Meg coughed and fell right out of the time travel device in the future of 1,000 years from present day in Quahog. She then rubbed herself of any dust and debris and looked in shock and dismay around her. She saw before her very eyes was a future utopia.
She saw flying cars, people sucking and traveling through tubes, large television screens and advertisements for Bachelor Chew, whatever that was. Meg looked around in shock. She then saw a bunch of garbage stuck to her and she went to throw it away in a trash can. When she did, the trash can came to life, revealing to be a robot.
"Excuse me, but what gives you the right to put crap in me?" the robot demanded.
"Whoa!" Meg was surprised by the android, then looked apologetic. "I am so sorry! I'm just lost, and looking for my family, and-"
"Yeah, yeah, whatever, get a job, you dead beat!" the robot scoffed at her, storming away.
"Sorry..." Meg watched him leave.
"Stupid meat bags!" the trash can robot grumbled on his way away from her.
Meg sighed and went to a human, even if he looked a little shady. "Excuse me, could you tell me where I am?"
"You don't know?" the man raised an eyebrow at her.
Meg shook her head, honestly. She could tell that she wasn't in Quahog anymore.
"Why, this is New New York."
"New York?"
"No! New New York, there's no Old New York anymore, just New New York! Old New York is so last century!"
"Last century? What year is it?"
"You must be cracked in the head, it's 3000, child!" the man said, walking to cross the street once the cars finished passing.
"Oh, that's understandable, I had a big day at school with bullies and cheerleaders, then I was on my way home to see my family and we went to a museum and WHAAAAAT!?"
2014 Quahog
"Good evening, I'm Tom Tucker."
"And I'm Joyce Kinney."
The news reporters were on their local cable show with the news as everyone tuned in while the Griffin family was still at the museum, concerned about Meg.
"This just in, Peter Griffin, a total idiot and no place to be a father, has lost his daughter in a time machine which is rumored to have transport her 1,000 years into the future." Tom reported.
"That's right, Tom," Joyce concurred. "The Griffin family has had a normal afternoon planned to be at the museum for a family outing, but a family prank against black sheep, Meg Griffin, had gotten out of hand, transporting her into the future with no way to return home."
"We take you live to the Quahog Natural History and Art Museum with Asian reporter, Tricia Tackanawa. Tricia?"
The camera pans to several Quahog citizens in the future exhibit while Peter and Lois are standing by to be interviewed and Tricia is being filmed with her microphone and camera.
"Tom, I'm standing inside the Quahog Natural History and Art Museum with the parents of Meg Griffin who have lost her in a prank scandal, which sent their only daughter to be transported to the 31st century," Trica reported, then went to the parents. "Lois and Peter, I have to ask you something that is on everyone's mind of you sending Meg Griffin away like that. How long have you been plotting to do this and why haven't you done it sooner?"
"Well... uhh... I wanted to kill her when she was a baby, but... That's illegal unless you're Chinese... You know what I'm talkin' 'bout, right?" Peter laughed, nudging the Asian reporter.
Tricia looked extremely offended.
"We didn't mean to send Meg away!" Lois cried with legitimate tears in her eyes. "We just wanted Meg to get a taste of culture!"
"Then why did you pressure her into getting into a time machine for a prank? What did you intend to do?" Tricia asked.
"We were just gonna lock her there overnight and when security would call after threatening to arrest her, we'd come pick her up, it was gonna be freakin' sweet!" Peter cheered.
"I'm glad I don't have a sister anymore, now I can walk around her room in my underwear twice as much!" Chris added, clapping happily.
"Well, there you have it, Tom," Tricia concluded, looking back into the camera. "The Griffins are a family that all families must follow by example. If you have a Meg Griffin in your family, you should dispose of her immediately."
"Thank you, Tricia, coming up next, my penis size." Tom said, before a commercial break.
3000, New New York
Meg wandered around New New York, feeling strange and tried to adapt to 31st century life. It felt really strange and unusual as she wandered around, unsure of who could help her.
"This has to be a dream..." Meg said to herself. "Mom and Dad hit my head too hard in that time machine exhibit, and now I'm dreaming. I'll wake up in no time." she then looked shocked as she saw a robot drinking a beer.
The robot guzzled it down and drank another bottle in his hand. He then turned to see Meg. "What the Hell are you starin' at?"
"Oh, I'm sorry..." Meg stepped back.
"Say, you're a meat bag, an unfamiliar one! Are you a foreigner?"
"N-No, my name's Meg Griffin, I'm from Quahog."
"Meg Griffin?" the robot laughed. "That's a sissy name! Sounds like a name for a butt ugly dwarf girl!"
Meg glared at him.
"Oh, I'm sorry, no offense." the robot took back a little.
"Plenty taken, you walking garbage disposal." Meg hissed.
The robot laughed a little at that. "Say, that's pretty classy. Sorry, I'm not used to humans, and one of my best friends is one. Speakin' of which, here he comes now."
"Hey, Bender, thanks for holding the beers for-" a red-headed boy who looked a bit older than Meg came up. He smiled at the robot, then glared. "Bender, did you drink both beers, again?"
"NO! I drank one, and then the other bottle just somehow magically disappeared... into my mouth... It tasted just as good as my mama's oil."
The boy rolled his eyes, then spotted Meg. "Say, who's that?"
"Oh, her?" Bender looked back at her. "She says her name's Meg Griffin from Quahog."
The boy came forward. "Hey, Meg, welcome to New New York City. My name's Fry."
Meg shook his hand and raised an eyebrow. "Fry?"
"Well, my real name's-"
"HIS REAL NAME'S PHILLIP!" Bender cut in, laughing hysterically. "Isn't that the stupidest name you ever heard since Meg Griffin from Quahog?" he kept laughing.
"Sorry about him." Fry told Meg, referring to Bender.
"It's okay, I guess, better than my dad farting on me and telling me to shut up." Meg shrugged.
"Your dad tells you to shut up? Is he an alcoholic?"
"No, just stupid. Really, REALLY stupid."
"Oh, my... Do you have any brothers and sisters?"
"Two younger brothers."
"Oh, man, that must suck for you three to put up with a guy like him."
"Actually, I'm the only one he makes fun of."
"What!? Aw, man, that's so not cool! Say, why don't you come over and we'll hang out? You look like you could use a breather."
"Thanks, Fry."
"No problem, Meg."
The two humans laughed as Bender kept laughing. He then looked around, noticing he was alone. "Hey, where'd everybody go? Dammit!" he quickly caught up with them.
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Megorama
Science FictionMeg Griffin is tired of being her family's punching bag and tries to find a place to get away from them all. During a family visit to the museum, she stumbles into a time travel exhibit as a prank set by her parents, but they actually and accidental...
