Rigby!
We're rocketing through space at warp speed,
and you're asleep at the controls?
It's on autopilot!
That means I don't have to push any buttons!
And, believe me, I tried to push a lot of different buttons.
Eileen, how close are we to the rendezvous point?
We should be coming out of warp right about...
Now!
It's just empty space.
Maybe Buttons McGee over here
sent us to the wrong coordinates.
Wow, Skips, that's a really insightful name for Rigby.
Thanks.
I been reading some books.
Wait, what's that?
Alpha Dome found.
Piloted by Mary Stone, John Murrow...
Alpha Dome?
It's the first dome sent into space.
Yeah, I know. Then why were you asking?
I wasn't asking. I was just surprised.
It sounded like you were asking.
I wasn't asking!
Steve Mikulski.
Dome status... unknown.
Hail them.
Now hailing.
They're not answering.
At the tone, please record your message.
Hang up, hang up, hang up!
Rawls' coordinates brought us here.
There must be something important in that dome.
Skips, take Mordecai and Rigby and check it out.
But be careful... we gotta be on the lookout
for anyone trying to get to Pops.
Starting dome docking procedure.
Careful!
Whatever stopped the dome
could be waiting to stop us, too.
Huh?
Whoa!
Interesting.
Or "Whoa." I don't know.
Visitors!
Visitors, everyone!
I think that's Captain Mary Stone.
Good morrow, gentlemen.
We don't get many visitors.
From where have you come?
Oh, from that other dome right there.
Do you have something for us
or do you know why our computer brought us here?
Computer?
Is that the name of your horse?
Oh, what a lovely name for a horse!
Eh... would you mind telling us what year it is?
Why, it's the year of our Silas, 1690.
1690?
Huddle up, boys.
Something's wrong here.
These people are stuck in the past.
Why can't we just tell them it's the future?
The truth could send them into total shock!
But Rawls must have sent us to Alpha Dome for something.
Follow my lead.
Excuse me, madam.
Wouldst thou know where to find
the leader of this good township?
Why, you're speaking of our town father,
Silas the Wise.
Praise Silas!
Somebody praising my name?
Silas!
He-e-y!
Did I carry you well, Silas?
What was that? Did my carriage speaketh?
I don't want to have to get a new carriage!
No, Silas! Your carriage spoke not!
Your carriage shall carry you until its wheels fall off
from its crippling calcium deposits.
Good.
Boy, feed the carriage.
Ooh! My buckle and hat!
Who are these newcomers?
They came here on a horse named Computer.
Computer?
My!
W-What a wonderful name for a horse!
Good sir, are you not the Steve Mikulski
from the crew photo?
Pho... to?
Ha! What a hilarious word, with so many sounds!
Mary, these people are quite funny.
Excellent discovery.
Have some hay.
Ugh! Couldst thou just take us to your control room...
Silas! Silas!
Steffen has accidentally buckled his shoe to his hat again!
These simple creatures.
Silas' work is never done.
While you're busy with this, would you...
or... thine... mind if we take a look around?
Of course not!
Consider thyselves the honored guests
of Silas the Wise.
Hmm.
Whoa!
The Alpha Dome bridge!
This place is a pigsty!
Intruder alert! Intruder alert!
Man, what is up with this place?
That computer's gotta know why were here.
This is Steve Mikulski, journal entry 4-6-2-7.
It's Day 1 after The Incident.
We had just warped in to our coordinates.
What's going on?
It's a time anomaly! It's sucking us in!
Redirect power to stabilizers!
Redirecting!
Hold her steady, Steven.
Calculating an 80% chance of getting ripped apart.
90%. 95%.
I don't know about you guys,
but I'm ready to die right here with the ship!
Things were looking grim.
Auxiliary engines now, Steven!
Steven?
So... I heroically sprinted to the timeproof shed.
When I got out of the shed, nothing had happened to me,
but everybody else had regressed to Pilgrim times!
Good morrow! Good day to you!
Horse and buggy. Buckle and hat!
Even Captain Stone remembered nothing.
Good morrow, sir.
What be your given name, sir?
Uh...
Silas.
Silas the Wise.
Day 2.
I think I'm the smartest person on the ship or something.
That's right... bow in fear!
I am the great Silas... Silas the all-powerful!
What the...?
Benson, Alpha Dome went through a time vortex,
and the crew regressed to Pilgrims.
Ugh! How are we gonna get the info we need from them?
We've got to figure out a way to turn Alpha Dome back to normal.
Can you guys send me the coordinates of the time anomaly?
Uh, yeah. Stand by.
It's not far from here.
If we push them the other way through the vortex,
it shou reverse the time effects
and bring Alpha Dome back to present day.
Okay. Eileen, plot the course.
Muscle Man, you've got the helm.
You guys... get out of Alpha Dome.
Right! Not so fast!
I've had enough of your snooping around!
Look, the jig is up, Steve.
No! Never!
We'll find him.
There's nowhere to hide.
You won't get away with this.
I can do whatever I want.
Let's deal with them the 1690s way.
Aw, yeah!
Pilgrim-witch-trial style!
They are doubters of the word of Silas.
These outsiders dabble in the suuuuupernatural!
Look what I found amongst their belongings!
Dude! Why'd you bring that?
I don't know. I thought if we had downtime...
By pressing this witch artifact, this little man jumps!
Wait a minute.
Wallace Marco here, proprietor of the dirt farm.
Quick question, my Silas.
Like, what makes that witchery evil
and the witchery you use to rule us good?
I mean, it's confusing, right?
Witch! Wallace is a witch!
No, I...
Where is the final unbeliever? Show yourself!
Skips! Skips, come in!
Where are we in saving Mordecai and Rigby?
Working on it!
Okay. We're gonna move the domes into position.
- Begin maneuvers. - Got it.
Now, with a flash of my future laser,
I signal the execution of these...
Wait, what?
My! The heavens are shaking!
These are witch tremors!
It's a sign! They are witches!
Yeah, you're right!
Huh?
Quit trying to laser my friends!
Skips!
To the escape pod!
All right, when we get close enough, we've got to break away.
Careful... If we don't do it just right,
we'll go forward in time, too.
I'm not ready for my future yet.
Ha!
You just had to meddle in my affairs!
But joke's on you!
If you push us back through the vortex,
I'll just get smarter!
He's right!
Wait, is he right?
Now, say hello to the smartest man in the dome.
And then say goodbye.
Hold.
Point of no return imminent!
Disengage!
Aah! No, no! Stop!
No!
No, no! Wait!
I need to be out there!
No! I'm too late!
Steve, you've been a jerk.
Mary? What happened to you?
Due to vortical flux, we're now super-advanced energy beings
from the year 3300... give or take.
Thank you for putting Steve in his place.
We're gonna keep him as a pet from the early 21st century.
Here, eat this hay.
I'm glad things are back to normal... ish.
But we still don't know why we were brought here.
Oh! We were instructed by Rawls to give you this map.
Aw, man! Another set of coordinates?
Why didn't Rawls just give these to us in the first place?
We needed to hide your path.