There once was a fly named Marty Mick. He could travel through time, hence the phrase, "Time Flies…" And by the way, Marty wanted everyone to know, it isn't whether or not you're having fun. All it takes is being buzzy, er, busy.

One day Marty flew through time to the year 2026. He buzzed all around and noticed something. There weren't any people on Earth anymore! He flittered this way and that, but the humans were gonzo.

"This stinks," thought Marty. But it really didn't. Not the way you'd expect. Not only were the humans gone, but they'd even taken their carcasses with them. So it didn't stink, and that stunk for the flies. He wondered where they'd all disappeared off to.

"Hey Amigo!" he called to a passing Spanish Fly, "where are all the humans?"

"Oh they left, Senor," said the Spanish Fly. He really wasn't from Spain, but he appreciated Marty's gesture of giving him the courtesy. "The humans all went to a place they called Mars. They left in a great bunch of flying things that came down from the sky one day."

The Spanish Fly looked him over with his multitude of eyes. "You must be one of those Time Flies, no?"

"You guessed it, me llamo's Marty Mick, but you can just call me Marty."

"Oquei," said the Spanish Fly. "And you can call me Guitaro. It's not really my name, but I heard it one time and I liked it."

"Good enough, Guitaro," said Marty. "So, what do you do for fun around here without the humans?"

"We basically just try to survive. Without humans around to throw away garbage, it is pretty slim pickens in the year 2026. And all the birds and bats are still hungry, so we gotta watch out all the time."

"Well, in that case, Guitaro," said Marty who liked neither the thought nor the smell of a garbageless world, "I'll bid thee adieu and be on my way."

"Wait!" called Guitaro, "Take me with yoooooooooooou."

But all he heard was "Buzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz." Marty had already gone.

Marty buzzed through time again. This time he decided to go really, really way back. He buzzed and buzzed. The years flipped by faster and faster. Marty held his breath and plunged out into the year 1491.

He found a thriving human village on the shores of what would later be called Plymouth. There was a man throwing a spear into water and pulling out fish. Marty followed him back to the village where the smells of camp wafted through the trees on a promising breeze. The world had a new smell to it, not really any pollution. Marty wasn't sure he liked it very much.

"I mean," he said to a dragon fly, "not to complain, but the garbage these humans are throwing away is pretty scant."

"Oooga Boooga," said the dragon fly. "You look tasty."

The dragon fly darted at him, and the move spooked Marty a bit. He did what he always did. He buzzed through time but this time wasn't paying attention to where he was going. He landed smack in the parking lot where Marty McFly, the human, had just jumped into a Delorean and was coming right at him.

Splat! Marty Mick, the time fly, got plastered to the windshield of Marty McFly's Delorean just before it flashed through time, leaving 1986 for some preset year which didn't matter in the least to poor little Marty Mick. That's because he was gonzo. Or, in other words, it was…

The End