08x01 - Road to the Multiverse

[bunniefuu]

Step right up! Step right up!

You won't believe your eyes!

Step right up and see the amazing half man, half clam!

What a rip-off.

It's just Kim Cattrall sitting lndian-style.

Boy, they've got some very unusual prizes at the carnival this year.

A winner!

Congratulations, son.

You've won a genuine live h*m*!

Ooh, where are we going?!

Wait, don't tell me.

Oh, boy! Mom, can I keep him?

Well, it's a big responsibility, Chris.

That means you'll have to clean up after him and feed him.

What do you eat?

Attention.

I like your hair.

Still hungry.

You have a beautiful speaking voice.

I'm full.

Let's see.

I guess 185 pounds.

Wrong.

I'm 95% helium.

Brian, look what I won!

Wow, what'd you win that for?

For having the best pig in the competition.

Wait, you bred a pig?

Sure did.

Most genetically-perfect one in the contest.

Oink.

Oh, my God!

Yes, he's something, isn't he?

Are those fists?

Damn right. Show him, pig.

How the hell did you do this?

I'll let you in on a little secret, Brian.

I didn't do it. I got it from a farm.

What the hell kind of farm breeds pigs like this?

Would you like to see it for yourself, Brian?

Yeah, I would.

Good, 'cause it's gonna blow your mind like the stereopticon did to Americans in 1910.

Hey, I'm in New York City!

No, I'm not! Yes, I am!

No, I'm not! Yes, I am!

What's going on here?!

(beeping)

This is it, Brian.

What's that?

It's how I got the pig.

You ever heard of the multiverse theory, Brian?

Well, of course I have, but I'm wondering if you have.

Oh, my God. So transparent.

Well, the theory states that there are an infinite number of universes coexisting with ours on parallel dimensional planes.

Dimensional planes, right.

Don't, don't do that.

Don't, don't repeat the last two words like you already kinda knew what I was talkin' about.

You have no idea what I'm talkin' about.

Now in each of these alternate universes, the reality is different than our own.

Sometimes only slightly, sometimes quite radically.

The point is, every possible eventuality exists.

And that's where you got the pig, in a parallel universe.

Prepare yourself, Brian, and I'll show you.

Where are we?

This is Quahog, Brian. Same year, same time.

But in this universe, Christianity never existed, which means the dark ages of scientific repression never occurred, and thus, humanity is a thousand years more advanced.

Ergo, muscular, genetically perfect pigs.

Hey, look, there's Quagmire.

Thanks, honey. Say hi to your husband.

(device beeping)

Oh, I got AIDS again.

Better take my "Nyquil Cold, Flu and AIDS."

All gone.

What time do you suppose it is, Brian?

I don't know, about 3:30.

Watch the sidewalk.

♪ Drop dead legs, ♪
♪ pretty smile, ♪
♪ hurts my head, gets me wild. ♪
♪ Dig that steam... ♪

My God, is that... Meg?!

36-D, Brian.

And you know what's amazing?

In this universe, she's still one of the ugly ones.

If you saw Lois, you'd have to put your penis in a wheelchair.

Come on. I'll show you around.

Hey, is there a bathroom around here?

Oh, you need to go pee or poop?

Poop.

One poop removal.

(electronic twittering)

Wow, did I just go poop?

You sure did. All digital.

Where does it go?

It gets beamed to another dimension.

Let me ask you this: What about all the renaissance art that Christianity inspired?

That was my first question, too.

Come on, have a look at the Sistine Chapel.

Wow.

Yeah, with no Christianity to inspire Michelangelo, they gave the job to John Hinckley.

All right, you ready to go home now?

Are you kidding? This is amazing.

Can we see more universes?

Hmm. Well, I haven't tried yet, but I don't see why not.

Whoa, what's this place?

Yeah, this universe looks weird.

Yeah, it's cheap and somehow lazy.

Peter: Yabba-dabba... (giggles)

Rock-Peter?

(audience laughter on laugh track)

Yes, Rock-Lois?

That was wonderful rock sex we had last rock night.

(laughter)

Yes, I enjoyed rocking you up the rock last night.

(laughter)

I know. I'm glad you wore that rock ring.

(laughter)

But we still always use a rockphylactic.

I'm ribbited for your pleasure.

Hey, Brian, want to get the rock out of here?

Rock yeah.

Huh. This looks like Spooner Street, only something's not quite right.

According to the multiverse guide, this is a universe where the United States never dropped the atomic b*mb on Hiroshima, so the Japanese just never quit.

(farts)

(giggles)

Well, I think I've seen enough.

Let's get back to our universe.

All right, off we go.

Ah, home, sweet home.

Lois (happy): Peter?

(sad): Peter?

(happy): What?

(sad): What?

(happy): Can you take out the trash?

(sad): 'cause it stinks in the kitchen.

(happy): Sure thing, Lois, delighted to.

(sad): I get tired when I stand.

(both gasp)

What the hell is this?

This isn't our universe.

Apparently, this is a universe where everyone has two heads: One happy, one sad.

Honey, have you seen Stewie?

I can't find him anywhere.

I sure have!

He's over there, playing in the corner.

(happy): I want you to know I love you.

(sad): I'm trying to get excited about it.

Oh, this is too freaky.

Why didn't that thing take us home?

I don't know. I told you, it hasn't been fully tested yet.

Well, we can't stay here, that's for sure.

(happy): And now back to channel 5 news at 6:00.

(sad): Quahog's lowest-rated newscast.

The president's dog just had puppies!

There was a plane crash.

Stewie, please tell me you know how to get us home.

Of course I know how to get us home.

What the hell? Stewie, what's going on?

Well, from the look of it, I'm guessing this is Quahog, but during some sort of ice age.

Well, press the button. Get us outta here.

Uh-oh, I can't reach the device.

What? You're kidding.

Yeah, get comfortable.

I think we're gonna be here for a while.

Oh, look, there's your poop from the other universe.

Stewie, you gotta get us out of here!

If we stay in here much longer, we're either gonna freeze or starve!

I know, but I can't reach the device.

You try. You're closer to it, and besides, you're stronger than I am.

Hey, what was that?

Oh, well, you said I was stronger than you, and that must have made me happy.

So my tail started wagging.

Looks like it carved through the ice a bit.

Yeah, it did. Keep going.

Okay, uh, let's see, um... you want to go for a walk?

It's working! Do more!

Uh, you want a treat?! You want a treat, boy?!

That's good, that's good, but you... you really have one, right?!

Oh, yeah, yeah.

And we're going for that walk?!

Oh, yeah, definitely. And, um, I'll, I'll give you a bath!

No, no, no!

Oh, sorry, sorry.

And, and I'll, I'll let you go for a ride in the car!

Oh, you better not be lying!

You want to sleep in the bed with us?!

Yes! Oh, I never get to!

It must be a special occasion!

You got it! You're through!

Yes! All right, what do I do?

Just press the red button!

Okay. Uh, which one's red?

Press the big button!

This can't be it.

This doesn't look familiar.

You're right, Brian.

Apparently, this is a universe where everyone has to take a poop right just now.

Okay, uh, Bill, you got those numbers?

Yeah, yeah.

Okay, just leave them on my desk.

Okay, that works out fine for me.

Were's your desk?

Doug knows where my desk is.

Craig, are you good with this?

Yeah, that should work out pretty good for me, too.

What the hell? What's happened to us?

I don't know, but suddenly I feel all sweet and warm and fuzzy.

It seems we're in a universe where everything is drawn by Disney.

Look, there's our house.

(laughing)

Look how gaily we run!

Oh, Stewie and Brian, you're just in time for pie.

Peter: Did somebody say "pie"?

(bright orchestral intro plays)

♪ It's a wonderful day for pie. ♪
♪ You can ask all the birds in the sky, ♪
♪ and they'll tell you real sweet with a musical tweet, ♪

(Quagmire's voice): ♪ it's a wonderful day for pie. ♪
♪ For pie. ♪
♪ For pie. ♪
♪ For pie. ♪
♪ For pie! ♪

This is wonderful, Brian.

Oh, let's live in this universe.

Gosh, it's pretty intoxicating, isn't it?

I want to hear more music about pie.

♪ It's a wonderful day for pie ♪

(Cleveland's voice): ♪ And it smells a lot better than I. ♪

(giggles)

♪ Everyone in the house, ♪
♪ and this Adam West mouse, ♪
♪ the bees making honey, ♪
♪ this Tom Tucker bunny, ♪
♪ we all sing with glee ♪ 'cause we all agree ♪
♪ it's a wonderful, wonderful day for pie! ♪

(Herbert's voice): You want a nice, shiny red apple to put in that pie?

All: No!

Brian, we could spend the rest of our lives here.

It's perfect.

Sounds good to me.

Doesn't seem to be a thing wrong with this place.

Hello, everybody.

All: Jew!

Oh, yeah, I forgot. This is a Disney universe.

Oh, but look at how shiny my buttons are here.

Just push the...

Yeah, yeah, okay, okay.

I'll push the thing.

(bright melody plays)

Whoa, this is trippy.

I should say so. We're in the Robot Chicken universe.

Will you guys move? You're blocking the TV.

Look! GI Joe, Transformers, Thundercats, He-Man!

Yay! Those shows existed!

How's it feel to be on a major network for 30 seconds?

(bleep) you!

Bye.

My God. This place looks terrible.

Looks like Quahog was vaporized or something.

It says that in this universe, Frank Sinatra was never born, and therefore, he was unable to use his influence to get Kennedy elected.

So, Nixon won the 1960 election and totally botched the Cuban m*ssile Crisis, causing World w*r III.

Wow, so I guess Lee Harvey Oswald never sh*t Kennedy?

No, he sh*t Mayor McCheese.

(sh*ts f*ring)

(crowd screaming)

That joke's not in bad taste, right?

Oh, who cares? He's a cheeseburger.

Ew. Where are we?

I don't know. The device can't make heads or tails of it.

It's just some sort of weird, low resolution blocky universe.

Lois, where is my supper?

Still in the oven.

Will I have it soon?

Quite soon.

Thank you!

You're welcome!

Nyah!

Nyah!

Nyah!

Nyah!

Nyah!

Nyah!

Nyah!

Nyah!

I'm frightened.

Let's go.

Love it.

Hate it.

Love it.

Hate it.

Uh, Brian?

Yeah?

This feels weird.

Hit the button.

Oh, God, what is this?

I feel like I'm on acid or something.

According to the multiverse guide, this is a universe where everything is depicted as a Washington Post political cartoon.

Good lord, I'm naked.

And why am I holding a dinner platter that says McCain/Feingold?

(laughing)

That's... that's pretty good.

That's... that's funny.

You don't get it.

No, no, I totally get it.

Oh, God. Let's go, quick.

Here comes an overweight cat with dollar signs for eyes and a hat that says "Social Security," pouring a bucket that says Alternative Minimum Tax" over a Sad Statue of Liberty holding a Democracy umbrella.

(laughing): Yes!

Oh, that ought to wake people up.

Shut the (bleep) up.

Oh, my God. Now we're nowhere.

Not quite, Brian.

This is a universe, but its only inhabitant is one really far away guy who yells compliments.

I like your shirt!

Thank you!

This was nice.

We did it. We're back.

No. This is the universe of misleading portraiture.

Aw.

Oh, wait. It's not so bad. There's the compliment guy.

Hello!

(groans) They got both of us!

We're finished. We're never going to get home.

We're never going to see our Peter and Lois or anyone else we know ever again.

You got your pal Stewie.

Great.

Aw, you could learn something from compliment guy.

And you know, it's not as bad as you think.

I may have finally figured this out.

I just need to make a few more calculations...

Whoa.

Sorry about that. Bad girl, Holly.

No jumpies.

Oh, it's quite all right.

Um, wow. Okay, this is ridiculous.

You go here. You, you naughty little wire, you're supposed to be over here.

How did you get over there?

Oh, yeah.

Come on, Holly, let's go.

This guy's a freak.

And that should do it.

Now, let's go home.

Hey! What the hell are you doing?

I just don't think we should be too hasty.

I mean, we have a unique opportunity to study alternate universes in depth.

Brian, give me the damn device.

Give it. (groaning)

No, knock it off.

Give it.

No, stop it. Stop it.

Come on, give it.

No. Come on.

Come on.

(clattering, crashing)

What the hell, man?

What the hell? Look what you did!

You better put that thing on a leash, sir, or I'm going to have to fine you.

Take your stinkin' paws off me, you damn dirty dog.

What the hell were you thinking, Brian?

We're never going to get home now.

Why the hell would you break the damn device?

Look, it was an accident, all right?

And besides, look at this place.

It's a world run by dogs.

I mean, I kind of want to explore this universe.

Oh, you like role reversal?

Huh? Okay.

Wait, what are you doing? Oh! Oh! Come on!

Pick up my poop! Pick up my poop!

I'm not picking up your poop!

Hey, you. Pick up that poop.

You heard him, Brian. Pick up my poop.

Go on, pick it up. Do it... pick up my poop!

I need a plastic bag.

Here's a thin napkin.

Okay, I'm a a new neighbor and you're my pet human Hotchkiss.

Got it?

I... I... I don't...

I'm not so crazy about "Hotchkiss" anymore.

What do you mean? You came up with Hotchkiss.

I know, but...

How about Axel or... or... or Maximilian or Dex, you know?

It's... it's got to have an "x" in it because...

'cause that means I have cool parents who take me on expensive ski trips on spring break and I get to drink wine with dinner, even though I'm only 14, and...

(rings doorbell)

Oh, my God! I know that sound!

That means there's a potential intruder at the front door or one of my pals. Either way, I'm really excited and ready for anything! Hello?

(chuckles)

Hello, my name is Blake Carrington.

Aw.

And this is my human, Gabe.

Oh, no. What?

We just moved in down the street and thought we'd stop in and say hi to our new neighbors.

Well, great to meet you. Come on in. I'm Peter.

This is my family. My wife Lois.

My son, Chris... Chris, stop licking yourself and come up and say hi!

My daughter Meg.

Our puppy Stewie.

And this is our human Brian.

Nice to meet you.

"Say hi to human Brian, Blake," says Gabe.

Hi.

Mommy, I want to play with the new human.

Only if it's okay with Blake.

Uh, yeah, sure, it's fine.

Gabe is great with puppies.

I swear to God, I hope the next universe we go to is all Koreans.

I know who you are, Stewie.

I beg your pardon?

I've perfected multiverse travel, as well.

In fact, I've figured out How to navigate with absolute precision.

Really? I haven't.

We've been jumping randomly from one universe to the next.

Did you have the "shuffle" button on?

Oh, my God.

There you go.

That's why that little symbol...

Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm.

The two crossed arrows...

There it is.

...is up there in the corner.

There's your problem.

Oh, my God. I feel silly.

But I can't do anything about it.

My device has been destroyed.

Well, I've got one of my own. I can use it to send you back.

Hold on, I'll get it.

(doorbell rings)

Oh, my God! Who is it? I got it!

Morning, Peter.

Hey, Joe.

Bonnie and I are having company tonight, wondering if I could borrow some wet food.

Yeah, sure thing.

That's Joe. He's our local human catcher.

So don't misbehave or the human catcher'll come after you...

Gabe.

My name's not Gabe! (growls)

Ow! (screams)

Oh, you're in big trouble, you little crap!

Boy, you shouldn't have done that, little fella.

You just earned yourself a trip to the pound!

(muffled screams)

(screams)

Who the hell do you think you are?!

Brian! Brian!

Do something!

Look, I'm sorry about this.

Let me just pay the fine or whatever and I'll make sure this doesn't happen again.

You can pick him up tomorrow.

Oh. Okay.

Just bring a trash bag.

(wheels squeaking)

What did he mean by that?

Any human that bites a dog gets euthanized.

You know that.

No, he doesn't!

He's from another universe where dogs are subservient to humans.

Oh, you mean like that time we...

Yeah.

When we bounced around between univ...

Yeah.

And you couldn't figure out how to...

Yes!

Oh, they're going to k*ll him!

We got to get him out of there!

It's a tough world here.

You hear about it every night on the dog news.

Coming up, that bush in the park is my bush!

My bush!

Look, there he is!

Oh, thank God. I'm saved.

Come on, let's get out of here.

All right, the two of you, stand over there and I'll send you back where you belong.

Gosh, Brian, I sure hope this next leap... will be the leap home.

Human Brian: Wait!

Take me with you.

What do you mean? You can't come back to our universe.

Come on, a place where humans are in charge?

I can't pass that up.

Dog Joe: Hey!

Get away from there!

(grunting)

Well, this looks like home.

Is there any way we can be sure?

Hmm.

Mom, have you seen my trapper keeper?

(farting)

(laughing)

Both: Yeah, we're home!

(laughing)

Well, now, what do we do about this guy?

We got two Brians in our universe now.

Don't worry, I don't plan to stay in Quahog.

I'm gonna go out into the world and see what I can make of myself.

I can be somebody here.

And it should be easy for you, because...

I mean... what luck... you're white.

You have no idea how big that is here.

Good-bye, Stewie. Good-bye, Brian.

Maybe our paths will cross again someday.

Ah, look at him go.

Free in a world of his own kind, Where he can finally reach the full potential...

Oh, my God! He got hit by a car!