The Five (ish) Doctors Reboot
Ponyville, Christmas 2012
Peter Trotson was watching the Doctor Whooves Christmas special on TV with his kids. “Kids, back away!” said the TV “You’re using your secret voice! Have you noticed? Watch me run.” Then the credits rolled. Peter turned off the TV. “So, Doctor Whooves has been running for 50 years now?” asked Apple Trotson Peter’s son. “Yes,” answered Peter “I guess it his.” “Will there be a 50th anniversary special?”
“There probably will be. And there’ll certainly be more than one Doctor.” “So, there could be just like, Pat Smith and David Trottant.” “I guess so.” “Cool!”
January 2013
Later that night, Peter had a dream. “Peter! Peter, oh it’s an honor to meet you.” Said Pat Smith “You were always my favorite.” Said Jenna flourish. “Peter, I’ve dedicated the 50th anniversary script, to you.” Said Strawberry Muffin. “Please sit down Mr. Trotson.” Said the makeup ponies. “You haven’t changed a bit. Bless you.” “I’ll put your costume in your trailer Mr.Trotson.” said the producer. Then Terra joyride interrupted. “They’re not going to call you Pete, they don’t want you Pete! Get up and walk the dog Pete!” “GET UP AND WALK THE DOG!!!” yelled Peter’s angry wife.
February 2013
“No, no, you don’t understand you’re my agent!” Said Peter on the phone. “I’ve just called to see about the Doctor who 50th anniversary special!” Then Sylvester checks his messages. “You have no new messages.” Replied his phone. Meanwhile, Coppin and Peter are all checking their phones.
March 2013
Peter is riding a cab to his hotel in at the Four Doctors Convention. Then, later that day, a mare wearing a fourth doctor scarf walked up and asked him about the 50th anniversary. He signed a picture of him back when he was playing the Doctor. Later that day he called the British Pony Network for the tenth time that month.
“Hello, this is Peter Trotson the, Fifth Doctor Whooves.” Peter called. “Didn’t you call me yesterday,” replied the secretary. “You know 50th anniversary special and all that. Please hold.” Then she called Strawberry. “Strawberry, it’s another one. Number, 5 I think.” “Yes,” answered Strawberry. “Put him on hold, and tell him I’m in a meeting.” Then he hung up. “Now,” he said to his 10th and 11th Doctor Whooves action figures. ”Where were we.”
Then he called back to his secretary. “And make sure we’re not disturbed for the rest of the day.” “We?” She questioned to herself.
April 2013
The next night Strawberry had a dream. Classical companions were calling out to him. Then Apple came up and exploded. Then Peter, Cloppin, and Sylvester were all in the hospital suite with Prance McGann. “What do you think he’s doing?” asked Sylvester. “Reading a script, and filming. Always filming. It’s probably for TV. Everypony wants to do TV, it’s not like it’s a major motion picture.” “Oh shut up.” Replied Cloppin. Then Prance received a call from his agent.
“Well that’s perfect because I’ll fit in with the others then.” He said. “Oh, and by the way, have you heard anything about that Doctor Who 50th anniversary thing? Nothing, well, that’s okay. Well I’ll speak to you later, bye. Horse apples.” “Do you think we should call Tom?” asked Sylvester. “Call Tom, why?” asked the other two Doctors.
“Well he might want to join the team,” replied Sylvester. “Well then why don’t you call him?” asked Peter. Then they got into a small hassle about who should call Tom Baker. “I’ve eaten the wing of a Griffon wing on live television,” replied Cloppin “There can’t be anything harder than that. I’ll call him.”
Then young Tom Baker was rowing in a gondola boat across a river. Right before he was about to cross under a bridge a large sphere swept him up in a blazing fire. “Greetings, greetings, greetings.” Said Tom’s answering machine” I seem to be stuck in the sodding time vortex, again. So I can’t assist you. Goodbye my dears!” “Whatever it is you’re planning I’m in.” said Prance. “Work permitted obviously.”
“I’d like to get involved tomorrow, but heading to New Zealand to film the hobbit “said Sylvester. “You and the Hobbit, I had no idea.” Said Cloppin referring to all of his recent remarks all about the Hobbit. “When are you back?” asked Peter. “Oh I don’t know,” replied Sylvester “Sometimes I sit in my trailer for days and days just waiting to be on the big screen”
“Oh get you r priorities right Sylvester, this not just some flash in the pan 5,000 dollar picture. This is important.” Said Peter. Then Peter trotted away. “I’d better be off home.” Said Cloppin “I’m expecting a special delivery.
May 2013
At the Baker’s house Cloppin, his wife, and her friends were all sitting on the couch when Cloppin got up to go get the mail. “Did you hide it?” asked Cloppin’s wife Sugar Sweet “No, I didn’t” said one of the mares. “Do you think he’ll notice it?” asked the light fucia mare sitting next to Cloppin's wife. "Yes!" cried Cloppin jumping for joy. "He noticed it." sighed Cloppin's wife.
Cloppin had a VHS copy of his own film Vengance on Varos. "It's one of my best you'll love it! Many say it's a classic." Cloppin then slid the tape into the player, the BPN's theme tune playing on the small television. In the background the noises of all the mares pounding on the doors could be heard in the background. "You're wasting all your time, I've locked all the doors." Cloppin called out as a reminder.
June 2013
New Zebraland, Hobbit filming area
Sylvester was talking on his new device called a phone. "I warned you this might happen." said Sylvester to Peter. "He likes to keep us hanging around in case he has a moment's inspiration, he probably won't. Yes, all right. I will. Well, good luck then. Bye!" Sylvester then makes a few attempts to end the call and then succeeds, thinking for a couple of minutes staring off into space.
"Oh, to hay with it. Let's live dangerously." Sylvester then began to scribble furiously on the back of a sheet of scrap paper, then packing his bags heading back to Neigh England. Peter then contacted Cloppin for a new special event. "Cloppin, we're on. Thursday morning. You know where."
Peter is picketing, on his own, wearing a Fifth Doctor t-shirt, outside Television Center. He has a placard reading "NO 'CLASSICS'? NO 50TH!!". Sylvester and Cloppin are sitting down on the pavement, sipping their tea. "Sugar?" offered Cloppin. "Ah! Decisions. Will it make a difference?" started Sylvester making yet another quote from his own role as the Doctor. "What?" said Cloppin very confused.
"Every great decision creates ripples. " continued Sylvester. "In your tea?" Cloppin then gave Sylvester a strange look. "Like a big boulder dropping into a lake." Sylvester raised his tea cup in the air. "Oh Sylvester, if you don't stop quoting yourself I'll put you back on the plane myself." sighed Cloppin. "I got it a bit wrong, actually." Sylvester said staring back at Cloppin. "Oh, what's the use of a good quote if you can't change it. You all right?" said Cloppin smiling at hi own quoted remark. "Oh, I dunno. I have this sinking feeling." Sylvester then peered out into the distance hoping he wasn't needed in New Zebraland.
Unfortunately back at Sylvester's trailer, a slightly angered dark blue stallion started pounding on the door. He went inside and picked up the note.