Mr. Burns was a real go-getter, the best arms dealer on the planet! Naturally, he had enemies. Someone got even by bribing a brilliant scientist to build a transporter device, convince Mr. Burns it could transport him and his sales crew any place on the planet, then transport Mr. Burns to a different dimension. When Mr. Burns and his team arrived, they knew something was wrong. The air was so clean, they had trouble breathing, their lungs were so used to inhaling huge amounts of pollutants. He looked around and he could actually see the sun through a clear blue sky. Not the kind of world he was used to with is dark brown polluted skies that blotted out the sun. This place had green grass and abundant forests, and fields with abundant crops as far as the eye could see. He and his team were on a well traveled road. Soon, some soldiers came marching by. They asked Mr. Burns his business. Amazingly, there was no trouble communicating. The lead soldier asked Mr. Burns to accompany them to the palace and meet the emperor. Mr. Burns was convinced they had been transported back in time so decided to make the best of things. Maybe this emperor would buy their prototype killer robot. Nothing could withstand its incredible firepower. They followed the soldiers. Everyone was very polite. They reached the palace after a long march. Mr. Burns and his men were in good shape but were barely able to keep up with the soldiers. Once at the palace, refreshments were provided as well as a place to clean up. They were ravenous after the long march and could hardly stop themselves from overeating. After they cleaned up, a young page boy took them to emperor. Nothing prepared them for the emperor’s appearance. To their amazement, the emperor was a huge magnificent golden dragon. He exuded power and grace. Mr. Burns self confidence waned the closer he got to the emperor. The emperor was friendly and struck up a conversation. He asked Mr. Burns about himself and his team. Mr. Burns told him his story and said he felt they must’ve been transported back in time. The emperor roared with laughter at this theory. The emperor asked many more questions about the world Mr. Burns came from and the business he was in. Mr. Burns answered all the questions. He began to think he could sale this emperor his killing robot. Then the emperor told Mr. Burns to look around the room. Mr. Burns was amazed to see a great number of smurf-like people standing around all over the place. Then the emperor asked Mr. Burns if there were any beings like these, or himself in the world Mr. Burns came from. Well, only in legend, Mr. Burns had to admit. Then the emperor told Mr. Burns he didn’t need his ‘killing machine’ for this world was completely at peace, always had been, always would be. This machine could never be allowed to exist in this world. He promptly grabbed the huge robot and crushed it to smitherines with his bare clawed hands, even though it was made of titanium steel. As the realization of his situation sank in, Mr. Burns slid down the pillar he had been standing against and sat on the floor and began to sob. What was he going to do. The emperor, sensing Mr. Burns frustration, told him he and his team were more than welcome in this world, but they had to give up their war-like ways and adopt a peaceful outlook, or they would follow their machine to the grave. It didn’t take them long to make up their minds. Thank all you wonderful viewers and a special thanks to all of you that take the time to leave a remark! Very much appreciated!