Bill & Ted's EQUESTRIAN Adventure

It was a normal day in Equestria. A brown earth pony with a brown mane and tail, green eyes, and an hourglass cutie mark was walking along the edge of Ponyville, the town that this pony had called home for the past 3 years.

He sighed and spoke with a British accent, "I wonder if I'll ever be able to get the TARDIS fixed and be able to get back to London." All of a sudden, he saw a flash of light on the ground. "What the?" All of a sudden he saw a 1989 style phone booth rise up from the ground. Out of it, stepped two earth ponies. One had long, 80's-ish black hair, whereas the other one had blonde, more 50's-ish hair. "Who the heck are you lot?"

"Whoa, dude. A talking pony. Where are we, Bill?" asked the black-haired one.

"I don't know, dude, but we should probably introduce ourselves, Ted," replied the blonde, "I 'M BILL S PRESTON ESQUIRE!"

"And I am TED THEODORE LOGAN! And together, we are..."

"WYLD STALLYNS!" once again, beginning an air guitar riff before noticing that they were doing so with hooves instead of hands.

"Whoa, dude. I think we might be ponies..."

"EXCELLENT!" once again performing an air guitar riff. Meanwhile the British pony was confused as all heck.

"Well, nice to meet you, um...Bill and...Ted, is it? Anyways, uh...I am the Doctor. And I say that is an...interesting piece of equipment you have there. It looks an awful lot like the TARDIS, that is my...time machine."

"Whoa, you have a time machine, too?"

"Most excellent, dude."

"Uh, yes, it is indeed excellent...uh...dude? Or...at least it would be if it worked. I've been trapped here in this world since it dropped me off here 3 years ago. I mean it's a nice world and all, but a man gets homesick after a while."

"So, wait, you're NOT normally a pony?"

"Well, no, but I take it neither are you?"

"Nope."

"Then we should get along fine. Both brought here the same way. Hopefully not both trapped here. I mean when you're kept far from home long enough, even the best paradise in the universe can become a prison...Maybe even a Hell..."

"Yeah, we see what you mean, and we're sorry you have to be stuck like this."

"Whoa, Ted, I have an idea!"

"What is it, Bill?"

"Why don't we let this Doctor dude use the phone booth to go home for a day?"

"Dude, that is a most excellent idea. It is sure to be our most excellent idea yet."

"Oh, you two really don't have to do that for me.

"We insist. Go on, Doctor dude. The phone book's in there already. Just be sure to have it back by tomorrow."

"Well, thank you, Bill...and you too, Ted. And don't worry, I assure you it will be back in this spot by tomorrow." As the Doctor walked into the machine, he saw a yellow pages style phone book in it. "Wow, they weren't kidding," he said to himself as he looked through the pages, "Uh, let's see now, London, London, London, AHA!" he said as he found what he was looking for. "Let's see, uh...1-632-566-3661" he said as he dialed the number on the phone. Then, the antenna on the top opened, spun around really fast, electricity flowing through it, and...it slowed to a stop. The two teen ponies outside were confused. "Uh...does it usually stop like that?" asked the Doctor from the inside. Bill & Ted just shook their head slowly in unison. "Well, that's not good, then."