The TARDIS materialized on a desolate planet, devoid of any life or vegetation. The Sixth Doctor and Frobisher, his shape-shifting companion, stepped out of the ship and surveyed the area. Suddenly, a group of paradigm daleks appeared, their bright colors standing out against the drab landscape.
"Looks like we have company, old chap," the Doctor said, his voice betraying no hint of fear.
"Should we run or fight?" Frobisher asked, his feathers ruffling in anticipation.
The Doctor simply grinned and pulled out his trusty sonic screwdriver. "I think we'll do a bit of both."
The daleks opened fire, but the Doctor was already sprinting towards them. He deftly dodged their blasts, weaving in and out of their ranks, and began to manipulate the sonic screwdriver in a blur of motion. Frobisher, meanwhile, transformed into a giant, angry-looking bird and took to the air.
The daleks were no match for the duo's combined efforts. The Doctor used his screwdriver to disable their weapons and shields, while Frobisher swooped down from above and pecked at their casings with his beak. Within minutes, the daleks lay in smoldering heaps, defeated.
The Doctor dusted off his jacket and grinned at Frobisher. "Well, that was easy."
Frobisher squawked in agreement and transformed back into his natural form. "I must admit, I quite enjoyed that."
The Doctor chuckled. "Yes, well, let's hope the next adventure is just as easy."
With that, the two friends climbed back into the TARDIS and set off into the vortex, ready for whatever the universe had in store for them next.
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