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"Morty... Morty! You gotta URP you gotta get up Morty."
"Urrggghhh, Rick, the hell? It's, it's three in morning, why are you waking me up at three in the morning?!" Morty sputtered out.
"Morty I did it! Urp. I did it Morty! I finished your birthday present Morty! You gotta Urp, you gotta come see it Morty. Come with me!"
"Rick my birthday was three weeks ago, we found you passed out naked in my birthday cake!"
"You gotta stop living in the past Morty."
"I had to disarm half a dozen traps just to get you off the table Rick! I had to disarm nuetrino bombs on my birthday Rick. And then I had to carry you off the table while you were naked and covered in cake and who knows what else! On my birthday!" Morty wailed a little hysterically.
"Shut up Morty, just come on!" And Morty found himself once more dragged half-naked out of his bed and into Rick's garage.
Rick's garage/ lab looked the same as it ever did. Random uncomprehensible bits of mad science all along the walls and shelves. Nothing seemed out of place or stuck out as a gift.
"Rick, can I just go back to bed? I have school tomorrow." Not to say he was passing or anything, his attendance record alone would keep that from happening. Kinda hard to attend school from a half dozen dimensions over looking for space cocaine or whatever with grandpa.
"Patience Morty! You just have too, URP, give me a moment," he said, digging around in one of the many boxes in the garage. "Ta-dah!"
He had pulled out a slightly familiar hat, and a belt with a half dozen little red and white spheres on it. Red and white spheres... Morty suddenly had a bad feeling about where this was going.
"So I was thinking to myself, what do kids like you want the most? And then I realized that I couldn't do that, Beth would be pissed if I gave you hard core drugs. Especially after last time."
"You slipped LSD into my Mountain Dew! I apparently robbed several banks Rick! I still don't know why I'm not on the most wanted list or in jail!" Hysterical isn't just a state of mind for Morty, it's a life style.
"Groucho Marx glasses Morty, they're surprisingly effective. URP! But that's getting off topic. So then I thought to myself, what's the second thing that kids want the most?"
"Why do you think kids want drugs? Where do you even get these ideas from?"
But Rick had long since turned ignoring Morty into an art form. "And then it hit me. Kids love them Pokermanz! Or whatever you call them."
Then Rick jammed the Pokemon League ball cap onto Morty's head and clipped the pokeball bearing belt onto his waist.
"No need to thank me Morty, your smiling face is all the thanks, URP, I need," and then Rick shoved him through a portal that he hadn't even noticed being set up which quickly closed behind him.
Now alone in an empty garage, Rick pulled his flask out of his lab coat.
"You did it Rick, best grandpa everrrrrrrr..." And then he passed out.
In the morning he would wonder what he got up too last night. He would also briefly wonder where Morty was, but then He'd remember that it was a school day. It would be a little bit before anyone noticed that Morty was missing.
Somewhere in Unova Region:
Morty looked around. Forrest, rocks, the screeches and cries of possibly man eating monsters in the distance. There was only one way to sum up his circumstances right now.
"Oh Geeze."
Author's Note:
I honestly have no idea what I'm doing. If someone out there thinks they can do it better, by all means please do. Just let me know because I'd love to read it.
