Summary: The Cronenberg Dimension, said to be the dimension of Rick Prime, hasn't been given an official designation, that's why when Morty referred to himself as 'C-137 Morty' he was met with looks of skepticism from a pair of Ricks. In my story, I've decided to give the dimension a Designation. Fans of Naruto would get the reference.

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Note: My first Rick and Morty Crossover. Except, well… looks like you'll have to read to find out what's trying to be said.

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Naruto Sanchez is his name; and he was relaxing on his bed within his room - humming to himself - as he pressed the enter button on his smartphone to send the message he typed a few seconds earlier.

N: Send Nudes… need something hot to dream about, like your huge tits.

T: You first. Send a d-pick and I'll add in one with me cunning Jess later.

N: …You're such a slut.

T: For you.

The young looking male smirked and - with a mane of sunny blond, gravity defying, spiky hair, a pair of cerulean blue eyes, and an athletically lean build, this young male was garbed in a pair of black trousers, and a short sleeve, bright orange, shirt with a single black stripe running along its middle, neck, sleeves, and bottom - he was about to take off his shirt; but his door slammed open as his shirt was halfway through his chest.

"What the-'' Naruto jumped at the unwelcome disturbance. "Dad? What're you doing in my room?"

"Naruto..." and as for who the source of this unwelcome disturbance was? Well, look no further than the queasy looking old man with spiky white hair, a monobrow, a slim build, and a pale skin that was garbed in a pair of brown pants, a blue shirt, a pair of brown shoes, and a white lab coat. This was none other than Rick Sanchez; and with a burp escaping his lips, he stumbled into the room drunkenly and dropped on the ground next to the bed of his son. "You gotta *burp* come on *burp* you gotta come with me."

"What? No!" and in response to this intrusion, Naruto quickly put his shirt down before helping the old man to sit up and on his chair. "No dad. Especially not when you're drunk. I don't want to smell like alcohol vomit because of your lack of control."

"Sh- *burp* -shut up and listen, Naruto." Rick drunkenly replied, holding his son by the shoulders. "Listen, I have a *burb* a surprise, Naruto, something really mind blowing."

"No, dad it can wait till morning, and when you're less drunk." Naruto stated, lifting the old man while placing an arm over his shoulder. "Now come on, let's get you to bed… but after a quick shower because you stink."

Rick stealthily reached into his pocket, pulled out an odd looking gun and aimed it at the ground in front of the pair.

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Naruto blinked.

"What the-" He looked around and realised that was sitting behind an unfamiliar panel with lots and lots of buttons. "Where the hell am I? What happened?!"

"W-w-what just happened, Naruto, is you being stubborn." The familiar slurring of words, followed by burping, caused the spiky haired blond to turn to his side and spot his obviously drunk father sitting behind a wheel. "You- *burp* -you were being stubborn and stupid so I decided to fix that."

"Did…" the son of Rick Sanches frowned, suddenly remembering something in particular. "Did I somehow forget you had a portal gun?"

"You did, son." and as for the said old man in question? Well, he simply started the engine of the vehicle he was in and opened the garage door after fastening his seat belt. "And quite frankly, I'm disappointed, but I guess it's to be expected considering you're the second smartest person in the universe."

Naruto didn't reply and instead watched as his father flew out of their garage with this odd-looking vehicle.

Rick burped and took a swing from his flask as the craft lifted above the clouds.

"So N-*burp*-what do you think of this vehicle?" the old man asked his son. "What *burp* what do you think of thi-*burp*-this vehicle Naruto? I built it out of parts I found in the garage."

"Why?" Naruto asked, rolling his eyes. "Were you too bored to do anything else?"

"Maybe." Rick burped. "Or may-maybe fuck you, Naruto, that's why." he took a swing from his flask. "Can you *burp* Can you do something as awesome as this, Naruto?"

"Duh." Naruto replies, with an eye roll. "I can probably make something even more awesome if I ever wanted to but I don't-'' he crossed his hands over his chest. "-at least not yet… but I'd rather not get into that, dad. Why am I here?" he asked. "Is it just to see that you could make something out of Garbage? 'Cuz if that's the case, Morty should be here, not me."

"Morty-" Rick burps, wipes the drool from his lips with the sleeves of his lab coat, and returns his hands to the wheels of his craft. "-Morty sucks, Naruto; you're a way better option than Morty. Yo-you're smart. Y-y-you're sharp... and best of all, like your sister, Beth, you're half me... and that puts you on a higher pedestal than most of the other useless ass peons in my books."

Naruto was taken aback by that admission.

"Tha-*burp*-that's why you're here, with me now, Naruto, and not there." Rick sloppily continued. "I made a bomb, Naruto; I had to create a bomb."

And as he speaks- "Come again?" -the young male slowly blinked at the old man.

"We're gonna drop it down there and just get a whole fresh start, Naruto." Rick continued as if he wasn't even interrupted by his son. "C-create a whole fresh start."

"The only way that would happen if the bomb is strong enough to wipe out the entire planet like the meteor that wiped out the di-" Rick simply took a swig of his flask at the look sent to him by the blond. "You created an extinction-level bomb while you were drunk-" Naruto dragged his hand across his face in frustration. "-because of course you did."

"Now I hear your tone, Naruto, but c-c… just take it easy, son." Rick burped out some of the contents of his drink and wiped his mouth as it spilled on his lips. "It's gonna be good. Right now, we're gonna go pick up your little friend. The one with the huge tits; what's her name? Trisha, or was it Jessica?"

"I'm actually nailing both at the same time, and they're cool with it, most times we even have threesomes too-" Naruto shook his head, ignoring the look of impression mixed with an iota of pride aimed at him by his drunk father. "-but that's besides the point, dad, I'm not letting you wipe out humanity for whatever reason! Not when Summer, Trisha, Beth, Jess and Morty are down there!"

"Too late." *Arming Neutrino bomb* "I already armed the bomb son the-there's nothing y-you can do."

Naruto, flinching up straight at the robotic voice and flashing light, looked behind him and saw the 'bomb' sitting comfortably.

"Oh yeah?" he quickly got to the bomb, rested both hands on it, and closed his eyes. Seconds later, after what could be seen as trails of barely visible energy circling upwards and flowing into him through his stretched hands, the blinking lights on the bomb went off as it was shut down. "Nothing I can do, huh."

"Ugh; superpowers…" Rick rolled his eyes and took a swig out of his flask. "Should've brought Morty. You're cheap."

"Maybe I am, maybe I'm not." Naruto shrugged as he got back to his seat. "At least I won't worry about the planet blowing up; now take us home before I do to the ship what I did to the bomb. I was in the middle of something before all this."

Silence reigned in the ship as it turned around and returned to the house of the Sanchez family.

"I noticed you didn't mention Jerry back there." Rick broke the silence quickly. "Back when you were listing the people you didn't want blown up."

"Why should I?" Naruto rolled his eyes. "He's the Universe's doormat."

And with a bark of laughter from the drunk old man, the two continued on with their journey.

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Note: This is me testing the waters. If I get a positive response, I'll continue on with the story.