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The story begins inside Johnny's bedroom, where Johnny himself enters through the door. The boy is holding a laser gun.
"Okay, Dukey, I got my laser gun ready. Dukey? Dukey? Where are you, boy?"
Johnny looks around the room for his canine friend.
"Dukey, I know you're in here. I can smell you. Look, are we going to play laser tag or not?" asks Johnny.
Suddenly, Dukey's head pops out of a pile of Johnny's dirty clothes. He points a laser gun directly at Johnny's right eyeball.
"Looks like you didn't smell hard enough!" quips Dukey.
"Hey!" exclaims Johnny.
Dukey trudges out of the pile of socks and shirts before approaching Johnny.
"Sorry, I can't help it that you always fall for the dirty laundry pile," shrugs Dukey.
"Yeah, well, that was just a lucky shot. The real match doesn't start until we put on our vests!"
"I'm way ahead of ya!" states Dukey.
Dukey proceeds to give Johnny a laser gun vest, meanwhile Dukey puts his own vest on.
"Looking nice and nifty."
However, Johnny notices Dukey's vest has text on the back.
"What's pooches in arms?" asks Johnny.
Caught off guard by Johnny's question, Dukey turns his head to see "Pooches in Arms" written on the back of the black vest, in red. He promptly takes it off.
"Uh, whoops! Not the vest I meant to wear! You wait here while I go look in the closet!"
While Dukey tries to search for his laser gun vest, Susan and Mary run into the bedroom.
"Johnny, we need you for our latest experiment!" says Susan.
"Nice try, genius sisters. Me and Dukey are gonna play laser tag!"
Dukey returns from the closet, now wearing the correct vest. "If I beat Johnny for the one hundredth time, we're gonna get some free pizza!"
"Not gonna happen. I'll win this time!" proclaims Johnny.
"You're right about it not happening," states Mary.
"You're both still here?" inquires an annoyed Johnny.
"Yes, Johnny, and we're not leaving until you come to the lab," threatens Susan.
"Get outta the way! It's laser tag time!" claims Johnny.
"Uh, actually, I gotta go powder my nose. This thing doesn't get shiny by itself!"
"Sorry, your loser tag game's going to have to wait," retorts Susan.
"What's wrong with laser tag?" asks Dukey.
"Nothing. They just can't compare to our lasers!" states Mary.
"Ours can wipe out any atomic structure in seconds," claims Susan.
"Sorry, some of us don't like obliterating things out of existence," snarks Dukey.
Susan changes the subject. "Anyway, I recall a certain brother who made a specific promise this morning. Said pledge entailed partaking in our latest science experiment."
"But that was so long ago. You can't expect me to remember that!" states Johnny.
"Well, maybe next time don't make promises you can't keep," answers Mary.
"Can you believe this, Dukey?" asks an outraged Johnny.
"I don't know, Johnny. I think I'm with the girls on this one. The only honorable thing to do is commit to the promise."
"I think you mean lamest," quips Johnny.
"I'm glad you feel that way, Dukey. Because we're gonna need both of you!" states Mary.
"To the lab!" shouts Susan, as she and Mary grab Johnny and Dukey by their arms.
"Curse my virtuous nature!" yells Dukey.
Now in the laboratory, Susan and Mary prepare to present their latest creation to Johnny and Dukey.
"Okay, boys. Feast your eyes on..."
With Mary's help, Susan unveils their newest experiment.
The twins say in unison, "Our very own Matter Transmitter!"
"Huh. What does it do?" wonders Dukey.
Susan explains how it works. "As we know, anything made of matter usually stays in one place, unless it's organisms or objects propelled by gravity."
Mary then takes over. "But with the Matter Transmitter, it revolutionizes the ability to travel to one's destination. Any kind of matter, living or not, can be transferred from one place to another, without the need to move."
"You could be standing right here, but once you go inside the pods, you could appear in another room," adds Susan.
"Or country," says Mary.
"Or planet."
"Or universe!" states a gleeful Mary.
"Hmm, I don't know about that. We already broke the laws of physics with this one, Mary."
"Neat! So, if I'm understanding this right, you could appear anywhere in the world! From Africa to Antarctica!" states Dukey.
"Even better! It means we can send ourselves to Gil's room!" replies Mary.
The twins sigh before stating, "Gil Nexdor."
"Hey, John. You seem pretty quiet. Johnny? Johnny?"
Dukey looks down to see Johnny had fallen asleep, drooling on the floor.
"Uh, I think your explanations were a little too scientific," opines Dukey.
Dukey shakes him awake.
"Huh, wha?" says a disoriented Johnny.
"Look, Johnny. This is a lot like a TV: you and your atoms will essentially be broadcast into the other pod, but in theory you should come out exactly the same as before," claims Susan.
"Blah, blah, blah. Let's just get this over with so I can play laser tag." Johnny enters inside the left pod.
"Don't worry, Johnny. I'll be out here waiting for you," reassures Dukey.
"I don't think so," states Susan.
Dukey is confused. "Say wha?"
"You're going in with him," explains Mary.
"Uh, just a quick, teeny tiny little question."
Dukey pauses, before shouting "Are you nuts?"
"Dukey, the only way we can be sure going into Gil's room will work is if you and Johnny go in the pods at the same time," says Mary.
"To quote Susan, 'I don't think so.'"
"We anticipated that," states Mary.
Susan pulls out a steak from hammerspace. "Which is why we bought you the juiciest, biggest, and tastiest steak that we could find."
"And you'll notice it's a porterhouse," adds Mary.
Dukey licks his lips, having difficulty with the temptation. "P-p-porterhouse? You mean, t-bones? My favorite?"
"Yep. All yours, but only if you do this experiment," states Susan.
"Sounds good to me! Hey, John boy! Wait for me!"
With Dukey now inside the right pod, the Matter Transmitter seems to be working seamlessly, as within mere seconds, Johnny and Dukey walk out of the pods.
Susan is so excited, she drops Dukey's steak on the ground. "Perfect! Gil, here we come!"
"Okay, it's over. Can we go now?" asks Dukey..... except it was Johnny's voice coming out of Dukey's body!
Susan and Mary immediately realize something is wrong. "Uh oh."
Dukey exits his pod, now in Johnny's body.
"This is the worst headache of my life. Wonder where it's coming from," says Dukey.
"I think I know. You guys switched bodies!" states a worried Mary.
Johnny is skeptical. "Me, in Dukey's body? Yeah, right."
Seconds later, Johnny farts in his newfound dog body.
"Okay, I am."
Meanwhile, Dukey looks at his old body from a different point of view for the first time.
"Freaking out in 3, 2, 1." After the countdown, Dukey lets out a girlish scream.
Angered, Dukey confronts Susan and Mary.
"You couldn't just do an experiment on an apple, or find a cure for baldness. You know, like normal scientists?"
The twins answer him simultaneously. "Hmm... nah."
Dukey and the sisters notice Johnny using his paws to scratch himself.
"Man, Dukey, you need a flea dip," opines Johnny, using his leg to scratch behind his ear.
"You said nothing would happen to us!" shouts Dukey.
"No, we said in theory," claims Susan.
"Now you know why we do experiments, heh?" adds a sheepish Mary.
The sisters fail to quell Dukey's rage. "I want an explanation!"
"It's very simple. Because of electrical polarity, your brains became positively and negatively charged, which resulted in them temporarily fusing to form its own molecule," explains Mary.
"When the Matter Transmitter reformulated your bodies, your brains separated again, but also caused you two to exchange matter."
"Say wha?" asks a confused Johnny.
"Basically, you and Dukey swapped bodies," clarifies Mary.
"Johnny speak, please?"
"Machine make Johnny doggy," answers a mocking Susan.
A hyperventilating Dukey breathes in a paper bag, trying to calm down. However, he is so anxious that the bag pops.
"Dukey, chill. All we have to do is go back in the pods!" suggests Johnny.
Dukey eagerly pushes Johnny towards the Matter Transmitter. "Good idea, let's go for it!"
"No!" shout Susan and Mary.
"Why not?" asks Johnny.
"We don't know what will happen if you two go in again," admits Mary.
"You could return to normal," posits Susan.
"Okay, so let's go in!" states Dukey.
"Or both of your brains might melt," adds Mary.
"Of course."
"So, we have no choice but to recalibrate the Matter Transmitter to ensure you two return to your proper bodies," finishes Susan.
"You mean I'm stuck with these dog lips?" inquires Johnny, touching them with his paw.
"And this pointy head of hair?" Dukey touches it, yelping "Ow!" afterward.
"Yep," answers a blunt Susan.
"But the good news is, this mix up is immediately apparent," points out Mary.
Dukey replies with a sarcastic remark. "Yeah, no kidding."
"I never noticed how big your nose was," says Johnny, before he begins picking at his canine nostrils.
Susan continues Mary's sentence. "Point being, we should be able to fix it sooner than some of our other experiments that have gone wrong."
"Plus, we want it to work too so that we can see Gil's room!"
"Unbelievable! Your beloved brother and devoted dog just had their noodles scrambled, and all you can think about is Gil," states an annoyed Dukey.
"That's not true. Johnny isn't beloved," quips Susan.
Mary looks at Susan in shock.
"What? Too much?" asks Susan.
Reflecting on what's happened, Dukey notices his promised steak on the ground.
"Ah, steak. I know I can always count on you to help calm me down."
Just as Dukey is about to pick it up from the floor, Johnny swipes the steak using his teeth.
"Hey!" yells out a surprised Dukey. "Let go, Johnny! The girls promised me this steak!"
"Yeah, except I'm you now, which means this steak is mine!" claims Johnny.
"Oh, no you don't! You've been a dog for all of 10 minutes, I've been one my whole life! I deserve this steak more than you do!"
"But I'm so hungry!" insists Johnny.
"Really? Because I'm pretty sure you had meatloaf for dinner," remembers Dukey.
"I don't see how that proves me wrong."
Dukey demonstrates how meaningful steak is to him. "Look, Johnny. I know steak to you is just something to eat, but for dogs it's a way of life. It's all about making sure the cut is just right, creating the perfect meat and sauce balance, and licking bones until they're, well, bone dry!"
"So, like, every barbecue ever?" asks a sarcastic Johnny.
"Just give me the steak. Please?" Dukey begins to beg, as if he were still in his dog body.
"Huh. No wonder that never works on Dad, doesn't look cute when I do it," says Johnny. "There's only one way to settle this, boy."
The scene cuts to Johnny and Dukey fighting over the steak in a variation of tug of war, by using their teeth to try and claim the piece of meat. The duo growl at each other all the while.
Meanwhile, Susan and Mary have been quietly observing both their argument and steak fight.
"Gotta be honest, I'm not seeing much of a difference," believes Susan.
Later, Dukey is sitting on Johnny's bed, eating the steak he had won during his and Johnny's battle. He proceeds to pour some barbecue sauce on the meat, taking another bite out of it.
Johnny comes inside the bedroom. "So, we're still on for laser tag, right?"
"Seriously?" asks Dukey.
"But I've been wanting to play it all day!" whines Johnny.
"Uh, aren't you the least bit concerned we're in each other's bodies?" inquires Dukey.
"Whatever, you heard my sisters. It's gonna take a while to fix it. Doesn't mean we can't have fun as each other," reasons Johnny.
"No comprendo, Juanito."
"Sounds like you're chickening out because you're afraid of losing," claims Johnny.
"Oh, it's definitely not that. After all, you've never beaten me at it before," replies Dukey.
Johnny begins to mock Dukey, bawking like a chicken. Dukey looks on indignantly.
"Hit me with those laser beams!" declares Dukey.
"Then, come on! It closes in an hour!"
Johnny and Dukey are now playing laser tag in an indoor establishment. Hiding behind a neon green rock, Johnny darts his eyes back and forth. He attempts to crouch, however because of his now taller build, his dog head is shown poking above the rock.
Meanwhile, Dukey quietly walks on the ground on all fours, doing his best to avoid being tagged. However, he didn't anticipate that his hands would touch discarded food such as popcorn, gum, and a spilled soda with the lid exposed. His now human hand becomes sticky due to the above foods.
"Ew," says a disgusted Dukey. "Maybe I should have thought this through."
However, Johnny hears Dukey in the distance. Getting his laser gun ready, he points it at Dukey's now blond hair.
"Zap! I win!"
With the game over, Johnny and Dukey get up and slowly walk towards the exit.
"That was the best game of laser tag ever!" says an exuberant Johnny.
"Yep. It was pretty fun," agrees Dukey.
"About time I won! You always get me first, but zap! I got you!"
"Feels good to win, huh?" asks Dukey.
"I was like a ninja, slowly stalking you and noticing your every move. Then, once I heard you, I knew I'd win the game! And I did!" relates Johnny.
"You're certainly not lacking in confidence."
"Aw, it's okay, Dukey. You'll win next time. If I don't hear you first!" quips Johnny.
"Anyway, we should be getting home. You have to go to school tomorrow," states Dukey.
"Really? Because my tail would tell me otherwise."
Dukey has a realization. "Wait, that's right! Instead of you going to school, it'll be me! And you'll be..."
"At home all day long! It's gonna be so awesome!" states an excitable Johnny.
The following morning, Dukey is brushing his teeth just as Johnny walks in. Dukey sees Johnny's reflection in the mirror, spitting out all the toothpaste in his mouth.
"Don't you ever knock?" inquires Dukey.
"Oh, come on. You're in my pajamas," states Johnny.
"Yeah, but I might not have been!"
"So, you brush your teeth naked?" asks Johnny, raising an eyebrow.
"Well, yeah. I'm a dog, remember?" inquires a rhetorical Dukey. "Be lucky I even remembered to put these on."
"That reminds me. Since I'm gonna be you for a while, I thought I'd work on my Dukey impression."
"They say imitation is the sincerest form of flattery. Go on ahead," encourages Dukey.
Johnny proceeds to clear his throat, before saying "Hey, I'm Dukey. I swallow loads of coffee, eat steak for every meal, and say sarcastic remarks!"
Dukey is thoroughly unimpressed by the impersonation, especially because Johnny sounded exactly the same as he always does.
"Okay, wiseguy, how about this?" Dukey pauses before saying in a whiny voice, "I'm Johnny. I don't listen to anybody but myself, think chocolate is a vegetable, and am so lazy, I can't even spell the word because it takes too much effort!"
Johnny thinks for a moment, before offering critique. "Cut back on the moaning, be more pushy and then you got it."
Dukey rolls his eyes, just as he is about to head out of the bathroom.
"Oh, by the way. When you drink from the toilet, do you flush first or just slurp it?" inquires Johnny.
"Ha ha, dog jokes. Very funny, Johnny," answers a sarcastic Dukey.
"It wasn't a joke! I want to know. Don't know if it's because of your taste buds, but it looks really tasty."
"Stir it just a little bit and you're good to go," claims Dukey.
Now in the kitchen, Johnny grabs a cup of coffee from the fridge.
"Guess now's as good a time as any to see what's so great about this stuff," states Johnny.
After taking one sip, Johnny immediately spits out all the coffee in his mouth.
"Bleh! Why does Dukey like this? It tastes like barf!"
Johnny uses his paws to wipe off any remaining coffee from his tongue.
Dukey, now dressed in Johnny's daily wear, walks into the room seconds after. He has a dour expression on his face while drinking a bottle of Red Gush.
"Dukey no coffee equals Dukey no likey."
Johnny and Dukey look at each other, before opting to swap drinks.
Johnny chugs the Red Gush like there's no tomorrow. "Ah, that's better."
"At least I still have you, my sweet," says Dukey, caressing his cup of coffee before drinking from it.
The school bus stops at the Test household, waiting to pick up Johnny.
"Sounds like the bus is here. You don't want to miss it. Of course, I don't have to go to school and get to do whatever I want," says a beaming Johnny.
"See ya later, Johnny. Don't do anything I wouldn't do. Ah, who am I kidding? You will," states Dukey with resignation.
"Glad you understand, boy. Have fun learning about boring dead people. And don't worry! I'll be home all day scratching my butt!" says an assuring Johnny.
"Yeah, that's about what I expected."
Dukey leaves the house and gets on the bus, as Johnny looks on. He waves with his paw as the bus drives away.
"Yes!" cries out a triumphant Johnny, lifting his paw up in the air.
Johnny rushes back inside the house.
"It's 8:00 AM, do you know where your Johnny is? He's at home, being a dog!"
Now on the couch, Johnny asks himself "What's a boy staying home all day to do? Ooh, I know this one! Watch TV!"
Johnny uses the remote to turn on the television set. However, Hugh walks in shortly after.
"Ugh, I have told Johnny time and time again to turn the TV off before he goes to school. It's a waste of electricity! But does he care? No!"
Hugh grabs the remote, and shuts off the TV. He then notices Johnny, unaware he is in Dukey's body.
"Dukey, can you get off the couch? I need to dust the cushions," says Hugh.
Johnny complies, heading towards his bedroom on all fours with a sneaky grin. He retreats to his bed, where he jumps up and down on it.
As he continues to jump, Johnny says "No more, 'Johnny, you need to go to school, mister!' Or 'Dear, please eat your vegetables!' Now, I get to do whatever I want!"
However, Johnny hits his head on the ceiling after this statement.
A dizzy Johnny wearily corrects himself. "Except that."
Now recovered, he turns his bedroom TV on. A blank, white screen appears on the monitor.
"Welcome to the Boring Channel. We'll talk about the most mind numbing things you can imagine. Sit back and prepare to be apathetic."
Johnny has his remote in paw. "Yawn."
"The Paint Drying Channel! Where you can watch a freshly applied coat of paint slowly but surely become dry, 24 hours a day with no commercial interruptions!"
Turning the TV off, Johnny says "Okay, so much for TV."
Johnny contemplates his options. Just then, he notices a controller on the ground and grabs it from his bed.
"Oh, video games. My one and only love."
Meanwhile, Dukey has entered inside Porkbelly Junior High.
"Considering I know where Johnny's classroom is, how to open his locker, and can forge his handwriting, it shouldn't be hard pretending to be him."
Dukey thinks for a few seconds, before following up with "Maybe I know a little too much."
As he continues walking down the halls, he accidentally bumps into Sissy.
Sissy scolds him. "Hey! Watch where you're going, Test!"
"I'm so sorry, Sissy! Here, let me help you up," offers Dukey.
However, Sissy gets back on her feet without difficulty. "Wait. Did you just... apologize to me?"
"Of course! You didn't get hurt or anything, did you?" asks a concerned Dukey.
"I'm fine, I guess?"
"That's good to hear. Hope the rest of your day is better," states Dukey, as he leaves the area.
Sissy looks back at who she believes is Johnny, scratching the back of her head.
Dukey proceeds to enter Johnny's classroom, joining the other children.
"Johnny! You're... early?" says a surprised Mr. Teacherman. "Well, you're gonna need that extra time, because today is a pop quiz!"
The class all groan.
"Don't worry, you'll all do fine. It's Johnny who should worry, I gave him the toughest questions!" chuckles Mr. Teacherman.
Mr. Teacherman gives Dukey his test, as the latter looks nervously at the blank piece of paper.
Back in Johnny's bedroom, he lays on the floor with his stomach, button mashing his controller while playing Smash Badger 4.
"And now the score is Johnny 24, Dr. Swampbrain a big fat zero. Except for those two levels where he cheated, but that's what resetting is for!"
As Johnny pats himself on the back, his stomach gurgles.
Johnny speaks to his own stomach. "You're right, this calls for a celebration. Time to raid the kitchen!"
Now looking through the cupboards, Johnny grabs a smorgasbord of food.
"Chips, cookies, corn dogs, strawberry doughnuts and some Red Gush. Yep, all the food groups are represented here."
However, with his now more sensitive hearing, Johnny is alerted to his father approaching the kitchen.
"It's Dad! I gotta hide!"
Strapped for time, Johnny stows himself away in a cupboard above the sink, complete with his snacks. However, his tail is dangling out of the closed door.
"No time like the present to prep tonight's dinner! Since meatloaf's always a winner, we'll go with that! But I need to find a way to spice it up a bit. Hmm..."
Hugh turns around, and notices Johnny's tail sticking out.
He is confused. "Huh, that's strange. I don't remember us having this type of handle."
Hugh pulls on the tail, with Johnny covering his mouth so he doesn't scream in pain.
"They certainly don't make them like they used to. Let me try another one," states Hugh, as he leaves the tail be.
With Hugh's back turned, Johnny makes a run for it, also taking a swig of Red Gush.
Now in his bedroom, Johnny takes a deep breath before shouting "Ow!" at the top of his lungs.
Back at Porkbelly Junior High, Dukey is awaiting the results of his pop quiz. Mr. Teacherman gives everyone their graded tests.
"B, F, D, F, C."
Mr. Teacherman stops upon reaching Dukey's desk. "Wait a second, this can't be right. Johnny got an A! I must have graded the wrong paper, you've never gotten anything higher than a D before on a pop quiz."
"It has my name on it, and my handwriting," claims Dukey.
"So it does. It's just a surprise coming from you, since you always struggle with multiple choice questions. Something's not right about this, but I can't prove it, so good job."
Dukey smiles at having aced a test stacked against Johnny.
Later, at the school cafeteria, Dukey sits down at a table by himself when Sissy approaches him.
"Oh, hi Sissy. How are you doing?" inquires Dukey.
"Um, okay?" states an uncertain Sissy.
"That's good."
"Uh, Test, did I give you brain damage this morning?" asks Sissy.
"No, why?" wonders Dukey.
"Because you've been nothing but nice to me all day. What's wrong with you?"
"So, let me get this straight. You're mad when Johnny-I mean, I'm mean to you, yet you're still mad when I'm nice? Make up your mind, woman!" shouts Dukey, as the entire lunchroom stares at him walking away.
Sissy comments to herself, "Okay, that's more like it."
Johnny, still in his bedroom, has eaten all the food he grabbed earlier, and is now so stuffed he has a prominent, protruding stomach.
"Man, this is great! I can play video games all day, don't have to study for dumb tests, and nobody's gonna bug me! Dukey never told me how much fun it was to be him!"
However, Johnny's weight gain makes it hard for him to move on the bed.
"Now, if I could just... reach the controller... but it's so far away..."
Dukey opens the door. "Hey, John! I'm back from school! How'd your-"
He stops talking upon noticing Johnny on the bed. "What have you done with my body?" he shouts.
"Hey, don't sweat it. I'll just have Susan and Mary juice me in the lab."
Dukey takes a look at the TV, noticing the Smash Badger logo.
"Let me guess. All you did today was play video games and eat sugar," says a nonplussed Dukey.
"Shows how much you know! I had salty snacks, too," answers Johnny. He lets out a large belch, as Dukey whiffs it away.
"Dukey, how come you never told me how great it was to be a dog?" asks Johnny.
"Gee, Johnny, I don't know. It's not like I told you countless times, and that every single time I explained it to you, you'd always tune me out."
"Sorry, when you talk like that, I get sleepy," says a disinterested Johnny. "So, school. How was it? Boring and dull as always, huh?"
"Well, since you kindly asked," states a sarcastic Dukey. "School wasn't so bad. I got an A, so that's something. But, I'm more concerned I'm depriving you of your education."
"Eh, who needs school when you're a dog who plays video games?" asks a rhetorical Johnny.
"Johnny, a mind is a terrible thing to waste," claims Dukey. "I bet you didn't even read anything at all today."
"Did so! I read the whole Smash Badger instruction manual."
"Which brings me to my next point... tomorrow, I want you outside. The sun's good for my coat," states Dukey.
"Sure! I'll get some sun... by opening up the curtains! That way, I can still play video games!" exclaims Johnny.
"You know, Johnny, playing video games too much will give you blisters," warns Dukey.
"Ugh. Even in my body, you're still a killjoy."
"A killjoy who cares. Don't say I didn't warn you," says Dukey, as he leaves the bedroom.
"Wait! You need to take me to the lab, remember?" asks Johnny, before he rolls off the bed.
Johnny and Dukey are now in the laboratory. As Johnny's fat is juiced off screen, Dukey talks to the twins.
"So, any idea when I can have my old body back? And, you know, not worrying about what Johnny might be doing as me?"
Mary assures Dukey. "Relax, we're on it. It'll probably only take us a day to fix it."
"More likely a week," chimes in Susan.
A hesitant Mary says with a shrug, "But realistically... a month."
"A month? I don't want to be Johnny for a month! Dog years have taken enough from me already!" despairs Dukey.
"I'm sorry, Dukey. But science is very intricate, we have to make sure the coordinates are just right before you two go in again," states Mary.
Now outside of the juicer, Johnny - in what is usually Dukey's body - is back to its normal weight.
"So, what's up?" inquires Johnny.
"It's gonna take a while before we can figure out how to swap you two back," explains Susan.
"Hey, take your time! Being Dukey is awesome!"
"Wow. That's the first time someone called me awesome," smiles Dukey.
"I didn't say you were awesome, I said your body was!" clarifies Johnny.
Johnny passes gas seconds after this statement.
"Ah..."
Dukey has a crestfallen look on his face. "Oh, my mistake. Well, I'm glad you're having a blast being me, but-" Dukey is interrupted by Johnny's stench. "Phew! Do I really smell that bad?"
Susan and Mary instantly reply with, "Yes."
Having had his feelings hurt twice in a row, Dukey becomes overwhelmed.
"Excuse me, but I have to go cut some onions!" Dukey leaves the lab, as he cries.
"He can break wind constantly, but can't stand the smell of it," quips Susan.
Retreating to Johnny's bed, Dukey is still upset.
"Silly me to think I was awesome. Of course Johnny likes my body better than he does me. If I had the choice, I'd rather have my old body back. But instead, I'm stuck living the life of a boy named Johnny Test."
Music from the theme song plays in the background. "Hey, that sounds vaguely familiar."
The text To be continued appears as Dukey ponders the familiar sound.
Unexpectedly, Dukey lifts up the screen, exposing a black background featuring him and Johnny.
"Wait! What do you mean to be continued? Does this mean I'm gonna be him even longer? I can't handle all this stress!"
Dukey runs off into the darkness, while Johnny simply says "Ha ha, sweet."