Yeah, the whole thing does seem kinda bassackward, and that Pluto got it up the bassackwards as well. Imagine the planets walking into this conference room amid flashbulbs and jabbering paparazzi to meet with the scientists, eager to find out who it will be who gets to join their mighty ranks. "So, glad you all could make it," says the lead scientist, "but there's been a slight change in plans. Yeah, see, we've had some financial difficulties, and it turns out we won't be able to invite new members on the team after all." A collective "Awww," from the planets. "Ahem, um, not only that, but, Pluto? I'm afraid... we're going to have to let you go. It makes us very sad, but we just don't feel you're pulling as much weight as the rest of the planets." "But I have tenure!" "Yes, we know. Therefore, we've decided to transfer you to our new farm team, the Dwarf Planets!"