The Three Doctors, the Three Masters, the Two Bettys, Stacy, and a Shrunken Melissa

"It's the Fourth Doctor!" the brown-haired Betty exclaimed.

"Another one?!" cried Stacy.

Betty-2 appeared deep in thought. "Is it just me," she said, turning to her counterpart, "or is there some sort of pattern here?"

Betty-1 nodded. "One Doctor to go with each Master?"

The red-headed Betty started to reply, but was distracted by the Doctors. "You as well?" the Eighth Doctor was saying to the Fourth. "My, my, this is like old home week. I haven't seen this many of me in one place since that business in the Death Zone." He actually looked quite pleased.

"Would someone mind telling me what is going on?" said the Third Doctor peevishly.

"Yes," snarled the Delgado Master. "I'd quite like to know that as well!"

Stacy finally spoke up, pointing towards the Ainley Master. "Well, he seems to be the one in charge here." All eyes turned towards the Master in question.

1. "Thank you," he said. "As I was about to say before this ridiculous interruption..."
2. "Unfortunately," he said, "I am as surprised by this turn of events as you are."
3. Suddenly, a voice boomed out behind them. "Ah, but he is not," it said. "I am!"

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