Rick and Morty: Stories Chapter 1: The good and the Rick-less, a rick and morty fanfic

Rick and Morty: The good and the Rick-less

This is The raccon master! I've decided to start working on a small fanfic of the show, because I really like it. The story might get updated after, but this is the first episode idea I've had. If you aren't into script-style fanfics, don't read it. Also, Total Drama Charge will be continued, so don't worry about that. Finally, please note this is an imaginary episode of season 3, but not the premiere one.

''And awayyyy, we gooo!'' - Rick Sanchez, in all of our hearts.

(The episode starts off in what seems like an oustide market, on an alien planet. Rick and Morty are walking amongst people of various species, looking at tables on which are disposed various interesting items, being sold by alien merchants. Rick drinks a bit from his usual alcohol container. Rick stops to buy a turquoise, oval shaped fruit from a pink elephant-like life form. He bites into it and smiles, then pats Morty on the shoulder.)

Rick, drunk: You... you see Morty, there are a lot of *burps* nice... nice stuff in here. Like this fruit I just bought for 20 flurbos, it tastes like, like Vodka! Real nice, not shitty vodka, *burps* BITCH!

Morty, intrigued: Vodka? You... (He scratches his head.) For real?

Rick, eating the fruit: Yeah, like *burps* vodka, Morty. Oh, and if you're trying to get some from me, you... you should know the answer is definitely, *burps* no. It's already hard enough for me to be drunk like that right now, I... I wouldn't want you to, you know, belch and be all stupid and mean, alright? I mean, damn son, look at me!

(Rick stops, staring at a table. He takes Morty and drags him with him, throwing the fruit in Morty's face accidentally.)

Morty, angry: Jeez, Rick, couldn't you, I don't know, like, learn how to throw, or something? And w-where are you going?

Rick: Don't worry, you cunt. There's a really cool gadget on this... table.

(They walk to it, and Rick talks to the seller. The merchant seems to be a Gromflomite, with a huge gray beard.)

Rick,in the seller's face: How... how much d'you WANT for this *burps* shit? I... can pay you... a lot of money...

Seller: You need to pay me in Zeekaborgs if you want to buy this.

Morty, to Rick, pulling his arm: Rick, do you even have these on you? I mean, yo-you gotta have the right kind of money to, you know, pay him.

Rick, awfully stupid and loud because of his drunkness: OF COURSE I DON'T HAVE DAMN ZEEKABORGS, THEY'RE USED BY ONLY 0.1 PERCENT OF THE GALAXY'S POPULATION! (He whispers) But it's... it's okay because this alien guy, Morty, he's a, he's a real (fucking; bleeped out.) dumbass, *burps* Morty! (He turns to the seller.) You- you heard that? You're a stupid traitor, and I BET YOU (He pauses to drink) didn't even watch season 19 of the Inter Dimensionnal Dr Phil show!

Seller, about to object: Actually, I'll let you know I HAVE and...

(A Stranger in a dark brown cloak comes and puts his money on the table. He is a physically built white man with a brown beard, only one eye and brown and gray hair. The seller stops and looks at the money. He takes it and counts it. His eyes go wide and he gives the gadget to the man. )

Seller, to Rick: 5000 Zeekaborgs. They have the same value as 250 000 of your useless, shitty-ass American dollars, sir. Just by looking at you, I doubt you'd have had enough money to pay for this item. Plus, it wasn't for anyone: you can destroy dimensions with it. (He whispers) It's not for pussies.

(Rick and Morty's eyes expand, and they look at each other. Morty is about to say something to Rick, but Rick's flying saucer comes crashing on the seller and his stand. Blood is splattered everywhere and aliens are running and screaming in fear. )

Rick, getting in the vehicle: C'mon, Morty, we both... we both know no (fucking; bleeped out) invention is powerful enough to do that. (Morty puts his seatbelt on, petrified, and Rick drives the ship into space.)

(The theme show plays. It is the season 3 one, as it will appear on television.)

(At the Smiths' home, Summer is typing on her phone, while Beth and Jerry are watching television. Jerry has the remote and Beth holds a glass of wine. Rick and Morty enter the home.)

Morty: H-hey mom! Hey dad! Hey Summer! W...what are you guys doing?

Summer, without looking up: Isn't it obvious? As long as I know, you've got eyes, brother. You should be able to see and know what we are doing.

Rick, walking to the garage: Jeez, someone's been hitting puberty hard. If anyone needs me, I'll be working on some stuff in the garage. Please knock before you enter, alright?

(Exit Rick. Jerry turns off the television. He stands up and pats Morty on the head, smiling.)

Jerry, to Beth: Honey, could you please come with me? (She looks at him, unsure) Please...

(Beth sighs and leaves her glass next to the sofa before following Jerry. They go to their room. After entering it, Beth closes the door.)

Beth: What is it you wanted to tell me?

Jerry, scratching his head and facing the door: Well, I think you know that I really, really love you, and that nothing in my heart has changed since we first met. I just want to make sure that, you know, everything is fine; that you still love me and that I haven't done anything that you disliked recently. (He turns to Beth, that looks at him, a small look of pity in her eyes.) Look,uh... What I am trying to say is, I want us to go on a romantic dinner date tonight -if you're okay with that- so we can spend some alone time and be together as a couple. Also, I don't only want our relationship to be well, I... (He smiles shily at her.) Remembered it's our couple anniversary today!

Beth, touched: Aww, Jerry... (She hugs him and sheds a tear.) Of course I'll go on a date with you! Do you have everything planned, already?

(Jerry nods with confidence as Beth jumps into his arms, happy. She goes to his ear and whispers.)

Beth: I'll make sure I wear my best robe tonight.

(Cut to the Smiths' garage, where Rick seems to be lighting up a small piece of metal on fire, before dropping it in an unknown purple liquid in an erlenmeyer, which then disappears and teleports itself over on the ceiling, hanging down like gravity doesn't affect it anymore. Rick looks at it in amazement, but suddenly Morty swings the door open and enters the room. The erlenmeyer falls on the ground, splattering the liquid everywhere.)

Rick, angry at Morty: God (fucking; bleeped out) damnit, Morty! WHAT DID I SAY?

Morty, trying to remember: Uh, you said, that...

Rick: I told everyone to knock before entering, because I was working on some stuff in the garage! (He points at the mess on the floor) You-you-you see that, Morty? That's the fruit of many years of research that were done sollely by me! I've done so many tests that led to this one, it's... it's a disaster! I had created an electrolytic solution that reacted to metal as a half-liquid, half anti-matter, dawg! It could defy gravity, and you just... you just, come into, into here and slam the door and make all of it fall to pieces, Morty...

(Morty comes to Rick, slaps him and pulls him down to his face.)

Morty, a bit agressive: Listen, Rick, I... I uh, got a problem, you see... (He calms down and starts scratching his head.) My, you know, my... My manhood? It's... It's disappeared.

Rick, not buying it: Oh, so your dick is not there anymore, huh?

Morty, nervous: I can't, you know, I can't just come in and... and lie to your face, Rick! My penis has disappeared! It was here this morning, it was here when we went to that alien market place, but uh, when I wanted to, you know, stroke my wiener just a while ago, I... I discovered that I didn't have it anymore. It's just gone!

(Rick looks at Morty, pokerfaced, not saying anything. He goes to his fridge, takes out a beer and starts drinking it.)

Morty,frowning upon Rick: You're not buying this, are you? I can show you a proof.

Rick, spitting his beer on the floor: Puh-lease Morty, I'm not an easily impressed 15 year old basic ass hoe. (Censored: n word), I don't want to see your tiny sword.

(Morty takes off his pants. Rick looks away. Morty starts going after his grandpa in the garage.)

Rick, running away from Morty: Gross, Morty! Even worse than an eight legged crab spider from an alternate dimension! I- *burps* am not taking a look at that.

(Morty literally jumps over his grandpa. He is now completely naked, but nothing is censored. There literally isn't anything down there. He looks at Rick, grabbing his neck, and lets himself fall down.)

Morty, satisfied of himself: Now, what do you say?

Rick, sarcastic: I was expecting better from you, you know? You didn't tell me your testicles were gone too.

(Still in the garage, Morty and Rick are sitting and eating delivered pizza. Rick is holding a pizza slice in one hand and using a wrench to, it seems, fix a part of a small, opened machine, over his work desk. The machine looks similar to the one he used in a rickle in time. It has a small screen and a keyboard, and displays names on its sreen. The camera zooms on the machine's screen to show that the names are all dimension names. Rick stops using the wrench and puts the machine's bottom back where it was. He types a code on the keyboard, which activates an AI. Note that Morty was watching all along.)

AI, with a stereotypical American black men's voice: Welcome, Rick Sanchez. What can i do for you?

Rick, while eating his pizza slice: Marco, please find me all the existing dimensions you can, and tell me how many there are.

Marco: Processing... (Marco lets out a few bleeps and bloops before finding results.) There are presently pretty much 3 .1016 dimensions. However, they are decreasing at an alarming rate that I damn can't measure!

(Rick looks in the air, alarmed. He turns to Morty.)

Rick: Morty, d'you remember the time I told you there is an infinite amount of dimensions?

Morty: Yeah, I do... It was a while ago.

Rick: Well, turns out it's more complicated then that. You see,*burps* since the start of the multiverse, well uh... dimensions have been created exponentially. I've scientifically proven that there was only one dimension in the start, and then others started appearing. (Rick looks at Morty, who is staring at Rick with a confused look on his face.)

Morty, scratching his head: I... I'm trying to get it Rick, but I just don't see it. Could you, you know, reformulate it for me?

Rick, a bit angry: It's like pimples; pimples on your face, Morty! When you're a teen, it starts slow, but then you become an ugly shit, even more complicated and bad than before! (Rick grasps his head, exasperated) This guy in the market, Morty, you know, the uh *burps* guy with the... with the cloak? He bought this machine, that could create dimensions. I *burps* didn't believe this (motherfucking; bleeped out) seller, but turns out this machine exists, and I have all the possible good reasons to believe that the cloaked guy really wants to... to use it to destroy all the dimensions, one by one, Morty! It could be possible, because even though dimensions are created pretty fast, based on what my boy Marco (He points at the machine) told us, the asshole could use the machine and anything he-he-he wants to power it! (He starts shaking Morty like if he was a small tree.) If we don't do anything, the whole Multiverse is going to crumble apart!

Marco, saving the situation: Rick Sanchez, I have good my super-computer, I've scanned all the dimensions one by one, and I was able to locate the dimension the... Destroyer lives in. He uses portals just like you do, but with all due respect, he has better technology than you, DAWG!

(Rick goes to take alcohol from his fridge starts chugging it after opening it.)

Morty: Oh boy... We... have to do something, Rick!

Rick, direct: Yup, and that is exactly why I'm sending you there, dipshit.

(Morty's eyes widen and his face twitches a little.)

(We are now at at fancy restaurant, where Jerry and Beth are spending their couple anniversary like they agreed to before. We get to see the whole restaurant from inside. The entrance, the bathrooms, the kitchens, the tables, the stairs to a private room, the bar and lounge area and all the lights suspended from the ceiling. They are sitting, facing each-other and holding hands. Jerry looks at Beth, who smiles in return. After a few seconds, a waiter arrive. He has a small mustache, black hair, brided eyes and glasses.

Waiter: Hello sir, hello madam, my name is Jack. May I offer you anything to drink? If I may suggest, tonight's wine is a real classic. (He does the ''perfect'' sing with his signs.)

Jerry: Um, yes, we'll have a bottle, right Beth?

(She seems to be lost in her thoughts, but answers when Jerry touches her shoulder.)

Beth: What? Yes, we'll have wine, excuse-me, ha... I must be in the moon. (She laughs nervously.)

(Jack the waiter leaves. Jerry presses his hand on Beth's and looks at her, concerned.)

Jerry: Is... is everything alright?

Beth, nostalgic: Yeah... It's just... I whish that, we could go back in time, and I miss the days we started being... together. I have nothing against our relationship right now, but, you know, these were... good old days. (She smiles at Jerry)

Jerry, understanding: I know what you feel, but there is no need to be stressed and want to live these moments again. Even though our marriage has been sometimes hard over the recent years, we both still love each other and this -our date at the restaurant- is an occasion to celebrate our couple. (He leans in to Beth and kisses her lightly.) Wait for me just a minute, I've gotta go pee. Sorry, but I will do it quickly.

Beth, smiling: Okay.

(Beth takes a sip of wine as Jerry leaves the table, going to the bathroom. He opens the door, and goes to a stall. He unzips his pants and starts peeing. Actually, he notices nothing comes out. He makes weird faces, before looking down. He looks back up, gulps.)

Jerry, horrified and very loud: WHERE IS MY WIENER?!

(The waiter enters the bathroom, horrified just like Jerry, and his pants down. He panics and runs to Jerry.)

Jack the waiter: MINE IS GONE TOO!

(They start crying to tears in their arms, hugging. Soon, the bathroom is filled with men, all sobbing about their missing manhoods. The camera cuts back to the room, more specifically Beth and Herry's table, where she is waiting with a bored look on her face. She hears all the screams and cries and runs immediately to the bathroom, soon followed by all the women in the restaurant. A pot, filled with boiling water, is shown to explose, unsupervised. Cue to Beth, kicking the bathroom door open.)

Beth, mixed: What the (fuck; bleeped out) is going on here?

(Suddenly, a portal rips open from the bathroom's ceiling. Another one appears in the ground. One tall and slender man in a suite falls through both portals continuously, going through the ceiling, then through the floor.)

Jerry, crying: I DON'T GET IT! HOW CAN IT NOT BE THERE ANYMORE?!

(Undiscernable yells are heard, and some women go to comfort and interrogate the men. Beth pushes a woman to the ground, climbs on her back and yells for everyone's attention.)

Beth, ordering: EVERYONE, CALM DOWN! THERE MUST BE AN EXPLANATION TO THIS!

(Finally, the men that was falling in the portals stops falling as the portals close. He walks to Beth and shows the people a badge. We can notice he wears gloves.)

Portal Man: Andrew McAndrew, Interdimensional Organ Disappearance Police Inspector. I've come to handle this hard dick case.

(We can now see Morty, walking on the surface of a planet in another dimension. He is wearing a helmet and an audio gadget, so he looks like the team in Anatomy Park, albeit a bit different. He watches in amazement as weird plant-fish-bird things roam the sky and feathered octopuses that shoot acid roam the earth. Note that Morty continues walking while talking to Rick and other things can be seen.)

Rick, through the ear apparel: M... *burps* Morty, can you hear me?

Morty, looking around: Roger, 5 on 5, Rick! This place is awesome!

Rick: Yeah, well don't be too sure. In this dimension, the Earth is way different. I don't know exactly what happened, but uh, you know, probably the typical, this happened and now everybody's dead kind of... Of shit. Be careful what you do.

Morty, worried: Rick, w-w-wait! Why don't you, you know, come over here with me too? I mean, I'm pretty sure it'd be safer and there would be way less chances of us failing if you were here too. I-I'm just the... teenage boy, somewhat expendable, not necessary to a lot of things, but you... you're a genius, Rick!

Rick: Yeah, well, I've already given you a copy of my portal gun. Use it if you... you need it, and only if. Don't forget about the lava pistol either! I will supervise the mission and see what you see through the eye implant I put on you. If anything goes to hell, I will come rushing in with anything necessary to... save the situation, alright? (There is a small pause. Rick breathes deeply.) I just want you to be a hero for today, but without *burps* me, because, uh, I believe in you, Morty!

Morty, touched: Awww, you... you really mean that? That is, uh, so sweet man! Cus, you know, I... I've been on all sorts of adventures with you, but it always felt, like... like I needed you to be okay, like you were the leader of the mission, always giving me, giving me orders and doing your job. Now I realise, you actually think of me as way better than I thought, and I think that's really flattering. The only thing more flattering than that, would probably be if you actually let me get Jessica to, I guess, tag along on a next adventure, but...

Rick, annoyed: Just keep walking Morty! We'll have time for a talk later. I'm... I'm already full of your words and need a break.

(Morty frowns. His fists are clenched.)

Morty: Alright, I think I see something. It's somekind of grey brick, small square building.

Rick: Walk to it.

(Morty obeys, but he is suddenly taken into the air by some kind of pterodactyl, which lifts Morty with its claws. Morty drops his lava pistol and portal gun accidentally. Morty screams. The winged creature turns its head and spits a small living being from its mouth. This being proceeds to walk to Morty and steal his ear and eye implants.. The camera cuts to Rick, in the garage. He throws his portal gun on the wall.)

Rick, desesperate and mad: (Fuck; censored) I don't have any (fucking; censored) battery left in this (motherfucking; censored) portal gun! Morty's (fucking; censored) doomed! (He turns to Marco, the super dimensionnal computer.) Marco, could you help me with anything?

Marco: Don't want to worry you, Rick Sanchez, but I think you're right: Morty's (fucking; censored) doomed.

Rick, sarcastic: Oh joy! That's all I ever hoped for.

(We can only see pitch black on the screen. A voice is heard. It is low and masculine, with a small british accent.)

Voice: Morty, wake up. I will give you anything you need. I hope my ptero-Daryl didn't hurt you too much.

(Morty opens his eyes, we can see that he is on a long chair, in a lab, and looking around him. The man is the same one that got the dimension destroying machine at the alien market. One eyed, bearded, muscular, brown and gray haired. This time he wears no cloak.)

Morty, sleepy: Who... who are you, and where am I?

Stranger: I don't want to alert you, so I'll say it slowly. Welcome to my dimension! I have figured out that it's your grandpa Rick that sent you. You are in the lab of the last person on Earth, at least in this dimension. You see, to make it simple, I am you. I am Morty Smith.

(Morty's eyes grow bigger. He can't believe it.)

Morty: That's impossible! You-you-you're just lying!

Survivor Morty, serious, and walking around his lab: Absolutely not. You see, the thing that happened here is quite terrible. After my Rick succeeded into cleaning our Earth from the Cronenbergs, and making everyone normal again, there was a highly dangerous and contagious disease. I verified and it only happened in my dimenstion. So, everyone was dying at a tremendously fast rate, and at this point, Jerry had decided to tell the whole world that Rick was going to be the only man capable of saving us all from the plague. (He looks at Morty, then looks away.) However, when Rick finally found a cure for it, most of the world was already dead, so he saw it as useless and destroyed it. Our family survived by chance, and also thanks to the defense system he had installed over the house. However, the ressources were scarce outside, and Summer had somehow gotten the virus, even after spending the last six months inside. She died. Finally, Rick gave me all the knowledge he had before killing himself. After his death, because I wanted to be in pain for a lot less longer, I created a machine that ages me way faster than I would naturally, and I killed my Beth and Jerry to end their sufferings. It's been only a few months since I became the last person on Earth, and have lived inside here, as well as created animals and made myself a farm. (He walks to Morty, and speaks in his face.) Any questions?

Morty, traumatized by what Survivor Morty had to go through, but still needing to know: Why do you have a British accent?

(Survivor Morty thinks for a second. He smiles.)

Survivor Morty: That is something I don't know.

(Morty tries to divert Survivor Morty's attention. He looks by the lab's only window.)

Morty: Oh my god, is that Jessica? It totally is! Man, she looks so... hot right now, you should see this!

(Survivor Morty laughs, amused and devilish.)

Survivor Morty: D'you really think I will fall for that? I want to destroy all universes so mine can be all bak to normal and the only one remaining. You won't change anything to my plans.

(Back at the restaurant's bathroom. Andrew McAndrew is in the middle of the room. Questions are being asked to him from the four corners of the room.)

Unknown bearded man: Do you think our sticks will come back?

Unknown granny: I am not staying with Bob if he doesn't have his penis! Could you make it come back?

Bob, angry: 50 years of mariage and she says that!

Unknown small black woman with a huuuuuge Afro: Ain't nobody gonna take my Tyrone's wand and get away with it; not without any consequences, I can tell you that!

Unknown bald man: Maybe we're all getting punished for our sins. I made out with a goat once.

(We see Jerry jump in Beth's arms. She looks less than pleased.)

Jerry, desesperate: Why the (fuck; censored) are dimensions implicated in this? I don't know, do some aliens want to use my dong to put it in the heart of someone?

(Beth gets angry at everyone for their annoying questions and comments.)

Beth, really mad: EVERYBODY LISTEN UP! I THINK WE SHOULD LET INSPECTOR MC ANDREW TALK. (She turns to him, everybody listening. Beth is now calm.) Inspector, please.

Inpector Andrew McAndrew: Thank you ma'am. As you all know, the times have been hard today. I know it must be a bit of a hard ride for you, but all in all, you are all stiff men, like always. Anywho, this case is really penetrating us all. We men all wish to not lose our joypads. You women wish to play with them, and it is understandable. Now, the only thing I can do is interrogate you one by one. I have to see if the disappearances all came along at the same time. (He points to Jerry.) I'll start with this man. Tell me, uh... Tell us what happened.

Jerry, talking really fast: So, my wife and I had planned to come to the restaurant to have a romantic couple anniversary dinner. We got served wine, and everything was normal. But, when I went to the bathroom to go pee, I discovered the horrible truth. My manhood was gone, and so was the one of all of these other men.

(All the men agree. The inspector pauses to think. He exits the bathroom, making the follow me sign to everyone. They all exit the bathroom and go around a table. McAndrew takes out a small ball from his pocket. He throws it on the table, and it transforms into a telivision. The TV automatically goes to a news channel, where a male news anchor, in India, is talking to a woman. )

Man: As you can see here, Chantal, the Wiener Death is present in India as well. It has been reported many times that most of the men in the world have already lost their... penis. Those who don't have yet should expect it to go away pretty soon. Please, if you are one of these lucky guys, please go enjoy yourself! JERK OFF WHILE YOU STILL CAN!

(The television automatically goes back to its original size and appearance, and into McAndrew's pocket.)

Inspector Andrew McAndrew: There is only one plausible explanation.

(Without explanation, McAndrew creates another teleportation portal. He exits and appears on the camera, now in the Smiths' garage, where Rick is crying and getting drunk. The inspector approaches Rick, and lands his right hand on the scientist's right shoulder.

Inspector Andrew McAndrew: Rick Sanchez, please follow me through a portal. I know you are responsible for this, and whether you like it or not, well... (He takes out a portal gun.) You are coming with me.

Rick, drunk: NO! I *burps* am responsible for... nothing! Eat shit, you bitch!

(Rick suddenly becomes sobber again, and knocks McAndrew out with a solid kick to the guts. Rick takes the Inspector's portal gun, and sets it, before teleporting himself, determined.)

(Back into Survivor Morty's lab, where Morty is now in a cage, suspened over a pool of acid. The gadget is noticeably on the floor, next to the lone one. The villain explains his plans to Morty, while smoking a cigarette and back to Morty.)

Survivor Morty: And then, by using the neo-plasmatic energy that is contained in the human penises, I will power the machine, allowing myself to destroy all of the other dimensions. (He turns to Morty.) That is my plan. I don't care what you think, because what counts is my vision of it. I believe that it'd be better off if my dimension was the only one remaining, because, as small as the chances of everybody dying like they did here are relatively small in the Multiverse, I need to avoid them at all cost.

Morty, scared and mad: YOU-YOU-YOU... you're crazy! If you think that anything you've said makes any sense, I'd recommend you write each of your words down and read yourself, logically. It's... it's (fucking; censored) insane!

(Morty pauses. The camera zooms in on Survivor Morty's face, revealing an amused look. He puffs his cigarette, and presses a button on a wall. Morty's cage goes slightly down, getting closer to the acid pool.)

Morty: Are you... are you even realising what you're about to do? You can't... just, uh, destroy all the dimensions just because yours went to shit! I'm... I'm really sorry about what happened, you know? And I feel tortured right now, because ( He points to them while saying the next few words.) you are me, and I'm you, and you have been through a frickin lot of crap in the recent months. But the way... the way you deal with your problems just doesn't make even a small amount of sense! Trust me, Morty, you don't realize the consequences of your actions. (Morty starts to cry, and rocks himself in the cage. The screen is now divided in too, so we can see Survivor Morty's reaction to Morty's words.) I mean, you know, dawg, I've been on plenty on adventures with Rick (Survivor Morty's eyes both twitch.) before, just like you. This is the most dangerous one yet. We are talking about all the other possibilities being permanently erased. (Survivor Morty nods.) It's like deleting all of your data on a videogame console , except that we're talking about real lifes here. Real people, real planets, real realities, and real, unprecedented destruction. (Survivor Morty starts to tremble. He knows Morty is right, but doesn't want to admit it.) Are you sure this is how you're all gonna end it? After you do it, there will be no going back, and after, well... You'll be the last intelligent form of life ever, and you will eventually die, only leaving nothing behind you! Are you sure you want to continue?

(Survivor Morty starts to cry. He snuffs up his cigarette on his forehead, and starts banging his head against the walls, eventually bleeding. He continues hitting himself violently.)

Morty, alarmed: NO! DON'T KILL YOURSELF!

(Survivor Morty turns to him. He is bleeding and sweating a lot.)

Survivor Morty, existential: Why? What reasons are there for me to live anyway?

(Morty thinks. He moves in the cage to get a bit closer to his counter-part.)

Morty: You should not destroy the dimensions because, even though you maybe don't have much to live for, we do. And when I say we, I am talking about everyone and everything living in every dimension... ever! (He stands up. The cage shakes.) If you activate the machine, you'll destroy everything except your world. Is-is that what you want? Going down as a destroyer? Or maybe do you prefer dying as a hero? I swear to anything you believe in, that me and my Rick' ll make sure you are known for being the one that could have ended everything, but didn't.

Survivor Morty, now in tears of happiness: I... I can see what you're trying to say. I have no choice but to let you out of that cage. I... was wrong all along, and I'm sorry for almost killing you, me and everybody else.

(He presses another button on a wall. The cage is deviated, then put down unto the floor. Its door opens, freeing Morty, who then runs to hug Survivor Morty. They embrace like that for a few seconds, but then footsteps are heard next to the lab. A laser gun shot is heard, and Survivor Morty falls on the floor, shrieking in pain, revealing Rick as the intruder, behind him.)

Rick, already running: Common, Morty! Grab the dimension machine, and run. RUN, MORTY!

(Morty grabs the machine and runs, following Rick. Survivor Morty is heard, shrieking in pain as they exit the lab, which is revealed to be a room among others. Rick and Morty run in a hallway. They turn right, but an alert sounds.)

Morty, panicking: Oh my god, Rick! I... I just convinced him to not destroy all the other dimensions and not kill himself! I didn't need you right now! And... w-where are we going anyways?

Rick, turning down the hallways again: Just outside the base, Morty! You *burps* will have to press this blue button, on top of the machine! Just... *burps* do it, Morty! It will free the neo-plasmatic energy, and every... dude'll have his penis back!

Morty: Oh Jeez, oh okay... (He does it.)

(Now back on our Earth, in the restaurant. Everybody's waiting anxiously for Inspector McAndrew to return, but to no avail. Suddenly, a scream a joy is heard.)

Jerry, relieved: OH MY GOSH, I WANNA PEE! EVERYONE LET ME VERIFY SOMETHING.(He unzips his pants lightly and puts a hand underneath his undies. A smile crawls on his face. Jerry turns to the people.) My genitalia's back! (He runs to Beth, and kisses her with the tongue before whispering in her ear.) I know what we could and should do tonight.

(Screams of celebration echoe in the entire restaurant. Couples and people run out of the restaurant while giggling; others go back to their table.)

Beth, not impressed: Jerry, I'd like to understand what's going on before we do anything. Plus, I don't wanna fuck. Maybe tomorrow. (She walks towards their table and sits. She sips her whine glass.) Jerry, did you think at all about what you were going to eat, during this whole thing? (Jerry comes to sit, facing her just like before. He sighs. Beth places her hand over his. She looks very concerned.) What's wrong?

Jerry, lying and looking sad: Nothing... It's just that, I don't know, maybe your father has to do something with all of what just happened, but I just hope the rest of the night is going to be good.

Beth, sympathetic: I know it will. (She looks at the menu.) D'you mind if we separate oursleves a Ceasar salad as an appetizer?

Jerry, happy again: I sure don't.

(Suddenly, Andrew McAndrew teleports on their table, one foot stuck in Beth's wine glass. He takes off a laser gun and destroys it in one shot. He grabs Beth by the neck.)

Inspector Andrew McAndrew, angry as a bear mom that just witnessed the death of her cubs by a falling tree: YOUR FATHER, WHERE IS HE! I KNOW HE IS THE ONE BEHIND IT!

Jerry, defending his wife: You have no tangible proof! You're saying it like it's the truth, but you really have no idea and are trying to incriminate him, just because he got arrested before or something... My father-in-law is not a maniac that wants to steal cocks, he's just alcoholic and mean with people.

Beth: Jerry!

Jerry, to Beth: It's true. (He turns to McAndrew.) Seriously, we have no idea where he and my son might be and...

(Inspector McAndrew shuts him up by stuffing one of his gloves in Jerry's mouth. )

Inspector Andrew McAndrew, to Beth: Rick Sanchez still has to go to Jail, even if the Federation Days are over. We will put charges against him: for stealing, not following the orders of a person of authority and physically assaulting me. Now, please guide me to your home.

(Beth gulps. Jerry starts to choke on the glove as Inspector McAndrew points his blaster at them and makes them go out of the restaurant. As soon as they have left, we see a glimpse of the kitchen crew, either perplexed at the events, or working. Jack the waiter is there and he takes out his cell-phone.)

Jack, on the phone: Yeah, hello Tracy? You know, I think we might have exagerated on our portions of LSD.

(Rick and Morty are still running in the numerous hallways of the base. Morty slips on the ground and falls. Rick slows down and goes back for him.)

Rick: Morty, you dipshit! How many *burps* times have I told you to not slip on the floor?

Morty, standing back up: I don't know, I must've been busy slipping on the ground when you were saying that.

(Rick starst running again, and Morty folows.)

Morty, raising his index in the air: Hey, Rick, why don't we uh, just use your portal gun to get out of here? I mean, wouldn't that be easier?

Rick: Can't, he installed anti-portal protection all over the place!

(Rick jumps over a portion of the floor, and Morty imitates him. After they jump over it, it is revealed to be a trap, and a turret comes out of it. It starts shooting bullets at them. Rick and Morty dodge the bullets Matrix-style, just flexing and contortioning themselves. They adopt many weird positions and stances, before Rick throws a weird grenade at the turret. It explodes and releases electricity, disabling the turret. Suddenly, a voice is heard. Fast footsteps get closer to the grandpa-grandson duo. They begin running faster.)

Survivor Morty, really angry: I don't give a crap right now, and I will kill you both! I will murder you and make sure you suffer!

Rick, to Survivor Morty: Boy, isn't that a bit far-fetched?

Survivor Morty: That's a bit ironic, considering you're the one that came back in the life of a family you abandonned years ago, only to put every of its members in always possible danger.

Rick, running while showing a middle finger: (Fuck; censored) you! I'm not your Rick, asshole! You know, your reply uses the same logic as someone that wants homeless people to live better, but wouldn't give out even one single cent to them! You... *burps* are a hypocrite!

(Rick narrowly dodges a swinging metal blade that emerged from the wall. Morty jumps over it, but the blade hits him in the stomach. He falls over, moves to escape the blade's trajectory and starts wincing in pain. Rick hears him, and goes back to give Morty his help. He lifts him up and carries him over his shoulders.)

Morty, in pain: Ow! Ouch! Oooo! Ayy! Rick... I'm in *screams* pain! Eeeee!

Rick, jumping over a herse of lasers: Geez, thanks for mentionning. I wouldn't have noticed otherwise.

(Finally, they turn left, having reached the end of the hallway. A light appears in the distance. Rick turns his head towards Morty. He grabs his right foot.)

Rick: Come one, Morty! Don't you dare die on me! We're almost *burps* almost, uh, out. It's gonna be all good and all over soon!

(Unexpectedly, a secret passage in the wall is discovered, and a reptile comes out of it. It looks like a raptor, and comes to attack Rick. Luckily, he shoots it with the blaster he took with him. Rick keeps on running.)

Rick, to himself, and perplexed: I don't get it... Where is this bearded bitch?

(He bumps into something and falls on his butt, Morty falling from his shoulder. The obstacle he bumped in is revealed to be Survivor Morty.)

Survivor Morty: He's here, you blue-haired bitch!

(Survivor Morty punches Rick in the face as strong as he can. Rick is now on his back, unconscious. Morty sees it all happen and grabs the blaster. He shoots his counterpart in the leg without hesitating. Survivor Morty falls over in pain. Morty slaps Rick to make him regain his consciousness. This all happens withouy words being spoken. He helps the scientist stand again, and together they exit the base, being only a few feet away from the exit. As soon as they're inside, the ptero-daryl appears to fly towards them, but Rick creates a portal back to their dimension. They enter it.)

(Rick and Morty are teleported back to the house quickly. One problem awaits them, however: Inspector McAndrew is holding Beth and Jerry at gunpoint, in the garage. Rick and Morty enter the room, and they see that. Rick holds Morty back. We can see both of them are visibly injured. McAndrew walks away from the couple, and points his blaster at Rick.)

Inspector Andrew McAndrew: Well,well,well...

Rick, making a pun: Water.

Inspector Andrew McAndrew, confused: What?

Rick: Nothing. Please go on with your *burps* plans of threatening me and my *burps* family.

Inspector Andrew McAndrew: Alright. You know you have broken the law when I came to take you with me. You also know you should be judged and go to prison for these small crimes agaisnt me and the Interdimensional Organ Disappearance Police, but I'll give you a choice, yeah? Here it is: either give yourself in, or either don't, and let me kill your daughter and her husband.

Rick: I'm gonna tell you sincerely, inspector *burps*, neither of these choices satisfy me. They're both bullshit and suck ass. Could you please give me, um, us another option?

Inspector Andrew McAndrew: Nope.

(Inspector McAndrew is seen to put his gun in ''kill mode''. He point it at Rick, who gulps at it, but does not show fear. Out of nowhere, Morty comes behind the inspector and knocks him out with Marco. The Inspector's gun falls on the floor.)

Marco, angry: Morty Smith, it'd be better if you didn't use me to knock people up, dawg!

Morty: Sorry, Marco. (He takes Rick's portal gun, creates one and puts McAndrew inside it.) The portal closes.) But I had to take care of it, no... no matter what. (He turns to Rick.) We saved the Multiverse, finally!

(Rick and Morty share an emotion-filled hug, under the awkward eyes of Beth and Jerry.)

Jerry: Uh... could anyone tell us what actually happened today? I'd feel good if I knew it.

Morty, to Jerry: Dad, Mom, please just join our hug, okay?

(They do what Morty said. The doorbell rings, and Summer enters. She calls for them, and Morty yells for her in the garage. She comes in.)

Summer, weirded out by the hug: Um, did I miss out on something?

Rick: No, Summer, you didn't. Join our hug, and don't even trip, dawg!

(Summer walks to them and becomes a part of the hug. The camera zooms off the family, and out of the home, then the screen fades to black. )

END CREDITS

Post- credits scene

(McAndrew lands on the devastated Earth of Survivor Morty, just right outside the base. He looks around him, really frightened, as he never went to this dimension before. He stands up, and looks around him. Suddenly, he hears footsteps. He turns around and sees Survivor Morty, with a wounded leg.)

Inspector Andrew McAndrew, scared: Who... who are you?

(Survivor Morty goes to him, and looks at him in a very creepy way, looking angry and crazy.)

Survivor Morty: I'll be your new friend... Whether you like it or not.

(Pitch black.)

Author's notice: Sorry for not uploading Ep. 23 of Total Drama Charge yet. I was very busy with this story, but now I will try my best to publish the following chapter as soon as possible. I hope you liked this story, whether you are a Rick and Morty fan or not, and wish you every nice thing. Until next time!