Collaboration with FanficThinker.
Mature Story rate, 18 or older.
I do not own these shows or characters.
After a horrible massacre of decoys because of the squids who were also decoys thanks to a stupid loop and of course Rick always choosing violence. Two decoys had luckily managed to escape it by the skin of their teeth to another whole new dimension, those were Morty with a mole in his cheek and Thicc Summer, now stuck on a futuristic New York City they had to find a way to survive there.
Somehow managing to get a job they were ok with rather than having someone choose it for them there was another detail...they were currently homeless and if Morty and Summer had to wait until they had enough money to buy even a cheap place in that city it would take too long.
"Of fucking course, we have been lucky this far but we still need a place to live." Summersaid as she started walking around while talking. "But now what? We don't have money from this place yet, I am already going to be homeless on my first day as a free person? No food, no water, no squat!"
'Boy she is really taking it hard. And here I thought this is how grown ups live when they leave their parents house but it happened fast in my case, welp! Time to act as if i'm not anxious' "Calm down Summer, we won't get anywhere by losing focus." Morty said, wanting her to stop her from going cuckoo.
"OK!" She takes a deep breath, in and out slowly "Ok...yes this is great, this is a challenge. As free willed individuals we are gonna conquer this."
"Like goddamn pros. The first step is to find a decent apartment to live, that's a good goal to work to when we start working our jobs or maybe we could ask Dr. Cahill if she could let us stay with her for a few days." Morty said to her.
'So you can gawk at her more?' Summer instantly thought.
"Then again that would be going to far for osmeone who we just met, so the last option would be to sleep somewhere in the museum, it would probably be tight" Morty said as he thought about it.
"Yeah...well! How about we use this spot as a reference point ? Then we can go our separate ways to find an easy and convinient method to not sleep under the stars today." Summer said while thinking. 'Or in that blonde haired bimbo house.'
"I guess that can work." Morty said as they now stood in front of the step of the Head Museum. "So which way do you want to go?"
"Im going to go left, you can go right if you want." Summer suggested as she pointed left then right.
"Meet back here after sundown?" Morty asked her.
"Back here after sundown." Summer said with a nod before she hugged Morty, bringing his head to her shoulder. "Be careful, okay?"
''Hey, I'm a crafty Morty. It's gonna be alright." He told her with a finger gun.
Summer just rolls her eyes "Truly crafty, well then see ya bro."
The two of them then go their separate ways.
'Please, be careful.' They both thought, silently concerned for the other.
-Meanwhile with Morty Stinson-
The brown haired boy was walking down the street of New New York, taking a peek at the surroundings and paying attention in anything worth to the problem at hand.
'Okay, stay calm and take in your surroundings without drawing suspicion. All your adventures with Rick should've taught you at least that much.' He thought to himself.
Taking small glances around, Morty took in the street life of New New York for dangers or opportunities to earn some quick cash for his and Summer's apartment.
"Still got to find one later." Morty mumbles to himself.
What was the best way to get what he needed right now be it on the past or future? Maybe participate in some sort of contest and win a prize money, maybe more. Usually you also ask for a favor from someone who has influence but he didnt know anyone here with that.
'Come on, think. What could I do for money outside of theft or something crazier.' Morty thought as he caught sight of a robot with clamps for hands.
If he had to say how the robot looked he had this tough guy appearance with its metal mouth in a constant cranky gaze and what seemed to be a scratch on his cheek to resemble a scar? It felt as if the robot wanted to be seen as a threat and for others to fear him. Though for Morty, he wasn't all that fierce and his face seemed to show it as he passed him.
'Eh, he's not so tough looking.' Morty thought as he continued to walked but didn't see that the clamp robot look back at him.
'What the hell was that? Why did that squishy look at me like that?!' The robot thought with narrow eyes, slowly growing angry.
He was a perfect example of those people who get angry for the sillyiest of reasons, like a delinquent that want to pick a fight with you because he didnt like the way you stared at them or something. And in this case? He didnt like it, its as if the kid was not impressed.
'Whoever that kid is, I'm gonna CLAMP him up good!' The robot with clamps thought as he turned around, following Morty at a distance!
"Man I wish the awnser to my problems fell from the sky, I would do anything for a cheap two bedroom apartment right now." Morty said to himself.
Morty was so focused on his quest for an apartment for him and Summer, he didn't notice the clamp robot getting closer and closer to him.
'Anything huh?' The robot with the clamps pauses for a moment, using his head rather than his clamps for once.
'Hehehehehe. The boss will like to hear this." The clamp robot said while rubbing his clamps together.
And with the delicacy of a thug he pokes Morty on the shoulder to get his attention.
"Huh?" Morty said as he turns around.
"Hey there, slick. I hate to bug ya but I noticed you don't look like you're from around here." he said without any malice but Morty was still on guard. "You new in town?"
"Is it that obvious?" Morty said before he played along, rubbing his head. "My friend and I just awoke from cryo-sleep and we need to find an apartment to live in."
"Really, huh? I always thought those cryo-labs provide ya with a place to live after ya wake up." the robot said as they now walked together down the street.
"Yeah you can say that my situation is a bit different." Morty replied.
"Tell you what, you seem like a cool meat sack, so maybe I can give you just the gig your needing right now." The robot offered.
"A gig?" Morty asked but knew what he was talking about.
"Yeah, a gig. You see, as robots, my group and I are unable to go to certain places because of our metallic nature or species specifics." He said to Morty.
"Well, what sort of business do you do that needs help?" Morty asked him.
"Oh, we are just a group that makes sure other businesses are ok and not slipping up." He replied carefully.
'That makes you sound like a criminal dude, maybe I should be careful around this guy, and not just based on his appearance.' Morty thought.
"That sounds interesting." Morty said to him.
"I thought you would find it that. Come with me and I'll introduce you to my boss. The name's "Clamps" by the way." Clamps said as he lead Morty down the street.
"Clamps, huh? Simple yet unforgettable. I'm Morty." Morty said with some honesty.
A strange looking thug robot named Clamps was offering some odd job? So it wasnt really that hard to suspect him, but maybe checking it out and taking the best out of that situation could come in handy.
'Hopefully Summer won't think badly of me if she finds out.' Steve thought as Clamps lead him to a shader part New New York.
-Meanwhile with Summer Jenkins-
"I wonder how much Future New Work is different from how we expect the future to go." Summer said to herself.
The part of the future city Summer was in was nicer than the one Morty was in and a bit livelier as a club was floating above her head. This was definitely different if the clubs were this cool.
'If I was like the other Summers, I'd be up there drinking my ass off. Good thing I know better than that.' Summer thought as she kept walking.
It's not like she didnt want to have fun like that though, but this Summer had much more focus and prioritizes her safety on an unknown place rather thrn getting plastered. You can't make money or win a place to stay just by party all day long.
'I wonder if there's a casino or something near by. Even a dog track would help if I could get a bet in.' Summer thought as she passed a future bank
Then again betting was basically a desperate attempt because usually one single victory makes you addicted to it and before you know it your losing more then what you have. But what was Summer to do? They needed an apartment now and it wasn't like one was just going to open up for her, first month free, and fully furnished. That would just be crazy.
'Though the multiverse has always bee crazy, maybe it'll throw us a bone after all the crap we went through.' Summer thought for her and Morty.
Maybe she could be one of those YouTubers or something that plays videogames while showing cleavage to get donations? Maybe the future didnt had those anymore.
Summer was so in thought of her current situation, she accidentally bumped into someone on the street.
"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to run into you." she quickly apologized to the man.
The man in question turn around letting her see that he had an orange like skin, blonde hair, and a red uniform that weirdly seemed to end downwards as if he was using a skirt of sorts Future stuff one may think.
"Well, hello there. No problem, my lady." He said suavely.
The man held his hand out to Summer as he gave a heroic smile.
"Any lady that bumps into Zapp Brannigan is never at fault." he said as Summer grabbed his hand but instead of a shake, he kissed her hand and winked at Summer.
"Zapp Brannigan?" Summer repeated in question.
"Yes, THE Zapp Brannigan. Military Officer of the Democratic Order of Planets captain of legendary ship, the Nimbus." he said as he posed heroically for Summer.
Some Summers could be naive and be easily made out of a fool by a pretty face...however the moment that guy started talking like some pompous dude, kissing her hand, posing and talking with grandeur as if he wanted attention, tt made Summer cringe, already understanding what this guy was.
'Great...an idiot, better just play along, not everyone who acts like that deserves a cold shoulder.' Summer thought before smiling.
"Oh...yes how could I not recognize it before? It is you!" Summer said as she faked her enthusiasm.
"Yes, it is. Yes it is. Anyway, you seem lost, fair lady? Need some help navigating these streets?" Zapp asked with the same smile.
"Oh yes, I am new around here, but I'm not lost. I'm just looking for an opportunity, you know?" Summer said with a shrug.
"Opportunity, you say?" Zapp said as he rubbed his chin before holding up his finger. "Well if it's opportunity you seek, look not further!"
"Is that so?" Summer said as she raises an eyebrow. "How so?"
"Like this, young madam. Follow me and your answer will be given." Zapp said as he put an arm around Summer and lead her down the street.
'You motherfu...how can a guy just nochalantly put his arm around me like this? You better have something worth my time asshole or you get the boot.' Summer thought, annoyed by him.
They continued down the street for a few minutes before they turned down to an alley away from the Main Street.
'Fucking knew it.' Summer thought as she frowns angrily, the shade of the alley hiding her expression.
"Oh...why are we here in specific?" She said, acting as if she was a naive girl.
"Because this little transaction has to be...private if you will." Zapp said as they rounded a corner to be completely out of public view.
"I see..." Summer said as she knew this was coming, though she thought he would think twice before doing anything stupid.
"Now back to this opportunity you needed, in exchange for doing something for Zap Brannigan, I am willing to offer you this one of a kind bill." Zapp said as he reached for some sort of back pocket and pulled out a green dollar bill.
Summer was about to reach her limit and scream at this pompous bastard before she looked at the currency amount on the dollar bill, making her gasp silently with wide eyes.
'A 1,000 bill?!?! They have that in this future?!?!' Summer thought in surprise and shock!
"Pretty sweet, huh? Yeah, not everyone has one of these babies lying around. It's quite nice to have it really. It doesnt make you super rich but by having it, people quicly tell your not average." Zapp said as he rubbed his knuckles on his chest.
"Yeah, I can tell even without it." Summer said while keeping her eyes on the 1,000 bill.
'If I can get that, Morty and I can easily pay for an apartment for a while! Maybe even some beds for us.' Summer thought as she looked back to Zapp.
Looking back at Zapp and his smiling face that would make anyone want to punch him so dearly much she spoke.
"What do you want in exchange?" She asked.
"That, my dear, is something simple and something one of your…..unique type must be familiar with." Zapp said as gently as he could.
"My...type?" She said, not understanding what he meant.
"Yes. Someone of your sexual nature and confident eyes should know what I'm talking about." Zapp said with his "heroic" smile and "easy" eyes. "Someone that knows how to make any one VERY happy. Money or not."
'...' Summer blinked for a moment before thinking. 'Does...Does this motherfucker think I'm a hooker?'
Now that was making her be very angry quite quickly, just because she had nice clothes and a explosive type of body that made anyone drool, she takes one stroll around the street and some moronic man shows up and is basically offering her money because she was confused with some sort of slut? THE NERVE! Maybe it was time someone teached him a lesson.
"….I was wondering when someone would figure it out. Most people don't see it because of my normal clothes but it does help avoid the police." Summer said, playing along with Zapp's fantasy. "But my policy is cash first. I don't want clients thinking they can stiff me after I've taken care of their stiffs."
"Good business practice, is what I saw." Zapp said as he hands Summer the 1,000 dollar bill. "So, what service are you going to provide? The full package or something better?"
"Oh, for a stud like you, you'll get something MUCH better." Summer said as she gently took the money from his hand, winking at Zapp.
'Something really special, you pig motherfucker.' She thought.
"Oooh boy, I am indeed special." Zapp said as Summer leaned close to his face, caressing his cheek.
"Why don't you close your eyes? The excitment will double over when you don't see it." Summer said to him.
Being the naive and idiot that he was, letting all that fame that he had get to his head and having no common sense when dealing with a stranger. Zapp Brannigan just does as she says and closes his eyes. Summer just smirks at this with a devilish grim before stretching up one of her legs resembling a yoga pose before she takes some distance...and then KICKS HIM! Right between his jewels.
-Meanwhile with Morty-
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"I sense a disturbance, like something funny happened and I was not there for it." Morty said as he came to a sudden stop.
"What are you talking about?" Clamps asked as he looked to Morty.
-Back to Summer-
"Arrghhh!...Oooohh!...Aaahhh!..." Zapp let out as he fell to a fetal position, holding onto his crotch as pure pain shoot through his body.
"Hmph! Let this be a lesson to you, bitch. Just because a girl with a beautiful appearance and large attributes shows up your radar, that doesn't mean she is a hooker who is going to suck of your dick in an alley for money. Now don't mind me taking this as compensation for hurting my feelings with such an assumption, asshole." Summer said as she dangled the newly aqucired money at his fallen body before walking away, hips swaying just to add salt to the wound.
"Ugh! How can a woman like that not be a hooker?" Zapp groaned out as he laid in the dirty alleyway.
'Now that we've got some start up money, Morty and I just need to find a decent apartment.' Summer thought before looking to the sky. 'And sunset doesn't look to be for another hour.'
Summer had managed to get herself some cash only by kicking someone in the balls but would Morty have the same luck? Probably not...he was still a Morty after all, decoy or not.
-Back with Morty Stinson-
Morty had been lead by Clamps to a robotic bistro and lead to the counter as the butcher saw them.
"Sorry, sir but we only serve robots here." The butcher said as Clamps guided Morty to the counter.
"It's cool, Butch. He's with me and I'll be taking him to see "your finest cut of ribs."" Clamp said as Butch looked surprised.
"Okay….if you say say." He said before pulling out a parka and handing it to Morty. "He'll need this thought if he wants to see "the ribs.""
"Okay, thanks." Morty said as he took the coat, watching as Butch guided them to the back of the store.
The way they act and talked, is it even possible for robots to be drug dealers?Because this seems like the kind of operation, I mean they even have a weird code about ribs. Morty could only wonder if he would survive in case he got stabbed since he doesnt really have organs, but some of the important machinery would act like one, in other words he better measure his wording.
Coming to the back of the bistro, Butch came to a freezer and opened the door to show Morty and Clamps his full stock.
'I'm guessing from mob movies, their options is in the back.' Morty thought as he quickly put the parka on. 'Ribs must've been code for product or boss.'
"Thanks, Butch. Come on, kid. We don't want to keep the "fine ribs" waiting." Clamps said as he lead Morty into the freezer.
"Any tips on how to..treat these ribs in case I dont want it to spoil?" Morty asked as he put the hood up.
Yeah, pay the utmost respect! You're growing on my kid and I'd hate to CLAMP ya now." Clamps said as he walked through the freezer.
"Got it! Got it.!" Morty said as he walked behind Clamps, letting Butch close the freezer door.
The air had suddenly changed as the enviroment seemed to have a much more...dignified appearance if you compare it to what he had seem so far. Morty remembered Clamps words and held an air of deep respect as they can to a set up in the back. A portly designed robot with a hat and coat on his shoulders sat on a sort of chair with a robot with a mousepad on his chest with mouse chain stood next to him.
"Clamps, you have returned. And you have brought a human guest, I see." The portly bot said.
"This meat sack here could be quite useful for our little operation boss. He said he would do anything. Maybe its a tight spot in his life currently." Clamp said.
A tight spot, you say? How tight?" The bot asked as he turned to Morty.
"Just woke up and left Cryo-lab, kind of tight., Donbot." Clamps said.
"Wow! Now that is really tight!" The mousepad robot commented as he looked to Donbot.
"Indeed it is, Joey." Donbot said.
'I wonder if these is suppose to be a innuendo or im just looking too deep into it?' Morty thought as he frozen sweatdrops in the freezer.
"Hmm...this is very interesting, tell me boy are you a tough meat sack or squishier then normal?" Donbot asks.
"Well, I wouldn't say I'm the toughest "meat sack," Mr. Donbot but I've had my fair share of misadventures. I'm more crafty but that doesn't mean I can't toughen up when it calls for it." Morty said honestly.
The chubby robot don rubs his chin in thought.
"Hmm..Well how about this? If I told Clamps here to...be less then friendly with you, would you guarantee to protect yourself? Most meat sacks are quite cowardly and run away at the slightest hint of pain." Donbot said.
Yeah, I get that but I'd stay and help if Clamps wants or needs my help. He seems pretty tough in his own." Morty said to Donbot.
"Hehehehe! Nothing better than a meat sack that knows when you can CLAMP his ass!" Clamps said with a *clamp* for emphasis!
"Well then mister..." Donbot started.
"Morty sir. Morty Stinson." Morty answered for him.
"Mr. Stinson, I am eager to see just how far you can really go if you work for us." Donbot said with both hands on a cane.
And with that, Morty was made a temperory member of the Robot Mafia and was given his first assignment with half of the payment given to him along with a map to where he would go.
"Do I need to change my clothes?" Morty asked as he looked over the map, a sort of wrist device in his arm.
"I do not think so. Being a recently unfrozen cryo patient, you are given a clean slate and are seen an innocent individual." Donbot said before pointing to the communication device on his wrist. "That device will not only lead you to the designated drop zone but it will also allow you to contact us when the drop off is complete."
"It's plain and simple, as long as you act casual." Joey said before reaching behind the Donbot's chair and pulled out a backpack. "This here is the product, just act normal and get it to the drop zone."
"And do NOT look inside. The less you know, the better." Donbot said with a small glare.
"Understood, Mr. Donbot." Morty said as he walked up to Joey and put on the back pack under his parka.
'No different than the time Rick had me shove giant seeds up my ass.' Morty thought from his memories of the original Morty.
There was one more question that he wanted to ask thoguh, in case something bad happens would he have someone to protect or save him? Probably not, asking to many questions could annoy them or if push comes to shove they would abandon him, he was just a delivery boy so who cares if he dies? All that was left for Morty to do was act chill and give this box to whoever had asked for it. Drugs, weapons, prohibbited porn, he didnt care, he just wanted the money.
"I suppose I'll be off now, Mr. Donbot." Morty said as he looked at his wrist device, activating the map function.
"Be swift and be careful, Mr. Stinson. The cops will not be too merciful to you because you are recently in frozen." Donbot said with a tip of the hat.
"Well...if cops are anything from where I come from, they are not the brightest now are they?" Morty joked to them while thinking. 'Besides I dont look like a criminal.'
The Robot Mafia was silent for a moment, letting the hum of the freezer be heard, until they began chuckling softly before laughing loudly at this joke.
"This kid is alright!" Joey Mousepad said between his laughter!
'Geez I only said the cops were dump and they are already laughing, it wasn't even that well developed.' Morty thought with a mental shrug. 'oh well.'
"Yeah! So dont give us a reason to clamp you!" Clamp said as he laughed.
"I'll keep that in mind." Morty said with a nod as he turned to leave. "I won't fail you, Donbot."
"I look forward to that, Morty. I really do." Donbot said between laughs, pulling a tissue from his chest compartment and dabbing "tears" out of his eye bulbs.
Wondering if the whole cleaning non existing tears was a joke, Mort slowly walks away from that room and outside the store, looking back at his watch telling him where he supposely should go.
'I bet Summer would say im being reckless. Well there is no time to be cautious about where I get money, but to be alive.' He thought.
Exiting the freezer, Morty handed the parka back to Bitch before exiting the robot bistro. Looking at the wrist communication device, Morty began to follow the route while holding the straps of the backpack normal like to not draw attention.
"Here I go...wish myself luck." He said to himself as he look up to the sky, seeing the sun a bit lower than before.
'I'll have to meet Summer back at the head museum in at least an hour, so I should get this done quick.' Morty thought as he walked at a brisk pace.
Morty walked through New New York, taking in the sights of the city as he headed towards the destination in the slightly better part of the city. Along the way Morty did see the police pass by in hover cop cars or patrolling the streets with lightsaber imitating batons.
'They turned a toy into a police weapon…..wow.' Morty thought with a snicker.
Would that actually hurt or is it just a big heavy stick that glows? Maybe there is eletricity running on it, who knows? Morty had to hold down a laugh coming at how silly it was.
He continued to walk until he reached the destination, a surprisingly swanky looking restaurant named " Elzar's Fine Cuisine."
"Huh." Morty let out before checking the wrist communicator, looking at the map. "Just two buildings to the left."
Was the package perhaps some ingredient that you can only get through ominous means? Putting the questions aside, Morty continued down two buildings before reaching is destination in the back.
Coming to a back door and the map giving a beep of confirmation, Morty deactivated it as he knocked on the door to wait for the pick up. A few seconds later, the door was opened by another robot with an antenna on his head and a door on his chest.
"Yeah?" He asked.
"I got the..."Ribs" " Morty said, hoping this was the guy.
"Ribs, huh? About time you got here with those. Most don't know this but robots CAN eat." the robot said, giving Morty a wink with his left eye. "Name's Bender by the way."
"Sup Bender, I'm the delivery guy." Morty said as he smirked.
"Not giving your name huh? Most people would find that insulting but you're smart kid." Bender said to him.
Thanks." Morty said as he took off the backpack, giving it to Bender without locking inside it. "I hope I wasn't taking too long to get them to you."
"Not at all, meat bag. Not at all! I'll be enjoy some good "ribs" tonight." Bender said with a nod before he gave Morty some payment. "Can't wait for the next ones."
'That's it? Walk a few blocks, don't get the police attention and give the package to this guy? Well that was easy'. Morty thought as he smiled internaly.
Turning back to the communication his wrist and contacted the Robot Nafia to tell them the drop off was a success.
'Easiest 4,000 I've ever made in my life and the most money I've ever made in my life.' Morty thought to himself.
At least he is not out there selling drugs or peoples organ, a easy way to get money is awlays welcome, especially now.
The screen blinked to life and showed Donbot with Clamps and Joey at his sides.
"Drop off complete, Donbot sir." Morty said with a nod.
"Excellent, now to confirm, tell us the client's name." Donbot said to be safe.
"Bender, sir. A Gray robot with an antenna on his head." Morty answered.
"Nicely done, boy. Perhaps your usefulness is yet to be dry this day." Donbot said.
"Well anyone can do this part boss, I wish it had more clamping here and there." Clamp said as he clamped his clamps for emphasis as Joey patted his shoulder.
"There's always next time, Clamps." Joey said to him.
"Indeed. Now for the rest of your payment, Mr. Stinson." Donbot said as the communicator bracelet opened a slot, giving Morty 2,000 more dollar bills. "You may also keep the bracelet for you own uses and in case we require your services again."
'Well that's both a bonus and a downside.' Morty thought as he took the money, 4,000 in his pocket with his first futuristic possession on his arm.
"I hope to see great things from you, Mr. Stinson." Donbot said in a tone of voice that felt like a devilish smile.
"Hey boss, how about we go eat some bolts? I got the shinning ones." Joey said.
Yeah, I'm starving!" Clamps joined in!
"Alright, alright boys. Lug nuts and bolts are on me." Donbot said before asking Morty. "Is there anything else you wish, Mr. Stinson?"
"Well, if you don't mind, do you know where I can find a furnished, affordable apartment in the city? Or even a hotel?" Morty asked him.
-Back at the Head Museum-
After time was coming to an end for both of them, Morty and Summer had managed to arrive back at their meeting spot, looks like todays haul was quite nice for them. But maybe it was just begginer luck? We'll see.
Hey, Morty, good to see you're okay." Summer said with a smile to him.
"Back at ya. So, any luck?" Morty asked her.
"Well concerning money, I got us a bit. Get this, they have 1,000 bills here." Summer said as she pulled out the bill she got from Zapp.
"Damn! Must be a nightmare to give change back huh? Oh, but that's all? Hehee I got way more than that and it was quite easy." Morty said showing Summer his new wad of cash with some smugness.
Woah! How much is that and how did you get it?!" Summer asked in shock and envy.
"Well…..I sort of ran into some robot mobsters and did a job for them. Got 4,000 for it and this wrist device." Morty said as he showed Summer the device.
"Oh that is nice to he...wait WHAT?! Morty! You are working for...robot mobsters!?" She asked the last part on a whisper, knowing that saying that out loud would be a mistake.
Not working for! I just did one job for them, one. They only needed me for one job. They work exclusively with robots, so they won't need a "meat bag" like me. But it still worked out, I got to keep this thing and I got some information about some apartments or hotels." Morty said as he waved his hands up and showed her the map function of his new bracelet.
"This is a nice feature, but what if they ask for you again and this time on something more dangerous?" She asked, feeling worried.
"I don't think they'll need me again. But just in case, I'll search this for a tracker and remove it." Morty said as he found the roughy to the nearest apartment building and hotel. "Now back to where we'll stay for a while, I see there's a hotel and apartments about a mile away. 5,000 should be enough for a few days until our jobs next week."
Summer was still worried but decided to aceppt this and just hope for the best in this future.
"Fine. Now lets go to that apartment, I wanna tell you the story on how I got this money. haha." Summer said with a chuckle.
"Sure. Right this way." Morty said as he followed the map, walking beside Summer as their first day in a new dimensional, future came to an end.