Sonic and Bubsy share the backseat aboard the Petercopter. The dense, ventilation-free interior reeks of ass, and every seat is stained with butt grease. Sonic holds his nose tight in an aimless attempt to shield his fleeing sanity from the atmosphere. It's no use. Bubsy caresses his shoulder, but alas, the cold touch doesn't comfort the blue blur. He looks at him straight and asks, "why are you so… close to me?"

Bubsy softly replies, "well, before you, um, lost your mind… we used to be husbands…"

"Woah. I'm gonna need to remember how its like to feel aroused by another man's natural beauty. "

Peter overheard the conversation. He peeps back, glaring at the two, and confesses, "those are level 3 memories. They're buried deep within more accessible level 1 and 2 memories. We have to uncover more materialistic and reactionary thoughts before I can even attempt to unlock primal motivations… Let's do a little practice." Peter stands up, lets go of the plane's controls, and stands there. He rips out a silent fart, then stands, smiling, waiting for either furry to react.

Sonic screams, "what kind of fucked up doctor are you?"

Peter snaps back, in a calm reflective manner, "I'm testing your memory." He then pushes on the autopilot button located under the pilot's seat, and an inflatable dude pops up. A light sparks in Sonic's brain, a memory, vague, but haunting nonetheless. Peter dramatically points at Bubsy and commands him to inflate the autopilot. Hurriedly, the bobcat scurries to the inflatable and starts blowing it up. This is enough to trigger Sonic's memory.

The hedgehog's eyes light up as years of bottled laughter spew out like mentos dropping into a bottle of Diet Coke. He laughs, "oh, this is just like the film Airplane!"

Peter confirms, "yes, exactly like the film Airplane."

Sonic looks at Bubsy and continues, "I remember us watching it, you were heavier back then! Holy shit, I remembered something! You have quite the powers, Peter."

Peter smiles, "that's the power memory channelers like myself have. We can sow memories into pop culture experiences and extract them from consciousness at will. While these abilities aren't just confined to pop culture, its the most tangible point of reference for most people. Aaannnnddd we're here. Quahog. Let's drop this baby and call it a day."

Bubsy stops blowing.

Peter gets frustrated. "Come on, finish the sucking."

Bubsy asks, "why?"

Peter replies, "I never learned how to land a plane."

Sonic looked at Bubsy as he continued sucking off the autopilot. Something about the visual made sense to him. It helped that the autopilot was blue, and really fucking sexy. But as soon as the autopilot was filled, they descended upon the roof of a house, tearing it to shreds. An African American man drops out of an exposed bathtub, mumbling, "no, no, no, no, no, no, NOOOOO! Peter! Why?"

Peter apologizes, "Sorry Cleveland, it's the only way." The gang hops out of the Petercopter and onto a sidewalk. The two furries smell the fresh air and look at each other as they laugh. Peter helps Cleveland up.

The man looks at the animals and asks, "and who are you two?"

Sonic replies, "I'm Sonic, and he's Bubsy. We're from out of town, and we're looking to jog my memory."

Cleveland lightens up and acknowledges, "well, thank god my family isn't here, last time I hung out with furries it didn't go well."

"What?"

Cleveland and his family were enjoying a nice Thanksgiving Dinner with Schnitzel from Chowder and Lion-o from Thundercats. Roberta out of nowhere confesses, "Mom, Cleveland, Rollo, Juinor, Shnizel, and Lion-O, I'm gay!"

"Rada rada" Schnitzel mumbles.

Lion-O wields his sword and screams, "Alas, my suppressed feelings for you are now all for naught. Then again, what is love if not a series of mutually-exclusive suppressions of self loathing? Thundercats are Go!"

Cleveland chuckles, "ah hah hah, you're actually called the Thundercats? Let me guess, you actually call yourself Schnitzel."

"Rada rada." Schnitzel mumbles again.

Roberta quips, "Huh, why is nobody acting shocked? I like pussy, bitches. So much pussy."

Rollo smugly butts in, "trust me, we all knew."

The guests leave.

"What the fuck was that? Was that even a joke?" Sonic screams.

Cleveland explains, "Oh some of us call that cutaway gags. Some memory channelers are powerful enough to break the lines of reality and manipulate it. We are essentially projecting our memories to the forefront of our dimensional continuity, leading to, well, moments like what you just witnessed. Me and my friends are the few beings blessed with such power…"

Peter butts in, "it's a blessing, and a curse. Some people here are jealous of such abilities. That's why we drown our minds in alcohol, it's the only way to subdue such strength. If we were sober, we could end up like Brian…"

Bubsy asks, "Who's Brian?"

Peter sighs, "he was our fifth friend over at the clam, until the Incident of 98 took him out."

The year 1998 triggers Sonic's brain. He stammers, "The incident of 98? Wait… I remember something. Wasn't there a flood?"

Peter tilts his head down in sync with Cleveland as the memories of Brian. Peter sighs, then snaps back into the conversation, albeit still depressed. "What? No. He used his powers to channel a Vietnam flashback at the old folks home. It was supposed to be a joke… but it ended with 14 fatalities."

Cleveland states, "Yeah and nothing's funny about a bunch of old veterans killing each other in a bloodbath… Hey, how about we go to the Clam, there you will meet our fellow Channelers! Maybe our nightly ritual will help you out little hedgehog."

While Cleveland talks, Bubsy looks at his phone and texts Gwen. "I'm in Quahog, helping Sonic regain his memory to prepare for a Thanos fight. We need to strategize. Is everyone OK?" He puts his phone in his pocket and follows the gang as they head to the Clam.