Post by Ribs, Suthers' Pal on Dec 6, 2016 15:17:30 GMT
“And thus ends another exciting adventure!” explained Jack Lynch.
“Yes, my friends, I think we can safely say the Great Architect is in safe hands now that the Daleks have been dealt with,” explained Doctor Who. “Quickly now, let’s be off.”
The Gravis, Sarah Jane, and Mrs. O’Leary, left in the TARDIS to make tea and crumpets, eagerly anticipated their imminent return. Whilst Doctor Who and his friends Jack Lynch and Reverend Lindsay dealt with the imminent Dalek threat, JJ Cool took the Brigadier and Sergeant Benton to the beauty parlor to prepare them for their double date with the Wesley sisters. He couldn’t remember where Mr. O’Leary had got to, but hoped he had found his way back to their spaceship so they could soon be off for another exciting adventure in time and space.
Riding the Monorail back to Space Central Station, Doctor Who struggled to remember where he’d left the TARDIS, not quite understanding why he is the one who’s expected to know these things when he’s got far more to worry about. Frankly, his party was ungrateful – the nine travelling companions he was travelling with each in their own way disappointing him. As he sat there, watching the moon collide with the sun in the spaceport above as the end-times for Planet K began, he realized he’d be better off leaving them all behind.
He hatched the plan – he would tell them the spacecraft was one way, then he would sneak on board and fly away without them, leaving them to be consumed by the embers of Space Vesuvius as it is struck with the forthcoming solar storm winds. Perfect – and he’d be able to take back his Pachinko Parlor room now that Reverend Lindsay won’t be using it.
Walking down the long corridors after arriving there, Doctor Who finally spotted his favorite blue box. “Excellent – it’s where I parked last time I was here, how did I not remember that?”
He stumbled inside, and quickly threw switches from place to place at random hoping it would take him far away. The wheezing, groaning noise sounded as Doctor Who finally, just the once, left behind all his problems.
Meanwhile, in the restroom at Space Central Station, Doctor Who was busy washing his hands and looked forward to returning to his TARDIS after this quick stop on the way to medieval Bucharest. He hadn’t been in some time, and was looking forward to catching his arch-nemesis the Master up to his usual schemes. To his surprise, as he stumbled outside, he found the TARDIS wasn’t where he had left it. “Hm, how odd. I locked it and everything, for sure.”
He looked down the pathway, saw Sergeant Benton sipping a cup of tea, and realized what had happened.
“Fuck.”
Alone at last in the TARDIS, Doctor Who sat down in his recliner with a warm cup of space coffee. “I missed this thing – I wonder whatever happened to it.” Suddenly, he heard a noise from the bowels of the TARDIS – someone else was on board. In fright, he spilled his beverage all over the red velvet chair, ruining it.
“Who’s there? What are you doing in my TARDIS?”
A soft voice came from behind the door to the corridor. “Please, Mister, don’t hurt me.”
“What?” Doctor Who muttered under his breath, aghast.
Lu Ping stepped out from the doorway, her hands held up. Doctor Who smiled, and suddenly embraced her. He had finally travelled to the past.
Watching from his crystal ball, the Master chuckled. “Oh, my dear Doctor, you have been naive. I suppose you think you have found your loophole…”
“Yes, my friends, I think we can safely say the Great Architect is in safe hands now that the Daleks have been dealt with,” explained Doctor Who. “Quickly now, let’s be off.”
The Gravis, Sarah Jane, and Mrs. O’Leary, left in the TARDIS to make tea and crumpets, eagerly anticipated their imminent return. Whilst Doctor Who and his friends Jack Lynch and Reverend Lindsay dealt with the imminent Dalek threat, JJ Cool took the Brigadier and Sergeant Benton to the beauty parlor to prepare them for their double date with the Wesley sisters. He couldn’t remember where Mr. O’Leary had got to, but hoped he had found his way back to their spaceship so they could soon be off for another exciting adventure in time and space.
Riding the Monorail back to Space Central Station, Doctor Who struggled to remember where he’d left the TARDIS, not quite understanding why he is the one who’s expected to know these things when he’s got far more to worry about. Frankly, his party was ungrateful – the nine travelling companions he was travelling with each in their own way disappointing him. As he sat there, watching the moon collide with the sun in the spaceport above as the end-times for Planet K began, he realized he’d be better off leaving them all behind.
He hatched the plan – he would tell them the spacecraft was one way, then he would sneak on board and fly away without them, leaving them to be consumed by the embers of Space Vesuvius as it is struck with the forthcoming solar storm winds. Perfect – and he’d be able to take back his Pachinko Parlor room now that Reverend Lindsay won’t be using it.
Walking down the long corridors after arriving there, Doctor Who finally spotted his favorite blue box. “Excellent – it’s where I parked last time I was here, how did I not remember that?”
He stumbled inside, and quickly threw switches from place to place at random hoping it would take him far away. The wheezing, groaning noise sounded as Doctor Who finally, just the once, left behind all his problems.
Meanwhile, in the restroom at Space Central Station, Doctor Who was busy washing his hands and looked forward to returning to his TARDIS after this quick stop on the way to medieval Bucharest. He hadn’t been in some time, and was looking forward to catching his arch-nemesis the Master up to his usual schemes. To his surprise, as he stumbled outside, he found the TARDIS wasn’t where he had left it. “Hm, how odd. I locked it and everything, for sure.”
He looked down the pathway, saw Sergeant Benton sipping a cup of tea, and realized what had happened.
“Fuck.”
Alone at last in the TARDIS, Doctor Who sat down in his recliner with a warm cup of space coffee. “I missed this thing – I wonder whatever happened to it.” Suddenly, he heard a noise from the bowels of the TARDIS – someone else was on board. In fright, he spilled his beverage all over the red velvet chair, ruining it.
“Who’s there? What are you doing in my TARDIS?”
A soft voice came from behind the door to the corridor. “Please, Mister, don’t hurt me.”
“What?” Doctor Who muttered under his breath, aghast.
Lu Ping stepped out from the doorway, her hands held up. Doctor Who smiled, and suddenly embraced her. He had finally travelled to the past.
Watching from his crystal ball, the Master chuckled. “Oh, my dear Doctor, you have been naive. I suppose you think you have found your loophole…”