.

DOCTOR: Fin.

DOCTOR: (in distance) Go on, fire me then. See if I care!

PERI: Hey! I thought you were dead!

DOCTOR: No, not quite—very nearly. Just when I want to relax, have a cold drink, stop the steam from coming out of my gills; that man insists I should be delivering leaflets for him!

NARRATION: Then I notice. There are smiley fish on the restaurant sign which bear a spooky resemblance to the Doctor. Two other people dressed as fish are waddling around the bay handing out fliers. I realise what’s happened.

PERI: Doctor, we have to get out of here.

DOCTOR: Leave me alone. I’m so hot and thirsty. I’ve ordered some ice water. I do hope they serve fish in this establishment.

PERI: Doctor, listen to me.

DOCTOR: You see what I did there? (chuckles) I said I hope they serve fish in this establishment. Because I’m dressed as a giant fish? (chuckles) That’s very good. I must tell my friend Oscar that.