Fry began his solo hike through the dense jungle. Using a machete he hacked through the various plants. Some of them groaned as he slashed through them. (He is in the jungle; did you really think he wouldn't have the basic adventure tools?) He took a seat on a rock and took a swig from his canteen. He felt something wrap around his abdominal area, its grip growing tighter, soon to the point he couldn't breathe. A weird flower animal hybrid had clung to him! He frantically tried to chop it into pieces with his machete, but he couldn't, it was clung to him so tightly he would slice himself open like a cherry pie.
He attempted to make his way back to the Planet Express ship, maybe Leela and Bender knew what to do. His vision began to grow dark, the jungle around him disappeared.
He awoke and he was no longer on Dog Doo 7, but in old New York. He was in a house he didn't recognize, it was too clean for him to live there!
"Phil, is everything ok up there?" A familiar voice called.
No, No it couldn't be! Could it? Michelle? What the hell is going on here?
Fry stumbled down an oak stair way and into a foyer of a nice middle class home. Michelle was waiting for him at the front door in a lavender colored dress.
"Honey, what's wrong?" Michelle asked worriedly.
"Uh, nothing. Nothing at all. What's going on?" Fry asked nervously.
"Well we were going to see the Star Trek Reunion at the multiplex, but you seem kind of pale. Lets see it tomorrow, you need rest!" Michelle placed her hand over his forehead to check his temperature.
Her hands felt so polite and gentle to his sweaty forehead. But for some reason it didn't feel real, like an imagined feeling of touch.
"Phillip, are you stressed out about the mission to Mars?" Michelle asked, guiding him to the leather sofa in the living room.
"Mission to Mars? I was just there 2 days ago!" Fry exclaimed.
"You must have dreamt it dear. Your mission to be the first man on Mars isn't until next week. Your over excited that's all." Michelle patted his hand.
"So it was all a dream. A horrible dream." Fry said.
Michelle went to the kitchen to get him a glass of water. She returned and Fry smiled and took the cold liquid, which was causing the glass to condensate.
"Michelle, do you still love me?" Fry asked following with a sip.
"Why yes! I married you didn't I, Mr. Big time astronaut!" Michelle answered
"Astronaut? I never had the grades for that!" Fry exclaimed.
"Well how come you graduated valedictorian at Massachusetts Institute of Technology? And set records on every test administered by NASA?" She said stroking his red hair.
"Ha, ha, yeah I was joking." Fry tried to lie.
Michelle smiled and finished stroking his hair. She got up and took the now empty glass and headed back to the kitchen. "Would you like something else to drink? I think I'll start on dinner since it looks like we're staying in tonight."
"Sure, I'll take a Slurm!" Fry shouted.
"What the heck is a Slurm?" Michelle asked.
Damn, that must have been in my dream. That stuff was nectar of the Gods. Too bad it don't exist in reality. Maybe I can invent it though!
"Never mind, just a LeBrou!" He changed his selection.
After he was certain Michelle had gone into the kitchen he got up and looked out of the window of his beautiful home. There was a brand new Corvette parked in the driveway and a basketball hoop.
"What is going on here?" Fry asked to himself.
He heard Michelle's high heels click across the hardwood floor and turned around. Michelle's long brown hair bounced upon every step, he had forgotten how beautiful she was.
"Here you go. Is steak ok? Oh better, how about we order an anchovy pizza, your favorite!" She said pinching his cheeks.
Fry quickly chugged his beer. That helped, he could feel the brain cells die one by one. She took the glass and head back to the kitchen.
"My life is perfect!" Fry exclaimed. "Michelle loves me, I don't live in a closet, there isn't a lobster running around. Wahoo!"
"Did you say you wanted lobster for dinner, Phillip?" Michelle called from the kitchen.
"Not in this house! And no robots or Cyclops's either!" Fry yelled back.
Fry and his wife sat at the dining room table eating the anchovy pizza under candle light. Michelle had gone all out and even opened a bottle of wine. He watched the candle light reflect in her brown eyes.
"Oh Phil, I forgot, Yancy said hi, he is still working at Pannuci's Pizza." Michelle told him.
"Yancy, what a loser. Did I ever tell you how he copied me all the time as a kid?" Fry went on.
"Only every other 20 minutes. Why don't you two just make up, your brothers!" Michelle tossed down her slice of pizza.
"I am not going to hang out with some delivery boy. I was a loser, now I am a success!" Fry commented.
"Some success. You've changed. You disown your family, you won't even say hello to dear old Mr. Panucci at his restaurant." Michelle began to clean up her food and stormed into the kitchen.
Fry watched her but was distracted when he heard a dog barking in the back yard.
"Wait a minute! I know that bark, it's walking on sunshine! Seymour!" Fry howled with delight.
He ran into the large back yard with perfect green grass. Sure enough it was Seymour! He looked great; he was jumping up and down. Fry feel to his knees as the little dog ran to him, still barking to the tune of its favorite song.
"How are ya boy? I missed you so much!" Fry said hugging the little dog.
It was Seymour all right he still had the wet dog smell even though he was dry. "I'm never going to leave you again boy. I promise I will come back from now on. Please forgive me!"
The small dog gave a puzzled look at his master and ran and grabbed a tennis ball. Fry played fetch with his best friend for nearly an hour, until his arm was too tired to through the grimy tennis ball anymore.
A few hours later, Fry lay in bed with Michelle. Since this is rated for younger readers, they did the stuff adults do in bed. He lay relaxed why she dozed off. Life was indeed perfect.
