One 3-D knitter. Check.
Five boxes of freeze-dried taquitos. Check.
Oh, sweet! They've got carne asada!
You want one? No, dude.
If Benson catches us taking a snack break
instead of doing inventory, he's gonna flip his lid.
Now, come on. What's next?
Fine. One, uh, uh...
What the heck is this thing?
I don't know. Hmm. Hm-Hm-Hm!
Rigby! Are you okay?!
Rigby? Oh, no. Oh, no.
Oh, Rigby!
Dude! [ Screams ]
Don't do that!
Wait, how'd you get all the way over there?
I don't know.
I was over here, and there was this flash of light,
and then I was over there...
in that other pod.
Dude, do you realize what this is?!
Teleporter!
[ Cheering ]
Hwah!
Aagh! Yeah!
[ Laughing ]
Hwah!
[ Laughing ] [ Grunts ]
[ Laughing ]
Okay. Okay. Oh, watch this! No, it's my turn!
Dude, this'll just take a sec!
No! Aagh, Rigby!
Will you chill, man?! Geez!
No! I want to go!
Dude, I don't think we're supposed to go through together.
What are you talking about? I don't know.
What if we got messed up or something? Whatever, man, we're fine.
Still, I just don't think it's a good -- aagh!
What? Dude, your butt!
Aw, what?! I got your butt!
Oh, great! Now I'm the one-cheek wonder.
I don't want your messed up butt.
Don't make fun of my butt. Yeah, whatever.
What are we gonna do about this?! I don't know.
Maybe if we go through again, we'll change back? Good idea.
Man, how do you walk around with this thing?
It's all lopsided. You're lopsided!
What is going on in here!? Look at this mess!
I knew I couldn't trust you guys with inventory.
No, Benson, we're almost done!
No. You are done. And what is this?
What is what? I don't know what you're talking about.
Yeah, Benson, it's a free country.
Whatever.
Just go outside and rake the leaves.
Aw, come on! Just give us five minutes!
No, now! Move it!
[ Sighs ]
Of all the idiotic things I gotta deal with today.
Aw, man! He locked the door.
Dude, we gotta get Benson's keys so we can get back in there.
Man: We all know ghosts are totally real...
Oooh! Agh! Carlos, get help!
...and they're coming for you on Earth!
But what about in space?!
We'll find out -- on tonight's episode
of "Ghosts Are Totally Real and They're Coming for You!"
[ Scoffs ] Bunch of bologna.
Oh! Not you, Sammy!
You're beautiful.
[ Volume increases ]
Hey, what do you think he's watching?
Dude, we're doing a thing right now!
Get your head in the game. Sheesh. Sorry.
Those ghosts just look totally real
and, like, they're coming for that guy!
It looks good! We should ask him to tape it.
Dude. [ Groans ]
You see the keys to the Dome-itory anywhere?
Hmm. Oh, yeah, there they are!
They're sitting right next to him!
Aw! You gotta be kidding me!
We're never getting those keys.
Benson probably sleeps with those things!
Ow!
[ Sighs ] It's hopeless.
I guess we should start getting used to these new butts.
Welp, I gotta use it.
Ew! No, dude!
We're getting those keys, and I'm getting my butt back!
Hola, bros. What's going-- [ Shrieks ]
Why are your-- [ Muffled shouting ]
Shh!
Hmm.
I think he's gone.
Bros, what happened to your butts?!
We were taking inventory in the Dome-itory,
and we found these teleporters, but we accidentally --
Oh! Say no more!
I'm a licensed teleportation technician!
What?! No, you're not!
Yeah, bro!
It was part of my Space Tree training!
You have to calibrate the machine
when you're teleporting more than one sentient life form!
Uh, no doy!
Well, it doesn't matter if we can't get those keys!
Well, you guys better hurry.
The genetic mutation is only gonna continue
until you completely transform into each other.
That's not gonna happen to us, is it?
No, dude.
That's the kind of stuff that happens in dumb movies!
This is real life!
Those kind of things don't happen in real life!
What?!
[ Screams ] [ Screams ]
[ All screaming ]
We gotta get those keys.
Man: They feed off the fear
of the unfortunate space-fairing souls
who cross their paths.
That's -- what the?! Hey!
[ Screams ] [ Loud crash ]
Aw, come on -- seriously?!
Hello? Is someone there?
Oof! [ Grunting ]
Hey!
Space-ghosts aren't real. Space-ghosts aren't real.
I got the keys. Let's roll!
Okay, let's get this over with already!
Muscle Man better be right about this.
[ Screaming ]
Hey, I think it worked! Uh...
No, no, no, no, no, no! Dude! Now it's even worse!
I don't know, man. I'm kind of into it.
I'm finally as tall as my brother.
Eat it, Don, where ever you are!
No, what?! This is terrible! Look at me, dude!
I'm a short, tiny freak!
Oh, so that's what you think of me?!
Aw, come on! That's not what I meant!
Oh, I knew what you meant!
You don't like being in my shoes!
I just want to be me again! It's not fair!
[ Sighs ] You're right, it's not fair.
We should play punchies for it.
Huh?
[ Groans ]
I guess we'll stay like this, then.
[ Groans ] Rigby, no!
Come back, Rigby!
[ Laughing ]
Yeah!
[ Growls ]
[ Grunts ] Stupid stubby legs!
Hey, Fives, should I throw these astronaut diapers
in with the raw sewage?
Yeah! Anything that has moisture. [ Grunts ]
Hi Five: And now, through the magic of reverse osmosis,
you'd never know this used to be waste water!
[ Gulping ] [ Laughing ]
Did you see that?!
Was there something in the water?
I might need to replace the filter.
[ Growling ]
[ Laughing ]
[ Growls ]
Oof! Huh?
Where did I put my keys?! [ Sighs ]
Let's see, I was watching TV...
Did they fall into the couch?
Okay, fun's over, Rigby. Let's go back to the teleporter.
No way, man! This is great! Come on, dude.
I don't want to be stuck in your weak little body!
Me, neither! [ Grunting ]
Go back! Never!
Muscle Man: Unbelievable! Ugh!
I can't even count how many protocols
in the teleporter code of ethics you two are breaking right now.
We need to get you guys switched back, stat!
Dude, I know. Try telling Rigby that.
No way, man! This is the new me.
I'm never losing at punchies again.
No, bro, this is not natural.
You see, when I became a licensed teleporter technician,
I took a sacred oath.
And right now, you're making a mockery
of everything I stand for!
[ Growls ]
[ Grunting ]
Mordecai, get his legs!
No, no!
[ Groaning ] Let me go!
Shut it, Rigby! Muscle Man, how's it going?
Almost got it.
Okay, baby, talk to me.
Let's make this right.
[ Grunting ] Dude, will you knock it off!?
[ Gasps ] Muscle Man!
Rigby, chill!
[ Grunting ]
Shove him into the teleporter!
Step back!
[ Slowed ] Huh? No, bro!
[ Coughing ]
Aw, yeah! Whoo-hoo! It worked!
Hey, Rigby, stop pouting and get out here!
[ Groaning loudly ]
What the...?!
[ Dramatic music plays ]
[ Roars ]
[ Screams ] Oh, no, bro!
[ Grunts ]
Play punchies?
Dude, no! Eh?
[ Laughing ]
Ooh!
Muscle Man: [ Groans ]
Muscle Man, are you okay?! Yeah.
Dude, what the heck happened to Rigby?
I didn't calibrate the machine for three people, bro.
Him pulling me in there threw everything off.
We gotta catch him and switch him back before he gets worse.
But we're gonna need some bait.
Mm-hmm.
I think I've got an idea.
It's better this way! We're strong now!
No, what?! No! We're perfect!
Shh!
[ Grunts ]
[ Roars ]
Huh? [ Growls ]
Get back here!
[ Panting ]
[ Grunting ]
Hey, Eileen, what do you think of my new ripped bod?
[ Screams ]
Yeah, she loves it.
[ Grunts ]
[ Roars ]
**
Huh?
[ Laughs ]
[ Grunts ]
[ Glass shatters ]
Whoa!
[ Grunts ]
I got you, bro! What the heck, Rigby?!
You know how long it took us to make that trap?
Not cool, dude.
I might've gotten a little carried away. Ya think?
Come help us put these teleporters back
before Benson notices they're gone.
[ Sighs ] Yeah, I'll be right there.
[ Exhales ]
I can do this!
[ Growls ]
[ Grunting ]
Oof!
[ Groans ]
**
[ Rigby snoring ]
Rigby! [ Screams ]
We're rocketing through space at warp speed,
and you're asleep at the controls?!
It's on autopilot!
That means I don't have to push any buttons!
And, believe me, I tried to push a lot of different buttons.
Eileen, how close are we to the rendezvous point?
We should be coming out of warp right about...
[ Beep ] Now!
It's just empty space.
Maybe Buttons McGee over here
sent us to the wrong coordinates.
Wow, Skips, that's a really insightful name for Rigby.
Thanks.
I been reading some books.
Wait, what's that?
Computer: Alpha Dome found.
Piloted by Mary Stone, John Murrow...
Alpha Dome?
It's the first dome sent into space.
Yeah, I know. Then why were you asking?
I wasn't asking. I was just surprised.
It sounded like you were asking.
I wasn't asking!
...Steve Mikulski.
Dome status -- unknown.
Hail them.
Now hailing.
[ Ringing ]
They're not answering. [ Answering machine clicks ]
Recorded voice: At the tone, please record your message.
[ Beep ] Hang up, hang up, hang up!
[ Sighs ] Rawls' coordinates brought us here.
There must be something important in that dome.
Skips, take Mordecai and Rigby and check it out.
But be careful -- we gotta be on the lookout
for anyone trying to get to Pops.
Starting dome docking procedure.
Careful!
Whatever stopped the dome
could be waiting to stop us, too.
[ Rustling ] [ Screams ]
[ Whimpers ]
[ Clucking ] All: Huh?!
[ All gasp ]
Mordecai and Rigby: Whoa!
Skips: Interesting.
Or "Whoa." I don't know.
[ Gasps ]
Visitors!
Visitors, everyone!
[ Excited chatter ]
I think that's Captain Mary Stone.
Good morrow, gentlemen.
We don't get many visitors.
From where have you come?
Oh, from that other dome right there.
Do you have something for us
or do you know why our computer brought us here?
Computer?
Is that the name of your horse?
Oh, what a lovely name for a horse!
Eh...would you mind telling us what year it is?
Why, it's the year of our Silas, 1690.
All: 1690?!
Huddle up, boys.
Something's wrong here.
These people are stuck in the past.
Why can't we just tell them it's the future?
The truth could send them into total shock!
But Rawls must have sent us to Alpha Dome for something.
Follow my lead.
[ Clears throat ] Excuse me, madam.
Wouldst thou know where to find
the leader of this good township?
Why, you're speaking of our town father,
Silas the Wise.
Praise Silas!
Together: Praise Silas!
Somebody praising my name?
Together: Silas!
He-e-y!
Did I carry you well, Silas?
What was that? Did my carriage speaketh?
I don't want to have to get a new carriage!
No, Silas! Your carriage spoke not!
Your carriage shall carry you until its wheels fall off
from its crippling calcium deposits.
Good.
Boy, feed the carriage.
Ooh! My buckle and hat!
Who are these newcomers?
They came here on a horse named Computer.
Computer?
[ Chuckling ] My!
W-What a wonderful name for a horse!
Good sir, are you not the Steve Mikulski
from the crew photo?
Pho...to?
Ha! What a hilarious word, with so many sounds!
Mary, these people are quite funny.
Excellent discovery.
Have some hay.
Ugh! Couldst thou just take us to your control room --
Silas! Silas!
Steffen has accidentally buckled his shoe to his hat again!
[ Sighs ] These simple creatures.
Silas' work is never done.
While you're busy with this, would you --
or...thine -- mind if we take a look around?
[ Chuckles ] Of course not!
Consider thyselves the honored guests
of Silas the Wise.
Hmm.
**
All: Whoa!
Mordecai: The Alpha Dome bridge!
This place is a pigsty!
Intruder alert! Intruder alert!
[ All scream ]
[ All grunt ]
[ Grunts ]
Man, what is up with this place?!
That computer's gotta know why were here.
This is Steve Mikulski, journal entry 4-6-2-7.
It's Day 1 after The Incident.
We had just warped in to our coordinates.
[ All gasp ] What's going on?!
It's a time anomaly! It's sucking us in!
Redirect power to stabilizers!
Redirecting!
Hold her steady, Steven. [ Exhales nervously ]
Calculating an 80% chance of getting ripped apart.
90%. 95%.
I don't know about you guys,
but I'm ready to die right here with the ship!
Things were looking grim.
[ Rapid beeping ]
Auxiliary engines now, Steven!
Steven?!
So...I heroically sprinted to the timeproof shed.
[ Panting ]
[ Breathing shakily ]
When I got out of the shed, nothing had happened to me,
but everybody else had regressed to Pilgrim times!
Good morrow! Good day to you!
Horse and buggy. Buckle and hat!
Even Captain Stone remembered nothing.
Good morrow, sir.
What be your given name, sir?
Uh...
Silas.
Silas the Wise.
Day 2.
I think I'm the smartest person on the ship or something.
[ Music plays ]
[ All scream ]
[ Click ] [ All scream ]
[ Yelling ]
That's right -- bow in fear!
I am the great Silas -- Silas the all-powerful!
[ Laughing evilly ]
What the...?!
Benson, Alpha Dome went through a time vortex,
and the crew regressed to Pilgrims.
Ugh! How are we gonna get the info we need from them?
We've got to figure out a way to turn Alpha Dome back to normal.
Can you guys send me the coordinates of the time anomaly?
Uh, yeah. Stand by.
It's not far from here.
If we push them the other way through the vortex,
it shoul reverse the time effects
and bring Alpha Dome back to present day.
Okay. Eileen, plot the course.
Muscle Man, you've got the helm.
You guys -- get out of Alpha Dome.
Together: Right! Not so fast!
I've had enough of your snooping around!
Look, the jig is up, Steve.
No! Never!
[ Grunts ]
[ Growls ] We'll find him.
There's nowhere to hide.
You won't get away with this.
I can do whatever I want.
Let's deal with them the 1690s way.
[ Cheering ] Aw, yeah!
Pilgrim-witch-trial style!
They are doubters of the word of Silas.
These outsiders dabble in the suuuuupernatural!
[ All gasp ]
Look what I found amongst their belongings!
Dude! Why'd you bring that?!
I don't know. I thought if we had downtime...
By pressing this witch artifact, this little man jumps!
[ All gasp ] Wait a minute.
Wallace Marco here, proprietor of the dirt farm.
Quick question, my Silas.
Like, what makes that witchery evil
and the witchery you use to rule us good?
I mean, it's confusing, right?
Witch! Wallace is a witch!
No, I -- [ All chanting "Witch!" ]
Where is the final unbeliever? Show yourself!
[ Growls ] Benson: Skips! Skips, come in!
Where are we in saving Mordecai and Rigby?
Working on it!
Okay. We're gonna move the domes into position.
Begin maneuvers. Eileen: Got it.
[ Yelling ] Now, with a flash of my future laser,
I signal the execution of these --
[ Crash ] [ Screams ]
Wait, what?!
My! The heavens are shaking!
These are witch tremors!
It's a sign! They are witches!
[ Yelling ]
Yeah, you're right!
[ Weapon charging ]
Huh?!
Quit trying to laser my friends!
[ Screaming ]
Both: Skips!
To the escape pod!
[ Growls ]
All right, when we get close enough, we've got to break away.
Careful -- If we don't do it just right,
we'll go forward in time, too.
I'm not ready for my future yet.
Ha! [ All scream ]
[ All grunt ]
You just had to meddle in my affairs!
But joke's on you!
If you push us back through the vortex,
I'll just get smarter!
[ Growls ] He's right!
Wait, is he right?
Now, say hello to the smartest man in the dome.
And then say goodbye.
[ Laughing evilly ]
Hold.
[ Beeping ]
Point of no return imminent!
[ Beeping quickens ]
Disengage!
[ Laughing evilly ]
[ Growls ]
Aah! No, no! Stop!
[ All screaming ]
[ All coughing ]
No!
No, no! Wait!
I need to be out there!
No! I'm too late!
Together: Steve, you've been a jerk.
Mary?! What happened to you?
Due to vortical flux, we're now super-advanced energy beings
from the year 3300 -- give or take.
Thank you for putting Steve in his place.
We're gonna keep him as a pet from the early 21st century.
Here, eat this hay.
[ Gags ]
I'm glad things are back to normal...ish.
But we still don't know why we were brought here.
Oh! We were instructed by Rawls to give you this map.
Aw, man! Another set of coordinates?
Why didn't Rawls just give these to us in the first place?
We needed to hide your path.
**
[ Both laughing ]