The slim detective leaned close to the wooden call box, and frowned as he looked at the plaque. Something about it seemed off to him, but he couldn’t quite place his finger on it. The blue paint seemed correct, the shape of the exterior, the general build. But the location made no sense. Why would a call box be here in the middle of the alleyway?

“1929 Mackenzie Trench model, it appears. Paint has been preserves in pristine condition. Does not make sense considering the age and weathering this should have, and it does not appear to have been repainted… lettering on the plaques appears in be in order… I’m telling you Watson: This is not a normal call box.”

The detective’s companion rolled his eyes and crossed his arms, muttering under his breathe. “And what, pray tell, would an abnormal police call box look like, Sherlock?”

The detective grinned, and pointed to the phone located on the side of the object. “It doesn’t work. There is no circuitry for this to connect to. I could pick up this phone right now, and I bet nothing would happen!” With a flourish he moved and grabbed the dark colored earpiece and moved it from the phone, lifted it to his ear…

“Mommy! Is that you mommy?”

He jumped back at the voice, staring at the receiver and lifting it back to his ear. “Well, that’s peculiar. Hello? Is someone there?”

“Mommy! Is that you mommy?”

His frown deepened, and he gradually laid the phone back down. “Must be some sort of prank. Come along Watson, we shall investigate this matter further.” He said, and gave a tug of his coat, tucking his scarf against his neck and moving slowly down the sidewalk, glancing occasionally back at the strangely placed object. He was so focused he didn’t notice a brightly colored animal walking slowly across the street.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the door, another figure had more pressing matters to attend to.

“How could this happen? A dimensional tear, dragging object from another world into our own. It’s as if Hundreds of Earth’s are colliding in one spot. I have a Earth-13579 singing and dancing their way through New York, and Earth-1602 stuck in the 17th century. That is including all the strange mutants this reality seems to have, and that strange detective that keeps getting in the way. We’ve got ourselves a genuine mess here, that’s what we have.” He paced back and forth, normally playful and relaxed expression concerned and panicked. It was a good thing he had no companion on this adventure: he would be hard pressed to keep them inside the call box every time something new walked past.

Things were definitely getting out of hand. There were reports of aliens coming through a circular portal in Cheyenne Mountain, Colorado, an outbreak of supernatural creatures and some monster hunters or something trying to contain them, and strange people in robes with broom sticks had wandered passed the call box this morning. He could have sworn one of them had a wand. If magic was in this reality that made things even more serious. And don't even get him started on the ponies... That was an entirely new problem to deal with.

Returning to his monitors, he watched as the rift continued to suck objects in. There was no telling what would arrive next, but he was beginning to think this problem was bigger than his faithful sonic screwdriver could contain. Rushing towards the door, he opened it ever so slightly, enough to watch a tiny rodent like creature zap lightning at one of the ponies.

Yes, he was quite sure this problem was growing beyond what his faithful time machine could handle.

As they made their way down the street, the detective adjusted his coat and watched as a group of strangers burst into a rendition of Gangnam Style in the middle of the street. A strange gargoyle-like female tried to escape a group of adoring fans, before striking a pose for a camera, and frantically speaks into the phone trying to figure out why she was in London instead of California. The detective scratched his chin, and tried to analyze the dance moves for future reference. Watson just stared at the mutant going past.

”And you think that police box has something to do with this?” He said, blinking his eyes slowly and jumping as a bright pink pony nearly barreled him over. They had been poisoned. He was quite sure of this. Even more so when someone waved a stick at the dancers and they all transformed into birds.

”Decidedly not. I believe the box to be alien, like many of these creatures, but I don’t believe it is the source of this chaos. Something must be happening here… something sinister. We can only investigate further and try to deduce the source! Come along Watson! Don’t stay still too long. Who knows what these creatures will do.” With long strides, he weaved through the residents of the city as they scrambled in panic to escape what looked like a giant dragon. But that was silly, dragons didn’t exist in this earth.

"We have to do something Sherlock! At this rate, the city will be destroyed within the hour!"

The detective puffed his pipe, and then gave a firm nod of his head. "Right... We should away to the time machine!"

"The time machine?"

"Yes my Dear Watson. In the time it took you to panic about our current predicament, I have used my immense knowledge of nature and worlds and general nonsense to come to the conclusion that a time traveling alien is in our midst, and he alone holds the solution to this chaos. While I cannot unveil what solution he may present to us, he may at least formulate a more tangible diagnosis of this cities... condition. Come along! We must return to that police box, which must certainly be his time machine, although I don't know how I know this because there were no visible indications that it would travel time at all, but that is why I am brilliant." With a dashing smile, he pranced his way back to the TARDIS. A distant explosion was heard somewhere down the road where the Sanctuary transformed into a giant marshmallow palace.

The Doctor was baffled, curled up under his control panel, holding his sonic screwdriver and trying to decide what to do. The Galactic Empire had arrived not too long ago, and now there was a duel taking place outside the TARDIS, between a wizard with a lightning shaped scar and a number of white armored soldiers he didn't recognize. They nearly decimated the time machine with way ward blaster fire, but the clever box had scooted a few centimeters to the right and avoided certain disaster. Needless to say, he was surprised when he heard knocking on the door of his call box, and quickly ventured to the door and cracked it open.

There was a rather normal looking man at the door, with a rather smug look on his face.

"My I help you?" The time lord inquired, blinking as a spell transformed the stranger's scarf into a bright pink fuzzy boa. Realizing the visitor was in danger, he quickly yanked him inside. A second stranger snuck in behind and then the door shut on a rather enthusiastic pony.

"There is trouble outside, my dear time lord, and we've come to ask your assistance. As we speak, the city is being overrun by creatures from, I have deduced, other dimensions. There are ponies overrunning the streets. There are random flash mobs spouting in the transit. There was a tiny fire lizard sitting in my chair this morning, and he nearly caught fire to the curtains! And... why am I wearing a pink boa?" He glanced down suddenly at his faithful scarf, and his eyes blinked at the florescent color. He glanced down at his belt, and found it now contained a strange hilt of some sort. Pulling it out, he did the first thing you always do with something new: push the button. A giant beam of buzzing light exploded from the end of the saber, and he yelped and dropped it, watching as it rolled across the floor and sat there fizzling.

"What on earth was that!" He exclaimed. Watson rolled his eyes. The detective quickly straightened his caught and gave a cough. "As I was saying, if we don't do something, I fear we will soon become part of this chaos. Already, the effects of these strangers have started contaminating us as well! Your call box, I fear to say... looks like a rainbow threw up on it. Surely, being alien like these creatures, you must know how to protect my fair city!" His exclamation bounced his scarf into his face, and he sneezed, ripping the scarf from his neck and throwing it. It fluttered lightly until it landed and draped across Watson's shoulder. His companion glared at him, then turned back to the Time Lord.

As the detective began to speak, The Doctor realized the situation was more dire than he initially believed. If objects were randomly appearing in the houses and on the clothing of natives to this dimension, then this dimensionally nonsense was... contagious. What could have caused this? What could be the central force driving such insanity? It was bigger than either of them, and he was certain even the soldiers and magic wielding stranger son broomsticks could not solve this. He paced back and forth, scratching his head, a furrow on his brow, and a small morn-full thought about his poor TARDIS, now splashed with rainbows of colors. Then he stopped in front of the detective, a look of depression crossing his features.

"There is nothing we can do to stop this. I have looked at all my panels, explored every possibility... I even tried to use my sonic screwdriver to send one of the strangers back. All it did was make them change gender. Well, I think it was my fault that happened... Your Earth seems to have mutants running loose now, not sure if that is typical for you. I think all we can do is wait it out."

The detective looked puzzled, so The Doctor continued, motioning for the stranger to follow him to the panels.

"I have been tracking the progress of this chaos, and there appears to be an epicenter. It looks like we are coming up on it, and at exactly noon, we will see the worst this rift seems to have created. But then, based on my analysis, it should all pass away tomorrow. I don't know how... but this chaos appears to only last for one day."

"One day?" Sherlock repeated slowly. That did not make sense. Why would it only last one day? He ran the announcement through his mind, seeking the solution, trying to understand the implications, and then, he reached into his pocket, and pulled out his planner. Flipping through it, he finally found the date, and let out a slow 'aha' as the final clue fell into place.

"You're right, dear sir. It appears to be April 1st. Thank goodness. The world will return to normal in the morning." Slowly moving towards the door, he glanced outside, and watched a bright yellow stormtrooper wander past, trying to eat an ice cream cone with his helmet on. Meanwhile, the diva gargoyle was fighting with a lightsaber wielding pony (the pony appeared to be decorated by a giant green bow), and a herd of tiny yellow electrical rodents raced past, chased by white and red orb wielding strangers. A beam of red light exploded from one of the orbs, but missed and captured the green pony. The detective slowly shut the door, and pressed his back against it.

"If it's all the same to you, I think I will wait out the chaos in here."



[-----END!!!! Happy April Fools Day! -----]