Episode 12: Ricksy Business (Season 1 Finale)

The sun was rising up on Seattle, and people were going about on their day-to-day activities. For the Smith family, Beth and Jerry were packing up their stuff into the car, ready to leave for a trip, leaving Rick in charge of Reimu, Summer, and Morty, all of whom were dressed in winter gear of their respective colors while Jerry was busy packing supplies into the car with his wife looking towards Rick and his grandkids.

"It's kinda weird, isn't it?" Reimu thought out loud. "Grampa, Morty, and I had an adventure yesterday, and now, you two are going out somewhere."

"Bye Mom, bye Dad." Summer said.

"Drive carefully!" Morty added.

"Have fun, you two."

"Yes, we will have as much fun as possible on our..." as Beth said it, she developed a sarcastic tone towards her voice. "Titanic-themed getaway."

By this point, Jerry has just finished packing the car with every essential they would need on their trip. "Let's lose the 'tude, please. It's supposed to be romantic." Jerry pleadingly said towards his wife. Unlike Beth, Jerry was eager to get out and about, and wanted nothing to do with sass or anger for a while.

"Speaking of disasters, Dad, we are leaving you in charge, here." Beth stated.

"Wait, what?" Reimu asked.

"I know, c-can we wrap this up? I *urp* I have some synthetic laser-eels oxidizing in the garage." Rick warned.

"Hey, don't blow me off. I am drawing a line, okay?" an angry Beth retorted, moving her finger in front of her neck to prove a point. "Any damage to this house or these children when we get back, and no more adventures with any of the kids, and yes, that includes my niece."

"At this point, I am safe to say that we need to get rid of those eels. We need to deal with them before they tear a hole in the garage." Reimu answered.

"Aw, geez, Rick! If my mom's the one who's saying it, then you know it's pretty serious this time." Morty added.

"That's right." Beth and Jerry replied in unison, however, Jerry broke the silence afterwards. "Wait, what?"

"Listen, you have my word as a caregiver, everything's gonna be fine." Rick stated with a smile on his face. "And if not, like you say, no more adventures or whatever. It's like that old song 'blomp blomp-a noop noop a-noop noop noop'. You guys know that song?" He proceeded to elbow a confused Reimu. "From Tiny Roger's? You never heard of it? You know, the black effeminate guy from the '50s?"

"Nope, I never heard of it." Reimu replied.

"Fine, anyone else?" Rick asked. Nobody else replied. "Okay, tough crowd. A-all right, whatever. Look, who cares? Just go on your stupid trip."

As Beth and Jerry went into the car, Jerry spoke in a serious tone. "Not one thing out of place." He proceeded to drive out into the recently snowplowed road, and proceeded to look them dead in the eye, briefly opening the door. "Not a single-"

Before he could speak, they saw a girl come running towards the Smith Residence. "Helleluyah! This is the place, ze!" Reimu didn't have time to react when a black, white, and yellow blur slammed her into the snow. She looked to see it was none other than a face she hasn't seen since Anatomy Park: Marisa Kirisame. The young girl was staring back at her with a while smile on her face and a glimmering twinkle in her eyes. "Hadn't seen you in quite a long time, huh, Reimu?"

"M-Marisa!? Why have you tackled me into the snow?" Reimu asked.

Marisa realized what she was doing and nervously chuckled, still wearing that grin of hers as she closed her eyes and blushed slightly. "Hee hee, in all honesty, I was just so excited to finally meet you again and-"

"AHEM!" Reimu and Marisa looked towards Jerry, who was still standing outside the car. "Not a single thing." Jerry continued, retaining a serious tone and seemingly unwavered and unfazed at Marisa's sudden arrival. Within the car, Beth retained the same angered expression, again unfazed as Jerry went into the car and the two drove away.

After they went out of sight, Marisa continued her nervous chuckling as she proceeded to get up. "Sorry, sorry about that. You wanna hand, Reimu?"

"Sure." Reimu replied. She proceeded to grab Marisa's hand, to which the tomboy helped her up.

"Wait, who is this again?" Rick asked.

"Wait, you seriously don't remember who I am!?" Marisa asked, looking straight at Rick with a semi-confused, semi-frustrated expression on her face. "You literally met me two years ago, and stuffed me into a disheveled Santa Claus guy and rescued me and Bloom just in the nick of time as the giant Santa blew up in space! How can you possibly not remember-"

Before Marisa could say anything else, the five looked to see a hole boil and simmer in the garage door. The cause was a group of mutated, glowing green eels that 'swam' out of the garage and into the sky. Soon after, the garage door fell off, revealing Rick's makeshift lab from within. After a short silence, Reimu spoke. "Well, it's best that I tell you the situation inside where it's warm."

"Eh, you two won't last long in the jungle now that it's the point of no return." Summer said in a deadpan tone. "As for me, I'm gonna have a party."

"...and needless to say, after that trouble with Summer, I reconciled with the fact that they're dead, and I no longer had any nightmares." Reimu said, wrapping up the story she had told, but she didn't go into too much detail. She wasn't sure if Marisa remembered the incident or not.

"Well, come to think of it, that makes sense." Marisa replied. Deep down, the tomboy resisted the urge to let tears out from her eyes. She knew what it felt to lose a loved one or two, and even though Reimu had to be pushed into a certain direction to do so, took took it in stride and went on with her life since then. She proceeded to look at what the television had to display and smiled. "Well, at least ya got this interdimensional cable box thing in return. Infinite TV from infinite realities, count me in." She proceeded to change the channel, this time displaying an alternate version of Snowpiercer set in the desert.

"The world has long since burnt into a crisp, and Master Forewill has issued the construction of a train that will withstand the searing heat outside. Although the world has been cleansed of life and water and turned into a lifeless desert, life still rages on within the Heatsearer."

'Is it possible that this alternate version of Snowpiercer is the same world that Grampa, Morty, and I encountered that Evil Rick who framed my Rick for killing other different versions of himself?' Reimu thought upon seeing the alternate Snowpiercer. 'Note to self: Find out as soon as I can convince Grampa to get us back there.' Seeing that Marisa was already settled, she proceeded to look towards the kitchen, curious as to what was going on there.

For Summer, she was looking in the cupboards, searching for tasty treats for her friends' party. "Oh, I found jello. Can you sneak your mom's vodka? Yes, she does. I saw it in your laundry room." Summer proceeded to grab another box from the cupboard. "Listen, you can't both be in denial about it. Okay, bye."

Summer proceeded to end the call as an angry Morty went right towards her. "Summer, you can't throw a party! Remember what mom said?"

"Yeah, and if anything gets messed up, Reimu and Grampa Rick would get blamed for it. You might, but I won't bet my bottom dollar on it, it's called being human." Summer explained with a smug smirk on her face.

"Yeah, yeah, you do realize that Grampa might have everything recorded. He's a supergenius, remember?" Reimu replied.

"I don't give a shit about it, I'm still having the party." Summer nonchalantly replied.

At this point in time, Rick came into the kitchen, opening the fridge to reveal a set of exquisite-looking dishes. As he walked towards the counter to set them down, Morty spoke to the mad scientist to prove a point. "Rick, tell Summer she can't have a party."

"Summer, you can't have a party." Rick blatantly replied, causing Summer to groan. Soon enough, he went back towards eye's view and spoke. "'Cause I *urp* am having a party."

"What!?" Morty yelled.

"What do you mean you're gonna have a party!?" Summer yelled. However, she kept her shock hidden under some sarcastic gloating. "Are some glip glops from the third dimension going to come over and play cards or something?"

"'Glip-glop'? You're lucky a Traflokian didn't hear you say that." Rick replied.

"Is that like their 'n'-word?" Summer asked.

"It's like the n-word and the c-word had a baby, and it was raised by all the bad words for Jews." Rick answered before drinking from a can of soda.

"I'm starting to get a bit concerned about this situation." Reimu said towards herself as she walked in, soon to be followed by Marisa, who happened to have heard the conversation from afar and decided to see what it was about.

Morty knew of this concern, and attempted to convince his sister and grandfather not to throw a party. "Listen, I think the five of us could just, you know, have a nice time, like just hanging out, and, you know, doing a little bonding and-"

Before he could finish, Summer interrupted him. "Screw that. This is my chance to gain some footing with the cool kids."

"That's why you party? Boy, you really are seventeen." Rick replied.

"Why do you party?" Summer asked.

"To get *urp* riggity-riggity WRECKED, son!" Rick cheerfully replied.

"Just keep your sci-fi friends away from my awesome ones." Summer ordered.

Rick rolled his eyes at that comment. "Yeah, and you keep your awesome friends away from my canapes." As he said that, Rick proceeded to complete his set of dishes that he prepared for the guests, inspecting them to make sure nothing else is missing.

As for Jerry and Beth, the two have just made it towards their destination. Needless to say, it wasn't some epic cruise-type thing, but a replica ship stationed in a pool in front of a wall that had a sunset painted onto it. Strangely enough, the ship was pretty big, and Beth and Jerry were on it along with many different people. Thankfully, the ship had its own heating system, so they could walk outside without their winter gear on during the duration of their stay, and instead dressed in attire similar to that people would wear in early twentieth-century England, around the same time that the real Titanic sunk.

Well, Jerry was the one wearing the getup. As for Beth, she stuck towards her usual attire and continuously wore a scowl on her face throughout the whole thing as the 'captain' guided them through the makeshift ship. "Ooh! Look, it's the line for the bow!" Jerry pointed out, trying to impress his wife.

"Jerry, I'd love to just kick back with a Margarita and read." a bored and slightly agitated Beth replied. As the two walked across the boat and down the stairs, the housewife had a question to ask her husband. "Do you mind if I skip the whole "king of the world" bit?"

At this part, Jerry proceeded to answer. "Well, it's not the "king of the world" bit. That's Jack and fabrizio." He proceeded to grab a hat and place it on her head. "This is where rose says, "I'm flying, Jack!" But whatever. I can be the only one to do it alone."

Beth looked towards her right and spotted a maid with olive-colored skin, brown hair, and alluring brown eyes mopping on the floor. "Well, what about her?" Beth proceeded to walk towards the woman and smiled. "Excuse me, ma'am. Would you like to take my place in line?"

"I, uh... I could get into trouble." the maid replied shyly.

"We won't tell." Beth replied, putting her hat onto the maid's head as she proceeded to walk away, reading a book in the process.

As the maid went into Beth's place in the Titanic line, Jerry proceeded to speak with her. "So... You're a Titanic fanatic?"

"Oh, yes." the maid admitted. "I've worked here since it opened, but I've never been able to participate."

"Happy to help... rose." Jerry replied. He and the maid smiled as the latter grabbed the former's arm and giggled as she did so.

Back at the Smith Residence, a small party has came about due to Summer's actions. Various people were chatting with one another serving drinks, and overall, having a pretty good time. Even though she was technically not invited, Marisa decided to join in and showcase some guests with the interdimensional cable box. "Okay, okay, so that part's not really interesting, ze. But, then again, I hadn't been around here enough to see which I would like, anyone wanna have a turn?" the blonde asked.

"Ooh, ooh, let me!" a young girl with long brown hair and a blue tank top and jeans replied, grabbing the remote and changing the channel.

Meanwhile, Summer has heard the doorbell ring and opened it, revealing Brad and a few of his fellow jocks at the door. "Brad!" Summer greeted.

At that notice, another girl with short brown hair, blue eyes, and an outfit consiting of a blue shirt and khakis took notice of this. "Brad is here! Quick, make my hair look like I'm drunk!" she stated, causing the nearby black-haired girl with green eyes and an outfit consisting of a green shirt and some black pants to mess her hair up. Upon seeing the jocks, she posed to woo them.

"Check it out. Tammy's already drunk. Cool." Brad said, looking at Tammy Gunterman, who smiled as she heard that comment.

As Brad and said that, Summer watched as the he and the other jocks walked away. She was about to close the door, but noticed someone else was entering. She immediately scowled at the figure's appearance, and despite not seeing someone who was half-bird, she recognized him to be one of Rick's friends. His appearance is overall humanoid in nature, closely resembling a human in many aspects, such as a human build and having skin, arms, legs, and a head similar towards a human, but he had a big, bulbous nose and several birdlike attributes on him. Apart from his feathered eyebrows, he had a mat of grey feathers that appeared to be an equivalent of hair, as well as some more grey feathers around his neck and two, large, white, feathered wings that folded behind him, making the appearance of a cape draped from his shoulders. He also wore an outfit consisting of yellow gloves, a red shirtless tunic, and yellow boots. "The beacon was activated. Who is in danger?" the humanoid asked.

At this point, Summer could only groan, knowing who that person is supposed to be with. "Ugh! Grampa!"

Rick walked up to see what the trouble was, and saw who the avian humanoid is and walked up to him. "Birdperson!" Rick greeted, giving his friend a fist bump as he entered the Smith Residence, retaining an emotionless expression on his face.

"I am pleased there is no emergency." Birdperson replied. Although he didn't express it, he felt satisfied that he didn't have to have any problems to deal with.

"Huh, out of many things I saw in my travels with Grampa, you look pretty basic." Reimu critiqued as she walked towards the humanoid.

"B-*urp*-basic? My old friend BP is anything *urp* but basic." Rick said, wrapping an arm around the avian. "Reimu, meet my close friend, Birdperson. Birdperson, this is apparently my granddaughter, Reimu Sanchez."

"Huh. From what I've heard since we last talked, you only had Summer and Morty. Since when did you decide to get a Reimu?" Birdperson asked.

Reimu sighed. "Admittadely, this pains me to say it, but my original Grampa and Morty... well... had an accident." She frowned at the memory. "Well, your friend is the one who replaced my original Grampa, and it went on from there, I suppose."

"Yeah, I forgot to tell you about it, Birdperson. Sorry." Rick admitted. He shook his head and smiled. "Besides, there's an emergency. A pussy emergency! When's the last time you got laid, 'pers?" Rick asked, causing Reimu to roll her eyes at the comment.

"It has been a... challenging mating season for Birdperson." the avian admitted.

"Then it's time to get your beak wet tonight, playah." Rick stated, opening an arm out towards the party within. "Go have some fun out there Bird-*urp*-Birdperson."

As Birdperson walked into the house, Reimu decided to speak again. "Grampa, I'm not sure that the age would line up. Pretty much all of the guests here are a ragtag bunch of rebellious high school teenagers, and you're like, seventy or something, assuming Birdperson matches up with your age. It leaves me pretty concerned. Besides, how many people have you invited towards your party, anyhow?"

"I dunnow, twelve, fourteen, twenty, it goes on and on..." Rick stated. Soon enough, a UFO came into the living room, and a bunch of small aliens came out and greeted the mad scientist. "You, what up, my glip-glops!"

"Man, this is gonna be a long night" Reimu said towards herself.

Soon enough, a familiar face entered the room, along with a girl with platinum blonde hair done up in a ponytail, wearing an outfit consisting of a white shirt and a gray vest with a name tag and a very light skirt. "So this is the place the project went on at the outside? I thought it would be a little more... open." the girl said.

"You hadn't really seen the place, I can't blame you there." Bloom acknowledged. He looked to see Reimu and smiled. "Greetings, Reimu. 'Tis a splendid party so far."

"Doctor Bloom? You're here?" Reimu asked.

"Yes, and with good news! Anatomy Park is nearly completed, and your grandfather and I have constructed a mechanism that will allow us to go in and out as we please. As an added bonus, any germ or harmful pathogen that enters our new host's body will automatically be killed off, so if the diseases manage to escape, they will instantly vaporize and we'll not have to worry about any incident. Believe me, that was a much-needed since Ruben's death." Bloom explained. He gestured towards the girl. "So, allow me to officially introduce you to Annie. She's been my new second-in-command since the new Anatomy Park started."

"Hi." Annie said, casually waving a hand.

"By the way, where's Marisa?" Bloom asked.

"Over by the living room." Reimu said, pointing towards Marisa, who now went towards entertaining her folks.

"Huh, good to know." Bloom said. "Oh, and I hope you enjoy the party, Reimu."

"I hope you enjoy the party, too." Reimu replied, watching as Bloom walked with Annie, going towards the party.

As she said it, more and more people indeed went into the fray. As the sun set and gave way to night, a desparate Morty was busy picking up garbage from the floor as various partygoers threw stuff around, moaning as he did so. "Oh! Y-y-you know there's a garbage, right?" Morty pleaded as he picked up various pieces of trash. All the while, several partygoers were playing Super Smash Bros. on Reimu's Wii U.

"Ha! Nice try, but you just can't beat Bowser's superior- oh come on!"

"Sorry Charlie, you forgot that Kirby's got a copy ability."

"How's that even fair? He gained Sonic's speed the moment he inhaled him!"

"I dunnow, just the gimmicks of each character, I suppose."

For Morty, he ignored the conversation as he continued picking up garbage. As soon as the bag was full, he put on a thick jacket and went outside into the snow to throw yet another heap of garbage into the trash bin before going in. At this point, he was starting to get angry at all the shenanigans that the partygoers were going into. As he went right through the hallways, he soon heard a noise and decided to investigate. He entered a room and looked out in confusion and slight disgust at what was happening. "Hey, uh, what the hell?" What he saw was a crocodilian humanoid gone feral, eating from an avian's inside.

He gained a response from a gelatenous creature with some items stuck inside of it. "Ooh. That's why you never invite a Alaglactian and a Dododarian to the same party."

Morty, unnerved by the scene, decided to go elsewhere and into his parents' bedroom. Upon entering it, he heard a squeaking sound accompanied by what seemed to be two shapes pressing against one another. He looked on in disgust at the scene before him. "Oh, oh, g- oh, that's disgusting! You guys are in my parents' bed!"

The bed's covers went down to reveal it was just one alien with a huge, swollen bump on its body and a face that spelled uncomfort. "Oh. Sorry. I'm not feeling too well. I just needed to lie down for a bit." it said, clearly sick for whatever reason.

At this point, Morty realized his mistake and laughed in a nervous manner. "Oh. Okay. S-s-sorry. Haha." Morty apologized. Before he left, he noticed the alien vomit onto Beth and Jerry's bed, causing it to get stained in the fluids and partially vaporize, revealing the springs and stuffing underneath. "Oh, my God! Are you kidding me!?" At this point, the young boy had enough and stormed downstairs, going past green aliens that resembled Lumpy Space Princess from Adventure Time, not that he cared nor watched the series, and looked to see Rick talking to a person with gears all over his body.

"The thing people don't realize about the Gear Wars is that it was never really about the gears at all." the gear person spoke, finishing his story.

"Uh-huh. Yeah. No, no, to-totally." Rick said.

At this point, Morty didn't care what was happening, and he didn't care about the friends Summer invited. Well, not to the same extent that Rick's friends were, all sorts of weird aliens thrashing about at the Smith Residence. "Rick, you got to stop-"

Before Morty could continue, Rick interrupted him. "Morty! Have you met Gearhead?"

Morty looked at the gear person and waved his hand at him. "Hey, how's it-"

Soon, Rick interrupted him again, pushing Morty towards Gearhead. "Morty here, he... he would love to hear all about the Gear Wars." Rick then left to attend to the other guests at the party, and soon afterward, Marisa came in with a curious expression on her face.

"Gear Wars? Sounds like some sort of video game or somethin', ze." she said, smirking as she walked into the room. "Either way, color me interested."

Gearhead looked confused. "Video game?" He shook his head. "Nope, the Gear Wars are not a video game of sorts. Wait, you must be from Earth, huh?"

Marisa nodded in response.

"So, then neither of you have heard about the Gear Wars?" Gearhead asked.

"Nope." Morty answered.

"Don't ring a bell." Marisa stated.

At this point, Gearhead developed an enthusiastic expression. "Oh, boy. I envy you. Okay, it was about 754 years ago..."

As the party raged on, people went drunk, played games, sang songs, and so on. More and more people came in, such as robotic beings that came in a vehicle roughly shaped like themselves, and even Riq IV and Quantum Rick decided to join in on the fray for whatever weird reason. From her spot within the house, Reimu was confused on why her grandfather would let these people in, it seemed as if it was pretty suspicious, or he just wanted to invite them for laughs. She looked to see Annie, who was looking on out at the scenery. "Hey, Reimu."

"So, you're Annie, right?" Reimu asked. "How are things at the new and improved Anatomy Park turning on? I've been curious since Bloom built it in that random guy."

"Oh, that." the blonde in teal and green responded. "You see, after getting into Doctor Bloom's work, he put me through studies in case he ever gets killed or something. As for the park itself, it still has a few more rides to go, but a lot of the interior is based off the old park. I kinda wish I was there for it, y'know?"

Reimu developed a puzzled look on her face, but thinking about the old park led her back to Marisa, who is partying with the rest of the ongoers. So, Reimu had a question to ask Bloom's new second-in-command. "So, have you ever heard of someone named Marisa?"

"Don't you remember? When you and Rick talked to us in the phone? Doctor Bloom mentioned her. Before that, he showed me picutres of the girl and the previous crew, basically giving a biography of himself and the old park's host, Ruben Ridley." Annie explained. "It's a shame he went out so quickly, but we have what he have, I guess. From what I heard from Doctor Bloom, Marisa was one of the more loyal employees of his, although she had slight kleptomaniac tendencies. That part I was glad not to experience myself."

"I've heard a little bit from it, and I saw her inside Ruben. I was there when it was destroyed." Reimu mentioned. "Grampa Rick sent me into the homeless guy's guts to save the old park, but unfortunately, it was not meant to be. Turns out somebody named Poncho got in and stole some diseases in order to become rich by selling them to rogue factions who would kill to eradicate their enemies with ease. Thankfully, he has died out along with Ruben. Unfortunately, two of Bloom's old employees died with him, leaving him, Marisa, and I to escape the park."

"Yeah, I saw it on the news, although, it was kind of cool..." Annie admitted. "Although, there was some boy in a yellow shirt that started to oogle me when he first spotted me before shaking his head and storming off to another direction. It was honestly kind of creepy, as if he knew me for whatever weird reason."

Reimu flashed back to the new Rick's questions. She remembered that he said his Morty encountered someone named Annie. She remembered her voice from the call after Christmas break and the conversation she was currently having with the girl. Putting two and two together, she realized that this Annie is a counterpart to the Annie that her new grandfather and cousin were originally from. In all honesty, it was kind of weird, even with what she saw. But it was also kinda cool, thinking about it.

Meanwhile, with Rick, he was talking to a big, red, crab-like creature with four eyes, sharp mandibles, and a pair of big, meaty claws. Morty stormed up towards Rick with an angered look in his eyes. "Oh, hey, Morty! H-have you... have you met my buddy Scropon?" Rick asked, guesturing to the alien.

"Not again, Rick. That last guy droned on for 20 minutes, you know? And meanwhile, the whole house is being destroyed!" As Morty said that, a bottle of beer was being thrown across the room and smashed into the wall, creating a noticeable mess on the floor, to which Morty winced at.

"Whoa, Morty, this guy's entire planet was destroyed." Rick stated in a saddened manner, causing Scorpon to look miserable. "Have a little perspective."

The next creature that went into the room was a small, catlike creature with mangy orange fur, a large tuft of hair on his head, fragile whiskers, hands and feet ending in black claws, and a hairless tail ending in a red tuft of fur. He was holding a bottle of alcohol and a joyous attitude. "Hey, Rick, squanchy party, bro!" the cat creature stated.

"Aw! Squanchy!" Rick greeted.

"Is there a good place for me to squanch around here?" Squanchy asked.

"Squanchy, you can squanch wherever you want, man, so long as nobody sees it. Mi casa es su casa, dawg!" Rick answered.

"All right! I like your squanch!" Squanchy runs towards another part of the room in an excited manner.

"Uh, Rick, what exactly is 'squanching'?" a confused Morty asked.

"Nothing to worry about, nothing you should worry about. It's... it's private stuff, m'kay." Rick stated. "Anyway, look, we've had a lot of really cool adventures over the last year, but it's time to relax."

"Yeah, if I relax now, there might not even be any more adventures!" Morty replied, still pretty angry at Rick for his little stunt.

"Jesus, Morty, you're bumming me out." an annoyed Rick replied, starting to get unhappy about how Morty is acting about the party. "Can't we just pretend like everything's fine for a few hours, enjoy ourselves, and then worry about all this later?"

"Yeah, that's easy for you to say, Rick. You know, you like not caring about stuff." Morty stated. "You know, wh-wh-what's in this for me?"

As he said that, a familiar face began walking towards the living room. Morty looked to see none other than his crush, Jessica Palmer, who was dressed up in a nice purple dress and headband, dreamily walking towards Morty's direction as she flipped her hair. People are seen watching her in awe, and a beer bottle is seen being thrown past her. It almost seemed as time itself crawled to a stop when Morty uttered the name of the girl he was looking at.

"JESSSSSSSSSSSSSICCAAAAAAAA..."

However, Rick was unimpressed, and looked towards a pale-skinned humanoid with a long nose and clock-themed attire. The humanoid was apparently using the clock rods in his hands to slow Morty and Jessica's time down, enveloping them in a pink aura. "Knock it off, Slow Mobius!" Rick demanded.

"Ha ha! Sorry, dude! I'm just trying to show off my powers, bro!" Slow Mobius admitted as he returned time to normal.

"I can't believe she's here." Morty said. He once saw Annie walking around, and tried to talk with her, but it turned out that she did not know who he was and dismissed him as a creep by the way he was looking at her. He chalked it up towards a butterfly effect caused by Reimu's existence, but with Jessica, perhaps he has a shot with her.

"Well, what are you doing standing here, Morty? Go. Talk to her." Rick stated, pushing Morty towards his crush. As Morty walked towards Jessica's direction, Rick spoke a few distinct words. "Tonight, the only adventure you're on is your cusping manhood."

By now, it was nighttime at the faux Titanic, and Jerry was happily prancing with the maid across the various balconies of the replica ship, giggling as he did so. As they ran across the walkways, Jerry snatched a cigarrete from a random guy's hand and he and the maid twirled around before stopping at the edge of a balcony overlooking the faux Titanic's front, to which Jerry gasped at what he saw. "Is that what I think it is?"

What Jerry was seeing was a bunch of employees stacking painted boards of pieces of the Titanic. "Yes, every couple gets to re-create Jack's drowning at the end of the movie, it's so romantic." the maid explained.

"I can't wait to do that with Beth." a thoughtful Jerry replied.

"I don't know, Jerry. With all due respect, it seems like your wife may not be that interested." the maid pointed out.

Before Jerry could make a response proper to the maid's point, he noticed something and gasped. "Look!" Jerry yelled, pointing at the replica iceberg rising out of the water.

"Iceberg, right ahead! The buffet is now closed." as the captain's voice rang through the speakers, various people went to look and see the replica iceberg from the decks. On the bridge, another scene was put into play, as the captains of the ship were in the faux bridge, one of them had a worried look on his face.

"Uh, sir? There's not a problem." the first captain pointed out.

"What do you mean there's not a problem?" the second captain (the one speaking through the microphone) asked.

The two captains were looking at the guidance system of the faux Titanic, which was beeping as if an error was actually occouring. "The guidance system isn't putting us on a direct collision course. This ship is about to completely miss the giant iceberg!" the first captain answered.

"Well, do something! Steer into it!" the second captain responded.

The first captain attempted to use the steering wheel, oblivious to the fact that it was fake, frantically breathing as he tried to put the ship towards the direction of the replica iceberg in front of them. "I'm trying!" He tried to steer into it, but the faux Titanic completely missed the iceberg by miles.

"It's too late." the second captain spoke, putting his hat down and proceeding to speak into the microphone once more. " Ladies and gentlemen... Don't brace yourselves."

Back on the decks, a bunch of groans and mutters flooded the area. "No! What happened?!" a worried Jerry asked.

"Their rail system must have failed." the maid replied.

As more mutters and grumbles were heard, a brown-haired man in a blue winter jacket and some jeans just huffed and spoke. "Happens every year. They expect something to happen, and like lo and behold, they don't get what they want with this thing. Personally, I think that the sinking ship thing is overrated." The person saying this had a bunch of people angrily glare at him. "What? I was just expressing my opinion here?"

Back at the Smith residence, the party raged on. A group of tiny, fishlike people were diving into a bottle of some alcoholic fluid. Unfortunately for them, a person picked up the cup and proceeded to drink it, unknowillingly consuming the fish people in the process. "Totally gonna get laid tonight."

Meanwhile, Tammy has taken an interest to Birdperson, busy stroking his wing feathers. "I like your feathers." she said in awe.

"They are designed to attract the attention of the female." Birdperson explained.

"It's working..." a seemingly aroused Tammy responded.

"Tammy, I should let you know I just got out of a highly intense soul bond with my previous spirit mate." Birdperson stated.

"I'm not looking to get into a soul bond. I'm just looking for..." Tammy didn't finish her sentence out loud, but instead whispered it to Birdperson's ear, to which the avian humanoid listened accordingly before speaking.

"I believe Birdperson can arrange that." he responded.

At the other side of the house, Reimu and Marisa ultimately decided to talk to some of Summer's friends, the latter telling her story about Ruben. "...and then, Reimu, Bloom, and I went inside of Rick's car just as the homeless guy's corpse blew up in the middle of space! Boom, just like that! And just in the nick of time, too! Believe me, it was so cool to be there at the time. I could've went back with Bloom, and in all honesty, I don't know why I made my decision, but I did it and here I am."

"Ugh, quit stealing the spotlight from me!" a slightly angered Summer responded, pushing Marisa out of the way. "This is my chance to get in with the cool kids, and I won't let someone else hog the spotlight!"

"Have a bit of empathy for a bit and just enjoy the party while it lasts, Summer." Reimu said before drinking from her cup of tea. "Besides, Grampa has his crazy, whacky friends here as well, so it's not entirely your party."

At this point, Summer could only laugh. "Oh pah-lease, you're just saying that because you're jealous."

Reimu raised an eyebrow at her cousin's bluff, and Marisa merely rolled her eyes. "Really? You think I'm jealous of your friends?" Reimu asked.

Summer paused for a moment, and immediately smiled and responded. "Uh... yeah. You two just venture around with some crazy nerds while I'm chilling out with the coolest friends in the universe. There's like... no uncool friends out here, not one."

At this point, Summer's lie proved ineffective when a glasses-wearing girl with long brown hair and an attire of a white shirt and some jeans under a think, dark magenta jacket and some black boots. "Hey, Summer, haven't seen you at flute practice in a while." the girl said, greeting Summer kindly. At this point, Reimu smirked, knowing she caught her cousin, yet said nothing, just closing her eyes and shaking her head as the other girls in the room, sans Marisa, groaned.

"Summer, don't tell me you're friends with her." a girl with a half-shaven haircut said.

"Are you kidding me? I don't even know what she's doing here." Summer lied.

"Really? She mentionede she knew ya', Summer." Marisa mentioned.

"What? That's... that's insane, like, I don't even know her."

"Not cool, Summer." Reimu stated, developing a stern gaze on her face. "Seeking popularity is one thing, but ditching some else for it for being a quote-on-quote 'nerd' is just not cool at all!"

"I agree with Reimu on this one. It's not cool, summer. This is a party." Rick stated, unknowillingly splashing some alcohol onto the girl's face. "Everybody should be welcome."

Right as Rick said this, the wall burst open, revealing the person who did it to be a combination of Adolf Hitler and Abraham Lincoln. He had chocolate brown hair done in Hitler's combover with Abraham Lincoln's beard hanging from his chin. He had two think eyebrows and firey red eyes, as well as Hitler's toothbrush moustache. His attire was a mixture between a tuxedo and some kind of millitary suit, along with a top hat adorning the top of his head. "Oh, great. Who invited Abradolf Lincler?" Rick stated, hiding his face in embarrasment at the man before him.

"Who to the what now?" Marisa responded, confused at the combination at hand.

"I thought everyone was welcome." Summer sarcastically replied with a grin on her face, barely being able to hold a laugh.

"It's not the same, Summer!" Rick responded. As he said this, Reimu couldn't help but notice that Rick did have a point. Lincler (whoever he is) was angrily glaring at random people and giving off a very unwelcoming aura and an angry atmosphere around him. She couldn't help but to step back a few times just looking at him. "Lincler is a crazed maniac, just a misguided effort of mine to create a morally neutral superleader by combining the DNA of Adolf Hitler and Abraham Lincoln. Turns out it *urp* it just adds up to a lame, weird loser."

'He combined US president Abraham Lincoln with the Austro-Germanian chairman Adolf Hitler? Is he crazy!?' Marisa thought to herself.

As Marisa thought about the abomination, Lincler spotted Rick and furiously approached him. "Rick, you brought me into this world, a suffering abomination tortured by the duality of its being." Lincler stated, all the while Rick merely drank from his alcoholic beverage with an unimpressed expression on his face. "But I shall finally know peace when I watch the life drain from your wretched body!"

As he said this, he unkowillingly nudged Brad with his elbow, causing the jock to turn around and angrily glare at him. "Woah, what's up, man?"

Lincler looked towrards Brad with an unimpressed expression on his face. "I have no quarrel with you, boy."

"Boy?" Brad pushed Lincler to the side, getting frustrated by the hybrid leader. "What's that supposed to mean, huh?"

At this point, Abradolf Lincler's body language changed from intimidating leader to awkward and threatened as he put his index fingers together and developed a semi-saddened, semi-threatened, awkward expression on his face. "It's just..." As he was scrambling for words, people began walking towards the scene to see what's going on. Even the previously intimidated Reimu decided to take a look back and investigate. "L-look, I-I don't know how you thought I meant it, but..." He did a motion with his hands towards Rick's direction, hoping to get a response from him.

"Oof, awkward." Reimu remarked.

"Yeah, I could agree with that one, ze. Austro-Germanin dictator combined with US president is just... a weird combination." Marisa stated.

'Wait, Austro-Germania?' a confused Morty thought internally.

At this point, Rick didn't respond, so Abradolf Lincler decided to try speaking with Brad once more. "Look, I'm half-Abraham Lincoln, so-"

"So I should get on my knees and kiss your ass?!" Brad angrily interrupted.

"Well, no, but... You know?" Lincler awkwardly asked.

"What do I know? That a Greater Germany from Vienna's rule will wipe out all the lesser races? That Austro-Germania would last a thousand years?" Brad angrily replied.

"Wait? Austro-Germania?" Abradolf Lincler asked, mostly to himself.

"Leave him alone Brad!" Jessica said.

"STAY OUT OF THIS, JESSICA!" Brad yelled, turning back towards Jessica.

At this point, Rick decided to intervene. "Kick his ass, Brad!" Rick yelled. He proceeded to pump his fist and chant. "Kick his ass! Kick his ass!"

Soon, many of the partygoers chanted in accordance with Rick as Brad angrily beat the shit out of Abradolf Lincler. The only ones who didn't join in were Reimu, Marisa, Morty, and Jessica, the latter of which proceeded to run away. Morty proceeded to follow her, but Rick stopped him before he could fully leave. "I just did you a favor, Morty!" His grandson did not bat an eye and just stormed outside. Reimu just looked at him and proceeded to follow her cousin with Marisa on toe.

The outside of the house was just as messy as the inside, even with a fresh blanket of snow covering up some of the debris. Jessica was unbothered by the cold as she huddled hereslf for warmth by the doorstep. Soon enough, Morty proceeded to walk out, sitting by Jessica. "Sorry about all that. Rick has some really strange friends." As he said that, a roll full of toilet paper was thrown up the roof, landing on the top and rolling down until it was empty.

"Yeah, he's a... cool guy, I guess, but... his views are rather... warped." Reimu added, with herself and Marisa sitting down with Morty, the three of them all decked up in winter gear to protect themselves from the snow. Reimu looked at Jessica, noticing that she didn't have a jacket on. "Are you sure you're not gonna get frostbite or hypothermia? You'll need a coat to protect yourself from this weather."

"Ugh! Brad is such a jerk. He's always trying to prove what a man he is. I just want to find somebody nice and sweet." Jessica responded, wiping a few tears from her eyes.

Morty saw his chance, and proceeded to speak to her. "Jessica, can I show you something?" A little later on, the quartet went into Rick's garage. Unlike the rest of the house, it was kept in pristine condition, save for the hole that the eels made, which was covered by a blue sheet. "Not bad, huh?"

"Wow! Look at all this stuff." Jessica ooed and aaed in bewilderment.

"Yeah. This is me and my grandpa Rick's Sci-Fi workshop." Morty explained. "Usually, my cousin Reimu goes on adventures with him, but on occasion, I join in on the fun along with her. Hey, check this out." Morty walked towards a small device and pressed one of the buttons, activating a holographic projector, showcasing a beautiful network of entire solar systems. Stars, planets, the works were seen by Jessica, and she looked on in bewilderment. "You know, Jessica, there's something I've always wanted to tell you."

"What's that, Morty?" Jessica asked.

"I think that you're the most-"

Before Morty had a chance to continue, Jessica spoke once more. "No, that! Those weird sounds coming from the closet over there." Jessica pointed towards a nearby makeshift closet in Rick's garage.

'Wait, I hadn't seen that before.' Reimu thought to herself.

Morty proceeded to turn off the device and handed it to Jessica before going over to investigate the closet. He walks over to it, hesitant to open it. He glances at Jessica, Reimu, and Marisa, before opening it. Inside was none other than Squanchy, who tied himself to the roof by the neck and... what he did grossed out all four of them. He noticed them and angrily looked right at their eyes. "Hey! I'm squanching in here!"

At this point, Morty closed the door in disgust as the girls looked in horror. "Oh, my God! Oh, that is so disgusting!" Morty covered his eyes and backed away, oblivious to the fact that there was a strange device right behind him. When he made contact, he proceeded to bump into it. "Ow! Oh! Oh, crap!" The top of the device shattered, causing the house to be enveloped in a large, glowing green dome of light, which teleported it elsewhere.

The specific place the house was teleported to was an alien world that would be unrecognizeable to anybody from Earth, unless you count Rick himself. Speaking of Rick, he and the partygoers took notice of the change, and as the lights suddenly turned off and the backup power went on, everyone looked at Rick for an explanation. "Huh. Big star in the sky." Rick opened the window and took a deep breath. "Atmosphere rich in nitrogen and oxygen. Autumn temperature." He looked outside to see weird green creatures with multiple eyes and big tentacle moving about. "Giant testicle monsters, okay." He turned around and spoke. "So long as we remain inside, we'll be fine! Let's party!"

Everyone rejoiced, however, a derpy-faced boy wtih brown hair took off his red-colored shirt and screamed. "PARTY!" the boy yelled, twirling his shirt around and jumping out of the door, only to be grabbed by one of the tentacled beasts and shoved into its nether regions. Everyone was left silent and concerned, so Rick quickly turned on a stereo.

Just shake that ass, bitch,

let me see what you got!

At the sound of the stereo turning on, everybody resumed partying.

A little while later, Rick, Reimu, Morty, Marisa, and Summer were standing outside the house, with Rick himself scanning for something. Thankfully, it wasn't that cold outside, so they could just do in their casual wear on the alien world. Reimu just stared in awe as Marisa's jaws dropped at the display. As for Summer, she was angrily staring at the two and a dumbfounded Morty. "I swear to God, you three, if it weren't for the fact that everyone's still having a blast in there, I would be so furious with you right now."

"Well, neither Marisa nor I did it. We chose to accompany Morty on this one." Reimu said honestly.

"Oh, man. Y-you hear that, Morty? You really lucked out with Summer o-on that one." Rick said with the slip of his drink.

As what Summer said they were doing, the partygoers were still celebrating from within the Smith Residence. However, Morty was still freaked out. "How are you guys not freaking out right now?! T-the whole house is sitting in another dimension! I-I mean, w-what the hell are we supposed to do?! M-M-Mom and Dad are gonna kill us! I'm losing it here, you guys!"

"I can see why you're angry, but aren't you overreacting a bit, ze?" Marisa pointed out.

"Yeah, listen to her and relax, Morty." Rick said, grabbing Morty by the arms. "Relax, Morty, rela-a-a-ax! It's gonna be fine." Just as he grabbed Morty by the arms, he gently let the young boy go. "All we have to do is go out and find us some Kalaxian crystals." As Rick said this, he noticed that his device finally started pulsing, and he looked on with an eager look on his face. "Oh, shit, motherfucker! Kalaxian crystals, kids, just a few miles South of here."

"Welp, time for another adventure." Reimu stated.

"If you're going, I'm going, ze." Marisa added, walking towards Reimu and putting an arm around her. "It's been a long while since I last saw her, and I'm takin' this opportunity."

"Okay. Let's go, then." Morty grabbed Ricks arm in an attempt to pull him towards the direction Rick was going, but Rick stayed firm and refused to budge. "W-w-we got to go get those crystals right now, Rick."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Morty, Morty, I-I can't go with you." Rick stated, getting Morty to let go of his arm. "I got to hang back and make sure everything stays cool here, you know? I mean, who knows what... what if somebody breaks something?"

"Yeah, as if everything else was broken already." Reimu pointed out, remembering the fact that there were drunk teenagers partying inside.

"Yeah. Me too. I should stay." Summer insisted.

"Are you kidding me, you two!? You're just gonna bail!?" Morty yelled.

As the conversation went on, Nancy and a worn-down Abradolf Lincler walked into the living room and went out the backyard door. "Do you guys have any asprin?" Lincler asked.

"Yeah, we do." Reimu answered. "Hopefully, the partygoers hadn't moved it, eaten it or who knows what. If that's the case, then it's in the pantry on the top-"

Before Reimu could continue, Rick took notice of Lincler, who was holding a can of soda onto the side of his head, and shoved him towards Morty and the two girls. "Oh, hey, kids, this is perfect! You can take Lincler with you." Rick said.

"Hey, man, I'm not going anywhere. I'm injured." Lincler stated.

Unfortunately for the fused leader, Rick did not care. "Shut up *urp* Lincler, it's the least you can do for wrecking the living room."

Summer looked towards Nancy and developed a sly grin. "Yeah! And, Nancy, you should go, too." Summer said, shoving the nerdy girl towards the three.

"What? Wh-why me?" a semi-worried Nancy asked.

"Because, uh, you're..." Summer paused for a moment, trying to find a good excuse for Nancy to leave. "You're so good at playing the flute."

After shoving Nancy towards Morty, Lincler, Reimu, and Marisa, she and Rick looked at each other and smiled. The two proceeded to hand Morty the detector that Rick previously held before going back into the house, mostly to return to the party. After a quick silence, Morty was the first to speak up. "You... you ASSHOLES!"

"Forget about them for now. It's their fault if they don't want to do it." Reimu stated, turning Morty around and looking out into the wilderness.

"Yeah, I basically ventured with Reimu before, but goin' out on an alien world is something else." Marisa added. "If we wanna get those crystals, 'tis best we stick together on this ol' trail."

"Urgh, fine... let's just get these stupid-ass crystals." Morty huffed.

Meanwhile, back at the faux Titanic, workers were cleaning up a nonexistant mess that the replica iceberg made. Inside the replica ship, Jerry and Beth were standing in line along with a bunch of angry, complaining guests and customers. "Sorry for the inconvenience, folks. We should resume sinking shortly. In the meantime, please, stay on the ship and enjoy a complimentary plate of James Cameronion rings." The captain handed Beth a card while Jerry scoffed along with his wife.

"Great. Not only is the ship not sinking, but now the fourth wall has been broken." an annoyed Jerry snarked.

At this point, Beth could only sigh. "I am gonna go back to the room to finish my book. You should find that 'Lucy' woman." After saying that, an annoyed Beth walked away to places unknown, much to Jerry's annoyance, disappointment, and slight sadness.

As Jerry stammered for words, the maid walked up to him. "You see, Jerry? May I show you something?"

"Um... sure, I guess?" Jerry answered. It was like he had nobody else to talk to since Beth went away, and he was a little bored. So, he followed Lucy towards a previously unexplored part of the faux Titanic.

That unexplored part was apparently a false storage area, complete with boxes, barrels, and nets galore. As they entered it, Lucy explained what the area was. "Had everything gone as planned, this entire area would be underwater."

"I would have liked to see it. This trip has been a 'Titanic' failure." Jerry couldn't help but chuckle on his joke as he looked towards the maid. "Get it."

"Oh yes I do." she replied before suddenly proceeding to take off her clothes. "Draw me, Jerry."

At this point, the Smith family patriarch was confused. "Oh, boy. Lucy, wow. Uh, this isn't what I had in mind."

"But it's the perfect moment. We've been dreaming about this for 16 years." the maid stated.

"Now you're talking crazy! I've barely known you for the night!" Jerry pleaded.

Unfortunately for Jerry, Lucy was having none of that and held up a gun. "You are gonna draw me." she stated, pointing the gun at Jerry and causing him to yelp in response at the sudden hostility the maid was giving him. "Then you're going to fuck me in that car over there." she concluded, pointing her gun at an old-fashioned car that was convinently sitting at the corner of the room.

Back at the alien world, Reimu, Marisa, Morty, Nancy, and Abradolf Lincler were walking down a natural path, heading closer to the Kalaxian crystals. At this point, Marisa thought about what she had been doing, and ultimately decided that now was the time to tell the whole story. "Reimu... may I mind telling you something?" a semi-timid Marisa asked.

Reimu noticed the tomboy's uncharacteristically shy behavior and took a deep breath. "Considering your body language and all, you must be reluctant on telling me." Marisa took notice of this and looked at Reimu. "I'm not offended or anything, I just picked up on how you were walking and I've been thinking about what you're wanting to talk about."

"Rude to be asking, but were you one of the partygoers who drank too much?" Nancy asked.

"I didn't drink anything!" Marisa replied. She soon took noticed and sighed. "I don't drink alcohol, I'm too young for that. Unlike those so-called 'friends' of yours, I'm not the one to sneak alcohol out of my mother's cupboard and drink it behind her back." As they were walking, Marisa slumped and sighed. "My mother's dead, after all."

"Wait, what?" Morty asked.

"Yeah, for Reimu, you remember me back at Anatomy Park." Marisa stated. "Turned out I was telling ya half the story. Mom, Dad, and I were one big happy family. I used to have a normal life until I was ten. I was watching a movie when it was pre-empted by breaking news about a mass shooting at the restaraunt that Mom and Dad were going. The guy was wearing a mask and his hands were covered with gloves, but, he shot and killed many people who were eating, including my mother."

Reimu gasped. "Damn." She rarely cussed, and sure, both of her parents died, but while it was dramatic, she quickly recovered and made a move on. She saw her original Rick and Morty die before her just to be replaced by the pair she currently has, and recovered as well. But for Marisa, she wondered what happened with her father to cause Marisa herself to run away from him. "So, what of your dad, Marisa? Why did 'ya run away from him?"

Marisa sighed. "Well, he got shot as well, but he survived the blast, abiet with some slight brain damage and a deteriorating mind. It wasn't just brain damage, but the guilt and grief of losing Mom to that guy. He went from loving father to helicopter parent, slowly becoming more abusive after that. I don't know what happened, but I chose to run away from that popsicle stand." She let her head down in shame. "I honestly did not want to see what Dad would become, after all, but after that incident with Ruben, I decided to find out if he was okay or not. Unfortunately, he was not, so I decided to pack up my bags, return to Seattle, and boom, here we are."

At this point, Reimu understood and put a hand on Marisa's shoulder. "Cheer up, Marisa. I saw four relatives die in my lifetime, two of which I saw get killed directly, even if it was an accident. Whatever the case is, I'm sorry for your loss, and needless to say, I hope that you will find yourself in good company with us."

At this point, Marisa let a tomboyish smirk plaster itself onto her face as she looked towards Reimu. "Y'know, that's why I went there to you. Seein' my first adventure out of the ordinary bein' inside a homeless guy's guts, and the fact that I liked it, after Plan A went kaput, I decided to return to Seattle and go on crazy sci-fi 'ventures with ya! Hopefully, once we get those 'Klaxian crystal thingamajigs, we'll be back home, ze! Thanks for listenin' to my story, Reimu. You might be someone I can crash with, after all."

Reimu merely smiled at Marisa before speaking. "Y'know, in all honesty, it's kinda scary being out here alone, even if I keep my cool. I always wanted to have somebody else to join the party and venture with me and Grampa."

Marisa looked at Reimu, yet didn't say anything. The two nodded towards one another and proceeded to follow the paths, their minds wandering elsewhere. Reimu herself took interest in the scenery as she listened to Abradolf Lincler ponder to himself. "It's weird, 'cause I definitely think that all men are created equal. But, at the same time-"

Before Lincler could continue pondering, an annoyed Morty interrupted him. "Okay! Um, the crystals should be really close."

"There they are!" Nancy said, pointing towards clusters of some reddish-magenta crystals that appeared to be growing out of the ground.

"Jackpot!" Marisa stated, rubbing her hands together as she rushed to collect some crystals.

As the kleptomaniac proceeded to put out a sack and place as much crystals as she could into it, she was joined by Reimu, Morty, and Nancy. However, Abradolf Lincler felt that there was something off about the whole thing. "Wait. Something's not right." Lincler mentioned, looking around for any form of danger. Suddenly, a two-headed, doglike alien leapt from the foliage and tackled him, causing Morty and the girls to hide behind one of the crystal clusters. "Get the crystals! I'll handle the beast!" Lincler stated, allowing his teammates to work in peace as he handled the doglike beast. "Prepare to be emancipated from your own inferior genes!"

As the beast let out a war, Lincler lunged at it and stationed himself between the two snarling heads. Meanwhile, the ragtag group used that time they had to collect as many crystals as they can, with Marisa stuffing them into her sac and even Nancy held a small bag to contain them in. "Summer's gonna like me again!" she said with eager glee.

As they collected the crystals, Lincler continued beating the creature back. It was a tough battle, but he won and killed the two-headed canid, lunging its blood-soaked corpse over the rocks. However, he was exhausted, with cuts and bleeding wounds of his own. Lincler breathed heavily as he went on a rock to rest. "Lincler, come on!" a worried Morty pleaded as he and the girls rushed over to check on their friend.

"Mein journey is over, my friends..." Lincler spoke.

"No it ain't. We're gonna bring you back in one piece, that I swear." a concerned Reimu said. She looked towards the rest of the quintet. "Now, can any of you help me carry this man back towards the Smith Residence? He needs serious medical attention!"

Back at the Smith Residence, the party continued raging on. It had somewhat calmed down as Gearhead sat on the couch, playing his guitar and singing a song about the Gear Wars to entertain the partygoers, several of which were huddled around him as he played.

...and the gears, they turned for a thousand years,

...until the dark day that they stopped.

As Gearhead completed his song, he was greeted by the sound of cheering towards his performance. Soon enough, Morty and Nancy went in, helping Reimu carry an injured Lincler while Marisa helped with the Kalaxian crystals. "Oh boy, that was a tough climb, but we got those crystals you wanted." Reimu stated. "Is... is there an empty chair we can put this man in. We have to nurse him back to health."

"If it weren't for us, Lincler would've probably been dead." Morty stated. "He nearly sacraficed himself to save us."

"Besides, we've got those crystals you came for." Nancy said, handing out her sack before looking at a semi-disappointed Marisa. "Oh, and your friend helped a lot."

"I got a little carried away, kleptomania and all." Marisa stated with a semi-embarrased smile and blush as she put the sack down. She took notice to Lincler, who was sitting on the recliner and breathing. "Now, I gotta nurse 'em back to health, ze. I never really helped in carryin' him, so it's the least I can do to compensate."

"So, how much do you need, anyhow?" Reimu asked.

"Just a little bit. Nancy's bag'll be enough." Rick stated, getting Nancy's bag from her hands and looking at the contents. "As for the rest of it, Reimu, could you bring it to the garage for later purposes? Now it's time to put these bad boys to good use."

Reimu nodded as she proceeded to grab Marisa's sack and carry it towards Rick's garage/makeshift lab, and Rick looked at the crystals. "So, are we gonna go home now!?" a desperate and slightly hopeful Morty asked.

"Not exactly, but those crystals will sure be helpful for the time being." As Rick was saying this, he was using his credit card to cut up the crystals into dust. He bent down and sniffed them, and when he got up, his sclera turned a light blue and he shot upwards with glee. "And these babies just saved this lame-ass party! Wubba, lubba, dub, dub!" Rick cheered before looking around. "Play something. Somebody, play something."

A robotic being resembling a boombox pushed a button on its body in response, causing a catchy tune to flood the room. Reimu, who had put the sack of Kalaxian crystals into the garage, returned at the time the tune was playing, and she developed a confused expression on her face. "Okay, what are you doing now, Grampa?" As she asked it, Rick began to dance at the living room floor.

Put your right foot forward,

and your left foot back,

then fucking slide around

like on a Nordic track!

Move to the left!

Step to the right!

Wiggle your elbows, and look ,

look up into the light!

As he danced, people copied his movement, a few of which acted as backup dancers, seemingly entranced at the mad scientist's motions.

It's the-

It's the-

It's the Rick Dance!

It's the-

It's the-

It's the Rick Dance!

By this point, other people started dancing, including Brad and his jock friends. Birdperson, while not dancing, was impressed by the groove as Tammy sat right by him. "Slow Mobius! Hit me with the clock beam!" Rick ordered. Slow Mobius eagerly used this to add some rather impressive special effects with his temporal abilities, capturing one scene in slow motion for a few shots as he sped through it.

It's the-

It's the-

It's the Rick Dance!

A worn out Lincler merely groaned as he was tended to by Marisa and now Reimu as well, who ultimately decided to help Marisa help Lincler. "I don't know what's going on..."

Do a twist,

then do a turn!

One! Two! Three!

You just gotta learn!

To do the Rick,

you gotta jump up and down!

Bend your knees,

and make this sound:

Rick took a deep breath before saying his familiar catchphrase.

WUBBA!

LUBBA!

DUB DUB!

Rick did a backflip and landed on the cofee table with a perfect ten. "That's the Rick Dance, baby!" Rick cheered. He proceeded to burp and laugh as he proceeded to get down from the coffee table. "Whoa man!"

"What the hell was that?!" a furious Morty asked. Reimu and Marisa angrily glared at Rick for pullling that stunt, but their hands were already tied with treating Abradolf Lincler's injuries to focus on Rick's attitude about the whole ordeal. "I thought those crystals were supposed to help us get home or something, you liar!"

"I *urp* didn't lie on that party. I didn't say those crystals would get us home." Rick stated. "I can get us home whenever I want to. But, listen, speaking of those crystals, can I get the rest of them? You know, that sack Marisa had? I'm starting to come down, Morty." As he said that, his sclera proceeded to turn back to their regular color. "Kalaxian crystal dust gives you a really strong, but fleeting high."

As Rick scratched his cheek, Morty angrily snatched the crystals from the spot they were in. "That's what I think of your crystals, Rick!" He yelled, furiously throwing them as far as they could. The bag landed in the yard, to which, before anyone could grab it, it was grabbed by one of the giant testicle monsters.

"Oh, Morty, you idiot! Does anybody else have any more k-lax? B-birdperson?" Birdperson just shrugged. Squanchy came out, now having finished his 'business'. "Uh, squanchy?"

"Don't squaunch at me." Squanchy replied.

"Wait a minute, I still have that sack, I could get it from the crystals Marisa took!"

"Oh no you don't!" Morty yelled. At this point, the alien that took the Kalaxian crystal dust became high itself, signified by its eyes turning blue and it doing the same dance Rick did previously. "All right, everybody, party is officially over! Rick, take us home now." Morty demanded.

At this point, Reimu and Marisa would agree with Morty, but ultimately decided not to say anything as not to escalate things further or bring themsevles into this. However, that did not mean Rick was willing to do it. "All right, all right, fine, Morty, you party pooper buzzkill! Boo, boo! Morty sucks!"

Nearly everybody in the room booed at Morty, including Tammy. "Boo! You suck, whatever your name is." Tammy yelled. As everyone booed at Morty, the angered child merely stormed out of the room as a disappointed Gearhead spoke.

"But these gears just started turnin'."

Back in the storage room at the faux Titanic, a worried Jerry was busy drawing a picture of the maid he was being held hostage by. "Almost finished, Jerry?" the maid asked.

"Uh, almost..." Jerry replied sheepishly as he worked on the sketch. " haven't quite captured your beautiful eyes."

The maid held her gun towards Jerry. "I'm sure it's good enough. Move!" Holding her victim at gunpoint, both she and Jerry walked towards the old-fashioned car. "Every weekend, Jacks and Roses have their Titanic experience in this car, and I have to mop it up. The floor drops out to make it easier." To demonstrate, she kicked the car, causing its floor to drop down. She developed a sly grin on her face. "But now it's my turn. We're going to get it nice and steamy in there, and I'm going to slam my hand on the steam and leave a nice handprint, and then you're going to love inside of me." The maid shoved Jerry into the car with a devilish grin on her face. "No mess, no clean."

Before Lucy could do anything to Jerry, a book was thrown at the back of her head, knocking her out. Jerry's savior was none other than Beth. "Bet you're glad I think kindles are dumb now."

"Beth!" a relieved Jerry yelled, rushing over to her as he hugged his wife, who still had an unimpressed look on her face. As Jerry ran, he let go of the notebook, letting pieces of paper fly onto the maid's body as various faux Titanic employees went to investigate the scene.

Eventually, the sun did rise from its spot from underneath the horizon, and Beth and Jerry were busy packing since their getaway went south. Well, more so Jerry than Beth, who began to feel guilty for letting him out with Lucy. "I can't help but feel a little guilty. I didn't peg someone such as a maid for a rapist."

"What does a rapist look like exactly, Beth?" Jerry asked in a confused manner. "Is it a slavic man wearing a denim jacket with a patchy beard and the scent of cheap champagne wafting over his blister-pocked lips?" As he asked for the description, Jerry slowly became less and less secure about himself as he thought of the description.

"What?" Beth asked. Jerry stuttered, not giving an answer. Seeing that he was just glancing around, Beth decided to continue the conversation herself. "Well, at least you got all this free stuff. Should be enough to satisfy your Titanic Jones for a while." With packing up and done, Beth proceeded to drive, but unfortunately, Jerry was wanting to pack something else in.

What Jerry was carrying is one of the Titanic painting boards, to which he put it into the front seat along with Beth, letting out fake groans as he did so. "Ugh! I'm not going to fit." Jerry said, slowly slipping away from the painting board, attempting to recreate Jack's drowning from the Titanic movie. "Beth, listen to me. You're going to get out of here. You're gonna go on, and-"

Before Jerry could continue, Beth interrupted him, seemingly feed up with Titanic-themed stuff. "Jerry, just leave the door."

"It's not a door, Beth. It's debris." Jerry stated.

"I don't care. Just leave it." Beth demanded, slightly more forceful than the last time.

At this point, Jerry couldn't disappoint his wife any longer. "Yeah. Okay."

Jerry proceeded to take the faux debris out of the car and proceeded to go into the shotgun in its place. Before the car began to move, he looked at Lucy's necklace with sadness and proceeded to drop it, unknowing that Lucy herself, now fully clothed, was hanging down from the car as it started to move. "Ahahahah! 'Cape fear'! Hahahaha! 'Cape fear'! I'm - I'm doing - I'm - I'm going to do like from 'Cape Fear'." Beth and Jerry's car hit the front of the road, causing her to get thrown off and run over by the back tires, leaving her a moaning, bloody stain on the parking lot, slowly getting covered by ice and snow.

It was at this time that the partygoers were going back to their respective homes and places. The house was transported back to its proper place, and people starting going to their own places. As humans, monsters, aliens, and all manner of creatures left the Smith Residence. "Hey, squanchers! The party's squanching on at my place!" At this part, various people in the crowd cheered at the feline's proposal.

For Brad and Jessica, the former was wrapping his arm around the latter, a shocked and depressed Morty witnessing the event at hand. Summer attempted to arrive with the rest of them with a grin on her face. "Cool. I'm coming, too."

Unfortunately for her, Squanchy stopped her. "Uh, no. You're not squanchy enough for a Squanchy party."

"Uh, what?" Summer asked.

"Nancy told us what a bitch you are." Squanchy blatantly said before he, too, left.

As everyone left, Summer spotted a familiar glasses-wearing girl walk along with them. "Guys, seriously. Nancy?"

At this point, Nancy ultimately decided to speak her part of the deal. "Summer, you're a bad person. All you care about is having popular people like you." an angered, yet still calm Nancy explained. "That's not what Abradolf Lincler did back there. And that's not what we did back there, either." And with that, Nancy left the house, to which a visibly furious Morty slammed the door and placed himself right in front of it.

At this point, an angered Summer and a furious Morty went into the living room, with the former flopping down on the recliner. "Next time I party, I'm just gonna focus on getting totally wrecked." She looked towrads Rick, who had flopped himself on the couch. "You're so wise."

Rick merely mumbled as he flopped down. Reimu, who was busy picking up spare pieces of garbage, sighed. "Y'know, I still kinda disapprove of what you two did back there, especially you, Summer. I'm still mad at Grampa for pulling his stunt, but at least Lincler's thing had a good reason, even if it was rather hypocritical, considering other people were wrecking the house along with him." She sighed and looked at her sleeping grandfather. "Though, I do have to admit, he did a pretty good job at throwing a party."

"How were you enjoying this, Reimu!?" Morty shouted. Before he went any further, he sighed. "Ugh, just, let, let me help you with the garbage situation, kay?"

Morty rolled his eyes and proceeded to grab a black bag and clean the area of garbage. He was approaching the back door when he noticed Birdperson standing there. "May I assist you three with that." the avian said, looking at Reimu, Marisa, and Morty.

"Sounds good to us. More hands means we'll be doing it faster." Marisa stated.

Birdperson began helping them clean the house, but he stood up and looked at the three halfway. "Do any of you know what 'Wubba Lubba Dub Dub' means?" he asked.

"Uh, that's just Rick's stupid nonsense catchphrase." a grumpy Morty answered.

"It's not nonsense." Birdperson stated, causing Morty to roll his eyes and for Reimu to raise an eyebrow, as well as Marisa looking at Birdperson. "In my people's tongue, it means, 'I am in great pain. Please help me'."

"Is that why he drinks so much? He's got something he refuses to tell us?" Reimu asked.

"Well, I got news for you two. He's saying it ironically." Morty stated, looking at Reimu and Birdperson.

"No, Morty. Your grandfather is, indeed, in very deep pain. That is why he must numb himself." Birdperson stated, gesturing towards Rick's sleeping form.

"I kinda get it, but I'm too young to legally drink, anyhow." Marisa answered, still picking up garbage.

"Come on, you guys. Rick's not that complicated. He's just a huge asshole." Morty stated.

At this part, Birdperson spoke once more. "During the events of the party, I've been told he now adventures with young Reimu over there." Birdperson pointed towards Reimu, who looked back with a semi-worn expression and a slight smile. "Since you're no longer the main sidekick, you have an opportunity to get out of adventures altogether. "It appears fate has presented you with an opportunity to free yourself of your grandfather."

At this point, Morty processed what Birdperson was saying and threw the garbage bag down. "You know what? You're right. I shouldn't even care. This is probably the best thing that could have happened to me. I'm sick of having adventures with Rick." As he was saying this, Summer, by now, decided to join in with the cleaning as Birdperson proceeded to follow Morty into the kitchen.

"My people have another saying: 'Gubba Nub Nub Doo Rah Kah'. It means, 'Whatever lets you sleep at night'."

Before Birdperson continue, Summer noticed a notification on her phone and sighed. "Mom and Dad are heading home right now." she stated.

"Aw man, even with five pairs of hands helpin', it's just not enough!" Marisa yelled.

Birdperson took a moment to look at the blonde tomboy before turning towards Morty. "This is your moment, Morty. Not for Rick, but for your family and friends. Choose wisely. Tammy!" Upon calling for Tammy, the teen jumped onto his back. "Ca-caw!" At his cry, Birdperson rocketed off and flew to parts unknown.

At this point, Morty knew what he must do, and ran towards Rick to wake him up. "Rick, wake up." Morty said, shaking his grandfather as he opened his eyes.

"Huh? What? Wait? What? What? Stop." Rick groaned.

"Come on, you have to be doing something, quick! Beth and Jerry are on their way here right now!" Reimu stated.

"Augh. Uh, all - all right." Rick answered. He got up to stretch, and proceeded to take a glass of water and fill it before taking a drink. "Ahh! So good."

As he was drinking, Summer noticed Beth and Jerry's car in the distance. "We're so dead."

"Can any of you bring me the thing?" Rick groggily asked.

"What thing? You have to be specific with us." Marisa stated.

At this point, Rick rubbed his head to focus on what he was trying to picture in his head. "The thing. The thing. The... the... it's got, like, buttons on it and lights on it. It... it... it beeps." Rick explained, trying to picture the specific device he was looking for.

"Rick! That describes everything in your garage!" Morty yelled.

At this point, Summer came in, holding a remote-shaped device in her hands. "Do you mean this?" she asked.

"Summer *urp* for the win..." Rick slurred. He grabbed the remote from Summer's hands and pushed a few buttons on it, sending strange-looking waves across the world.

At first, it seemed as if nothing was happening, and everyone was confused. "So... what was it supposed to do, ze?" Marisa asked.

"Uh, s-see for yourself. This remote... that should do it..." Rick wearily said.

The four teenagers looked at each other and proceeded to walk outside the house. To their surprise, they didn't feel cold from the winter air, and what was even more surprising was that an angry Beth and a furious Jerry had been frozen in time, stuck storming towards the Smith Residence's front door. Marisa peeked out and proceeded to poke Jerry's nose several times. "Woah... cool beans." she stated, waving a hand against Jerry's face. "Hey guys, check it out, time itself has been frozen!"

"Yeah, e-everything's frozen in time." Rick stated, wobbling towards Morty and the girls. "Yeah, and Slow Mobius thinks he's all that."

"Judging by their distance towards the front door, that was really close." Reimu stated. "But... how long is time gonna be frozen, anyhow?"

"I don't know. How long do you guys want? A week? A month?" Rick asked. "Fortunately, while time's frozen, none of us will age even a *urp* day, so we've got time."'

"Can we start cleaning the house and see how we feel?" Summer asked.

"Um... sure? Let's... let's do that." Rick said.

Shortly after Rick froze time, he, Reimu, Marisa, Morty, and Summer immediately began cleaning the house. They started small with the cans and various other pieces of garbage that the partygoers left out, de-soaking and removing whatever waste was left over as well. They began repairing the house from the inside and out. Even with snow covering the roof, they knew that they would have to remove any debris that managed to get itself on it due to rabid partygoers. They put furniture back into place and even fixed the hole that Abradolf Lincler made by busting through the wall.

As they were painting over the wall, Rick accidentally splashed some paint onto Summer. The redhead laughed and proceeded to flick paint back onto Rick. The five of them laughed and proceeded to flick paint onto one another for fun. The house was already repaired, so they decided to use all the time in the world they have to have as much fun as possible. Reimu and Marisa were carving pumpkins on the table, the two smirking before putting the pumpkins on Beth and Jerry before giving each other a high five.

Rick, Morty, and Summer, meanwhile, were running through the streets, pulling peoples' pants down, exposing their nether regions. Occasionally, the three set up pranks on some of the time-frozen pedestrians, such as placing pies in a position where they would slam into their faces once time stopped, setting up tripwires to which they would trip and fall once they make contact, among many other types of pranks.

Later on, the five of them stole a television from a Best Buy down the street, and proceeded to plug it in via Rick's technology, and were busy watching the Titanic. At the end of the movie, they proceeded to give their critique. "Y'know, Beth and Jerry were on their Titanic-themed getaway, but after watching the movie, it turned out that the whole thing was actually kinda boring." Reimu stated.

"Agreed. It was the worst movie I've seen so far." Rick added.

"I can agree, too, ze." Marisa responded.

"Me three." Morty agreed.

"Ooh boy, me five." Summer said.

"It was a waste of time." Morty stated. Soon enough, everyone noticed Morty's unintentional pun and laughed about it. "Get it? You know, 'cause it's frozen." He looked towards Reimu and had a question to ask. "So, what is Austro-Germania, anyway?"

"Yeah, I seem to have gotten a little behind on this one." Rick admitted. "I wasn't really into reading history, but could you at least tell us the basics?"

"Well, basically, Austro-Germania was what Austria-Hungary became after its loss in the First World War. It and its allies of the Ottomans, France, and Russia were defeated by the forces of Britain, Italy, Greece, and Japan. Apparently, Austria-Hungary was balkanized, with German Austria nearly integrated into the Kaiserreich. However, a man known as Adolf Hitler and the Nazi Party overtook the Austrian Government and planned on not just rebuilding the Austro-Hungarian Empire, but also beyond, creating a quote-on-quote 'greater' Germany from Vienna's rule, overthrow the Kaiser, and build a 'utopia' for so-called Aryans." Reimu explained. "The Second World War was between the Grand Alliance of the United States, Britain, Germany, the Green Ukraine, Greece, China, and a reluctant France against a fascist bloc of Austro-Germania, Italy, Japan, the USSR, Spain, and a new Turkish State. Though Austro-Germania was the main aggressor, it was Japan that surrendered last, they even dropped the bomb on Hiroshima just to make 'em surrender. The treaties were signed, with German Austria feeling that they can't be an independent nation due to Hitler's war crimes, and Japan admitted to its faults and decided to turn a new leaf and reset anew. As for France, it remained under self-isolation for quite some time."

"Woah, that's similar to the World War II of our dimension, huh, Rick?" Morty asked.

"Uh huh, I guess so." Rick stated. "I'll... I'll tell you a little later on."

"Admittadely, this has been so much fun." Summer added.

"Hey, Rick. You know, this whole time, I haven't once heard you say that 'Wubba Lubba Dub Dub' thing you usually say." Morty pointed out.

"Don't need to." Rick stated. "I have a *urp* new catchphrase."

"Well, what is it?" Reimu asked.

"I love you kids." Rick answered. Various reactions of empathy and joy came about from Morty and the girls, only to end just as quickly when Rick spoke once more. "Psych! Just kidding - my new catchphrase is, 'I don't give a fuck'." He proceeded to stand straight on and turn on a radio, proceeding to sing along with the tune.

Just shake that ass, bitch!

Let me see what you got!

Just shake that ass, bitch!

Let me see what you got!

When Morty, Summer, and Marisa began dancing along with Rick, Reimu merely looked at the audience and shrugged before getting up herself and proceeding to dance along with her grandfather, cousins, and a new friend. Whatever the future will hold, she now knows that she has great people alongside her, people she can look up to in their feats, and overcome in their faults. For Reimu Sanchez, this has been one of the best days in her life so far.

And that's all for Season One, folks! Man, I enjoyed writing the first season, and I can't believe it was Christmas when I first published this. Now look, we're back at school on a new school year and lo and behold, things are starting to look better after the COVID-19 epidemic. Well, it's still going on, but with Biden's brand new vaccine act, I have high hopes that this thing will get over and done with just a little bit quicker than it would have without it. Sure, there are gonna be a few pig-headed bastards that will refuse to change, but unfortunately (and fortunately), we can't change everyone's decision.

On story-related topics, if any of you are diehard fans of Rick & Morty, then you will have most likely seen Rickmurai Jack, which answered a whole lot of unanswered lore, like what Rick's backstory was, and why Evil Morty is quote-on-quote 'evil'. It was unexpected that Evil Morty just wanted to leave, yet the Central Finite Curve being a barrier that keeps worlds where Ricks are the top dog away from other worlds is a game-changer. I am not sure what to do with the Evil Morty replacement, to those who want to be spoiled in my story, is a demon of sorts that has possessed Evil Rick and puppeting his body from within as opposed to Evil Morty himself, who controlled his body remotely. I did (and still kinda do) have plans on the role of this Evil Morty replacement, but I might have to look at how I am gonna rewire my ideas to better fit yet still fit future seasons. Ah well, I might have to wait for Season 6 to roll out, but fortunately for you and somewhat for me, I've got a lot of writing and some leeway to go.

Now, a little tidbit on why Season 1 was so... wintery: The seasons are the seasons, people! Yup, ya heard me correctly, the seasons are the seasons! Season 1 is in winter, Season 2 will be in spring, Season 3 is summer, Season 4 shall be in fall, and Season 5 is winter again, which repeats the cycle. That means I might have to put a little more elbow grease into writing this masterpiece of mine. Make no mistake, it will take a long time to do it, but the end result will be worth it.

As for Season 2, well, Season 1 entered the characters and with Ricksy Business done with, I reintroduced Marisa into the cast as a main character, being the only one outside the family so far. As for other Touhou characters, boy do I have plans with them. You wanted them, and I will deliver. I just gotta find proper episodes to fit them into, and as for this next one, you might as well guess who dropped the knife on this one, if ya get the joke that is.

And oh hey, look, I breached fifteen thousand words on this chapter, that added with all the extra bold text in the author's notes, is a pretty big milestone for this story, effectively making it the longest chapter in it so far. See ya at the story's equivalent of 'A Rickle In Time', people! Tune in next time!