Adventures of Dr. Whooves: A Jungle Misadventure
A/N: And as I promised, here's the start of the next adventure with our favorite time traveling ponies!
Kaa: Ah yes, a trip to a different jungle.
Dede42: Yup, and thanks for helping me with this story.
Kaa: A pleasure, and I'm glad you and I resolved that mixup about me changing my ways for the better.
Dede42: Same here.
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Disclaimer: I don't own anything from My Little Pony: Magic is Friendship. I just own any and all characters that I just happen create.
CHAPTER ONE: WRONG JUNGLE!
It was a beautiful day in the jungle and both Timon and Pumbaa were getting ready to do some bungee jumping off the branch of a tall tree. It was one of their favorite pass times, and most of the time, they managed to go up and down a dozen times or so before the vines would eventually snapped and they would end up crashing to the ground, leaving behind holes shaped like them.
"I'm telling you, Pumbaa," Timon said with a grin as he tightened the vine around his waist, "we are living the dream."
"We certainly are," Pumbaa agreed, making sure that the vine around his own waist was firmly tied. "Ready?"
"Ready, pal."
They both jumped off the branch and plunged toward the ground below. "Geronimo!" And when they were just a foot from the brush-covered ground, the vines yanked them back upwards with shouts of joys as they were launched upward, and they flew past the branch and cleared the top of the tree before they dropped back toward the ground once again.
They went up and down a number of times, laughing and cheering, and then when they were heading toward the ground once again, a rift of white light suddenly appeared in the fabric of reality. Seeing this, they screamed as they disappeared into the rift, which shut, cutting off the vines, and there was no trace of them saved for the dangling vines.
Meanwhile over in Ponyville, it was a fairly normal day with Derpy flying around and doing her job of delivering the mail – with the usual crashing into doors or through windows, much to the annoyance of the ponies, and each time this happen, she did offer them muffins with her normal apologies.
"I don't know why the post office keeps her on," Lotus Blossom complained in a low voice when the pegasus in question crash-landed through the door and was trying to put the magazines back on the table that she'd crashed into moment ago. "If she's not damaging things by crashing into them, she's either screwing up deliveries or wrecking the mail."
"I know," Aloe agreed, frowning at Derpy as she walked toward them, only to trip over her own hooves, and went sprawling across the floor. "Derpy, instead of getting back up, just take our mail out of your bag please."
"Ok." Derpy opened her mail bag and pulled out a stack of letters, which Lotus Blossom was quick to take from her, and as she got onto her hooves, she also placed on the counter two vanilla muffins. "Here's some muffins and sorry about the mess," she apologized and trotted out of the spa.
The two spa ponies shook their heads, cleaned up the lobby, stored the muffins in the break room fridge, and went back to attend to their clients.
When she was done with her deliveries, Derpy dropped off her mailbag and flew over to the house that the resident time keeper called home. She knocked on the door and then went inside, finding Dr. Hooves in the kitchen, fixing some tea for them both. "Hiya, Doc."
"Hello, Derpy," said Dr. Hooves, setting two cups of freshly brewed tea on the table with a plate of mixed berry muffins for them to enjoy. "Please have a seat."
"Ok." The pegasus seated herself at the table, helping herself to one of the muffins, and once Dr. Hooves was seated, too, they enjoyed the muffins, drank the tea, and chatted about all kinds of things when a beeping sound came from the direction of the lab. "What's that beeping, Doc?"
"I'm note entirely sure," said Dr. Hooves, and they both went to the lab to investigate.
In the lab, the two ponies looked around at all of the different projects that the time keeper was working on, but none of them were making the beeping noise, instead it was coming from the hidden room that the TARDIS was located in. They went to the time machine and entered, where they saw that there was a beeping light on the console, and the beeping was coming from the console too.
Dr. Hooves went to the console and pushed a button, silencing the beeping and the light stopped flashing as he pulled around one of the screens to see what was going on, and he frowned. "Oh dear."
"What is it, Doc?" Derpy asked, joining him at the console.
"There's been a temporal distortion in the jungle that Timon and Pumbaa call home," the Time Lord informed her and he began working the controls, hurrying around the console while the pegasus sat down in the chair to stay out of his way. "We must investigate immediately!" And soon the TARDIS disappeared from the hidden room and into the Time Vortex.
In the jungle, not far from the tree that Timon and Pumbaa had been bungee jumping from earlier, the TARDIS appeared, and both ponies exited. Taking out the sonic screwdriver, Dr. Whooves began scanning the area while Derpy took flight to check the tree itself, almost running into the trunk at one point.
"Doc!" she called down when she reached the branch that the vines were tied to. "There's vines tied to the branch and they've been cut off a couple of feet above the ground."
The Time Lord went to where the vines were dangling and he scanned the area with his device, checking the readings after a full minute passed. "Hmm, yes, yes, this is where the rift appeared," he confirmed and looked up at his friend, who was still hovering by the branch. "Derpy, fly around and see if you can find our friends," he requested.
"Ok, Doc."
Everything was a blur of colors, lights, and sounds, they didn't know where they were or what was happening – all they knew was that they were falling and falling fast, heading toward an unknown destination. They didn't know how long they were falling, only that they were falling…
WHAM! Timon and Pumbaa both grunted and yelped when they collided with something hard and began sliding down the object until they both landed on another hard surface with the warthog landing on top of the meerkat.
"Pumbaa," Timon groaned, his face being pressed into the ground. "Get – off!"
"Oh," Pumbaa quickly rolled off his friend and sat on the ground, "sorry, Timon."
The meerkat grunted and pried himself out of the ground, leaving behind an imprint of himself, and sat next to his friend, trying to make sense of what had happen. "Ooh, that was strange wasn't it?"
"Yeah, it was strange," the warthog agreed, looking around, and his eyes went wide. "Uh, Timon, I don't recognize this place."
"Pfft, we're in the jungle, buddy," said Timon with a snort and got up, gesturing around at the trees and vines. "See? There's trees, fallen longs, rocks, vines, and – and – and I don't recognize this place either," he finished, realizing that his friend was right. "Pumbaa, I don't think we're in the right jungle anymore."
"I think you're right, Timon," Pumbaa agreed. "Whatever we fell through, it's brought us somewhere else."
"Yup, and there's only one thing we can do, pal," the meerkat announced and exchanged a look with the warthog before they both started screaming.
"HELP!"
A/N: Uh oh, which jungle could they be in? R&R everyone!