Author's Note: I saw a couple of stories where 9 through 11 steal parts from the 3rd's TARDIS when they need replacements, and this came to me.

The Doctor frowned slightly as he looked around the laboratory that he'd landed in. Prominently parked in one corner was another TARDIS. Why it stuck out like a sore thumb unlike his own TARDIS which had turned into a rather primitive computer, he didn't know, but that shade of blue was rather fetching.

"Grandfather, where are we?" Susan asked as she peered at the room from behind him.

"I don't know." he replied.

Just as he was about to suggest they explore, the door to the other TARDIS opened and someone who was carrying what looked like vital circuits to a Time Rotor exited. Rather than departing from the laboratory through the door like a normal person, the messy haired man in the long brown coat dove out the window with his prize. Moments later, he could hear a TARDIS departing. From the sound of it, the parking brake was still engaged as was the fad for his generation. When he was a kid, the adults used to hate that sound and would wince when they heard it, which was all the more reason to do it.

As he was about to really exit his TARDIS and explore, he heard someone approaching the lab.

"My dear Brigadier, I..." a man in a velvet coat and ruffled shirt was saying as he opened the door and entered accompanied by a man in a military uniform. "I don't remember leaving the TARDIS door open..."

The man in the red velvet jacket crossed the lab and made his way into the blue TARDIS. There was a yell of "Hai!" that all beginners of Venusian Aikido use when engaging an opponent, and a loud thud. A second later, the dandy in the velvet jacket exited his TARDIS backwards.

"Tellurian Street Fighting." a man with a Northern accent which was the closest English equivalent of "Gallifreyan street tough" said the instant the dandy hit the floor outside what was apparently his TARDIS.

"Doctor! Are you alright? What's going on?" the man in the military uniform asked as he raced to the dandy's side.

"They've been stealing from my TARDIS again!" the dandy snapped angrily as he stood up and brushed himself off.

"Who's been stealing from your TARDIS?" the military man asked.

"Me!" the dandy exclaimed.

"When you say me...?" the man in the military uniform asked.

"Meet my future self, or one of them at least." the dandy said as he pointed towards the interior of the blue TARDIS which currently contained the Gallifreyan street punk, or at least the closest to a street punk that could exist on Gallifrey considering the draconian punishments that were meted out for even the most minor of crimes.

If that dandy was who he thought he was, then that that punk and window boy who looked a bit like his father now that he thought about it were...

Yeah, now would probably be a good time to get out of here before someone noticed him and added even more to the general confusion.

Closing the door to his TARDIS which nobody had even noticed was open because they'd been too preoccupied with the other TARDIS, he moved to the console. Leaving the lab, he set coordinates for the dump where the TARDIS parts that would cause an environmental disaster on Gallifrey were disposed of. Technically, he wasn't supposed to use this place as a Pick-N-Pull and could get into even more trouble than he was already in for doing so, but...

He gave a wicked smile as he replaced parts of his TARDIS with volatile substances and parts that were damn near incompatible with a Type 40.

Let's see those little bastards who were going to replace him steal from his TARDIS.