(A.N) Woah! I never knew that you would like this idea so much! I guess you all want me to continue, so here we go!
Oh, and if you didn't work out who the guest is in the first chapter, prepare to have what little suprise there was ruined, as he will be totally revealed in this chapter.
"Can i have an apple?"
Isabella's jaw continued to hang. Who was this strange man? And why was he asking for apples? Her by-now wide-awake eyes were glued to the image of the man inside the shape as he continued to talk.
"Apples! That's all i can think about right now!" another laugh escaped him. "Apples!" he said again "Apples, apples, apples!" he repeated himself, loving the word. "I love apples! I think i'm getting a craving! That's new! Never had cravings before!" he trailed off. Isabella couldn't find words for this man, she could only watch as he hoisted one leg over the side of the base and sat there.
He peered down at the insides of the object. "Woah!" he smiled an insane smile again. "Look at that!" he exclaimed, like an artist, pleased with his work.
Finally, Isabella found her voice again. "Erm.. Are you O.K. mister?"
The man's head almost immediatly turned to her. Bringing his other leg over the side, he continued to sit there on the edge. "I'm alright" he told her "just had a fall". He went silent for a brief second, then continued. "You should have seen it! There was all these explosions and all this fire! Next thing i knew, i was flung down, down, down..." he went off before he went on. "Landed in the library!" Another manic giggle came from him. "Heck of a climb back up!".
Now Isabella decided to voice something. She had noticed that the man's shirt, tie and pants were all soaked. "You're soaking wet!" she told him.
"Yeah, i fell into the swimming pool" was the man's response.
"You just said you were in the library!" the girl came back.
"So was the swimming pool" the man said like it was obvious. Isabella didn't know what to think. There was a man, in a large object, in her backyard. Who was he?, why was he here? And why did he talk about that shape as if it had things in it? The third question escaped her. "Is that your box?" she asked, pointing to the large thing that the man was sitting on.
The man grew puzzled, then realized what she meant. "What, this?" he gestured to the box. "Oh, yeah! It's mine". He jumped off the edge and landed in front of the stunned girl. Isabella listened to the man explain. "That's my big blue box! Takes me anywhere i want to go! And even a few places where i'd rather not go..." he went off again.
"Anyway!" The man exclaimed again, then introduced himself.. and his rules. "I'm The Doctor. Do exactly what i say, don't ask any stupid questions, and don't wander off. Got it? Good". He finished with a hearty "Let's go!" and went off in a random direction. There and then Isabella decided. This man was clearly off the deep end.
No seriously, he had just blindly dropped into the deep end of her pool.
Isabella rushed to the edge of the pool to see if the man was alright. He soon came back up to top level, now even more wet than he was before. Though, he still had that crazed smile on his face, as if he was loving every second of what he was doing. "Are you alright?" the girl asked.
"Alright? Course i am!" the man-Doctor-said back. "I'm swimming now! Swimming's good, swimming's fun, swimming's enjoya-AH!". Suddenly he clutched his stomach in pain. He went back underwater, and Isabella grew concerned again. "Are you getting a cramp? Do you need help?".
Isabella then saw the man grab onto the edge of the pool and hold himself there, his head and arms now out of the water. He uttered a few more painful moans as he attempted to climb out, but couldn't. The girl asked again "are you alright?".
"Yes!" the 'Doctor' amost shouted. "I'm fine! This is all perfectly norma-" he cut himself off and ducked his head down. When he raised, he began to cough out a golden ribbon of light and blow it away. Isabella's eyes widened, how did he do that? Now more than ever, she needed to know.
"Who are you?"
The man pushed himself away from the edge, his hands now glowing with light and energy. "I don't know yet" he looked at his hands "i'm still cooking...". The Doctor went silent for a moment and just floated there in the pool before he sprung back again. "And speaking of cooking!" he swam back to the edge and pulled himself out of Isabella's pool. Then he made his way over to the back door and into the kitchen.
Isabella tried to stop this manic man from entering her house but The Doctor walked right past her. With no other options, Isabella followed him back inside, looking back for a second at the big blue box now in her backyard.
Silence filled the kitchen as The Doctor looked around in slight aw. "Nice.." he said to himself. Shaking her head, Isabella fetched an apple from her fruit bowl and brought it to The Doctor. "You don't look like any doctor i've ever been to" she told him. Wordlessly The Doctor took the apple from Isabella and bit into it, only to spit it out across the kitchen.
"That is disgusting. What is that?" he asked.
"Um, it's an apple? You love them?" the girl in front of him said back.
The Doctor made a face. "Apples? Apples are rubbish, hate them".
"You said you loved them!" replied an annoyed Isabella.
"Used to, i used to love apples. Not anymore" the man said, paying no attention to the girl's annoyed tone of voice. "I like Ice Cream! Chocolate Ice Cream! That's my favorite!"
Sighing a bit, Isabella got out a bowl and scooped some Chocolate Ice Cream into it and handed it-and a spoon, of course-to The Doctor, who proceeded to shove a chunk of it in his mouth, make a face and spit it on the floor.
"Blegh!" he exclaimed. "Too cold! I don't like it".
The Doctor was really starting to get on Isabella's nerves now. "You just said that Chocolate Ice Cream was your favorite!"
"New mouth, new rules" the man said as if it would explain everything. Seeing the annoyed look on the girl's face, The Doctor decided to give a little bit more explaination. "It's kind of like eating a cake after you've just brushed your teeth. Everything's just-AH!" He fell to the floor, only to rise up again just as quickly.
"What is it?" Isabella asked him. "What's wrong with you?"
The Doctor looked at her. "What's wrong with me? Nothing's wrong with me, what's wrong with you?" he retaliated. In her frustration, Isabella could tell from The Doctor's tone of voice that he was british. Maybe Ferb knew him.
"Why can't you give me something decent to eat?" The Doctor spoke again. "You're a girl, bake something!"
He was really pushing it now. "Listen mister" Isabella began. "Just because i'm a girl and i happen to have earned my "Top chef" patch, doesn't mean you can automatically assume that i can bake!"
"But you can, right?" The Doctor came back, oblivious to the frustration he was causing.
Sighing, Isabella replied positively. "Yes, if you must know, i can bake".
"Well there you go then! Bake something!" The man said. He grabbed a tea-towel and began to dry his hair. Looking back at the girl, he saw that she had not moved an inch. "What?" he asked, then he facepalmed. "Oh, sorry!" he cleared his throat. "Please bake something?".
Isabella looked at The Doctor, then sighed again. Opening a draw and pulling out her Fireside Girls cookbook, she looked for a recipe that-hopefully-even a picky man-child like The Doctor would enjoy.
This night was far from over.
(A.N.1) Sorry Izzy. You'll get a break from The Doc soon enough.
(A.N.2) Be sure to check out the next chapter, it will have Fish Custard!