Adventures of Dr. Whooves: Trouble in England
A/N: Time for Dr. Hooves and Derpy to go on another adventure.
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CHAPTER ONE: A CALL FOR HELP
It was a beautiful day in Ponyville and Derpy was busying delivering the mail in her usual fashion since she had a tendency to crash into the doors of the places she would deliver mail to, that or crash through the windows, and that tended to leave the ponies exasperated with her as a result, even with her offers of muffins as consolation.
'Just a few more deliveries and then I can meet Doc for lunch,' Derpy thought, flying over the town to the Apothecary, and while she managed to avoid crashing through any of the windows, she did end up crashing into the building when the door was suddenly opened, and she bowled both Lyra and Sweetie Drops over. "Ow! Oh sorry!"
"Derpy!" Lyra and Sweetie Drops both shouted, glaring at the pegasus as they picked themselves up, retrieved their saddlebags, and they both left in a huff.
"Are you ok, Derpy?" Sunrise Blossom asked, helping the pegasus up and picked up her mail bag. "That was quite a crash."
Derpy nodded and checked her bag, relieved to find that the contents were mostly intact. "I'll be fine," she said reassuringly, pulling out a slightly dented package that she presented to the orange unicorn. "Sorry that it's a bit dented."
Sunrise Blossom magically took the package and gave it a slight shake. When there wasn't any sound of anything broken, she smiled reassuringly at the mail pegasus. "It's fine, Derpy, and thank you for delivering my package."
Derpy beamed. "No problem," she said and put a chocolate muffin on the counter before leaving. "Enjoy your muffin!"
Sunrise Blossom watched her leave and then chuckled. "Oh that Derpy," she commented as she took both her package and the muffin into the work room. She had heard a faint tinkling in the package, but she knew she could magically repaired the glass bottles she needed for a shipment of potions for Manehatten.
Meanwhile in his lab, Dr. Hooves was pacing back and forth, his forehead furrowed in concentration since there were odd things going on and he was pretty certain that it had nothing to do with magic. Most of the ponies of Ponyville knew him only as the time keeper, but a small number knew that he was really from another world, and that he was a Time Lord.
Some time ago, Dr. Hooves had invented a machine that could pick up strange energy readings that had nothing to do with magic, and just when it'd gotten results, he'd been distracted by helping Rarity get some silk she needed for a dress she was making for Derpy for the Grand Galloping Gala. By the time they got back from ancient Agrabah with the silk after defeating the evil cat goddess Mirage, his machine had been wrecked and the printout with the results was missing.
He'd searched his lab for the paper and during that search, he'd discovered that a circuit board was missing from his supplies, and a quick scan with his sonic screwdriver relieved that another time machine had been in his lab some months ago, the very day that he had told Derpy the truth about himself after an unexpected trip in the TARDIS.
The fact that some pony with a time machine had been in Dr. Hooves' lab without his knowledge had him greatly concerned, especially after the encounter with the Rani in Zootopia. Now he was fearing that one of his enemies was planning something nasty, and that whatever that plan was, it would have a negative impact on Equestria.
'Ponyville is my home,' Dr. Hooves thought. 'The whole of Equestria is my home, and I won't let any pony harm it. By the cutie mark of Princess Celestia, I will protect my home and my friends!' He was pulled from his thoughts when he saw that the pocket in his tweed coat was glowing, and he went to it, pulling out a black wallet-like object.
Surprised to see that it was glowing purple and vibrating, Dr. Hooves opened and his eyes widened when he saw what was written on it. "Great whickering stallions! I need to find Derpy!" He shoved it back into the pocket of his coat, which he immediately pulled on, and he ran out of his lab to find the pegasus.
After delivering the last of the mail with only a few minor mishaps and giving away some muffins, Derpy returned to the Ponyville Post Office, which she lived above, and she was putting her mailbag on its' hook when the door banged open and Dr. Hooves ran inside.
"There you are!" Dr. Hooves gasped after almost running into the counter. "Derpy, I need you to come with me right away!"
"What's going on, Doc?" Derpy asked as he began herding her out of the post office. "I wasn't going to miss our lunch date, you know."
"This has nothing to do about lunch, Miss Derpy," said Dr. Hooves with a determined expression on his face and got her out the door. "I have been summoned to help with a problem, and I need you to assist me."
Figuring that this meant a trip in the TARDIS, the pegasus willingly went with Dr. Hooves back to his house.
It wasn't long before the TARDIS was flying through the Time Vortex. Inside the time machine, Dr. Whooves was hurrying around the console, pushing buttons, flipping switches, and pulling levers while Derpy watched his frantic actions.
"Who are we going to help, Doc?" she inquired after several minutes passed.
Realizing that he hadn't told her, the Time Lord pulled the wallet out of his pocket and showed her the message: Doctor, I am in need of your help for a crisis that is threatening England. Merlin. "We are heading to England to help Merlin with a problem," he explained, pocketing the wallet. "He's an old friend of my, and if this is a problem that he can't handle himself, then it's vital that we help."
"Will we get to see Basil again?" Derpy asked while hoping that she wasn't going to have to wear another dress again.
"This is a different era in England's history," said Dr. Whooves. "This is medieval times, and the current ruler is King Arthur Pendragon." He checked one of the monitors and nodded. "Ok, so we're on the correct route," he announced, "which means we can go to the wardrobe room and find some decent clothes. Providing that it's possible after Rarity reorganized everything," he muttered.
The pegasus pouted. "Oh, do we really have to put on itchy clothes?"
"Don't worry, my friend, it'll work out."
"Ok."
A very long time ago in medieval England…
In the heart of Camelot, which would one day be known as London, was the castle and home of King Arthur Pendragon, who had been ruling the land for a decade by this point. When Arthur had pulled that sword from the stone all those years ago, he'd never expected to become the king of England at the age of twelve, and here he was now, twenty-two years old. His hair was still blonde, but it was longer, his eyes were still blue, and he was now sporting a blonde beard, too.
In that time Arthur had managed to improve the lives of his people, fought off invading forces, and exiled the witch, Morgana, from the kingdom after her attempted coup. He knew that the biggest reason he was doing so well as king was because he heeded the advice and lessons from Merlin the wizard and Archimedes the owl.
Right now, however, Arthur was facing a big problem, and he wasn't sure that he could solve it, even with the help of Merlin, Archimedes, or even the Knights of the Round Table, which included his foster brother, Kay, and while Merlin had voiced concerns, he'd felt that Kay deserved a second chance like any other person in the known world.
"Merlin, are you sure that this person you contacted can help us solve this problem?" Arthur questioned as he paced around the throne room while Merlin puffed on his pipe, and Archimedes, who ruffled his brown feathers a little, watched from his perch near the throne. The wizard didn't seem to age since his hair, long beard, and mustache were still white, but his blue eyes were sharp as always with wit, humor, and wisdom.
"I am certain that he can help us," Merlin said confidently from his seat next to the throne. "If anyone can help us, it will be the Doctor."
"I hope that you're right, my friend."
"I am."
A/N: Can Dr. Hooves help Arthur? Wait and see. R&R everyone!