Sonic clenches his robotic fist and smashes the fridge. It's mechanisms spark and explode, smothering the hedgehog in a flaming elemental mesh of condensed heat. He screams and drops to the ground, paralyzed from the pain. Eggman, looming over the security footage, laughs maniacally, for he sees Krueger stalking towards the sucker.

Sonic squirms in place as he sees a glowing red light shimmer in the shape of a chicken beam over the broken floorboards. He gulps as the feathered menace runs up to him and pulls out… a medkit? The chicken inspects the hedgehog's scarred face and grabs a mysterious vial out of the box. The hedgehog squirms, fearing the powerful menace. Yet, the chicken looks at him with a relaxed demeanor, and softly speaks, "trust me, I'm not a doctor, but I know a thing or two about healing wounds." The hedgehog attempts to control his breathing as he sees Kreuger stalking close to them, but he succumbs to his fears. The chicken shuts his patient's mouth as he finishes healing. Suddenly, a burst of energy verberates through the hedgehog's body, and he springs to life. The chicken pats him on the back and delegates, "run away and fix a generator. It's the only way out of here." Ernie pushes the hedgehog away as Kreuger nears the chicken and stabs him through the chest.

Sonic didn't look back. He just zipped through the house and dashed aimlessly. However, deep within the forest, he heard constant clanking noises emanating from a red generator just five feet away from him. He hid in a bush adjacent to the machine and spotted a red Goblin-like monster tearing apart the machine. He remembers the words of the wise chicken: "fix a generator."

The hedgehog cracks his knuckles and announces aloud, "hey, gremlin dude, we should be fixing generators, not breaking them!"

The gremlin leered over his shoulder and spotted the Hedgehog. His eyes dialated at the sight of a familiar ally, but as soon as the spark of comradery fizzled out of his mind, he went back to the generator. Sonic dashed up to him and stepped over a loose part, triggering the goblin. The beast dashes up to him and hisses. Finally, Sonic thought to himself, a good look at the goblin. However, any fear in the hedgehog's body disappears when he spotted a familiar green wristwatch on the monster's watch. Sonic yelps, "Ben? Is that you? How did you get here?"

The goblin's head shakes, "no."

Sonic sits down and sighs. He pays acute attention to the monster as it reassembles the machine. Yet, one wire just doesn't fit. The monster attempts to jam it in, but to no avail. He then sticks a lanky long fingernail in the circuit and pulls it out. Blood. Then more blood. Suddenly, the interior pipes steam up and explode, spewing blood over the two. The intense velocity of the hyperrealistic blood influenced Sonic to do a sick 720-degree double backflip away. The goblin, on the other hand, was doused in crimson, and it penetrated his omnitrix. Suddenly, the goblin reverted back to a human form- a lanky male teen with a yellow shirt, brown hair, and blue jeans. He looks at Sonic and stutters, "ooohh geez, run!"

Sonic screams, "who the hell are you and what the fuck is going on anymore?"

The kid stumbles over a heavy battery and falls down. Sonic runs up to him and carries him, then they start running. He makes a sharp left turn into a run-down jungle gym, vaulting over a ledge. He drops the kid down and inspects his leg. The hedgehog plucks some loose herbs off a bush and crushes them over a gaping wound. Suddenly, it starts healing. The kid calms down and confesses, "sorry, the name's Morty Smith, and I don't know what I'm doing here but I think I was crushed by two robotic guardians from another planet and…"

Sonic remembers dying as well. He interrupts, "you're here now chasing this guy named Freddy, right?"

"Yes…"

"And why do you have an Omnitrix?"

"We- I mean me and my grandpa- stole it. That's when I died. Hey, is there anyone else here with us?"

"A giant chicken, and another figure."

"We should meet up and plan our escape, cause I don't think we're going to survive otherwise."

"Alright."

The duo's conversation ended prematurely as hissing sounds drowned the soundscape. Morty peers through a hole in the jungle gym and spots Peter on the ground, holding one of his legs up to his chin. Leaning against a two-story house, he hisses multiple times, mourning the tragedy that struck his leg. Morty screams, "oh shi-" but Sonic slams his hand over Morty's mouth. The cool metallic sheen provides some sort of comfort to the poor soul. They watch as Freddy drops down from the top of the house, dead set on killing Peter once and for all.

The fat man peeped above. He knew he was exposed to the demon. There isn't anything he could do to combat his fate. Thus, fate took over his mind. Flashbacks of friends and family, the beautiful relationships, his growth, his losses… and then, Brian… He was more than just his fifth friend. He was the man whose name carries on in his beloved talking dog, and the only one who ever could have matched Peter at his memory channeling abilities.

[..]

The year is 1998. Peter, Joe, Quagmire, Cleveland, and Brian stand in the Shady Farm Nursing Home's rundown cafeteria hall, atop a dinky old stage. Brian cracks his fingers over a piano while the four friends, all donning red-white striped barbershop vests, stand side by side in a line and start harmonizing "Lonely Room" from the hit musical Oklahoma! However, despite the clear attempt to pander to the nursing home's demographic, a grumpy old janitor in the audience snaps his broom and stomps out. Soon, many audience members follow the janitor. Brian starts cackling up- he looks to Peter and grumbles, "old people suck. They're impossible to please." He starts cackling, and soon, the quartet loses their harmony. Brian's laughter breaks out to a panic, and he looks at the old audience and points his finger out to the crowd dramatically. He screams, "you guys are a harder crowd to please than Francis Ford Coppela's producers!"

We cut to the Congo set of Apocalypse Now. Martin Sheen is on the verge of a mental breakdown. He leans against a foam brick wall and shuffles through today's script rewrites. A producer smoking a nice cigar blows smoke in front of director Francis Ford Coppola. The producer looks at a scarred Sheen and then looks back at Coppola and asks, "so what the fuck will you blow money on now?"

Before Coppola could even finish, he grabs his megaphone and screams, "alright, on the count of 3! One, two, three!" Suddenly a bunch of airplanes fly into frame and start shooting the ground aimlessly.

The projected cutaway gag scarred the consciousnesses of the veterans at the old folk's home. Immediately they break out into a brawl, and Peter, Quagmire, Cleveland, and Joe scramble for an exit. In the heat of the moment, they didn't register the fact that Brian somehow disappeared, drowned in the crowd… Yet, no body was found in the aftermath…

[...]

Lying in bed with his loving wife Lois, Peter hugged her body tightly. Like a stress ball, he held onto her with a strong, yet subdued, force. Lois reciprocates this gesture by putting on her glasses and flipping through a TV Guide magazine. She reads the listings, and snarls, "ahhh, Peter, Hearts of Darkness is on Showtime! Let's put it on…"

Peter shed a tear at the thought of watching a documentary on the production behind Apocalypse Now, but he vowed to put any suppressed thoughts aside in order to satisfy his wife. So she turned on the TV and tuned the channel. Peter digests every image on the screen, as he normally does. However, briefly, in one frame, is a corpse. Peter jumps up to the TV and inspects it. Shaken, he stammers back and cries. Lois, lying in bed, mumbles, "Peter, what's up?"

Peter didn't respond. After all, his friend, Brian, was lying there, dead, and nobody knew that there was a real corpse in frame.

[...]

These memories flush Peter's brain as he rests on the coarse dirt ground, battling his immediate pain. He realizes Freddy's coming for him, and the only possible escape would be through a cutaway. He then looks directly ahead and spots Sonic and Morty. Sonic gestures to Peter to come to the gym, but Peter dismisses it. He looks above to Freddy and unleashes a determined grin. He screams, "hey, fuckface, this isn't as bad as the time I invited the survivors over for chowder!"

Suddenly, Peter's mind summoned a vortex that swallows Sonic, Morty, Ernie, and himself in a green time tornado. The scorching heat of spacetime playing second fiddle to Peter's consciousness started melting Peter's brains. A little bit of blood drips off his ear and evaporates. Ernie screams, "Peter, what are you doing?"

Sonic looks at Ernie and shouts, "A talking animal, huh? Never thought I'd see the day!"

Peter doesn't give a damn about all the commotion around him. All he's focused on is projecting his consciousness not to a linear perception of reality, as is the case with a traditional cutaway, but rather within the fabric of continuity itself.

The vortex explodes and fades, revealing Peter's familiar baby-blue living room walls. Everyone passes out for a second until Peter springs back to life, now carrying bottles of ipecac. Peter looks at the ipecac and sheds a tear. He caresses the bottles, then looks at his gang of survivors, all of whom appear rested on the couch. Peter praises, "thank god, it worked!"

Morty looks at Peter and asks, "uh, Peter, where are we?"

Ernie looks at Peter holding the ipecac and stands up. He stomps right to him and barks, "you teleported us, and now you're gonna poison us? Typical Memory Channeler manipulation." He spits on Peter's face.

Peter wipes off the spit using his arm and fires back, "I was trying to save you guys! I used a forbidden memory channeling technique to project ourselves back in time to a safe place and finally be able to discuss our options."

Sonic points his fingers at Peter and demands to know, "wait, when are we?"

Peter looks to the blur and confesses, "2005. Me and my family were going to play a game with these bottles of ipecac but... it didn't go to plan."

Morty butts in, "umm, sir, I feel like my grandpa could help with a time machine."

Peter smiles, "don't worry, I got that under control…" He then opens his hand, leading towards the staircase.

At the same time, Lois walks out carrying a casserole dish. With gusto, she asks, "who wants chowder?"

Everyone screams "no" in sync.

The gang barges upstairs and into a baby's room. Sonic looks first at an empty crib. He rubs his hands over the upper railings of the furniture- sturdy and stable, he thinks to himself. The hedgehog looks up to Peter and asks, "what's the toddler's name?"

Peter looks at Sonic and replies, "Stewie. He's my youngest child. He's growing up so fast, he even has a time machine of his own."

Sonic screams, "WHAT?"

Peter responds, "yeah, I keep on forgetting myself… It's risky, but I think his machine's the only chance we got."

Ernie stares frustratedly at Peter. Aggravated, he bemoans, "yeah, my children are busy blending every shade of rainbow sorbet and claiming its a new flavor of ice cream. Cut the crap, Peter, there's no way this 'time machine' of yours works. It's a mediocre VR chamber at best."

Morty bawls, "children are fucking stupid, wh-wh-why are we even going through with this?" He walks up to the machine and spots a flux capacitor concealed under a plastic case. He screams, "the fuck, what the fuck man! How did a toddler get their hands on this? Is that playdough connecting the wires together? We're all gonna die!"

Peter stands tall, and everyone diverts their attention to his face. A somber speech was a brewin', and the gang could practically feel soft piano chords playing in the background. The fat man looks at his audience and triumphantly states, "look, the very fabric of the universe depends on us succeeding. I understand that an average toddler cannot conquer the mechanisms behind time travel. But I know Stewie, and he loves science. And I love him. We like to think that time rewards the bold, the violent, and the loud. Granted, that's what the history books focus on. But this adamant focus on what we think we want to hear, the violence in movies, the sex on TV… it drowns out what really pushes society and morals forward- love. And to make history, we don't need needless carnage, sci-fi mumbo-jumbo, backstabbing, and conspiracy. All we need… is a Family Guy. And this Family Guy says that this machine works. I know it, because I love Stewie."

The giant chicken tears up and hugs Peter. He blows his nose on a handkerchief. Peter pats him on the back. The chicken then looks up and confesses, "alright, I'm in. Who else is with us?"

Sonic announces, "I."

Morty looks at everyone and whines, "y-y-you guys are dipshits, I'm staying out of this."

Peter, Ernie, and Sonic walk into the time machine. Peter mans the interface and states, "alright, let's go back to the Clam-"

Sonic interrupts, "wait, no, I need to meet with Thanos. Can we send ourselves to the forest near the police station? I have reason to believe Thanos is actually on our side."

The giant chicken screams, "impossible! Thanos is an intergalactic dictator, he doesn't care about mortality!"

"Wrong. Last time I saw him, he was holding up Angel Island. He wants to mitigate damage to a certain extent. Plus, if he's actually evil, then we will be ready to dismantle him. I know his weakness, and we have allies there working with him."

Peter sighs and looks at the chicken. He asks, "any objections?" Ernie shakes his head. Then, Peter mans the machine and inputs the time. Everyone enters the machine, sans Morty, and an immense flash of electricity engulfs the device.