134 - Doctor Who - Paradise Towers

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Much in need of a holiday, Mel and the Doctor head for

Paradise Towers: a luxury man-made planet with sparkling

fountains, sunny streets, exotic flowers and a shimmering

blue swimming pool.

But when the TARDIS materialises in a dark, rubbish-filled,

rat-infested alley it seems that this particular Paradise has

turned into Hell!

Pursued by rogue cleaning machines, authoritarian

caretakers and old ladies with strange eating habits, the

Doctor and Mel track down the source of the chaos to one

mysterious character—the designer of Paradise Towers, the

Great Architect himself...

ISBN 0 426 20330 5

DOCTOR WHO

PARADISE TOWERS

Based on the BBC television series by Stephen Wyatt by

arrangement with BBC Books, a division of BBC Enterprises

Ltd

STEPHEN WYATT

Number 134 in the

The Doctor Who Library

A TARGET BOOK

published by

The Paperback Division of

W. H. Allen & Co. Plc

A Target Book

Published in 1988

by the Paperback Division of

W.H. Allen & Co. Plc

44 Hill Street, London W1X 8LB

Corporation, 1987, 1989

The BBC produce of Paradise Towers was John Nathan-Turner

The director was Nick Mallet

The role of the Doctor was played by Sylvester McCoy

Printed and bound in Great Britain by

Cox & Wyman Ltd, Reading

ISBN 0 426 20330 5

This book is sold subject to the condition that it shall not, by way

of trade or otherwise, be lent, re-sold, hired out or otherwise

circulated without the publisher’s prior consent in any form of

binding or cover other than that in which it is published and

without a similar condition including this condition being

imposed on the subsequent purchaser.

CONTENTS

1 The Last of the Yellow Kangs

2 No Visitors

3 Tea and Cakes

4 The Chief

5 This Way and That

6 Brainquarters

7 Come into My Parlour

8 The Illustrated Prospectus

9 The Basement

10 The Pool in the Sky

11 Kroagnon

12 Farewells

The Last of the Yellow Kangs

It was Mel who first of all wanted to visit Paradise Towers. She

felt after some very arduous adventures recently she was entitled

to relax by a swimming pool – a beautiful indoor pool with

heated water and marble floors and luxurious chairs by its side.

She talked so longingly about it that the Doctor deeply regretted

having had to jettison the pool from the TARDIS because it had

started to leak. And, one day, flicking through the images in an

old travel video-brochure she found lying around the TARDIS,

she came across pictures of Paradise Towers.

The building itself was impressive enough. A huge tower

block forming a separate man-made planet with soaring white

towers that gleamed in the sun and brightly coloured streets and

squares, where fountains played and exotic flowers bloomed.

Apartments to live in which were spacious and spotless, stuffed

full of remarkable devices to make the business of daily life

easier. Well-planned offices from which those in charge of this

artificially created paradise could ensure its smooth running.

Mel thought that living there must be like being perpetually on

holiday. And that was before she had even seen the pool. When

she finally saw its shimmering blue water and the lovely rich

tones of its surroundings, it quite took her breath away.

‘Look, Doctor, look,’ she exclaimed excitedly. ‘There it is,

right at the very top of that wonderful tall building. I can’t wait

to have a dip in that.’

The Doctor had had other plans but he realised that it

would be useless to argue, not to mention rather selfish. And so

the TARDIS was soon hurtling through time and space towards

Paradise Towers.

Mel could hardly take her eyes off the pictures of the pool

nonetheless. It seemed so long since she’d been able to relax in

warm, soothing water. The Doctor, to be honest, became a little

irritated with her enthusiasm.

‘I think that’s enough of that, Mel,’ he announced.

‘Why?’ Mel enquired. ‘It looks great.’

The Doctor pursed his lips. ‘Well, if you want to stay here

watching a guide book when you could actually be enjoying the

real thing, that’s up to you.’

Mel turned to him excitedly. ‘You mean we’re nearly there?’

The Doctor nodded. ‘You may want to lie by the pool and

do nothing all day. I intend to explore. Paradise Towers is

supposed to be a remarkable architectural achievement, I

believe. It won all sorts of awards back in the twenty-first

century.’ He moved towards the TARDIS’s control panel. ‘Well,

are you ready?’

‘Ready?’ Mel replied, eyes shining. ‘I can’t wait.’

As he prepared for landing, the Doctor gave an inward sigh.

When he thought of all the really exciting planets they could be

visiting, he did feel a little cheated that they had to go

somewhere as bland and perfect as Paradise Towers. That was

the trouble with the young, he mused, they had no real spirit of

adventure. So he imagined a peaceful, uneventful few days

stretching ahead of the two of them. He could not, of course,

have been more wrong.

The last of the Yellow Kangs ran down Potassium Street as fast

as her feet could carry her. She knew the street well with its

distinctive blue walls, grimy and covered in Kang wall-scrawl, its

ornate blue street lamps all damaged or smashed completely, the

ones remaining flickering eerily, its pavements covered in all

manner of refuse: animal, vegetable and mineral. She had been

down the street many times in happier days when the other

Yellow Kangs had not yet been made unalive and they had

beaten the Blue Kangs and the Red Kangs again and again in

the never-ending game. Now she was alone. One by one the

other Yellow Kangs had gone from her, often without warning,

always without explanation. Perhaps it was the fault of the Red

Kangs. Or the Blue Kangs. She wasn’t sure but somehow she

doubted it. There was something else far worse than other

Kangs, she suspected, and often at night, when she slept alone in

the ominously empty Yellow Kang Brainquarters, she would

wake up, sweating and terrified, believing it would come for her

too.

On and on she ran. In the distance she could hear a familiar

chant, echoing down the deserted street. ‘Yellow Kangs are

cowardly cutlets,’ it went. ‘Yellow Kangs are cowardly cutlets...’

Over and over again. Maybe the Red Kangs had lost track of

her. She hoped so. It would be useless to try and explain to any

of them what had happened to the other Yellow Kangs or to beg

for an end to the game for a while. They would go on playing it

to the end of time. The Blue Kangs too. And she would have to

keep on trying to escape from them, whatever else frightened or

puzzled her. Not that there was time for thought now. She must

keep on running down Potassium Street until she had lost her

pursuers and could creep into Yellow Kang Brainquarters

without detection.

‘Yellow Kangs are cowardly cutlets... Yellow Kangs are

cowardly cutlets...’ Was it her imagination or were the Red

Kangs catching up with her? She thought she had double-

backed successfully leaving them futilely running down Nitrate

Street in the wrong direction. But their voices certainly sounded

nearer. She must hurry.

And then suddenly she stumbled over something and fell.

For a moment she was too startled to move and then, when she

tried to get up, she realised that the lonely anxieties of the last

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Muchinneedofaholiday,MelandtheDoctorheadforParadiseTowers:aluxuryman-madeplanetwithsparklingfountains,sunnystreets,exoticflowersandashimmeringblueswimmingpool.ButwhentheTARDISmaterialisesinadark,rubbish-filled,rat-infestedalleyitseemsthatthisparticularParadisehasturnedintoHell!Pursuedbyroguecleaning...

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