“Harris, what are you doing?”
“Oh, hey Mr. Snyder,” Xander said as he placed the cardboard box down. “Just getting ready for tonight.”
“You need a fake phone booth for tonight?” The principal glared at the blue-painted cardboard. “And what exactly is a ‘police public call box’?”
“It’s from a British tv show,” Xander told him. “It’s a big piece of their culture, making this little prop something I’m going to give to the sociology class tomorrow.” Patting it affectionately, Xander said, “This is a TARDIS.”
“A what? Wait a minute,” the glare got meaner, “how would you know about a British tv show?”
“They use to show reruns on the public broadcasting channel,” came the explanation. “I use to watch it. They even did a tv movie about a year go.” Xander smiled at him. “That’s who I’m going to be, so I need a TARDIS.”
“You’re going to be who?”
“The Doctor.”
“Doctor who?”
“Exactly!” Giving the principal a thumbs up, he said, “Glad you know who I’m talking about!”