The episode opens on a moonless night outside the Famous Original Ray’s Superior Court, where Bender, masked and moving on comically nested tiptoe-feet, scales the building with his extend-o-arm to steal the Hyperchicken’s pocket watch, only to be blinded by an impossibly bright point of light that suddenly hangs in the sky; the next morning that light has swollen into a blinding white hole whose glare blankets the known universe, and as the Planet Express crew watches the news in their lounge, the Professor identifies it as the theoretical opposite of a black hole, spewing matter, energy, and time itself outward in all directions. Soon the hole begins projecting giant red letters that spell ATTENTION across every surface and language in existence, from city walls to Braille sidewalks to buggalo vapor trails, until a vast feminine voice announces itself as the Great Inviter from beyond the local cluster of universes and declares that Universe Six has been granted a portal to witness the birth of a brand-new universe, provided it sends a handful of worthy representatives through before the portal collapses.
Earth’s President Nixon is quickly bribed into compliance, but the mission is derailed when Bubblegum Tate explains that the white hole’s chroniton spray will age anything approaching it by millions of years in moments, rendering the elderly Professor and most adults ineligible; a rocket carrying a team of wholesome middle-schoolers is launched instead, only to plummet back to Earth minutes later carrying the same children now withered into ancient corpses, proving the time-winds are far stronger than calculated. Undaunted, Nixon orders corners cut and budgets ignored until the largest rocket ever conceived is finished in days, its nose capped by the familiar green Planet Express ship; the regular crew, plus Scruffy, climb aboard, lie down in a giant ice-cube tray of experimental carbonite-adjacent goo, and are flash-frozen for what the Professor promises will be a ten-million-year journey while the ship’s hull barely shields them from the chroniton storm.
Liftoff is ragged, assisted by Sal lighting the engines with a match, yet the ship claws its way upward and vanishes into the glare; on Earth only fourteen minutes pass, but aboard the vessel ten million years grind by in a grotesque relay of 3D-printed temporary duplicates whose entire existences last mere minutes before the time-flux ages them to dust. One Scruffy after another is born solely to patch a leaking pipe with Big Pink gum or to sweep up the bones of the previous Scruffy; Fry duplicates flicker into being to switch off lights, deliver canned Manwich sandwiches, or tape over windshield cracks; Bender duplicates magnet-walk the hull to unhook a stubborn booster, aging centuries with every step; Amy duplicates blow party horns for morale seconds before crumbling; Leela duplicates pilot frantic evasive maneuvers against swarms of translucent space salps that splatter across the viewport; Professor duplicates shout contradictory orders and collapse mid-sentence. A single abandoned cup of yogurt mutates into a sentient, ravenous blob that devours dozens of Zoidberg duplicates sent to eat it, then cannibalizes the Zoidbergs themselves until a final half-printed, eyeless, obese Zoidberg-Lovecraft hybrid is crushed inside a power-loader by a vengeful Leela duplicate, both perishing almost simultaneously.
At last the ship crosses the reverse event horizon; the final batch of aging duplicates, standing ankle-deep in the skeletons of their predecessors, realize they have done every heroic, menial, and horrific task required to deliver the frozen originals safely to the threshold of cosmic creation. Instead of defrosting the sleeping crew, they smash the guiding hologram, steal the ceremonial champagne, hijack the luxurious Shuttle Bubble meant for the victory parade, and pilot it into the white hole themselves, crossing the point of no return just as the portal seals forever behind them. Back on Earth the Planet Express ship plummets home after only fourteen elapsed minutes, the original crew thaws groggy and confused, still believing they have not yet left, and Nixon hurriedly pins medals on them while a triumphant John Williams score swells; the white hole winks out high above, taking with it the only beings who ever actually saw the birth of a universe and leaving the credited heroes to accept undeserved glory amid polite, bewildered applause as the screen fades to black.
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