Pockets, Pockets
"Quickly Doctor, quickly!"
The Doctor glanced at Brittany. "I'm trying!" he shouted, digging frantically through his pockets. "It's hard to find things when your pockets are bigger on the inside." He yanked a length of uncoiled cable that was probably at least five metres long out of his coat pocket, followed by a fly swat and a whole lettuce.
"Doctor, they're almost here!" Brittany yelled, tugging frantically on the Time Lord's sleeve.
"I know!" he replied, pulling a world map out of his pocket. "I just can't find it!"
Brittany rolled her eyes. "Tell me that after they've ripped us to shreds."
"No need to get angry," the Doctor retorted, handing Brittany a carrot. "Here hold this."
Brittany looked at the carrot in annoyance. "How is a carrot going to help us fight off the horde of Genghis Khan?"
"I don't know, just hold it," moaned the Doctor, wishing that, just for once, he wouldn't pick up a companion that would question his every action. It was only a carrot, for Rassilon's sake! The Doctor plunged his hand back into his pocket, his arm disappearing all the way up to the elbow. "It must be in here somewhere," he muttered.
"I hope that you've found it, because we just ran out of time," Brittany said, backing into the door of the blue police box behind her. The Doctor turned, and pressed his back up against the door of the TARDIS.
An entire squadron on Mongol warriors had chosen that moment to come around the corner of the alleyway, spears levelled at the two time travellers. "I'm sure there must have been some misunderstanding," the Doctor started to say, but Brittany cut him off.
"I have a weapon!" she cried, pointing the carrot at the Mongol warriors, who all took a step backwards, unsure of whether this was a threat or a joke.
"Got it!" shouted the Doctor as he slid the TARDIS key into the lock on the door.
Brittany chucked the carrot at the nearest warrior. "About time!" she shouted, yanking the Doctor inside the TARDIS.
A/N: the trouble with having pockets that are bigger on the inside...