In the year 3004, Planet Express was bustling with its usual chaotic energy. Fry, the accidental time traveler from the 20th century, was busy messing with the delivery inventory. Bender, the lovable yet morally dubious robot, was drinking oil straight from the barrel, while Leela, the no-nonsense cyclops captain, was trying to organize their next mission.

The Professor shuffled in, waving a piece of paper wildly. “Good news, everyone!” he proclaimed with his usual gusto. “I’ve created a device that allows us to witness pivotal moments in history without altering the timeline!”

Bender raised an eyebrow plate. “Why watch the past when we could rob it?”

Ignoring him, the Professor continued, “This is a chance to observe history as it truly unfolded. We’ll be the greatest time tourists the universe has ever known!”

The crew reluctantly piled into the ship, curiosity piqued. The new device, which the Professor called the “Chrono-Lens,” was a sleek console embedded into the dashboard. With a few button presses, they could view any historical event.

Their first stop: Earth’s Jurassic period. Fry was ecstatic, pointing at dinosaurs stomping through lush greenery. “This is so much cooler than Jurassic Park!”

Bender, unimpressed, muttered, “Wake me when we get to the robot uprising of 2350.”

As the crew jumped between eras, they marveled at historical wonders: the signing of the Declaration of Independence, the construction of the Great Pyramid of Giza, even the first Moon landing. But things took a turn when Fry, true to form, accidentally pressed a button labeled “Chrono-Lens Interaction Mode.”

Suddenly, they found themselves no longer observing but standing in ancient Rome, right in the middle of the Senate. The senators turned, gawking at the futuristic intruders. Bender, never one to miss a chance for theatrics, immediately declared, “I am your new emperor, bow before me!”

Leela facepalmed. “Bender, stop messing around! We need to fix this.”

But the Romans were already kneeling. One particularly eager senator shouted, “All hail Emperor Bender!”

Fry, meanwhile, was distracted by a tray of grapes. “Hey, free snacks!”

The Professor frantically worked on the Chrono-Lens, trying to return them to their proper timeline. “We must leave before we cause irreparable damage to history!”

However, Bender was relishing his newfound power. He lounged on a throne, wearing a laurel wreath, demanding feasts and gladiatorial battles. Fry joined in, wearing a toga and rambling about how they should install a pizza parlor.

Leela, ever the responsible one, rounded up the crew. “We’re leaving. Now!”

Just as Roman soldiers stormed the Senate to arrest the intruders for public indecency—Fry and Bender had started a toga dance-off—the Professor activated the Chrono-Lens. They blinked out of existence, leaving behind a very confused Senate.

Back on the ship, Fry sighed. “That was fun. Can we go back to the dinosaur era next?”

The Professor glared at him. “Absolutely not! You’ve endangered the very fabric of history!”

But before anyone could argue, the Chrono-Lens sparked and fizzled. Smoke billowed out, and the console went dark.

“Looks like we’re stuck in the future again,” Leela said, crossing her arms.

Bender smirked. “Fine by me. I’m too awesome for the past anyway.”

The crew laughed, already forgetting the chaos they’d caused. After all, in the universe of Futurama, time was just another ridiculous obstacle to overcome on their never-ending journey of misadventure.