After last week’s pie tin full of plot was thrown in our faces, this episode seemed almost quiet in comparison; even with the giant, scary, paper-head doll monsters and a sad child. This will most certainly be an easier episode to recap, so let’s jump right in.
George is a sweet-faced, very serious child who has a problem. His cupboard is full of monsters. George becomes so frightened of the things in his cupboard, he cries out for help. He’s so frightened, in fact, his signal travels all the way to the TARDIS, so the best person ever to help deal with a cupboard full of monsters is on his way.
Our Doctor knows a thing or two about shoving things in cupboards, especially scary things, like monsters and Hitler. He arrives at the largest apartment complex I’ve ever seen, to find George alone with his dad, who is both worried and aggravated by George’s constant fears and quirks. The Doctor poses as a doctor from social services come to SuperNanny the family right up.
He talks to George, after getting the boy to warm up to him by making the boy’s toys come to life with his sonic. Playing plastic army men with a wee Time Lord has got to be loads of fun, and possibly deadly. The Doctor quickly susses up that the monsters are real, but George may not be. He confronts George’s dad with a book of photos, and demands to know about the day George was born. George’s dad remembers, suddenly, that his wife, Claire, can’t have kids, and he doesn’t actually remember George being born.
George is an alien foster child, and he came with his very own perception filter and particularly over-active imagination. More on that in a minute.
While the Doctor has been having tea and playing robots with George and his family, Amy and Rory have gotten themselves sucked into a world of trouble, as they do. They, along with George’s mean landlord and a cute little old lady who’s tired of taking her trash out, get pulled into a scary-looking house. A scary house full of even scarier dolls – the monsters who have been causing George so much trouble.
Not only will the monsters scare the tea right out of anyone who runs into them, they can turn their prey into scary dolls, too. Like zombies. Creepy, giggling, giant-headed zombies. The doll zombies get Amy, and her ginger doll chases poor Rory around the house.
Amy and Rory are always getting sucked into things, turned into other things, and dying. I should hope there’s some sort of pension fund for former companions.
In George’s bedroom, the Doctor has decided to open the cupboard and let
Hitler the monsters out. When he does, he and George’s dad are sucked in. They end up in the same creepy house as everyone else who’s been hoovered into the plot, and the Doctor quickly figures out it’s George’s dollhouse. (Let me pause for a moment and say DOCTOR WHO IN A DOLLHOUSE, my inner child is so happy.)
The dolls are swarming, as Who monsters do, and the Doctor calls out for George to face his fears. George walks into the cupboard, and that wee actor playing him is so good I wanted to send him a glass of warm milk and a peanut butter sandwich through the teevee. As it happens, George created this whole world from his fears. He’s never felt really accepted by his human foster family, and since he’s programmed to do whatever it takes to fit in with his family, he’s constantly scared, lonely and lost. The Doctor convinces George’s dad to go to him, which actually doesn’t take much convincing, and father and son hug and cry and make everything right again.
And I’ll be sleeping with a light on, because those dolls are really, really creepy.