Chapter 1: Tally-Ho!

He really didn't want to go. This was only his 10th regeneration as the Doctor (besides that one that he classified as 'The War Doctor' or 'Medic',) & he liked it. Walking around inside his one constant companion, the TARDIS, he let his eyes water. He was over 900 years old and he was still so sentimental about his lives. Almost chuckling at the realisation, he noticed his hand beginning to glow that depressingly golden-orange colour.

Pressing a few buttons on his beloved TARDIS, still hearing the song of the universe, he felt it slowly fly towards space. Still circling the spire-like centre, he pressed a few more buttons and pulling a lever, he finally stopped. He could feel it now, that painful feeling of his cells dying one by one.

The Doctor lifted his arms, the glow erupting from them growing to a near blinding point; he blinked away the tears from his eyes. "I-I don't want to go..." the dying timelord whispered, feeling that burning feeling, he flung his heads into the air as regeneration energy fired out of him.

Fires erupted from the TARDIS; Pillars fell & windows were broken, but all the Doctor knew was that he was changing. Letting out a scream, he fell to the floor, finally stabilising in a new form.

"Look at that! I am so short!" the 950-ish year old timelord yelled, seemingly overjoyed by the fact that his brown pinstriped suit hung very loosely from him as he rose from the floor. "oooh, high pitched voice!" he squealed, his voice so childish in comparison to his last regeneration, "I'm a dwarf now...Well that's one for the books." Giggling slightly, he trudged around the TARDIS, trousers falling down his small legs, wanting to see what he looked like, he opened one of the TARDIS's drawers & pulled out a small hand mirror. "Oh! Well that's...Different..." the Doctor murmured, seeing that his face was smooth and that of an earthen child, roughly ten, & he had such golden curly locks. He gazed into his lime green eyes & was only jolted out of his stare contest with himself when he felt himself flung to the left.

Finally noticing his rather beaten up companion, the now child-formed Doctor pushed himself off the grating floor and leaned heavily against the railing as he felt the room spinning around him."Oh I'm crashing!" he yelled with a manic grin, jumping out of his overly bit trousers & gripped the control console. Pressing buttons in haste, he failed to notice the screen indicating that he was falling towards Mexico. Giving up on controlling the TARDIS, he leaned back and let out a huge laugh, "TALLY-HO!"

"El Tigre, you should not have tried to defeat THE GENIUS OF DR. CHIPOTLE JR.!" The mad scientist yelled, throwing his head back & laughing as his Guacamole Golem punched the pintsized hero into a nearby wall.

The day had started off so well for the tiger based hero. He had hung out at the arcade with Frida for a few hours before school & Vice Principal Chakal had been off sick for the week. It had been so good, until Dr jalapeño Jnr. had to try and rob the miracle city bank. I mean, how cliché is that?

"C'mon Dr hot sauce Jr.! Couldn't you save the bank robbery to another day?" El Tigre asked, slashing off the man-made monster's tasty arm off.

"DR CHIPOTLE JR.! IT'S DR CHIPOTLE JR.!" The angry crazy haired boy yelled, pointing his mechanical hand at him, transforming it into its laser firing state. "I'll just have to write that ON YOUR GRAaaaaaaVE!"

"Wait! Look over there!" the belted super-hero yelled, pointing at something behind the pepper-based villain.

"I'm not falling for such a Si-"Dr Chipotle Jr. began, before he was hit by an astoundingly powerful force, knocking out the small scientist. Seeing his master in distress, the Guacamole Monster gripped the unconscious boy and made his way with haste back to the lair.

El Tigre, however, didn't bother to try and stop the golem as he was in shock. In front of his was a big blue box. A WOODEN box. One that fell from the sky, hit Dr chili-sauce Jr. and stood there as if it hadn't done any of that.

Blinking slightly, El Tigre slowly read what was written on the top of the box. "Police public call box? What the Santa Maria is that?" he queried to himself as he took a step towards the unknown, slowly raising his hand to grab the handle and open the door.

He was beaten to the punch though, as the door was flung open by a grinning pre-teen, seemingly oblivious that the shirt & jacket he was wearing was WAY too big for him AND that he wasn't wearing any pants (American for trousers, I've learned). "Hey there, I don't suppose you could tell me where I am?" the curly haired boy asked, walking out of the wooden box and closing it, not seeming to notice the gently steaming tarmac below him.

The tiger-based hero blinked again, before looking around him to see if this was some kind of trick (Frida had tricked him with something unbelievable before) and simply said, "uhh, Miracle City."

"Ah! I'm in Mexico!" The boy yelled, grinning even more manically as he did a small spin before looking back at El Tigre. "Then you must be, El Tigre then? Heard so much about you" he asked, taking a step towards him and shook the unmoving 13-year old hero. "I'm the Doctor, Pleased to meet you."

Slowly shaking back, the Tiger based villain slowly smiled back, liking the attention of this odd person, "Gracias..Wait, Doctor? Doctor who?" the costumed Manny asked, noticing the smile on growing wider on the boy.

"Just the Doctor," the Doctor stated, letting go of the gloved hand and looked back at his trashed TARDIS, then down at his half naked form, "And I need a new outfit."