"FWLS19" - читать интересную книгу автора (A Future We'd Like to See)

"But dude, we need it for our project!"

"I'm sure you boys can find some other wonder of the galaxy
to use. I hear these two here are working on a new drug, or
something. Now, if you'll excuse me, I've got to find the object
before--"

BAMF! BAMF! A large number of small saplings to the left
of the hut flattened themselves and a large silver land rover
crusted in ice rolled up. The door popped open upwards, oddly
enough, and a white haired human stepped out.

"Great scott!" he exclaimed. "Not you three!"

"The other doc dude!" the second teen greeted.

"I say, the gang IS all here," the original Doctor grumbled.

"Heya, Doc Two," ANOTHER teenager said, climbing out of the
land rover. "Object, right? We came to make sure you got it, or
else my son's nephew is going to the electric chair for stealing
it from my past self."

"I thought you knocked it off of the museum shelf in 1988
and then those odd chaps who were looking for a disc of some kind
on Rigel took it," the Doctor said.

"Excellent," one of the two phone youths commented, as they
broke into simultaneous air guitar.

"Whoa. STOP THE MUSIC," I waved, halting all conversation.
"What are all of you doing in my trip?"

"This is a really weird one, I gotta admit," Zephyr said.

With an odd little POP effect, a tall guy in weird clothing
and a dumpy kid with an afro appeared out of nowhere, like a bad
editing cut.

"Where are we now, Mr. Fogg?" the kid asked. The man
frowned and popped open a small pocket watch.

"Red light, history's in trouble," he replied.

"Will you two please leave?" the Doctor said. "I have the
situation well in hand, actually. No need for all of us to do
this."

A large black rectangle slid up from the ground with a FWOOM
noise, and four dwarves toppled out of it, with bags of gold