Doctor Who and the Planet of the Spiders

Sarah and Benton came speeding up to the gate in Bessie.
The Doctor glanced round the car-park. He indicated the little
helicopter. ‘You three get after him in Bessie. I’ll spot him from
the air and guide you.’
The little group broke up. The Doctor ran for the
helicopter, and the Brigadier with a crisp, ‘Move over, Benton,’
got behind the wheel of Bessie. The little roadster shot off after
Lupton.
The Doctor swung his long legs into the cockpit of the little
helicopter. Looking like a large, unwieldy dragon-fly, it took off
with a shattering roar, and was soon climbing steeply over the
UNIT car-park.
The Doctor looked down at the countryside beneath, the
roads spread out like a map. He soon spotted his stolen car, and
the bright yellow shape of Bessie in hot pursuit. From the
Doctor’s vantage point it was clear that the newer vehicle was
slowly drawing ahead. Poor old Bessie just hadn’t got the power.
The Doctor flipped the switch of his intercom. ‘Hullo, Brigadier,
is this thing working? Can you hear me?’
The Brigadier’s voice crackled back. ‘Loud and clear,
Doctor. We’re on his tail.’
‘Yes, but he’s getting away from you. Take the next right
fork and you’ll be able to cut him off.’
A Police Panda car was tucked into the side of the little
country lane. The driver was having a quiet doze before
returning to the hurly-burly of the main road. Suddenly he
jerked awake as two very odd-looking vehicles flashed past. He
grabbed his radio-mike, too shaken to observe correct
procedure. ‘Listen, there’s a sort of silver hovercraft being
chased by an old crock. They’re both doing about ninety!’ The
policeman instinctively ducked, as something whirred over his
head, then added to his message. ‘And there’s a little tiny
helicopter after ’em both. I’m in pursuit. Over.’