The Journeys of Ford

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Chapter 1: Futurama

Within the underground floor deep underneath the Mystery Shack, Stanford Pines sat quietly on his desk. With the only light coming from the desk lamp shining on a blank book soon to contain stories from years by.

'Been quite a while since I've worked on a journal.' Ford wrote, fantasizing about his adventures. 'Back in my days of dimensional and alternate universal travels, I remember that I once believed I needed to go it alone, (minus the time I hung out with Rick, but boy is that a different story), alone throughout all those years. Well ….. I wouldn't call it completely alone. I did have good bonds with people with my interests, like Professor Farnsworth, well not at first.'

Ford reached out and pulled some blueprints into the light. 'I remember it like it was yesterday ….. I really couldn't think of anything else to start my flashback?'

World: Earth of the Future

We Ford Pines within a futuristic city, one thousand years later to be precise. It wasn't an alternate version of his home universe, but that of its own. There were flying ships everywhere, clear tubes delivering people far and wide, advertisements of futuristic products, and many more.

In fact; Ford interacted with one such device of the future, but sadly things weren't looking bright for the genius.

"And then after realizing that the phone booth was actually a ….. I don't even know why it exists! I'd noticed my bag of equipment, that I 'own', had vanished. Did you see anyone taking it?"

Ford, about a few years younger, asked an old man in a lab coat as the two stood outside of the old man's building.

"Why; that is interesting." The old man adjusted his glasses while a certain robot was casually whistling in the background. "So what you're saying is that you're my new test dummy robot."

"Wait, what?!" Ford asked. "I am not a-"

"Doctor Zoidberg!" The old man called out. "I have something I found behind the fridge with your name on it, if you deliver my dummy to the loading dock."

Rushing out the door, some bazaar humanoid-crustacean abomination shrieked at Ford.

"Ah!" Ford cried out. Stepping away from the crustacean humanoid. "Back I say, back … where's my laser!?" Ford searched himself as a certain robot continued to casually whistle.

The crab called Zoidberg chased Ford into the red building called 'Planet Express'. "Weapon. Weapon. Weapon." Ford found himself in a living room, where he saw two people.

"Here, try this out for size." An orange-haired man handed Ford a white remote. "If you want to hurt somebody, don't wear the Zii strap."

As Ford examined the 'weapon', Zoidberg stumbled into the room. "I'm hungry and I need to take you so I can eat! So you're sort of like money now!"

Ford tried his best to use the weapon, but only managed to change things on the T.V. "Stupid remote!" Then it slipped out of his hand and landed right in Zoidberg's mouth.

"Mmmm. Mmmmm!"

"Hey-HEY! Spit it out! Spit. It. Out!" The orange-haired man tried to take the remote out as the lobster thing wrestled for it.

"Here we go again." A purple haired woman spoke up. "I'm Captain Leela, can we help you, sir?"

If it wasn't for the starved monster suddenly attacking him and for all he'd seen through his travels, he would have been shocked to see a cyclops talking to him.

"I was missing my things and this man ordered his pet to attack me!"

"Good news everyone!" The said old man came in. "We have our test robot ready to demolish ….. Who the heck are you?" the old man asked Ford.

"That will be Professor Farnsworth." The woman spoke. "He's the owner of Planet Express."

"And I'm his nephew, Phillips J. Fry." The orange-haired and very much younger man answered.

"I'm leaving." Ford turned around, but then an asian woman in a pink sweatsuit showed up with a box.

"Professor, you got a package."

"Ooooooh. That must be my electro-field generator I plan to bribe people with." Farnsworth said delightfully.

"An electro-field generator?" Ford thought to himself. "That's just what I need. Looks like I'll have to play the guinea pig, and survive that." Ford looked at Zoidberg, who is acting more human-ish now. "So what job do you have in mind in exchange for that?"

"Already I have a psychotic moron, I mean a volunteer." the Professor smiled. "It involves a delivery to Planet Blotin 19-1-4."

"Planet Blotin 19-1-4?!" Then a certain robot walked in. "Fry, we have to go there. It's hilarious!"

"I'm in!" Fry said.

"We'll deliver it, immediately." Leela said.

"Space travel? Haven't done that in a while." Ford smiled. "What do I need to do?"

"It's simple, really." The Professor played with his fingers. "I just need you to open the box for him. He's very old. Also sign this without reading."

Ford raised an eyebrow from the bizarre mission and the sheet of paper, though it wasn't the strangest thing he saw all day. "Very well, but is he going?" Ford pointed to Dr. Zoidberg.

"I have you know that I'm the doctor of the ship, young lady!"

"Good to know." Ford sighs. "Alright, I'm ready."

The crew, along with Ford, boarded the ship as the Professor waved. "Goodbye, and complete the mission … FOOOOOOL!" He began to laugh maniacally.

(I wasn't there to hear that part, but I'm sure he said it.)

Ford watched the outside at the sight of space. As being a dimensional traveler, Ford considered space travel a step back, but he was still amazed by the vast universe. It reminds him of his first space travel involving two alien invaders who weren't very good at their jobs, but he barely remembered their names anyway. Unlike the one alien named Zim and his robot who seemed more a threat to himself and anyone standing ten feet away.

"Seriously, who were those aliens again?" Ford pondered. "I want to say Ni and Ck-toons. Or was that a location?"

"BLAAAAAAH!" The robot named Bender tried to scare the distracted Ford, but Ford instantly grabbed onto Bender's arm and thrust him to the ground.

"What the heck?!" Bender's head turned around. "I thought you were the loser geek guy, not the badbutt action hero one. You're boring!"

(Just for the record, I've censored this robot's language to keep this journal family friendly. Though the only ones who'll read this will be close friends and family, but I'll continue to do it for Mabel. Hopefully Stanley doesn't write all over this.)

"But you almost got him good!" Fry laughed. "So Ford, are you some kind of grumpy garbage man?"

"Grumpy garbage man?" Ford laughed. "I am a scientist, studying the paranormal."

"The paranormal?" Fry smiled. "Did you find a ghost yet? They haven't been seen in years or whatever my nephew said."

"Well I-"

"Fry, stop pestering the obvious deadbeat." Leela called out. "Besides, we're almost there."

Ford looked out to see Planet Blotin 19-1-4, with an atmosphere with swirls of black and white. "How interesting. What is the civilization like on this planet?" Ford asked Leela.

"According to the Professor, it was once an entire amusement park based off some ancient works of arts, until the genetically modified lifeforms revolted from their dictatorship owners and established their own peaceful independence."

"That sounds boring." Fry said. "I thought you said it was fun, Bender."

"Wait till we land." Bender lounged on a chair. "Wait and see."

Ford had no idea what this planet was like. But the premise of it sounds so interesting. "Lifeforms created for the sole purpose of an amusement park, with no threat of customers being eaten. This is going to be amazing."

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"An early 1900's black and white cartoon planet?!" Ford shouted to see the planet that looks like it came straight from an old cartoon. Pretty much everything about it was alive, the trees, the clouds, buildings, nearly everything was alive.

"How is this scientifically possible!?" Ford picked up a handful of dirt and even every little bit was alive. "And will they ever stop singing?"

"Nope!" Bender said happily. "So what do you think, Fry?"

"This is so cool!" Fry grinned.

"And do you know what the best part is?" Bender rubbed his hands. "They allow free tea!"

(Again, censorship. Tea can be consumed for children too.)

Fry jaw dropped. "This is the best day of my life! Wait, is the tea alive too?" A joyful goat then handed Fry a cup of tea, and yes the liquid itself is alive. "Yes! Just like that one planet we went to!"

Ford just watched in horror as Fry just consumed the sentient liquid without question or remorse.

"I'm near Rick's home universes, am I?"

"Nope, you're on a one way ticket to party!" Bender handed him a cup of tea. "Now chug chug chug!"

But Ford refused. "I am sorry, but I will not partake in any of this."

"Oh Booooo!" shouted Bender.

"You refuse tea and you call yourself a man. Shame on you!" Fry said as he started to drink down all the living tea.

"Well at least you're mature." Leela said. "Come on, the place is over here."

Leela and Ford walked up to a bouncy house and rang the doorbell, which itself was alive. "Hey, mister! Get out here! Get out here!" shouted the doorbell.

"I'm going to have a migraine after all this." Ford felt his head as someone opened the door.

"Well howdy. Names Beavis the Beaver." A happy go lucky beaver greeted them. "What brings you to this place?"

"I'm Captain Leela from Planet Express." Leela smiled as Ford handed the beaver the box. "Just here delivering your package."

"My package?" the beaver scratched his head like a stupid cartoon character. "I don't recall ordering anything."

Leela and Ford looked at each other. "Are you sure?" Leela looked at the label. "You're Beavis Beaver, correct?"

"Yep, that's me!" He pointed to himself with as much charismatic as a mascot at a theme park, well the character itself, not the real person with a low paycheck. "Who's it from?"

Ford looked at the label. "From a …. I'm going to butcher this name." He handed the beaver the label. "Well Beavis the Beaver, I was told to open it for you so that-"

"Beavis the Beaver?" Then Bender, along with Fry, walked in. "Your name sounds like-"

(I am sorry for all the older readers who know where this will go. I mean really, this is something Stanley would write. Hope Soos's grandmother won't let him sell Stan's comics. But with my brother, life finds a way. Which is a good example for what to come next.)

"You …. You…." Then the cartoonish beaver started foaming at the mouth like a mad dog. "You made a joke without making it less obvious. You shall perish in the name of our God, Oscar the Rodent!"

Then everything alive, which included just everything in-site, all started foaming at the mouth as they slowly approached the group like zombies.

"Well at least they're a lot less quiet now!" Ford shouted, looking for a clearing. "Come on, this way!"

"Why sure thing … Folder!" Fry laughed, and then started hiccupping.

"I'm sorry you need to be near him during your shifts." Ford said as he and Leela grabbed the two and ran off.

"Actually he's my boyfriend, and yes I do enjoy being near him." Leela said, though not in a judgmental way.

"W-What?!" Ford shouted. "This loser managed to get a girlfriend like you!" Then Leela kicked a pig and used a giraffe person as a sword. "Seriously, you!? Even my own brother can at least start a shady business by himself!"

"Trust me, I don't blame you for asking questions, but we need to go!" Leela led them to the ship, but it was surrounded by more zombified cartoon characters. "This isn't good!"

Ford looked through his pockets. "Where did I put my laser? I had it right before I used that booth."

Then Bender's door opened up and out came plenty of stuff, including Ford's laser.

"My laser! ….. And all my equipment! You robbed me!"

"Fool you twice!" Bender laughed.

Ford felt conflicted to risk his life and attack Bender or save everyone. He chose the latter and grabbed the laser. "Now die you miserable zombies!"

But before Ford could fire, he felt a light rain coming. "What the-" One character held his hand out. When a single drop landed, it was like acid to the abomination. "Ahhhhh!"

Leela and Ford just stare in shock as everything starts to melt as the rain grows. Even the clouds, plants, and the ground beneath them wasn't spared by the force of nature.

"But this is just water ….. Wait." Ford examined the mud. "This is ink. It's all ink!" Ford looked around. "But this couldn't be the last time it rained here. Otherwise they would have all been defeated."

"Well it would make sense this planet was once barren." Leela said as she opened the ship. "But water can't just …. Wait a minute…." After she placed Fry inside, she looked ahead to see clouds forming close. "I think I know what was in that box."

Near where the ship stands, a large blob of ink fell to the ground.

"The ink clouds will smother us. We need to leave now!" They all retreated to the ship and Leela blast off, dodging all the ink blots and making their way out of the atmosphere of the now doomed planet.

Much later, the crew returned to Planet Express. "Welcome back, I hope you all enjoyed ….. What are you still doing here?!" shouted the Professor as he pointed at the irritated Ford. "You were supposed to be framed for activating that weather machine. Now I have to legally give this to you!" Farnsworth showed Ford the Electro-Field Generator. "And I have to lie to the cops that the old owner of that theme park planet held me hostage and forced me to perform a mass extinction."

"Wh-What?!" Ford shouted with great fury. "I caused the death of countless lives!?"

"They were all ink-based lifeforms!" shouted the Professor in defense. "It wasn't illegal or anything."

"W-Wasn't illegal? But you just ….. Rrrrrrr!" Ford nearly wanted to pull his hair. "I hope I die before my mind goes!"

"My mind may be gone, but at least I still have my mind." Professor Farnsworth tapped his head. "That's how I was able to build my What If Machine."

"What was that?" asked Leela tending to Fry, but then Bender burped on something important that caught on fire. "Oh nevermind!"

Ford raised an eyebrow with interest. "What If Machine?"

Farnsworth looked around for any listeners. "Well since you've seen too much I might as well show you."

And that was the start of Ford finally calming down and actually getting along with the mad scientist. The What If Machine was a huge inspiration to him. After sharing information on his own discoveries, the Professor was happily willing to share his secrets as well.

They spent the night sharing stories, discussing scientific research, and even talked about their family.

"Stanford, it's been fun having another genius like you around. Unlike everyone else I hired." Farnsworth smiled. "Sorry for treating you as a scapegoat."

"Trust me, I've seen worse." Ford smiled as he adjusted his Dimensional Translator. "But the Electro-Field Generator and your other gifts were very beneficial to my Quantum Destabilizer."

"And thank you for allowing me to examine your Dimensional Translator. This could be interesting." Farnsworth smiled. "It's a shame you can't stay long."

"I know, I think your police force is on to me." Ford said with this bag tucked under his arm.

"Bite my metal butt you hypocrite!" shouted Bender from another room.

The two scientific friends waved goodbye and Ford teleported out of the dimension.

"I'm going to deeply miss him … wait, where am I?"

'I'm pretty positive he said that afterwards'. Ford continued to write. "I've made quite a few friends, but making contact with people and not causing trouble was a rarity back then. Though I say hanging out with my brother is more dangerous." Ford chuckled. 'With my new findings and building my very own 'What If Machine;, I can't wait to reveal it with everyone. Soos, his grandmother, Soos's girlfriend (Seriously, are Stanley and I cursed?), Wendy Corduroy, and my brother."

Stanford looked over what he wrote so far and smiled. "I think I'll continue these journals so everyone can read about my travels after I'm long dead. Just need to keep these quiet in case someone tracks me down like the Keybearers, the Magic High Commission, The Empire with that black-armored wizard wielding a laser sword (I wish I could have stay there longer), The Councils of Rick, The Great Diamond Authority, or any other enemy of mine. So my two main options right now are my brother and Dipper. They will both be amazed when I share these stories. Stanley would be so proud."

Ford Pines closed the book, revealing a new journal, #5.

"I really need to find journal #4. It's as if someone took it."

End of Chapter

A/N: I've written this around three years ago and never gotten around to posting it for 'Until Next Summer' but I think it would be best if I keep this separate. I'm also thinking of doing the same with Soos's stories.

Also to those following Until Next Summer, I actually want to have a few chapters posted, but the future of the series doesn't look too bright. No I don't mean with drama, I mean cancellation.