Dr Who Goes to New York
Dr Who was about to leave the TARDIS. He had a mission. Got a distress call. But before exiting, he checked his reflection in the oversized novelty mirror now occupying a corner of the TARDIS console room. His afro hairstyle looked brilliant (he couldn't grow hair, so he needed a wig. The afro is so much better than the mullet and cowlick, he thought to himself). His red and white striped bowtie complimented his dazzling blue eyes (it really did. It'd sporadically shout out "Nice eyes, sunshine," and, "woooooooo. Sexy eyes!" Complimentary bowties were all the rage on Gallifrey right now). His comically short arms didn't matter. His tailor made tuxedo came with extra short sleeves. His sparkling eyes scanned the tuxedo, checking for any signs of dirt. None. That was good. Now he was ready for his mission.
He had just left his latest travelling companion, Barry. Barry had grown tired of travelling with Dr Who and all the complications that it had brought. So Dr Who took Barry back to Argentina where he could resume his normal life again. He had just closed the doors, when the "wiiirp wiiiiiiirp," of the distress signal box started. He stomped over, and listened to the message. It was from a little girl. She was in Central Park, and she had lost to teddy bear. Dr Who liked little girls, (not in a Jimmy Savile way though. In a strictly legal, uncle kind of way, where he would give them gifts and make them smile) so he had to answer the call. He programmed the flight controls to take him to New York ASAP. Unfortunately the TARDIS had landed in Brooklyn so he had a bit of a walk to Central Park.
Dr Who opened the TARDIS doors.
Dr Who exited the TARDIS.
Passers by screamed.
The passers by could not believe it. a 40 foot high blue box had suddenly appeared on the edge of Prospect Park. A minute later, a giant 30 foot Tyrannosaurus Rex with an afro, brilliant blue eyes and wearing a tuxedo emerged.
I hope you're not confused. Dr Who. It's not a contraction of Doctor Who. It's a contraction of Dinosaur Who. Dinosaur Who.
Dr Who was alarmed. People were running away with terror.
"Don't be frightened," he cried. However, the telepathic circuits in the TARDIS were broken, so all the New Yorkers heard was "RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRR."
He stomped off in the general direction of Central Park, his tail unconsciously flicking into and damaging buildings. More and more people fled in fear, unable to interpret his roars. He ran past the Empire State Building and got to the entrance to Central Park when he noticed helicopters flying to towards him. In them, there were soldiers. With guns. They were going to shoot him!!
Dr Who waggled his tiny arms in an attempt to say 'stop.' The soldiers fired. Dr Who staggered backwards. They fired again. And again. Dr Who toppled over.
Dr Who woke up several hours later, in a large silo. He blinked until his eyes got used to the light. He had been tied down. He roared and pulled, breaking the bonds. He couldn't believe it. He had travelled all this way to help a little girl, and the Americans had shot him with tranquilisers and chained him up. How rude!! He decided they did not deserve his kindness. He stood up, his head bursting through the roof. He bent down, and charged at the nearest wall. It crumbled and he escaped onto a road. Cars screeched to a halt in front of him. He roared/laughed and squashed one of them. He continued on his way back to Brooklyn and the TARDIS. Again, helicopters appeared, but before the ungrateful Americans could harm him again, he entered his machine and left America. He wasn't going to return to that dump. Ever again!
He had just left his latest travelling companion, Barry. Barry had grown tired of travelling with Dr Who and all the complications that it had brought. So Dr Who took Barry back to Argentina where he could resume his normal life again. He had just closed the doors, when the "wiiirp wiiiiiiirp," of the distress signal box started. He stomped over, and listened to the message. It was from a little girl. She was in Central Park, and she had lost to teddy bear. Dr Who liked little girls, (not in a Jimmy Savile way though. In a strictly legal, uncle kind of way, where he would give them gifts and make them smile) so he had to answer the call. He programmed the flight controls to take him to New York ASAP. Unfortunately the TARDIS had landed in Brooklyn so he had a bit of a walk to Central Park.
Dr Who opened the TARDIS doors.
Dr Who exited the TARDIS.
Passers by screamed.
The passers by could not believe it. a 40 foot high blue box had suddenly appeared on the edge of Prospect Park. A minute later, a giant 30 foot Tyrannosaurus Rex with an afro, brilliant blue eyes and wearing a tuxedo emerged.
I hope you're not confused. Dr Who. It's not a contraction of Doctor Who. It's a contraction of Dinosaur Who. Dinosaur Who.
Dr Who was alarmed. People were running away with terror.
"Don't be frightened," he cried. However, the telepathic circuits in the TARDIS were broken, so all the New Yorkers heard was "RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRR."
He stomped off in the general direction of Central Park, his tail unconsciously flicking into and damaging buildings. More and more people fled in fear, unable to interpret his roars. He ran past the Empire State Building and got to the entrance to Central Park when he noticed helicopters flying to towards him. In them, there were soldiers. With guns. They were going to shoot him!!
Dr Who waggled his tiny arms in an attempt to say 'stop.' The soldiers fired. Dr Who staggered backwards. They fired again. And again. Dr Who toppled over.
Dr Who woke up several hours later, in a large silo. He blinked until his eyes got used to the light. He had been tied down. He roared and pulled, breaking the bonds. He couldn't believe it. He had travelled all this way to help a little girl, and the Americans had shot him with tranquilisers and chained him up. How rude!! He decided they did not deserve his kindness. He stood up, his head bursting through the roof. He bent down, and charged at the nearest wall. It crumbled and he escaped onto a road. Cars screeched to a halt in front of him. He roared/laughed and squashed one of them. He continued on his way back to Brooklyn and the TARDIS. Again, helicopters appeared, but before the ungrateful Americans could harm him again, he entered his machine and left America. He wasn't going to return to that dump. Ever again!