Dr. Whooves was heading out from a café when he

“There he is, go tell him!” Twilight hissed, peeking through the leaves.

“I built the darn boxes, why the hay do I have to tell him?” Applejack asked softly. “Rainbow Dash should do it. This was her idea.”

“What? But I moved all the clouds already!” Rainbow Dash said. “Rarity should go, she’s better at… this kind of stuff.”

“Wha’s that supposed to mean?” Rarity asked in a stern voice, raising an eyebrow.

“Ooh oh! Me! I’ll do it!” Pinkie Pie whispered as the leaves of the bush parted. Dr Whooves looked down at four ponies with a puzzled expression.

“Can I help you mare with anything?” he asked. “Wait… why are you… dressed like that?”

Twilight nudged Applejack, who nudged Rainbow Dash, who gently kicked Rarity, who glared back as Pinkie Pie sprang up and shouted, “It’s winter, silly!”

Dr. Whooves blinked and looked around. The birds were still out, the sun was shining down rather warmly, and there wasn’t a cloud in the sky. He gave a hearty, oddly high-pitched chuckle as the five ponies looked at him quizzically. “Winter? No no no, I’m afraid you’re quite mistaken. Winter was six months ago; it’s the middle of summer now..” He walked away, scoffing a little. “Winter.”

“And the bait has been set,” Pinkie Pie smiled sinisterly, placing a moustache on her lip and rubbing her hooves together.

Dr. Whooves strolled down the road towards his home, chuckling to himself. “Winter,” he laughed. Then he turned the corner to the street he lived on, finding it covered in snow.

“Oh dear…” he said, slowly realizing what had happened. “Oh dear…” His puzzled expression turned to a look of resolve as he galloped away towards the town hall. Pinkie Pie popped out of a trash can.

“Clear! Let’s get to work, ponies! Move it!” she shouted as Rainbow Dash and Applejack got to work.

“Where’d she go?” he muttered, looking around. “Excuse me, miss?” he tapped a sunbathing mare on the shoulder. “Do you happen to know… wait. Why are you sunbathing in the winter?”

“It’s not winter,” she replied, puzzled, and pointed at the sky. Indeed, the sun was shining back down on full force.

“What?” he asked, looking around. “But I could’ve sworn…” he shrugged and laughed nervously. “The sun must be getting to my head. You wouldn’t happen to have seen a blue police box around anywhere, would you?”

“Oh so you’re the one behind those. Yeah they’re everywhere,” the pony said. “I think the closest one’s just around the corner. Could you move now? You’re blocking my sun.”

Dr. Whooves scratched his head. “Everywhere? Could it be somepony’s using her without my knowledge?” he walked slowly back towards his home and turned the corner, to find the streets covered in red and brown leaves. A familiar-looking blue corner was sticking out of a rather large leaf pile.

“Found you, girl!” Dr. Whooves said. “And not a moment too soon! It appears that time is advancing to the point where it’s spiraling out of control.” He ran towards the police box, shoved some leaves out of the way, and went inside.

“State your emergency,” a cool-sounding mare’s voice rang out from the phone. Dr. Whooves blinked.

“Umm…” he said. This was definitely not the TARDIS. “I… gotta go!” he left the police box and examined it from the outside. It seemed that it was very recently brought into use.

A smiling pink earth pony bounced by. “Hi there mister, happy spring!” Hidden behind the fake TARDIS, Twilight concentrated on her horn and silently fired a spell at the trees.

Dr. Whooves’ jaw dropped as new green leaves sprouted before his eyes and flowers bloomed from the ground. “Oh dear oh dear oh dear…” he shouted, running down the street, passing by a group of fillies in scuba gear.

“TARDIS? TARDIS?” he asked frantically, looking around the corner and spotting another blue box. “C’mon, girl, where are you?” He threw open the door, finding himself face to face with another phone.

“Please state the nature of your…” the phone said before he slammed it shut. His eyes bugged out of their sockets as the group of four ponies in the bush walked by backwards, cheerfully engaged in backwards conversation.

“CURSE YOU DALLEEEEEEKKSS!” he shouted, running down the street.

“Do you think we went too far?” Rarity asked, stopping her backwards walk.

“No way! This will help us win for sure!” Rainbow Dash said.

“I reckon those police booths were worth all the plywood, paint, and time it took to make them,” Applejack said proudly.

“Speaking of police booths… which one was his?” Twilight asked as the other ponies shrugged.  

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