"Morty!" Rick belched, bursting into his grandson's bedroom, flipping on the lightswitch. His used to be sleeping grandson responded with a yelp, jumping awake. "W-w-what Rick?" Morty stammered groggily, shielding his eyes from the blaring light. "I got uuUUURP some thing to show you!"Rick said, as a burp erupted from the old man's bowels, and right into Morty's face. His hot breath reeked of alcohol, making his grandson cringe and turn his head to his clock. It read in bright red numbers 2:01 AM. Irritated from being woke up so early, the teen yelled at his grandfather. "Can't you see I'm trying to SLEEP?" The old scientist studied his grandson for a long moment. "No." Rick replied in utter deadpan.
"Aa-anyways, M-URRP- Morty! I-I-I gotta show you something." Rick continued, Grabbing his grandson by the foot, and started pulling him out of bed. Morty squirmed and fought as hard as he could. "No, Rick! I gotta get sle-" Morty was interrupted by his own head hitting the floor. "NOT TODAY!" Rick exclaimed, dragging Morty out of his room.
Rick escorted his drowsy grandson down the stairs and into the family's garage, otherwise known as Rick's Lab. There was a washing machine and dryer side-by-side next to the door. One wall had shelves full of "souvenirs" from many of the two's adventures. The other had tables arranged in a certain formation, holding all kinds of science equipment and abnormal inventions Rick has made.
Rick took Morty to a computer monitor on one of the science tables. "Y-y-you see this, Morty?" He shouted, pointing at the screen. "W-what is it, Rick?" Morty questioned, a bit hesitant to respond because of his grandfather's attitude towards him. "It's a device that de-BELCH- detects how many have access to interdimensional travel. T-there's only supposed to be ONE, Morty!" Rick shouted, flinging spit in Morty's face. Morty flinched, disgusted by the liquid on his cheek. "Oh jeez, Rick…" He whimpered, quickly wiping off the saliva. "I need a drink." Rick huffed as he pulled out his favorite gray flask, drinking some of the Hennessy X-O inside.
In the middle of space, a blue box drifted gently through the cosmos.
The Doctor climbed up the stairs to the main platform, and stood at the main console that illuminated the control room with an orange glow, watching the time rotor raise up and down at a rhythmic pace. "Well," the scottish Time Lord said to himself, "Today seems like a good day to go explore." He looked down at the familiar control panel, rubbing it gently. "What do you say, Old Girl?" A Deep, Loud bell rang through the TARDIS's many corridors reaching the Main Control Room. The Doctor's face grew to a horrified frown. "Oh no..." The TARDIS abruptly jerked to one side, and it's usual trumpeting noise was now distorted, glitching and sputtering. This wasn't good.