A man wakes up surrounded by clocks. By the end, he's become one, performing his only function for an audience of chickens while a bar spins on around him. The special doesn't explain why this is happening, it just watches him accept it with the same quiet resignation you'd give to any other morning. That acceptance is the entire point. Clock moves so fast you barely have time to ask what's real before it's already moved on to something weirder. It's the kind of thing that sticks because it knows exactly what it is and never apologizes for it.

After waking amid a pile of clocks, a man finds himself serving as a living cuckoo clock, performing for a crowd of chickens gathered in a bar. The single special is a brief, bizarre piece of animation built entirely around that peculiar setup.