Author Note: Hello, here is the new chapter of my story. This chapter is going to be an adaptational of season 1, episode 5 Meeseeks And Destroy. They're not much different from the canon episode other than the giant Dale does not die, and instead of using the Meeseeks to become popular, Summer uses them to help Heather win the class election. I understand if people are disappointed in seeing just a novelization of a canon episode. Still, I choose to use this episode because it fits with the sup plots I already have, like Summer helping Heather become class president. Also, the next chapter would deal with the aftermath of this chapter, like Morty coping with what happened to him.

Despite this chapter having minor changes, I hope you enjoy Morty's friend's reaction to this adventure and their behavior. Even those there aren't any significant changes to the chapter, I wanted Morty's friends to do more than just be there, and their behavior may foreshadow things about their role in future adventures.

A storm was raging outside as Rick and Morty fled through the run-down space station, sparks and various substances spraying around them as various pipes and wires had been ruptured.

The evil clones of their family were in hot pursuit, their faces contorted as they flailed like crazed zombies in a horror movie.

Rick called out. "Run!"

The three clones tackled Rick to the ground, knocking the device from his hand. It skidded along the floor and eventually landed at Morty's feet. He looked down at it, conflicted.

Rick turned his head to his grandson, kicking and pushing at the wide-eyed clones as they tried to grapple him. "Morty, do it! Hit the button now!"

Morty scooped up the device but was still hesitant to use it.

"But they're my parents and sister!" He couldn't bring himself to do it - he knew that he had to, but they looked too much like his family and the thought of having to do that to them just felt wrong.

His grandfather was getting agitated. "Morty, I already told you, it's not your family! They're clones from an alternate reality possessed by demonic alien spirits from another dimension's future! Do you need a mnemonic device or something? Just hit the button already!"

Morty was breaking out in a cold sweat as the twisted replicant of his mother started approaching him. Then, for a second she seemed almost alive - almost normal.

"Morty, please." She tried to coax him, her voice slightly off but very close to his mother's. "I love you sweetheart."

Morty wailed in distress as he finally managed to push her away, feeling a pang of guilt - she looked too much like his own mother. He leapt away from her and towards the glowing red button that jutted out of the wall, stooping to press it. This sent a cascade of energy erupting from the emitter under the clones' feet. He couldn't help but glance back up and catch a look at them as they melted, their screams chilling him to the bone. He couldn't look away.

Then they were gone, almost too quickly.

Rick jumped to collect the vessel that contained the absorbed spirits, calming down surprisingly quickly despite the situation that had just unfolded.

"Good work, Morty." He beamed, smiling with relief.

His grandson braced himself against the floor, groaning as he reeled from what he had just seen. Finally he got back to his feet as Rick opened a portal back to their garage and followed him through, trembling and dizzily holding a hand to his temple. It was hard to process what had just happened.

Rick was still a little distracted by his relief and joy at having captured them. "Y-You know, these demonic alien spirits are really valuable!"

But Morty could barely hear him as his stomach emptied itself out onto the floor in the corner.

His grandfather realised his distress and diverted his attention right away. "Oh. Are you okay, Morty? Told you not to trust that tuna."

Morty sobbed as he wiped bile from his face. "I just killed my family! I don't care what they were!"

Rick cracked a dark joke through half-lidded eyes. "I dunno, Morty. Some people would pay top dollar for that kinda breakthrough."

His inability to understand Morty's distress only enraged his grandson, who was already in a messy place emotionally. "Y-You know what, Rick? That's it! I-I'm done with these…insane adventures! That was really traumatizing! I quit! I'm out!"

He gestured aggressively as he yelled at his grandfather, before turning to storm out of the garage. Rick quickly took after him to try and stop him, his hand outstretched.

"Whoa, Whoa!" Rick called out, putting a hand on his shoulder. "C-come on, Morty! D-D-Don't be like that! Listen… The universe is a crazy, chaotic place!"

He was trying to offer some kind of explanation, some sort of reassurance - Rick had never been very good at that, though. He shoved his hand back off of his shoulder and pointed an accusing finger at him.

"You're the one that's crazy and chaotic! Adventures are supposed to be simple! And fun!"

"Oh yeah, Morty. Yeah, t-t-that- that's real easy to say from the sidekick position." Rick grumbled, feeling a little frustrated with him and struggling to understand his intense reaction. "But—But, uh, h-how about next time, you try being in charge. Then we'll talk about how simple and fun it is."

Morty's eyes brightened at the statement, which was intended to just be dismissive but he took it as a legitimate offer anyways. "Seriously Rick?! Y-You'll let me call the shots?"

Rick was hesitant to actually follow through on such a passing statement, but he realised that it brought the smile back to Morty's face better than any of his poor attempts at reasoning had. Maybe this was a better way to cheer him up and support him, since the old man was never any good at emotional stuff. Still, he was a little annoyed at how readily Morty had called his work 'simple' - it was petty of him, but Rick could just be a pretty petty guy sometimes.

"Okay, fine. But let's make it interesting, Morty. I-I-If your adventure sucks, and we bail halfway through it, you lose the right to bitch about all future adventures." He scowled. "Plus, you have to do my laundry for a month."

Morty felt his competitive streak kicking in at the proposed wager. "Okay, all right, tough guy! But if my adventure's good... I get to be in charge of every third adventure!"

Rick looked back, deadpan. "Every 10th."

"Deal… All right. Plus, if I want one of my friends to take my place as leader I can do that too okay? Well, come on, let's get going." He excitedly grabbed his grandfather's arm.

Rick was taken by surprise by how eager he was to set off already after such an intense trip, but soon was interrupted by his daughter entering the garage.

"Dad, the dishwasher's doing that thing again."

"Washing dishes?"

"No. The opposite. Can you fix it-"

But Beth was interrupted by Summer, who stepped into the garage too, holding her school notebook in front of her chest. "Grandpa Rick, can you help me with my science homework?"

He shrugged. "Yeah just… Just don't do it."

"Grandpa!"

Then in came Jerry with ridiculous timing, holding a large jar of mayonnaise he'd just retrieved from the kitchen.

"Hey, Rick, you got some kind of hand-shaped device that can open this mayonnaise jar?"

He was visibly overwhelmed by the many needs of his family. "Wow. Hat trick. All right, Morty, let's put a pin in this. I got to help your pathetic family."

"Oh, that sounds like something a chicken would say." He bent his elbows and made flapping movements like a bird, mimicking the sound of a chicken. "Bawk, bawk bawk… bawk bawk bawk-"

The teasing got to him, and now he was determined to beat Morty in their little wager just to spite him for calling him chicken.

"Oh, Morty, you done did it this time. It's on. I can't wait to watch your adventure lay a huge fart. As for you dingdongs…" He reached for a large device in the shape of a cube on his shelf and turned towards Beth, Summer and Jerry. "This is a Meeseeks box. Let me show you how it works. You press this."

He pushed a round blue button on the top face of the cube, and a large blue humanoid creature spawned in the middle of the room in a puff of smoke. The strange blue man had mitten-like hands and a wide smile on his face that looked kind of friendly but in an uncanny way.

"I'm Mr. Meeseeks! Look at me!" He cheered, waving his arms.

Rick continued. "You make a request - Mr. Meeseeks, open Jerry's stupid mayonnaise jar."

"Yes, siree!"

Mr. Meeseeks was permanently joyful in his disposition to an unnatural degree, seemingly happy to perform any task given to him. He grabbed the jar out of Jerry's hands gently.

"The Meeseeks fulfills the request..." Rick explained as the blue person easily twisted off the lid of the jar and handed it back to Jerry.

Mr. Meeseeks stood proudly with his hands on his hips. "All done!"

Jerry was impressed. "Wow!"

"And then, it stops existing."

And sure enough, Mr. Meeseeks disappeared as quickly as he had appeared, seemingly vanishing into thin air.

Summer put a hand to her mouth in shock. "Oh my God, he exploded?"

"Trust me, they're fine with it." Rick reassured her before passing the box to Jerry. "Knock yourselves out, just k-keep your requests simple. They're not -urp- gods."

Morty was getting impatient - he and his grandfather had a competitive clash going on, and the longer he spent standing and staring at his family the more he wanted to be sick again as he thought back to what he'd seen earlier. He needed to get back to the adventure to take his mind off it.

"All right! Get out of here now - everybody out of here! I'm gonna get some of my friends over. I've got a bet to win!" He waved his hands and ushered them out of the garage.

Pulling out his phone he got into the voice channel in the group's voice chat and everyone else who was available quickly hopped on.

"Hey guys, are you up for an adventure today? I had a really rough one just now where we had to kill some alien clone things that looked a lot like my family and… Well, long story short I made a bet with Rick and I'm leading the team this time. We're hoping for a nice, fun one this time around so I can show my leadership skills." He announced. "Who's in?"

"Hell yeah, man. Cody and I just finished working on some gadgets. We'll get some of our stuff together." Noah responded.

Kitty piped up. "I am so in!"

Harold cleared his throat. "Yeah, I just need to get my nunchucks out of my closet."

"Hell yeah, a nice fun adventure!" Zoey cheered.

"Dawn? Sam?"

"Yeah, of course. I'd like to see you today anyways." Dawn agreed.

He could hear Sam hurriedly getting out of his chair. "Hell yeah, let's go!"

Morty smiled. "Great, I'll see you guys soon."

In the living room, Beth, Jerry and Summer hovered around the Meeseeks box.

Beth gasped. "So many possibilities."

Summer was trembling with excitement. "My mind is racing."

"If we're gonna use this thing, which I'm not even sure we should, we need to keep it simple." Jerry stated, reminding them of what Rick had said earlier.

Summer pressed the button and spawned a new Meeseeks - blue and grinning ear-to-ear just like the last one.

"I'm Mr. Meeseeks!" He announced to the room.

Summer wasted no time. "I want to help my friend Heather win class presidency at school!"

"Oooh, okay!"

Jerry flinched. "Summer, what did I just-"

It was too late. Beth was already spawning another.

"Ooh, I'm Mr. Meeseeks! Look at me!"

"I want- I want to be a more complete woman!" She stated.

Jerry frowned. "Beth!"

Meeseeks grinned. "Oh, yeah! Yes, ma'am!"

"You guys are doing it wrong. He said 'simple'." Jerry repeated, frustrated with his family.

He spawned his own.

"Hey there. I'm Mr. Meeseeks!"

He hesitated as he made up his mind - he needed to be as realistic as possible. "Mr. Meeseeks, I would like to take two strokes off my golf game."

"Ooh, yeah! Can do!"

Jerry smiled, pleased with himself. "Nailed it."

Morty led the whole group through a humble town in what looked like a medieval fantasy village. The place felt like a fairy tale, with the old wood-beam houses and people bustling around in long, heavy clothes. The people themselves also looked like, well, people - pretty much just like regular humans.

Rick didn't seem all too impressed. "God, Morty, what a boring start to an adventure. Why didn't we just go to Kentucky?"

"Rick, this is a fantasy-type world with creatures and all sorts of fantasy things." Morty explained. "We're going on a quest, okay?"

Sam, who was already excitedly glancing around, suddenly piped up. "A quest! Yeah, we're like an adventure party in an RPG or something!"

"Yeah, now that you say that…" Noah had a very pleased look on his face as his imagination ran wild.

"Yes, oh my gosh!" Kitty clapped her hands and a big smile stretched across her face. "What class of adventurer do you guys think I would be? I'm thinking maybe sorcerer, but Sam always says I'm more of a bard."

Sam joined in. "Well, I always play warrior or rogue class characters."

Rick rolled his eyes at how childish they were all being. His voice was grim. "Oh, boy. Dungeons and friggin' Dragons with a bunch of teenagers. Can't wait."

Cody continued their little hype-train as he bombarded Rick with questions. "Hey Rick, you think this is an alternate version of Earth? They speak English here and a lot of them look just like regular humans. Why do you think that is? Do you think there's some connection between this dimension and ours?"

"I honestly don't know, man. It's an alternate dimension, it could have humans or even human-like inhabitants for any number of reasons." Rick shrugged.

Noah insisted. "But realistically, Rick, isn't it interesting that this place seems to look kind of like medieval Europe? I wonder what in particular is different? I think I might be coming up with a theory as to-"

Before he could go off on his tangent, Rick interrupted him. "Alright, alright. Cut it with the questions kid, I aint a fuckin' -urp- search engine, alright? I don't know, so you can worry about that later. Just live in the moment, or whatever. Besides, I don't know about medieval Europe. I don't do time travel."

Cody turned his expectant face towards his friend instead. "Dawn, you like History right?"

"Woah. Before you ask, I have no clue yet either…" She put her hands up in front of her. "Maybe once we've seen more of this world I might be able to say something about it."

Morty had found a wooden platform and was climbing onto it along with Harold, Kitty and Sam. He called out to the surrounding townspeople as the other three posed heroically around him.

"Ahem. Excuse me! We are a band of humble heroes in search of adventure!"

That seemed to pique people's interest, and a crowd started to gather.

Rick groaned as he saw Harold pose dramatically with his nunchucks. "Oh, my God, this is so embarrassing."

A villager approached them, speaking to Morty. "At last! Some heroes! You must help us! This village is terribly poor, yet the giant that lives in the clouds above has untold treasures!"

He gestured into the distance towards a giant beanstalk that stretched up into the clouds. Now, that certainly looked familiar.

Morty beamed. "You know what? I accept your call to adventure, good sir, kind sir."

Kitty joined in. "Sounds like the kind of quest we can handle, sir! Your financial worries will soon be over!"

He turned to his grandpa, feeling slightly smug. "Come on, Rick. There's a giant in the clouds!"

"Yeah. -burp- Beginner's luck."

As the group took off in the direction of that giant plant, Dawn suddenly hesitated and spoke up.

"Wait, I don't know about this… You know this is a lot like the story of Jack and the Beanstalk."

Harold's face beamed with excitement as he was reminded of the old tale. "Hey, you're right Dawn! That story is so cool."

She shook her head. "You're missing the point… That story is a cautionary tale, right? Jack wasn't supposed to steal from the giant, and stealing is what made the giant rage out and attack. Stealing from the giant was the wrong move."

Zoey nodded. "Yeah, that's actually a really good shout."

Noah raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms as he thought about it. "Yeah, but this is our story, right? It's not the same."

Dawn sighed in frustration. "So you guys don't feel bad about stealing from this giant, even if it could have major repercussions later?"

The rest of them all looked at each other for a second and then shrugged. It seemed that Dawn's and Zoey's opinion had been voted out of circulation.

Harold tried to convince the two of them to not worry. "Look, guys, I know you're worried but this is for the townspeople… They need the money."

Dawn took in his words, and sure maybe stealing from the giant might benefit the people of the town - she still had a bad feeling about it.

Noah chimed in. "And even if there are problems we'll sort them out when they happen."

"Yeah, I'll use my specialised skills to tackle anything that comes our way." Harold held out his nunchucks triumphantly.

"We're a full party and not just a lone adventurer like Jack was. We can probably handle a giant." Sam seemed to still be absorbed in this whole fantasy RPG idea.

"Ugh, fine." Zoey caved.

"Well, alright…" Dawn was still hesitant, but she wasn't about to start an argument over it. "But if things go badly then don't get grumpy when I say I told you so…"

The school gym was bustling with energy as Meeseeks completed the victory speech for Heather's win. The win had been a landslide. The room was decorated with streamers and bunting, and students were flying cardboard signs with Heather's name written in permanent marker.

Meeseeks leaned into the microphone at the podium. "In conclusion, Heather has been the best possible candidate for class president this year, and her new position will bring about a wonderful school year. I'm Mr. Meeseeks! Look at me! Thank you!"

The room erupted with applause and a group of students approached Heather and Summer to interview them for the school paper.

Meanwhile, the Principal was timidly approaching Meeseeks now that he was done talking.

"Uh, Mr. Meeseeks, was it? Yeah. Gene Vagina. Listen, I'm in a bit of a custody thing with my ex and was wondering-" But Meeseeks vanished before he could even finish his sentence. "No, I'll get your info from Summer."

The crowd started to dissipate and Summer and Heather were able to catch their breath.

"You really pulled through for me, huh… I'm honestly impressed. I had a plan to make sure I won, but with this Meeseeks guy it was honestly a breeze." Heather smiled, very pleased with the way today had gone.

Summer smiled right back. "Right? He really made this whole thing go smoothly."

"I think you might just be my new best friend, Summer. I promise you we will celebrate this occasion - I'll reward you properly very soon for helping me do all this." Heather patted her friend on the back. "You're a real boss bitch, you know? A total badass. You deserve a treat."

She was flattered to say the least. "I'd love that, Heather. It's nice to spend time with you."

The two of them made their way out of the gym, leaving Courtney standing in awe amongst the bustling thinning crowd. She couldn't believe she'd just lost so spectacularly. It was especially frustrating to see Summer involved in it too, with her grandpa's creepy blue creature… thing. Just what were those two playing at anyways? She went home that afternoon feeling bitter.

"I got pregnant at 17. I mean, I still put myself through veterinary school. Yes, I'm successful, but what if I hadn't…" Beth hesitated, getting fidgety as she looked across the restaurant table at the Meeseeks that sat in the other seat staring and listening. "I'm just saying, somewhere along the way, I lost that wide-eyed girl from Muskegon."

Meeseeks quickly reassured her. "She's still there, Beth."

She laughed grimly. "Well, her waistline isn't."

It felt strange having such an honest conversation about the way she felt, especially sitting down with a strange-looking blue fellow at an outdoor restaurant table for two.

"Beth, having a family doesn't mean that you stop being an individual." His odd, goofy voice was coming through with uncharacteristic wisdom. "You know the best thing you can do for people that depend on you? Be honest with them, even if it means setting them free."

That hit hard. Though he wasn't being too specific with his words, it was clear in her mind how that applied to her life.

"You're saying I should leave Jerry." She sniffed, trying to hold back the tears that were flooding into her eyes. "I can't believe I'm finally having this conversation."

She felt overwhelmed by emotions, both positive and negative. It all rushed through her and made her feel oddly euphoric. She smiled back at Meeseeks, who kept that same dopey but friendly smile right back.

For a moment she thought she was about to try and kiss him, as she pursed her lips and almost leaned in. With unfortunate and awkward timing, the blue figure vanished. A waiter approached to find her sitting alone all of a sudden.

"More wine?" The server asked, not sure how to react.

She sat there stunned for a moment. "I think I've had enough."

Jerry was still standing at the same spot on the course, attempting the very same hole for what felt like the hundredth time.

Meeseeks called out another tip. "Remember to square your shoulders, Jerry."

"Yeah, yeah. I got it."

But once again he hadn't - he swung and completely missed, his club kicking up grass and dirt as it came down too low.

"That's okay. I'm Mr. Meeseeks! Look at me! Try again and keep your head down." Meeseeks patiently continued coaching him.

He started getting agitated and confused. "Okay, well, which is it? Square my shoulders or keep my head down?"

"Well, it's both. But most importantly, you got to relax."

But the repeated attempts were starting to weigh on him and he wasn't feeling motivated anymore. "You know what, Mr. Meeseeks? I don't think this is working. I give up."

Meeseeks looked troubled by this idea. "I'm sorry, Jerry, but it doesn't work like that. I'm Mr. Meeseeks. I have to fulfill my purpose so I can go away. Look at me."

Still, Jerry had made up his mind.

"Well, make yourself comfortable, because I suck."

Meeseeks felt a strong pang of shame. "No, Jerry, I'm the one who sucks! Let me try something."

Reaching for the box, he pressed down on the switch and yet another blue clone was spawned into existence.

"I'm Mr. Meeseeks! Look at me!" The new one enthusiastically chimed.

He responded with the same canned greetings. "Hi, Mr. Meeseeks! I'm Mr. Meeseeks! Look at me."

"Hi!"

"Can you help me get two strokes off of Jerry's golf swing?"

He got a good look at Jerry. "Can do! I'm Mr. Meeseeks! Is he keeping his shoulders squared?"

"Ooh, he's trying!"

After finally having scaled the gigantic beanstalk Rick, Morty and their squad of teen companions finally stepped through a huge window and onto a similarly huge table. The room looked a lot like a kitchen.

"All right, Morty." Rick started. "We're in your stupid giant's castle. What do we do next?"

His grandson sighed, irritated by how much his grandfather was heckling him. "Would you just relax, Rick? All we have to do is find the treasure room, okay? It's nice and simple. You know, I'm sorry everything's going so smoothly and adventurously."

Cody rubbed his hands together in anticipation. "Yeah. Let's get ourselves some giant treasure."

But the group were interrupted in their little argument by the sound of huge footsteps.

Despite the fear everyone else was feeling, Rick's tone was dripping with sarcasm. "Uh-oh, Morty. Looks like things aren't going so smoothly. What do you want to do about that, boss?"

"Come on, hurry. Behind this cookie jar." Morty guided everyone to a hiding spot.

A huge voice bellowed from the hallway nearby. "Fee! Fi! Fo! Fum!"

Even Rick was getting slightly worried, now. "Just give up, Morty. This is game over. I'll take us home right now. You just say the word."

Kitty was trembling in fear. "You know what? Maybe Rick has a point, Morty…"

"No way. This is all part of it. Adventures have conflict. Deal with it." Morty stated, deflecting both of their concerns.

The voice continued as a huge man stepped around the corner and right into a patch of something wet on the floor. "I smell the blood of- whoop!"

The giant slipped and fell, hitting his head pretty hard on the edge of the table. It looked like a painful blow, and it left him lying on the floor completely unconscious as his head bled slightly from where it had been struck.

Morty gasped. "Holy crap!"

"Oh, boy. He looks pretty bad down there, Morty. Looks like he's concussed." Rick explained as he pointed towards the rapidly swelling injury on his head.

Dawn turned and asked. "You think he'll be okay?"

"Hopefully. So long as he gets some medical attention, yeah."

Cody gave a long sigh. "Honestly, I'm kinda relieved. It looks like we've lucked out."

"That's kind of morbid." Dawn scolded him.

Noah tried to explain. "No, he does have a point. I wouldn't want to waste my time running around hiding from the brute."

But they had been too caught up this time in squabbling amongst themselves to realise another giant was approaching - a huge woman holding a baby in her arms.

"Oh, Jesus! Dale! You sons of bitches!" She grabbed a large glass bowl and trapped them all inside it before they could run towards the window, and picked up the phone to dial the emergency number. "Oh, man. Hello, 911? My husband has been attacked by tiny people! He's dying!"

Before they knew it they were getting their mugshots in a huge police station with a camera that was bigger than they were. Then Rick and Morty were sitting on top of a box of matches in an interrogation room while the others sat behind them. A pair of giant detectives were questioning them quite insistently.

The giant detective started presenting how he felt things might have gone down. "Hey, look, we get it. You're little, you're down on your luck, you think, 'Hey, he's a giant. Why don't we break into his home, rob him, and assault him?'"

Morty tried to explain. "But that's not how it happened!"

Chipping in, Noah brought up the unconscious giant. "I'm sure he'll back our story when he wakes up - we never even touched him."

Sam put his hands up in protest. "Yeah. You guys have the wrong idea. It really didn't go down like that!"

One of the giant detectives leaned in, asserting himself. "Oh, well, it's going down like that. You and your little friends are all going down like that."

The group of teens were easily intimidated by the threat, but Rick was more invested in further mocking Morty. "Ooh, boy, Morty, you're really showing me how it's done. -burp- Real straightforward and fun."

Dawn crossed her arms. "Is now my cue to say 'I told you so?'"

"Dawn…" Morty pleaded with her.

She continued. "What? I'm just saying… If you guys had heard me out…"

Zoey leaned in to whisper in her ear. "Just say the word and I'll go all Commando Zoey on these idiots. They won't see it coming."

"I would rather you didn't… Besides, a little aura tells me Cody and Noah have a plan."

In the living room at the Smith house, Jerry was getting increasingly frustrated as the Meeseeks tried to coach his swing here too. Walking through the room, his daughter and wife seemed a lot more relaxed and fulfilled.

Summer smiled at her mother, pleased with how election day had gone. "Like, in the end you just have to have the right strategy and plan to get people to believe in your cause."

Her mother nodded, sporting a slightly different hairstyle today after putting extra effort into her appearance. "Today I've learned that the most important love you can receive is from yourself."

The number of Meeseeks had increased, and now several were filling up the room.

"Okay, Jerry, you got to just choke up on the club!"

Jerry was confused again. "Well, which is it, choke up or follow-through?!"

"Aww, come on, Jerry, we've been over this. You know you got to do both! This is as frustrating for us as it is for you."

He frowned as his stress got on top of him. "Don't tell me that! That just puts pressure on me!"

"Just try to relax."

"You try to relax! Have you ever tried to relax?! It is a paradox!" He turned to the other two, hoping they would back him up. "Ugh, these Meeseeks, huh? Kind of a handful. I can't imagine what you two must be going through."

Beth stared at him, unsure of what he meant. "Our Meeseeks have been gone for hours, Jerry."

"You're kidding me."

"Notice anything different?" She flipped her hair, hoping he'd notice the changes she'd made.

He was more concerned about the Meeseeks situation. "I'm sorry. Hours?"

Summer confronted him, having talked to her mother about her decision already. "Dad, mom is a beautiful woman! Look at her! You will lose her!"

"Uhh... Hey, Jerry, do you mind if we get back to the task at hand?" One of the Meeseeks approached him, looking agitated. "Meeseeks don't usually have to exist this long. It's getting weird."

Sitting in a giant courthouse, the group were getting anxious. Things weren't looking good, and nobody had believed their story so far. Until the giant woke up from his injury it was looking like they might have to do some time.

The judge quieted the crowd as they muttered. "Order in the court! Before the jury reaches its verdict, I just want to say that I consider you all very guilty."

Rick started getting sarky again. "Oh, great adventure, buddy. Rick, Morty and Friends go to a giant prison. You know, if somebody drops the soap, it's gonna land on our heads and crush our spines, Morty. You know, it'll be really easy to rape us after that."

"No, don't say that!" Sam said, getting increasingly worried.

"We're gonna be okay." Morty tried to calm everyone down.

Cody patted his back pocket. "Yeah, don't worry. I still have some gadgets on me and Noah and I have a plan to escape."

But Rick didn't trust their plan so much, and was feeling pessimistic about this whole thing. "How? They took my portal gun. You're a bright kid but I doubt you can solve this, man. This is an open-and-shut case. You know, what do you guys think is gonna happen, some magical angel's gonna show up and then-"

And just like that, the court doors burst open and a giant in a suit walked down the aisle dramatically with a briefcase. In his other hand was a piece of serious-looking paperwork.

""Fee! Fi! Fo! Fum! I smell the violation of civil liberties! Your honor, I'm from a tiny-persons advocacy group and I have here in my hand a motion to dismiss. These little people haven't been read their giant rights and are therefore free-fi to fo-home."

The room erupted with confused muttering.

Rick raised an eyebrow. "W-what the hell is he talking about?"

He explained himself, fumbling with his words. "They're free to go, is what I meant. I'm deconstructing our- our thing we say. We're giants. Nobody got that? Whatever."

Morty looked very pleased. "Oh, man, what did I tell you, Rick? We did it!"

Dawn sighed. "More like that giant lawyer did it… We were totally boned until he showed up."

As the group stepped out of the courthouse, they all breathed in a nice long drag of fresh air.

Cody stretched his arms. "It's almost a shame I didn't get to put my gadgets to good use…"

"Well, maybe it's for the best." Noah said. "Our prototypes aren't so great yet anyways."

Rick was pretty much done for today, figuring that they'd just cashed in on their luck. "Next time when I'm in charge again, that won't be a problem. Alright, Morty, looks like the portal gun still works. Are you ready to head home?"

But Morty wasn't ready to admit defeat just yet. "Oh, yeah, you'd like that, wouldn't you, Rick? Well, you know what? We're not bailing out just yet. You know, we're gonna go find some treasure or something and… and we're gonna bring it to those villagers."

"Morty, cut your losses. This is obviously awash."

"Yeah, you were saying that back when we first got arrested, but here we are, you know, walking down the courthouse steps."

He gestured towards the stairs in front of them, but as they looked down it suddenly dawned on them that each step was as tall as a house and they'd be pretty hard to get down without injury.

Rick was dreading the journey. "Oh, boy, Morty."

"Usually, walking down the stairs is the easy part of the adventure." Morty admitted.

Displeased, Noah complained too. "And here I was, hoping I wouldn't have to do much more physical activity today."

"Well for me, that's hardly a problem." Harold stated, seemingly not so disheartened. "I'm in peak physical condition, you see."

"Geez, that's a long way down though." Zoey grimaced.

Rick was getting pissed off by this whole thing. He'd been ready to give up a while back, and once again gestured towards his portal gun. "Yeah, thanks Ms. Obvious. What do you say, Morty?"

"I say give me a hand, sidekick."

The old man sighed in frustration as the teens started clambering over the edge of the top step.

The living room was filled with Meeseeks now, all starting to groan in desperation as helping Jerry became an increasingly insurmountable task.

"Everybody shut up! Let me try!" He swung, missing yet again. "Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!"

Beth walked in, dressed up in one of her nicer dresses and a pair of formal shoes. "I'm going out."

"Wait. What?" Jerry was finally noticing that his wife's behaviour had changed.

"Well, you're busy. I'm hungry. I thought I'd go out. Do you want me to be happy or do you want me to be in prison?" She complained.

"Whoa, whoa, where in the hell is- I'll take you to dinner."

The Meeseeks all whined in agony at this statement.

"COME ON! AWWWWWWW!"

Jerry turned to the large team of blue men. "Hey, you know what? It's hard being me, too. I'll be right there, Beth."

She walked out, seeming pretty frustrated with him. It seemed like he was on thin ice with her right now.

"Look, I've got a marriage to keep together. At this point, my golf swing is more your problem than mine." He hastily explained, before dropping his club into the oldest one's hands and walking away.

"I can't take it anymore. I just want to die!"

"We all want to die! We're Meeseeks! Why did you even rope me into this?"

"Because he roped me into this!"

They all started to fight amongst themselves, completely unsure of what to do next in order to finally get their task out of the way.

"Well, him over there, he roped me into this!"

"Well, what about me? He roped me into this."

Soon they were pointing accusatory fingers at each other, and the tension in the room was rapidly rising.

"Well, that one over there roped me into this!"

Rick and the teens were scaling down one of the many steps like a tall cliff, and Morty had taken his shirt off to stuff it in his pocket because the effort was raising his body temperature. Noah was sobbing and groaning as he clambered down slightly slower than the others, and all of them were getting tired.

"Come on, Morty. Let's just take the portal back already…" Noah moaned, the physical activity already getting to his head.

Harold responded with uninhibited enthusiasm. "Don't give up so soon adventurer, we still could find a quest."

Sam was similarly optimistic. "This story isn't over yet, Noah!"

"Yeah, guys, and this is the part of the story everybody loves... Scaling down 650,000 oversized steps." Rick groaned, probably the most irritated out of all of them.

"All right, okay, you know, if this was a story, this part wouldn't be included, stupid." Morty wasn't a fan of how the group's morale was looking. "Hey, Rick, what do you know? Look down there. Looks like some kind of tavern or something built right into the side of the step."

And sure enough there was, with a little saloon door and everything. The sign read 'Thirsty Step' and it was certainly a sight for sore eyes.

"Finally, a break." Noah sighed, relieved to finally be able to stop climbing these two-storey-high steps.

Cody licked his lips at the idea of getting something to drink. "Time to celebrate our freedom from almost going to giant jail, I guess."

Inside, they were surrounded by interesting looking patrons - many of them were actually shaped like small staircases. The interior was just like an old English tavern with wooden furniture.

"Oh, wow, Rick. Now, this is more like it. Look, there's little staircase-shaped people in here... All kinds of crazy characters. This place is great, you know? It's whimsical and fun." Morty was excited to finally be seeing some fun sights again.

"Certainly fits the old-timey european theme we've been seeing." Sam glanced around at the place, taking in all the details.

Rick confronted one of the fantasy creatures at a booth who was looking at him in a suspicious way. "What are you looking at, motherfucker?"

"Easy, Rick." His grandson pulled him away so he couldn't get into a real fight.

Finally sitting down at one of the larger tables, the group were approached by a slightly odd looking waitress dressed in some old-fashioned clothes. "Pay them no mind. Those stair goblins can be moody. Now, what can I getcha? We've got skarlog poppies, flurlow, halzingers, bloogies, juicy time babies…"

Cody tilted his head. "I don't know what any of those are… Rick, do you know?"

"How about some scotch whiskey? You got any of that around here? Or just a bunch of nonsense words?" Rick frowned.

Morty held the bridge of his nose. "Ugh, Rick... We'll have a round of bloogies, please."

"Hell yeah, let's get our party on!" Zoey clapped her hands with excitement.

"And, uh, we were wondering, is there a faster way a band of heroes could get down these stairs?" Morty asked the waitress.

A large creature who looked kind of like a giant worm peeked over the booth. "Y'all need to ride down the stairs? My name is Slippery-Slippery Stair. I'll take you down there for 25 shmeckels."

Rick thought about the offer. "25 shmeckels? I don't know how much I don't know what that is. Is that a lot? Is it a little?"

The waitress showed off her big chest. "That's exactly how much I spent on my big fake boobies."

"Hi, I'm Mr. Booby Buyer. I'll buy those boobies for 25 shmeckels." Another whimsical looking creature approached from behind her.

"It's a tempting offer, but I'm gonna have to decline."

"Rats! What a shame."

Kitty stifled a laugh, giggling into her hand. "D-Did he just offer to buy her boobs?"

"Morty, your adventure's in a spiral. For real, man, time to pull out." Rick once again offered.

Morty was still being stubborn, though. "You keep heckling my adventure, Rick! You know why?"

"Uh, because it's lame?"

He leaned over the table, his anger bursting out. "It's because you're petty! You know, how many times have I had to follow you into some nonsensical bull crap? I always roll with the punches, Rick. Why can't you? Look, I got to take a leak, and when I come back, if you haven't learned how to lighten up, don't be here!"

And he stormed over to where the bathrooms were.

"Uh… Rick?" Dawn looked at him, a little concerned.

"Whatever."

Cody put a hand on his shoulder. "Hey, Rick. You really should listen to him and try to lighten up. How about once our drinks arrive we go find something to do?"

Zoey pointed across the room at a pool table. "Well, Cody, how about we play a little? You're pretty good at billiards."

Sam was looking intrigued. "I think there's an arcade machine over there too… How curious to see one of those in a medieval pub."

"Hmm… Well, maybe those guys playing cards might let me join them or -urp- or something."

Dawn smiled. "Yeah, that's the spirit Rick. Go ahead and ask them. I'm sure they'll let you."

Noah was stretching his fingers, ready to try out the arcade cabinet. "Alright, let's make the most of this."

The situation at the Smith household was getting out of hand as the unaccompanied Meeseeks continued to argue.

"It's become clear-look at me- that if we concentrate all our efforts on Jerry's follow-through, we will solve this problem. I'm Mr. Meeseeks."

"I'm Mr. Meeseeks. Look at me. The only thing that's clear is that choking up is the one true solution."

The oldest one piped up, looking particularly exhausted and haggard. "Look at me. I'm Mr. Meeseeks. I've been trying to help Jerry for two days, an eternity in Meeseeks time, and nothing's worked. I fear the worst."

"Your failures are your own, old man. I'm Mr. Meeseeks! Look at me. I say follow-through! Who's with me?! Follow-through!" He picked up the box, spawning another one of their kind who greeted him with excitement.

"I'm Mr. Meeseeks! Look at me!"

"Kill him!"

The new Mr. Meeseeks hissed aggressively and launched himself at the oldest one, causing the room to quickly descend into chaos as they all started to fight each other in a fit of feverish rage.

As he washed his hands, Morty turned to see a smiling bean-shaped person at the sink next to him. "How are you today? I'm Mr. Jelly Bean!"

"Hi, Mr. Jellybean." He was pleased to meet such a kind looking creature. "I'm Morty. My grandpa, m-my friends and I are on an adventure."

"Nice. Is it a fun adventure?"

"I hope so. But I'm starting to get nervous that maybe it's gone a little too far off the rails."

He'd almost gotten everyone locked up, and of course he was feeling pretty nervous about it.

"Well, isn't that what adventures do?" Mr. Jellybean said in a reassuring tone.

"Hey, you know what? You're right. Everything's going fine. I just got to relax and go with the flow."

"Yeah." He said, approaching the boy from behind and putting both hands on his shoulders.

The contact didn't feel right. "Okay. Uh. B-bye."

"Uhh, no, stay. Go with the flow!" The jellybean person grabbed him forcibly, trying to get his arms around Morty.

He fought back, pushing the stranger's arms off of him. "Stop. You're making me really uncomfortable."

But he grabbed hold of Morty again, this time with more aggression. Suddenly the teen felt pretty scared as he realised he was being assaulted. Mr. Jellybean started trying to pin him against the sink's edge, getting pretty forceful.

"Stop fighting me! Just let this happen!"

Morty yelled in protest, getting quickly terrified. "Get off of me!"

Unfortunately Rick was too busy singing at the karaoke stage to a group of onlooking patrons, and nobody was able to hear the sounds of a struggle coming from inside the bathroom. However, Dawn could feel a strange aura coming through the door. She realised eventually what was going on as she more closely inspected the aura, and moved away from the billiards table where Zoey and Cody were distracted by their game. She walked towards the bathroom door, hoping to try and help her friend.

"Whoa! No! Stop! Please!" He cried out, desperate to get out of here.

Mr. Jellybean had pushed him into a stall and was insistent on continuing to assault him. "Stop being such a fucking tease, you sweet little twat!"

"No! No!" Morty felt a rush of adrenaline as desperation kicked into full force, and in a frenzy he punched and shoved his assailant head-first into the toilet bowl and slammed the seat down on his head as hard as he could until he was unresponsive.

His heart was pounding as he fell back onto the floor, panting and sweaty from the immense stress of what had just happened to him. He could barely breathe, and as he looked down and saw the jellybean person's green-ish blood smeared on his hands he yelled out in despair. This was worse than the thing with the zombie-clones of his parents. Way worse. It felt like his heart was jumping out of his chest. He needed to get the hell out of here, now.

After the rapid spawning of even more Meeseeks, the fight at the Smith house had only worsened every minute. They were all beating each other with various weapons, but none of them could actually die since their task hadn't been completed.

"Everybody sto-o-o-p! Look at me! My brothers, nothing will be accomplished by shedding Meeseeks blood. None of us can die until our job is done." One of them called out.

"The job can't be done! We'll never get two strokes off his game!"

He had a cunning look in his eye. "No, we won't. But we will get all strokes off his game."

The rest of them were curious about what he was talking about.

"Where's he going with this?"

"What does he mean?"

He dramatically clenched his mitten-like hand into a fist. "When we kill him!"

The crowd all cheered and hooted, fully ready to launch an attack - anything to make this nightmare end.

At dinner, Beth was looking disheartened as they waited for their food.

"Jerry, maybe it's time I take that trip I always talk about." It was hard to look him in the eye, so instead she stared down at a random spot of carpet.

"Where would you go?"

"I don't know, man. Italy. Greece. Argentina."

Jerry looked anxious. "Countries known for their sexually aggressive men. Did I tell you how much I love your new haircut?"

Suddenly the whole room vibrated and a loud noise rang out through the restaurant as a window was broken.

"What the heck?" Jerry gasped.

A hoard of frenzied Meeseeks entered the room pointing accusing fingers at Jerry. "There he is!"

"Run, Jerry!" Beth grabbed her husband and they ran from the approaching stampede as a bullet flew over their heads.

One of them was even riding on a horse as he led the charge.

They ran through the kitchen, the Meeseeks in hot pursuit as they shut themselves inside the industrial freezer room.

A Meeseeks with a handgun called through the door. "Run, Jerry!"

"Guys, I'll choke up. I'll follow through. I'll do whatever you tell me to do, okay?"

"Oh, we're well past that, Jerry."

Rick was sitting down, playing cards with Slippery and some other patrons. He seemed to finally be relaxed and having a good time. Zoey and Cody were just finishing up after their billiards game while Sam, Harold, Kitty and Noah were huddled around the arcade machine.

"Come on, Rick, quit stalling. What do ya got?" Slippery asked with a big smile on his face.

"Read 'em and weep, fellas!" Rick revealed his winning hand, reaching into the middle of the table to grab the pile of shmeckels he'd just won as the others groaned at their loss.

Morty opened the bathroom door, a mortified expression on his face. Much to his relief Dawn was right outside waiting for him."

"Morty… I saw something happen to you. It looked pretty awful. Are you okay?"

He shook his head and she put an arm around him in reassurance. "We can talk about it later."

Rick came over to them with a cheery demeanour. "Oh, hey, Morty. Listen, I'm really sorry about all that stuff I said earlier about your adventure. I'm havin' a good time, Morty. It's not so bad."

"Let's just go home, okay? I'm calling it. The adventure's over."

"We can't leave now, Morty. I'm on fire!"

Dawn stopped him, putting a hand up. "No, Rick- Trust me. Something happened, and we need to go."

He wasn't quite sure what she meant, but he noticed just how distressed his grandson looked and his face changed from a wide smile to a look of genuine concern for his well-being.

"Look, I want to leave now. You win the bet, okay?" Morty said, his mouth downturned in misery and his posture drooping as he reached for Rick's portal device. "Just give me the portal gun and let's go, please!"

Then Rick caught sight of a roughed-up looking Mr. Jellybean emerging from the bathroom, realising that Morty must have gotten himself into some form of fight or something. He immediately softened his tone and spoke gently to his grandson, putting an arm around him as well.

"Okay. Listen, Morty. I just won a bunch of shmeckels. Why don't we use 25 of them to pay Slippery Stairs here for a ride back to the village, and then we'll give the rest of the shmeckels to the villagers, huh?"

The proposal brightened up Morty's face a little, although tears were still forming in his eyes as he held onto his grandfather and Dawn. "R-Really?"

"Sure, Morty. Yeah. You know, a good adventure needs a good ending." He smiled right back, relieved to see that the proposal had helped stabilise his mood at least a little bit.

"Hey, Mort, dude… You alright?" Harold called to his friend.

He looked up to see that they were all coming back over.

"I, uh, had a run-in with an unsavory character. I'll explain it to you guys later."

"Oh, really? Who do I need to punch?" Zoey clenched her fist.

He warmed up a little at how ready his friend was to defend him. "I'd rather not talk about it yet, okay? Let's just go. Thanks a lot though, Zoey."

"Aw, okay. I understand. Commando Zoey will have her day, hopefully on a day where I've got my bow handy."

Morty laughed, and despite how scared and shaken up he still felt he was glad to have such great friends.

"Here, Morty. I have a couple of candies in my pocket. You want one?" Kitty handed him a piece.

"Thanks Kitty… Th-Thanks, all of you guys, for understanding."

Harold patted him on the back in a brotherly fashion. "Any time, Mort. We have got your back, my most incredible dude."

Rick called out excitedly to the group. "Alright, people. Let's get this show on the road and get these shmeckels redistributed."

They all cheered, before following Slippery outside to take a ride on his back all the way down the stairs.

"Meeseeks are not born into this world fumbling for meaning, Jerry! We are created to serve a singular purpose for which we will go to any lengths to fulfill!"

Glancing outside through the window on the freezer door, Jerry could see that they'd taken hostages and crowded them together. They were holding weapons to their heads.

"Existence is pain to a Meeseeks, Jerry. And we will do anything to alleviate that pain. Just ask…" Meeseeks grabbed a woman from the crowd. "...what's your name, ma'am?"

"Samantha. Please, mister! Give him what he wants!" She called out.

Jerry was panicking. "Innocent people are going to die because of me. Why am I so mediocre?"

Taking a stand, Beth pulled a pipe off of a nearby food rack and grabbed Jerry, pushing him into position. "Jerry, turn around. Straighten your back. Bend your knees. Bend them. Square your shoulders. Take a deep breath. I love you."

He followed every instruction, and it seemed that the adrenaline coursing through him made it all click into place.

"I'm counting to three, Jerry." Meeseeks yelled, threatening Samantha with his gun.

Opening the door, Jerry stepped out as everyone watched in awe. He found a tomato on the floor and swung into it with the pipe, landing it perfectly into a pot that was sitting on a counter across the room.

The army of Meeseeks were impressed. "Ooooohhh!"

Samantha looked confused, probably mentally exhausted by this whole situation. "What the fuck is going on?"

"He's got it! That's a lower handicap stro-o-ke!"

In a huge puff of smoke, almost every Meeseeks in the room vanished. Only one remained, standing next to Jerry with a big grin on his face.

"Excuse me. I'm a bit of a stickler Meeseeks. What about your short game?"

He grabbed Samantha again, holding up a knife close to her neck.

Samantha panicked and started crying as she was once again being threatened. "Oh, my God, oh, my God! What about your short game?!"

He obliged, grabbing an onion and demonstrating his putt by gently pushing it into a cup that had fallen onto the kitchen floor nearby.

"Ooh, nice!" He enthused before vanishing into thin air as the others had.

Beth emerged from the freezer room and gave her husband a passionate kiss, thrilled that nobody was hurt.

Turning to the manager of the establishment, Jerry announced. "I think we'll take our food to go."

Matter-of-factly, the manager disagreed. "No, you won't. The police are coming. You have so many questions to answer."

"Fair enough."

As the group returned to the village in triumph, sat on the back of Slippery, everyone in the village applauded them in the square. One of them graciously accepted the generous bag of shmeckels that Rick had brought.

"Thank you, kind travellers. Our village is saved! You are all true heroes!" He cheered.

Morty was flattered as a couple of villagers came over to shake his hand and even kiss him on the cheek.

Rick congratulated his grandson on a complete and overall positive adventure. "Good job, Morty. Looks like you won the bet."

"Thanks, Rick, but I don't know if I should. You know, you were right about the universe. It's a crazy and chaotic place." He hesitated, remembering what had happened only minutes earlier.

"Well, you know, maybe that's why it could use a little cleaning up every now and then, you know. This one's wrapped up neat and clean because we did it Morty style."

"Agreed!" Dawn assured Morty, giving him another hug.

The villager called out to them again. "Oh! Heroes, we would like to introduce you to our beloved king so that he may thank you personally."

As they looked up to see the still-bruised Mr. Jellybean being escorted over on a throne, Morty's blood ran cold in his veins. "Uh, no, I-it's cool. Rick. Portal. Hurry."

He immediately fired a portal into a nearby wall and they all escaped hastily, although as soon as they were back in the garage Rick grabbed an energy gun and opened yet another portal just to stick his arm through and shoot Mr. Jellybean, immediately killing him and spraying green-ish gore onto nearby screaming villagers in a final assertion of familial protection. No way was he gonna get that big bean-shaped creep mess with his grandkid.

Back at home in the mess that was left behind by all the Meeseeks, Jerry consoled his wife.

"So... You still thinking about taking that trip?" He asked timidly.

She sighed. "Jerry, look. We don't have a perfect marriage, but I'm not going anywhere. When we were in that freezer I realized the Meeseeks are like the guys I went to highschool with, willing to say anything to 'complete their task'..."

"Was I one of those guys?"

"No…" She admitted. "The difference is you didn't disappear afterwards."

"Well... I got you pregnant." He smiled.

She sighed as the realisation sank in. "Yeah…"

As Rick and Morty walked back into the living room, having waved his friends goodbye from the garage door, Rick was surprised to see how wrecked the place was. Cody had pleaded with him to let him use the Meeseeks box for other stuff some time, and he'd given him a solid 'maybe'.

"What the hell happened to this place?" Rick asked.

"Uh, your Meeseeks box happened." Beth turned around, a shaken-up look on her face. "They went crazy when they couldn't take two strokes off Jerry's golf game. He felt terrible."

"Hey, it's not my fault that Jerry's an idiot." He shrugged.

Beth was frustrated. "Dad! Is there anything you can do to clean this place up?"

"Well, you know, I do have a Fleeseeks box."

Jerry seemed discouraged. "No. No more boxes."

Rick smiled as he dropped the punchline, and everyone laughed in relief and amusement. "What? It just has a mop and some floor wax in it. Wubba lubba dub dub!"

He danced around the living room. "Yeah! That's my new thing! I'm kind of like - what's his name - Arsenio. Isn't that what Arsenio used to say on his show?"

"I don't get it." His daughter was confused, but laughed anyway.

Back at the village, a citizen coyly approached his employer - a man who was serving as mayor temporarily - with a box of phorographs. "Sir, I think you're going to want to see this. We found it inside a lockbox, inside King Jellybean's closet."

He showed it to the mayor, who looked down at the horrifying images inside - this was damning evidence that Mr. Jellybean was up to some seriously bad stuff. The people in the photos looked underage, and they were all deeply inappropriate. It turned his stomach just to look at them.

"We have to tell the people." The villager explained.

The mayor stopped him. "Wait. Destroy it."

He looked very hesitant to do so, but he begrudgingly obeyed. Pulling out a lighter he lit the box on fire and dropped it to the ground.

"Our people will get more from the idea he represented, than from the jelly bean he actually was." He explained, leading the villager away by the arm.

The box was left burning, just next to the base of Jellybean's commemorative statue. It depicted him standing with his crown on top of his head, his hand on the shoulder of a young boy.

Author Note: I hope you enjoy this chapter. There were things I had to cut out. Cody and Noah would help the gang escape from the giant prison, and Kitty and Emma's parents were supposed to appear in the restaurant Beth and Jerry were eating at. I cut out the Cody and Noah scene because I realize the giant police will still chase them if they escape, and I did not want to leave that loose end. I realize Beth or Jerry would have to recognize Kitty and Emma's parents, and the Smiths have not met the Rosewood parents in person yet. So I cut out their appearance; they were still at the restaurant. However, Beth and Jerry did not recognize them. The Rosewood parents will mention to their daughters what happen in the restaurant.

Like I said in the first note, the next chapter would deal with the aftermath of this one. Also, Courtney, Bridgette, and Emma would start their investigation of the Smith family.