Chapter Three: Housecall on the Doctor
6:15 A.M., The same morning, Ponyville Scrapyard
"Why does your friend live in a junkyard?" Dinky asked, unable to fathom why somepony, anypony would live in a junkyard.
"He doesn't. Well, not really. He lives in a junkyard... and he ...doesn't... live in a junkyard. It's kind of hard to explain. I could explain it, but I'd need a few hours at least. It is THAT complicated." Enoch said, producing a flashlight from one of his saddlebags. Flicking it on, he panned the beam around, landing on a tall, beatup blue box that read "Police Box" at the top. "Ah! Here we are." Enoch exclaimed, looking pleased that he had found it. "I'm surprised that we located it as quickly as we did. He likes to move it around, the Doctor."
"It moves?" Dinky asked, not for the first time doubting the sanity of her mother's employer and friend. "It does much more than move, Dinky." said the aforementioned employer and friend. "Now, let's see if he's up. He should be." Raising a hoof, Enoch knocked on the side of the box, which was actually a pair of doors, Dinky realized. Five seconds passed... ten...fifteen...twenty. "He must not be up. No matter. I have a key!" he said, fishing in his pocket. "Ah! Found it."
"Why do you have a key?" Dinky asked. "I used to travel with him." Enoch explained.
THUNK. Creeeeak. "Oh. He's changed it."
"Huh?"
"The interior. He's... You wouldn't understand unless you see it. Come see it Dinky!"
"See what? The inside of a... Um... Oh wow."
"Well?" A new voice registered itself with the ponies' eardrums and they spun around to meet a rather handsome brown Earth Pony wearing a tie (Not a bow tie, even though they ARE cool:) and square-framed glasses.
Enoch was the first to speak: "Doctor! My dear Doctor, what are you doing hiding in the corner?"
A smile crept across the new pony's -the Doctor's- face. "Something clever, Enoch. Do you not see the brainy specs?" And he lifted a hoof, pointed to his face.
The speech center of Dinky's brain finally figured out that not working was no way to behave, and she stumbled into speech: "Wha...um...gwuh? 's...'s bigger on th' inside?"
The Doctor looked up from his work and said, "There it is!"
Eager to resume his errands, Enoch changed the subject; "I take it you're done making the part I asked for, Doctor?"
"Yes, yes. It's done. And for the lives of me, I cannot figure out what you need it for! Now will you tell me?" said the Doctor, getting up off the chair hidden in the corner.
"I'll let you in on it... over lunch at Sugarcube Corner in a week?" Enoch asked, an amused gleam in his eye. "Fine... a week. Take your part, then." The Earth pony grumbled.
"Thank you, dear fellow."
"Where are you headed? I'll drop you off." The Doctor offered.
