077 Doctor Who (The Seeds of Doom)
Jeepers, Creepers! The Brussels are sprouting! The Doctor finds himself in another vine mess and doesn’t have mulch time to sort it out. U.N.I.T. are late with the barbecue and Sarah’s had her chlorophyll of gardening (and she’s still getting over her fear of frozen veg). It’s no good asking Scorby for help either, he just longs for the green green grass of home. There are other guests at the Krynoid Garden Party, but something’s the vegetable matter with Keeler and Chase won’t leaf him alone. The haughty, cultured maniac is shoot-ing for the stars and won’t stop until all mankind is pushing up the daisies. I don’t think this is what the hippies meant by flower power. Still, you know what they say, the other man’s grass is always more homicidal. It’s not easy being greenery.