Our story opens up on US Acres, where we see Orson leading his barnyard friends for their harvest.

"Booker, Sheldon, get that corn over for Roy to shuck." He said to the chicks, who were pulling a cart of fresh corn. "Our customer is coming for it tomorrow."

"Sure thing, Orson." said Booker.

"You got it!" Sheldon nodded.

Just then, Bo came by with a wagon full of corn.

"Bo! Lanolin! You go help Roy shuck the corn!" Orson told the sheep.

"Like uh, sure thing, mon captain piggo!" Bo saluted.

"Whatever." Lanolin rolled her eyes.

Orson then turned to Wade. "Wade! I hope you remember what you're supposed to do!"

"Of course, I must stay here where it's nice and safe and free from danger." Wade said.

"No! You have to get those bales of hay to the field for the horses to eat." Orson reminded him.

"Why must you torture me, Orson?" Wade sighed as he picked up the bales of hay.

"Because I am a leader, and a leader must make sure everyone is working hard, responsible, useful, and always right on time." Orson responded.

"Fair enough." Wade groaned.

At the end of the day, Orson and the gang sat down at the table for some nice dinner.

"So everyone, I hope you enjoyed your work shifts today, cause I have some big news." said Orson.

"You've found the lost city of Atlantis?" Booker asked.

"Nope." Orson shook his head.

"You've got three days to live?" Lanolin smirked.

"Nope." Orson shook his head.

"You're really part-badger?" Bo asked.

"Nope." Orson shook his head. "Give up?"

"We gave up the minute you asked." Lanolin deadpanned.

"Well, here it is..." Orson cleared his throat. "I've enrolled into the Barnyard Exchange Program."

"The what?" the animals asked in unison.

"The Barnyard Exchange Program." Orson explained. "It is a program where workers from different farms switch places for a week and it starts tomorrow."

"Tomorrow?" asked Booker. "What does that mean?"

"It means I'm going away for a while, and a leader from another farm is going to be in my place." Orson explained. "I'll just be gone for a week."

"So like, who's the dude that's gonna be in your place, man?" asked Bo.

"I haven't figured out yet." said Orson. "That's for you to know and find out."

The next day, Orson went on a bus to the farm he was staying at for the week.

"Okay guys, I'll call you when I arrive at the farm." he told his friends. "The guy should be arriving here at any minute."

"So long Ors." Roy waved goodbye.

"Don't forget to write to us of your time at the new farm." Booker added.

"Smell ya in a week." Lanolin remarked.

"If you're scared, the feeling is mutual." Wade said meekly.

"Like uh, hasta lumbego piggo!" Bo added.

As soon as the bus left, another bus containing Orson's replacement immediately arrived in front of the gang. Out stepped a pig with a hat, vest, bowtie, and glasses.

"Oh hey, you must be the guy who will visiting us for the week." said Booker.

"How nice of you to notice." the pig said dryly, then handed them some sort of business card. "Aloysius Pig. I'm your new substitute leader for the week."

"Substitute leader? Substitute leaders make me nervous..." Wade gulped.

Aloysius gasped. "How dare you! Being nervous of your leader! That's six demerits!"

Aloysius then started writing down demerits on his clipboard.

"Hey wait a minute, you can't give demerits, he was just feeling nervous." Lanolin told Aloysius.

"Questioning my authority! That's fifteen demerits!" Aloysius wrote down on his pad again.

Booker sighed. "I wonder if Orson is having this much trouble..."

Meanwhile, Orson finally arrived at the farm he was staying at.

"Here I am." He said. "This must be that guy's old farm."

Orson got off the bus and walked towards the entrance, but then he noticed something was wrong and a little familiar.

"Say...this place looks a little familiar..." He thought to himself. "Where have I..."

Just then, three large pigs jumped right in front of Orson, looking all evil and scary.

"Oh no..." Orson gulped. He knew the pigs.

"Well, well, well, if it isn't our little brother?" the older pigs laughed.

"Hey guys...what's up...?" Orson stammered.

"The sky little bro!" Mort laughed as he pointed at the sky.

"Why don't you go up and check it?" Gort said as he grabbed Orson and tossed him in the air.

"AAAAHHHHH!" Orson shouted as he flew sky high and landed in Wart's arms.

"How was that Orson?" Wart said mockingly.

"S-s-s-scary..." Orson stammered.

"Awww, don't worry, we'll throw less hard this time." said Gort.

Orson's brothers then tossed Orson up into the air even harder than before.

"NOT!" They laughed.

Back on the farm, the gang was still dealing with Aloysius' so-called, "leadership" and boy, was it a living nightmare. While he was writing on his clipboard, he saw Lanolin and Bo pushing some wheelbarrows.

"Stop right there, sheep!" He barked and marched over to the sheep. "What do you think you're doing?"

"We're skydiving, what does it look like we're doing?" Lanolin sarcastically said.

"I think what my sis means is that, we're like, taking these crops to the silo." Bo replied.

"Not without your abestos gloves, you're not!" Aloysius said as he put gloves on the sheep's hands. "Getting your filthy hands on a wheelbarrow and back-sassing me. That's twenty more demerits! Now get those crops to the silo at once or I shall give thirty demerits!"

Aloysius then walked over to Roy, who was practicing his horn. This made Aloysius very angry and he put a giant cork into the horn.

"Hey!" Roy shouted. "What do you think you're doing? I was finally going to hit that chord!"

"You were creating noise pollution, young man!" Aloysius preached as he wrote down on his clipboard. "Now the whole neighborhood will be ruined because of your lousy horn playing! That's thirty demerits!"

"Listen you!" Roy poked Aloysius' snout. "If you think I'm gonna let a little pig-"

"And I'll take that to make sure it never happens again!" Aloysius took Roy's horn. "Playing a horn in public without a permit...THAT'S NOT RIGHT!"

Aloysius then walked over to Wade and snatched off his inner tube. "And you! Take that tube off! This isn't a swimming pool!"

Wade gulped. "I feel naked and exposed."

"Unauthorized inner tube wearing and being naked in public, that's forty demerits!" Aloysius snapped as he wrote more stuff on his clipboard. "Now put on some pants before I take away your TV time!"

"Oh no! I now have fifty five demerits!" Wade panicked. "I am a felon! A bad influence! A villain!"

"Gee, that Aloysius guy sure is pretty uptight." said Booker.

"And bossy." Sheldon added. "I sure hope Orson is having a better time than we are."

Unfortunately, Orson was doing just as bad on the other farm. All day long, his brothers had spun him like a basketball, used him as a tennis ball, pulled his tail, and even tossed him in the slop bucket.

"Don't worry Ors, it'll slip off!" Gort laughed.

Orson took the bucket off and started to sulk over to a bench to relax. "Boy, I sure am having a rotten time. I wonder how the others are doing?"

He walked over to the pay phone to call his friends. After waiting for a while, the phone finally replied.

"Hello?" Roy said on the other line.

"Roy! It's me Orson!" Orson spoke into the phone. "How is it going?"

"Oh...we're doing just fine Orson..." Roy lied when he saw Aloysius looking at him. "Yep. Our new leader is doing an amazing job...he's playing with the chicks and giving us some great advice on how to grow crops better. How about you, buddy?"

"I'm doing just...fine as well..." Orson lied as he saw his brothers grinning right at him. "...the people are really showing me some great hospitality...bye."

Orson hung up the phone and felt awful for lying to his friends and what they said to him.

"They don't even miss me..." He sobbed.

Back on US Acres, Aloysius was with a customer, but things were not going too well.

"So who are you exactly?" asked the pig.

The customer explained himself. "My name is Shecky, and I used to be an alley cat, but then I went into the Comic World, and I sing on fences for dinner, and then I hung out with Garfield for a while and then he DITCHED me and-"

"Okay, that's enough." said Aloysius. "Are you here for any reason whatsoever?"

Shecky continued. "Well, I just came here to sing a little song I wrote for my captive audience and I really want to be a character for this show because-"

"Listen! I don't have time for any song and no, I can't do that! Just buy something or get out!" Aloysius snapped.

Back on the other farm, Orson was being put into a giant slingshot by his evil brothers.

"Put me down! Why are you guys doing this?" Orson pleaded.

"Because we are getting back at you!" said Gort.

"Yeah, remember when we were kids and you always were super mean to us?" asked Mort.

"What?" Orson asked, confused.

"Yeah!" Wart nodded. "You used to use us as the birdie in badminton!"

"And you used to pretend we were pinatas and whack us with sticks hoping candy would come out of our guts!" added Gort.

"Not to mention, use us as soccer balls and call us, 'runts!'" Mort finished.

"But that's all the stuff you guys did to me!" Orson reminded them. "You guys cheered when the farmer was taking me away from you."

"Don't be ridiculous, little brother! We're ready to forgive you. and we're gonna show you that by letting you test out our giant slingshot!" Gort said as he pulled the slingshot Orson was on.

Orson tried to speak. "But-"

"Bye bye!" said Orson's brothers as they let go of the slingshot and laughed at their little brother.

Orson was flung from the slingshot and right into the air, far out of his brother's farm. He flew into the air and sure enough, he landed right back in U.S Acres.

"Man...I guess I forgot how evil my brothers really were..." he groaned as he picked himself up off the ground. "Hey! What's that?"

Orson saw the gang at a meeting being held by a very furious Aloysius, who was giving them a very stern lecture.

"I can't believe I got stuck with such amateur ne'er do-wells like you!" Aloysius scolded them. "Of all the animals in all the farms I could've been in charge of, I get stuck with you twerps! You are gluttons for noise pollution and setting bad examples! That's not right!"

Just then, Orson arrived, much to the gang's shock. "So this is what happens? I leave for a couple of days, and you are already enjoying this guy more than me?!"

Wade stuttered. "Bu-bu-bu-but..."

"I don't care! Everything is that big palooka's fault!" Orson barked.

"How dare you deprecate me with such derogatory names? That's 800 demerits!" Aloysius wrote demerits on his notepad.

Orson got even more furious, grabbed the notepad, and threw it down to the ground. "Demerit this!"

Aloysius gasped. "Littering! The crime of crimes! This time you've gone too far, buster!"

"Then let's settle this with a pig-off!" Orson's nostrils steamed. "Whoever loses must leave...forever!"

"On my honor as a pig, I accept!" Aloysius said as he firmly shook Orson's hand.

"Orson fighting? Now I'm really afraid..." Wade gulped.

"Tell me about it, dude." Bo added.

Orson and Aloysius stood face-to-face in the mud hole, where they were ready to...

"Mud wrestling?" said Booker.

"Of course, it's a pig's duel of honor." said Orson. "Now...LET'S DO THIS!"

"You're on, punk!" Aloysius grunted.

The two pigs brawled in an epic mud wrestling match. There was much squealing, oinking, and grunting as they fought each other. But to make a long story short, Orson was triumphant.

"And the winner is...ORSON!" Roy said as he raised Orson's arm of victory.

Everyone cheered and congratulated Orson as they carried him back to the picnic table, leaving Aloysius in the mud.

"That's not right..." Aloysius mumbled in the mud.

"Orson, it's great to have you back, bra." said Bo. "We really missed ya."

"So did I." said Orson. "Look guys, I'm really sorry. It doesn't matter how out-of-control you guys get. From now on, we stick together."

"We're sorry too, man." Bo smiled. "It's probably like, for the best anyways. We haven't been having the best week of our lives either."

"Yeah, Aloysius kept giving me too many demerits." said Wade.

"And people say I'm is the crabby one." Lanolin rolled her eyes.

"That's not right!" Roy exclaimed.

Everyone laughed heartily.

Author's Note:

Well, Orson is back on the farm where he belongs. Now, let's go see what other foe Garfield will be outsmarting.