Blondes, Boobs, and Babboons

After being given the under aged kangaroo, we were ushered out of Sabrae's TARDIS, as she claimed she had things to do, and had no wish to hang about with filthy animals (though I'm not entirely certain, by the tone of her voice, she was referring to the zoo.), and so we were back in my office with her TTC dematerializing and causing enough temporal wind to knock the toy dinosaurs off my desk. I looked down at the upturned fez containing the mini-marsupial in my hands, then to sapphire (who was grinning a bit of an amused grin which said "yes, I know it's wrong, and I know you're my Master, but this is bloody HYSTERICAL". Lestor, on the other hand, was barely paying, lost in the daydreaming of a new TARDIS, mostly to ignore the incessant pulling of his trouser leg by the overly excited Terran youth attempting to get a peak at the young kangaroo and siad youth's rapid-fire repetitions of "Mr. Magic Space Man! Mr. Magic Space Man! Mr. Magic Space Man!". To be fair, I think both Lestor and I may have been considering test-firing the antique staser rifle hanging on my wall using  Irwin as the target.

Still, we had a mission to accomplish, and, apparently, a paradox to create.

So, I set the time coordinates for the London Zoo in the Earth year 2015 and started off.

I have mentioned earlier that my TARDIS, sexy though it may be, had a bit of an...episode... upon my first interface with the telepathic circuits. Indeed, my somewhat unique thought patterns imprinted upon the Time Travel Capsule and appeared to have over-written a bit of her own programming, giving her a somewhat capricious nature and odd sense of fun. This sense of fun was often expressed via the use of the chameleon circuit.

It is for this reason, when we materialized, we did so in the form of a full grown baboon.

When a TTC creates, via the chameleon circuit, a form for its exterior, that form will utilize an exit which would appear inconspicuous in the object the TTC is disguised as. For example, an automobile for would have its exit in the door or boot, a grandfather clock through the pendulum door, etc.

In the case of a baboon, there are two possibilities. In the case of my delusional TARDIS, the inconspicuous exit chosen was out the bum.

I will save you the details of our transition through the real world interface in order to...be squeezed...out the exit and into, confusingly enough, the kangaroo enclosure. (As I said, my TARDIS has an odd sense of fun), but the need for a shower after was...urgent.

Once we were able to stand up, we looked about for a place to place the future Skippy which would be as unnoticed as possible. It was, oddly, not that difficult, when one considers that it is fairly simple to hide a kangaroo amoung other kangaroos, even if said first kangaroo refuses to get out of the fez it has grown to believe is its mother.

The difficult part, however, was when we heard the enclosure door opening.

Apparently, the night zookeeper, a young blonde woman in her mid twenties who can best be described as having a bust which can be used as a life-saving device in the event of a water landing, had spotted us materializing and was rather...shocked by the sudden appearance of a baboon in the kangaroo enclosure, followed by being nigh catatonic by the sudden...expulsion of three fully grown adults from said great ape, had finally come to her senses and was trying to accost us for questioning. We, of course, would have none of it.

The next few moments are a blur to me, but I will describe them as best as I can.

Myself, sapphire and Lestor bolted for my TARDIS. I arrived first, followed by sapphire. The two of us crammed ourselves into the baboon's...door, and managed to get to my primary console room (I do recall hearing the laughter of my TARDIS again at this point.

Lestor, who had fallen slightly behind, did manage to get to the TARDIS and was climbing in, while Irwin, whom we had strapped to a chair to prevent his interference, was squirming to escape.

When Lestor was just about into the console, I released the handbrake and hit the dematerialization circuit and we re-entered the time vortex, having made a clean get away...

Or so I thought.

Upon turning around, I noticed, clinging to Lestor's ankle, the blonde zookeeper, who had, it seems, in an effort to keep at least one of us from returning to the baboon's lower intestines (as far as she could tell), grabbed Lestor and been drug along into the TARDIS with him. She was now part of Killing Time, weather she wanted to be or not.