Wuuuuu-uuu-uuu
It started on top of a hill. A strange wheezing and groaning sound filled the air. Louder and softer. The wheezing and groaning continued. Then the source of the noise materialised. Finally making his way to the top of the hill was an overweight boy, wheezing and groaning after a lot of exercise. Hands on his thighs, he leaned forward and fought back the urge to vomit. These 5km runs would be the death of him, he thought.
Just at that moment, another unusual noise could be heard on top of that hill. Wuuuuu-uuu-uuu. Wuuuuu-uuu-uuu. Wuuuuu-uuu-uuu. Wuuuuu-uuu-uuu.
Slowly, a blue box appeared. Fatty looked at it in wonder. Fatty wasn't his real name. It was George. But his friends were mean little shits, and they nicknamed him Fatty. Because he was overweight. Fatty/George looked at the box and read the words 'Police Public Call Box.'
It was one of those old police boxes from the 1960s.
Except that it wasn't.
It only looked like one.
In reality it was a TARDIS. A ship for travelling through time and space. A ship that was bigger on the inside.
With one last wuuuuu-uuu-uuu, the TARDIS completely arrived. Fatty couldn't believe it. How could a police box just materialise like that? Without warning (for no warning speakers had been installed on the outside of the TARDIS), the doors opened, and a man stepped out. He was a Time Lord. He had a big mop of curly white hair, that grew more bouffant as the years passed by. He had a huge nose, which suggested that he was distantly related to Ponocchio. He wore a green suit with brown overcoat, and his hands were big and brown. On his face was a smile.
It was Doctor Who!
"Men may go shooting off to outer space," he began, "but it's really their inner space that matters most." Fatty nodded. He appreciated the truthfulness of those words. Indeed, he was already thinking about a bucket of chicken nuggets that he was going to eat for afternoon tea. "I'm sure I'm not the only one who likes to be adventurous at meal times." Again Fatty found himself agreeing with the words of Doctor Who. "When the meal I'm eating is home cooked, but doesn't cost the earth, then I know I'm getting the best of all worlds!"
Wow! Fatty couldn't find any fault with those words. He wanted to inquire about the stranger's recipe for tripe casserole, but before he could speak Doctor Who had turned around and re-entered his blue box. A light on top began to flash, and as it slowly disappeared, Fatty heard that strange noise again. The one that goes 'Wuuuuu-uuu-uuu. Wuuuuu-uuu-uuu. Wuuuuu-uuu-uuu."
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Just at that moment, another unusual noise could be heard on top of that hill. Wuuuuu-uuu-uuu. Wuuuuu-uuu-uuu. Wuuuuu-uuu-uuu. Wuuuuu-uuu-uuu.
Slowly, a blue box appeared. Fatty looked at it in wonder. Fatty wasn't his real name. It was George. But his friends were mean little shits, and they nicknamed him Fatty. Because he was overweight. Fatty/George looked at the box and read the words 'Police Public Call Box.'
It was one of those old police boxes from the 1960s.
Except that it wasn't.
It only looked like one.
In reality it was a TARDIS. A ship for travelling through time and space. A ship that was bigger on the inside.
With one last wuuuuu-uuu-uuu, the TARDIS completely arrived. Fatty couldn't believe it. How could a police box just materialise like that? Without warning (for no warning speakers had been installed on the outside of the TARDIS), the doors opened, and a man stepped out. He was a Time Lord. He had a big mop of curly white hair, that grew more bouffant as the years passed by. He had a huge nose, which suggested that he was distantly related to Ponocchio. He wore a green suit with brown overcoat, and his hands were big and brown. On his face was a smile.
It was Doctor Who!
"Men may go shooting off to outer space," he began, "but it's really their inner space that matters most." Fatty nodded. He appreciated the truthfulness of those words. Indeed, he was already thinking about a bucket of chicken nuggets that he was going to eat for afternoon tea. "I'm sure I'm not the only one who likes to be adventurous at meal times." Again Fatty found himself agreeing with the words of Doctor Who. "When the meal I'm eating is home cooked, but doesn't cost the earth, then I know I'm getting the best of all worlds!"
Wow! Fatty couldn't find any fault with those words. He wanted to inquire about the stranger's recipe for tripe casserole, but before he could speak Doctor Who had turned around and re-entered his blue box. A light on top began to flash, and as it slowly disappeared, Fatty heard that strange noise again. The one that goes 'Wuuuuu-uuu-uuu. Wuuuuu-uuu-uuu. Wuuuuu-uuu-uuu."
Thank you for reading :)