Amelia Pond was waiting for her husband. It wasn't that she didn't like spending time with Crystal, Ronette, and Chiffon - in fact, she quite liked having people to talk to besides her man and her best friend. But now, a radio interview was on, and the three women had insisted on listening.

"So, Seymour Krelborne, the botanical - do you mind if I call you a genius?" the interviewer asked, concluding the program.

"Gosh, no," another voice said through the radio.

Ronette squealed with delight. "That's Seymour!" She had pointed out his voice every time he spoke, and while funny in the beginning, it was starting to get annoying.

"One last question, Mr Krelborne. there anything special you feed it?"

"Um, no. It's a special substance, but it isn't difficult to come by."

Crystal smiled. "He always says that. But he never tells us what it actually is." Amy found that peculiar. Back home, anyone who grew plants used the generic brand of fertilizer, and weren't afraid to admit it. Whatever this Seymour kid was using must have been pretty special.

"This has been Seymour Krelborne and his extraordinary plant on WQHT," the announcer said. Just before the station shifted over to commercials, though, Seymour's voice began to butt in again.

"I'd like to remind everyone listening that the Audrey II can be found exclusively at Mushnik's Skid Row Florist, open Mondays to Saturdays, 10 to 6..." At this, both the interviewer and Seymour were cut off by smooth jazz music. Amy looked up from the 1960s era radio. Down the street, an aging man was holding a radio of his own, tuned in to the same station. "The address, tell them the address!" he was yelling, hitting the radio for no particular reason. He was about as odd as everyone else in the shamble of a town, which wasn't saying much on his behalf. "Ah, well, it's still good publicity."

Chiffon, who could tell Amy was confused about the older man, leaned in to her ear. "That's Mr Mushnik. He owns the florist's where Seymour works."

Amy nodded in acknowledgement as the man came hobbling towards them. He had gray hair which was receding up his head, a dark brown shirt with gray pants, and old-man loafers, like the ones Amy's father wore.

"It's crazy, ain't it?" Mr Mushnik said. "Just yesterday nobody knew who we were, and now we're on the radio! It's pretty exciting, right, girls?"

Crystal and Ronette both enthusiastically nodded, and Chiffon leaned in to Amy once again. "Smile and nod. That makes him happy." The urchin then gave the shop owner a large grin, and Amy nodded along with the others.

Mr Mushnik then began to pace around the wooden boxes the girls were sitting on. "You know, it's kind of a miracle Seymour found that plant, anyway!" At that, he began doing something that Amy thought he was crazy for doing - singing in public. "I can't believe it, it couldn't be happening," he crooned, sounding positively dreadful. "Pinch me, girls, it couldn't be happening! All of this sudden success coming out of the blue..."

The thing was, the man had no music, or anything to sing to. Even though all the orchestration was in his head, the other three women seemed to hear the music, because the bobbed their heads along to the imaginary beat as well. By this time, Amy was positive they were all insane, and was going to leave if it wasn't for Mr Mushnik's story.

"I put a sign up right in the front window, an advertisement right in the front window: 'Stop in and see our amazing new plant, Audrey II'..." Then, the man dropped the radio on the wet ground and turned to face the four youngsters. "And the really remarkable thing is that people, they do." He sighed and sat down next to Crystal on the collection of wooden boxes. "Seymour, that twerp of a klutz finally did something right, Audrey II drives 'em nuts. What a blessing this wonderful plant should exist, and bring in the bucks for me, hand over fist!"

At this point, there was another figure striding down the street. This one was tall and lanky, with long legs and horrible fashion sense. Even Rory dressed better than him, and that was saying something. He had curly brown hair that stuck out at odd angles, and glasses that had obviously been broken before. In his arm, he carried a large potted plant. This plant wasn't a fern, though, nor a tulip; this plant had teeth, and looked like a cross between a Venus flytrap and one of those Piranha Plants from Mario Bros. It had leaves that flopped about as the man walked towards the group, and long veins which ran through its long neck. As the man approached, he pushed the glasses back up his nose. "How'd I do?" he asked, and Amy could tell from his voice that he was the boy who was just on the radio.

"You sounded great on the radio, Seymour!" Ronette squealed, trying to hug him as he struggled with the plant. Eventually, she gave up, and sat back down.

Chiffon stood up next, and while avoiding hugging the botanist, gave him a thumbs-up. "You're an overnight sensation, Seymour!"

Mr Mushnik reached into his pocket and pulled out a pocket camera at this announcement. "And in celebration of Seymour's success, let's have a victory picture!" It was an early disposable camera, and Amy hadn't seen one of those since she was a little kid. As the shop owner turned back to the rest of the group, he noticed one person that stood out among the rest. "Who are you?" he asked as the rest of the congregation got to their feet.

"I'm Amy Pond, one of the..." What did the Doctor say they were again? "...magicians."

"Well, Amy Pond," Mr Mushnik said, mimicking Amy's Scottish accent, "would you mind taking a picture of us?"

"No, not at all," Amy said, taking the camera from the older man. The three girls, two men, and the plant all squeezed together for a photo, and Amy stood about ten feet away from them. "Say, 'Audrey II'!" she said as she held the camera up to her eye.

"Audrey II!" everyone yelled as Amy pushed down on the button. The camera made a satisfying click as the little light on the front gave a surprisingly bright flash. The group mostly stayed together, except for Crystal, who led herself away from the group and to a seemingly empty spot on the road.

"Ooh-hoo, they believed it!" Crystal exclaimed, and Amy had a feeling that another musical number was coming on. "One day he pushed a broom, nothing in his news but gloom and doom, then they lit the fuse and give him room, stand aside and watch that motha blow!"

At this, Ronette and Chiffon jumped in the air simultaneously, as if they knew what Crystal was singing. "Explosion!" they sang in unison.

"Bang-ker-boom," Crystal continued. "Don't it go to show you never know!" What was it with this town and musical numbers?

The three girls all sang in various harmonies; however, Amy wasn't really a musical type sort of person. After the Doctor visited her, what was it, fifteen years ago, her whole world went topsy-turvy. "Seymour was in a funk," Crystal, Ronette, and Chiffon sang. "He was number zero, who'd have thunk he'd become a hero, just a punk, he was a forgotten so-and-so..." Amy liked the pitch of their voices, considering that they were singing a capella. "Then one day-"

Seymour stood up, his eyes darting from the girls to the plant, which was snapping at his hand. "Crash-ker-plunk!" he sang.

"-don't it go to show you never know?"

Amy was so content on watching the action between the urchins and the other men that she didn't notice Ronette was pulling on her sleeve.

"Do you sing?" Ronette asked as she pulled the time-traveler to her feet.

Amy shook her head, as if she thought then the singer would leave her out of this. "No, I don't."

As Ronette stood on Amy's left side, Chiffon strides over to her right. "Well, now you do!" The two singers then pushed Amelia towards Crystal, who was still singing.

"All the world used to screw him..." she soloed, before glancing over at Amy. Suddenly, the companion's arms flung out in time, as if she was choreographed to do this. However, Amy didn't consciously choose to do it; she felt as if she was being controlled by something else. Something else in her mind was going crazy, for as if she knew the lyrics, she yelled, "Biff-wham-pow!"

Crystal picked up where Amy left off, crooning "...now they interview him, and they clamor to put his remarks on the air!"

Amy stared at the semi-frightening urchin/singer. While still feeling surprised that Ronette and Chiffon had thrown her into this mess, she began to listen more to what Crystal was saying.

"All the world used to hate him..." Crystal sang, and then pointed to Amy. Amelia didn't know what to sing, or how to sing it, so what she mainly did consisted of hoping that her weird brain sense would take over. Which it did.

Amy was surprised by her luscious voice and how it flowed perfectly from note to note. "...now they're starting to 'preciate him, all because of that strange little plant over there!"

Then, Chiffon and Ronette jumped in as background vocals. "Observe him! Here's a chap, everything is landing in his lap!" As Seymour muttered to himself and coaxed the plant out of biting him, both the girls gave Amy big thumbs-ups. Amy grinned at this, and turned back to Crystal, who had began singing again. "Zam-ka-zap! Don't it go to show you never know?"

Ronette, Crystal, Chiffon, and Seymour all continued to sing, and to Amy's surprise, so did she. "One day you're slinging hash, feeling so rejected, lightning flash, you get resurrected, make a splash, now you're at the big bravissimo!" There was also a bit of dancing that all the girls did, which mainly involved 1950s hip-thrusting movements with dynamic hand signs. "And with a thunder crash..."

"Crash-ker-plunk," Crystal sang first, stepping forward.

"Bam-ka-boom," Ronette said next, bringing herself to stand next to the lead singer.

"Zang-ker-zunk," Chiffon shoved herself in with the other two.

"Zam-ka-zoom," Amy finally sang, with a grin on her face as she joined the other three. Then, in unison, Seymour joined them as they all finished the number. "Zowie-powie-holy-cow-he ordered up a rainbow to go! Wow, pow, look out below, don't it go to show you never know!" For the final pose, Ronette and Chiffon spun around in a circle as Crystal and Amy held their arms out, welcoming the imaginary applause.

Amy quite liked singing, even though she never thought she was very good at it. As the main singer kept her arms out, Amy's limbs were starting to cramp. "How long do we hold this pose for?" she murmured to Crystal.

"Until the applause dies down," Crystal replied under her breath before giving a large grin once again. Amy smiled, too, and held that position until she heard a voice call from behind her. It was a voice she, unfortunately, knew too well. "Amelia? What are you doing?"

Amy spun around to see Rory and the Doctor staring at her, with both of their faces boring a confused expression. Still smiling wide, she walked up to them. "My man and my raggedy man, did you see that? That was amazing!"

"What was, Amy?" Rory asked. "What was so amazing?"

"You know, the dancing! The singing! I was right in tune and everything!" At this, Amy's face turned from excitement to disbelief. "Oh, next you're going to tell me you didn't see me and the three girls singing."

"What three girls, Amelia?" the Doctor inquired next.

"They're right over there," Amy said, pointing behind her. "Their names are Crystal, Ronette, and Chiffon."

"Amy, I don't see any girls," Rory replied as he looked over her shoulder. "There's just two men there."

The companion spun around upon hearing her husband telling her off, and was shocked to see that only Seymour and Mr Mushnik remained in the intersection. Seymour seemed to be telling his boss something about Audrey II, which was snapping wildly.

"N-no way," she said. "There were three women there. Tall, black, shabbily dressed urchin women, I swear!"

While Rory seemed confused about the situation, the Doctor looked intrigued. "And these women, they just disappeared? Into thin air?"

"I don't know, you tell me, O Mighty and Powerful Time Lord."

The Doctor practically pounced on Amy when he heard her mention his species. "Don't say that!" he said. "Especially in an environment like this, you don't know who's from here and who isn't."

Amy caught the Doctor's drift, and wisely changed the subject. "So, what have you boys been up to today?"

"Well, I got a job," Rory said. "This place is desperate for work. You ask for a job and they just give it to you."

"I'll say," the Doctor added, grinning like he did a lot. "The florist's I got a spot at took no more than five minutes to interview me. Then it was a lot of unstacking and misting and fluffing."

"I never thought I'd say this, but I think I'd rather be doing the night shift than working at 'Scrivello Dentistry'." Rory said as he adjusted his watch.

'Scrivello'... the name seemed familiar to Amy. Someone in Skid Row had that name, but she couldn't place it. "Doctor, you're working at a florist's? Is that the one where Audrey works?"

"Yes, the same one," the Doctor responded, nodding. "There's a lot of variety in the plants."

"Doctor, of all things, I'd never think of you as a florist," Rory stated.

The Time Lord shrugged at this statement. "I've always wanted to settle down, you know. Maybe take up beekeeping, or painting watercolors... or own a flower shop."

"Well, Doctor, you didn't buy the store, did you?" Amy laughed nervously. She was pretty sure he didn't, but you never know. After all, he did lock her up in a box for 2,000 years a couple weeks ago.

To her relief, however, the Doctor shook his head. "No, but I did meet some lovely people - and plants."

Rory looked at his wife and grinned, reaching out to hold her hand. "Do you remember the flytrap Audrey showed us? That was in the shop, right?"

"Yeah, it was. Quite a whopper of a thing." The Doctor, who was obviously not listening, had his attention turned to the kid with the plant and Mr Mushnik. The two were headed for the shop, jabbering away about various ways to care for the flytrap. As the Doctor saw them starting to leave, he turned back to the time-travelling couple.

"Well, back to the grind," he exclaimed cheerily. "I'll catch up with you guys tonight." With that, he dashed off - or rather, giraffe-ran off - to the two yammering men.

Rory and Amy sighed, before looking at each other. Rory shrugged and pointed behind himself to a dark street. "I'd better get going, too. Being late on the first day would not give off a good vibe. Stay out of trouble, okay?"

Amy laughed and kissed her newlywed. "I'll try. Now, get back in there and do your best!" She hugged him once more for good luck before he hurried off.

Maybe I should get a job for myself, Amy thought. I would have something to do all day.

Then, as Amy realized she'd just quit a job as a kiss-o-gram and was taking a break from being in the TARDIS all day, she had a recurring thought bubble up inside her.

Nah.

Now, where were those girls?

A/N: Long time no see! Really, really long time... Anyway, no updates from me for at least the next three weeks. Our final rehearsals for The Wizard of Oz have just begun, and those go 5-6 hours a night. Who knew being cowardly was such hard work? I just hope Twoey won't get angry for my delay...

Twoey: FEED ME!

Me: SHUT UP! Anyway, rating and reviewing would be helpful! In your review, please leave an idea for the next chapter, a valid SSID, a description of your favorite plant-like species, and a drop of your blood. Why blood? ...No reason...

Twoey: CUT THE CRAP AND BRING ON THE MEAT!

Me: Fine! Rate, review, and do all that crap. See you in the next update.

-K.A.T.