In Time Flies, a flying carpet carrying a clock is whizzing across the horizon. The hands on clock are stretched out and collide with the hands of a second clock that is rising vertically. A third clock is just starting its orbit and adds another dimension to the fray.
Concurrently, a figure is tucked into a spaceship that is levitating higher and higher while spinning and churning faster and faster. Her eyes are open wide and her cheeks are flushed as she gets caught up in the air jetty created by the increasing speed.
Time is simply flying—fast and every which way.
TICK. TOCK. TICK. TOCK.