AN: I don't own, and I'm american, not british *cries*
The Doctor and River were fighting. Despite what many thought, this was actually highly unusual. All of a sudden, the TARDIS started jerking and spinning like mad, alarms blaring, lights flashing, sirens roaring, people flying; the works. When all was quiet and still, I cautiously lifted my head and looked around. Only Rory was on board with me. We quickly ran outside to see if they'd been flung out; and stopped dead in the doorway. There were a bunch of tiny, colorful people surounding the TARDIS. We slowly walked a little farther and looked around. "Where are we?"
"You're in Munchkinland, of course," I whipped around at that. "River! You're o-" My words died in my throat at the sight that greeted me. My daughter stood in a deep blue ballgown and silver heels. Her hair was elegantly crafted, her make-up and jewelry flawless, as always,but she was utterly weaponless, she wasn't acting flirty, snarky, or even remotly River-like. And she had a tiara and a sonic wand. A. WAND.
"Who's River?" She aked brightly.
"Nevermind," I murmured.
"Well, in that case, we hail you for dropping your odd little box on the witch, and ask if there is anything you desire." I turned to Rory and realized he was dressed head to toe in black, and that I was dressed like Dorothy. "Do'ya reckon it's gotta go all the way though?" He nodded and I sighed. Then we would like to get home, please."
"Very we-" A cackle rent the air as the a dalek appeared. I don't know how it got here, nor did I want to, but we had to go through the whole shpeal, and I was tempted to just click the heels that came off a cyberman, but I sighed and started down the road instead; minus the ubsurd dance. Americans.