Doctor Who - Audio Details

It was just another quiet day on the mean streets for Frobisher, private eye. But then a dame walks into his office and into his life. A dame who is drop dead gorgeous and drop dead deadly, offering him a case he just can't refuse.

Well, he could refuse it. If he really wanted to. But he has to pay the rent.

When their paths cross, Frobisher finds himself involved in a web of mayhem and intrigue. A web of gangland killings, corrupt cops, sentient bloodstains, and very rude hotel receptionists. A web of murder and deceit, treachery and fisticuffs.

That sort of web. You know. The sticky kind.

Dear fans and fellow avian-fixated whifferdills, once upon a year, at a secret location, all the old Doctor Who Companions™ meet up.  We discuss past adventures, monsters, fashion sense, and the problems of re-entering society once our contract on the programme ends.  And inceasingly, of course, compare how much our autographs are being sold for over the internet.

Sad to say, some of the other companions are most unwelcoming.  They say I'm not cannon, and refuse to speak to me.  I feel they're jealous that I'm the only shapeshifter amongst them.  (Well, there's Kamelion - but he's usually broken anyway.)  The tratment gets right up my beak, so I just mesomorph into a Tythonian ambassador for half an hour and have a good sulk.  That usually shuts them up.

But this year I think I won over even the most hard-hearted Hartnell hanger-on.  I told them a story of one of my most fabulous exploits - a tale I call The Case of the Maltese Penguin.  Or Frobisher Saves the Day, Again.  They all sat transfixed as my epic tale unfolded, all mouths agog as they munched an their minced pies and slurped at their drashig juice.

And here now, because I'm lovely, is that very same story.  Painstakingly pressed on to compact disc, and brought to life by a whole array of dubious accents.  I hope you enjoy it.  I do.  But that might be because I'm in every scene.

Happy times and places,

Frobisher