Seeing her parents and brother as little kids was probably the weirdest thing Summer had ever seen, and she had seen some weird stuff ever since Rick had moved in with them. Morty had explained everything to her over the phone, but she still wasn't prepared for what she saw. "You better appreciate that I'm taking my lunch break to help you," she said.

"And we owe you one, big time," Morty replied. "Just wake Rick up and help him fix this."

"And waste even more of my lunch break?" Summer questioned, annoyed. "No, you are going to childcare until I get home. Then I can help Rick."

"But Summer-" Morty whined.

"Remember when I had a problem yesterday and nobody cared?" Summer snapped. "Get in the car."

Her family obeyed with no further argument. Summer walked into the garage cautiously. Morty had said that the vapor particles should be diffused enough by now that it wouldn't affect her, but she was still a little nervous. After a moment with no change, she approached the tiny form of her unconscious grandpa. "You are such an idiot," she murmured as she hoisted him over her shoulder.

With the rest of the family in the back, she gently lowered Rick into the passenger's seat and buckled him up. She then climbed into the driver's seat and started the car. "I get off at seven," she said. "I will pick you up then."

Rick opened his eyes and found himself staring down at his feet, which were noticeably smaller than normal. "Huh?" he wondered aloud, looking at his surroundings. He was in the car, and Summer was driving. Since when had she gotten so tall? He looked at his hands, small and delicate. "What the hell?" he asked, surprised by the high pitch of his voice.

"You boiled the water from the Fountain of Youth and turned us all into kids," a very childish sounding Morty said.

Rick turned around and was shocked to see Morty, Beth, and Jerry as seven-year-old kids. He gaped as the others glared at him. "Shit," he muttered. "Okay, I can fix this. Summer, you need to take us home-"

"No," Summer replied sternly.

"Excuse me?" Rick asked, his high-pitched voice far less intimidating than normal.

"I said no," Summer repeated. "I'm taking you to childcare until I get off work."

Rick gave her his best death glare. "I am not doing that," he said, crossing his arms.

"Rick, just shut up and go along with it, okay?" Morty whined. "None of us like it either, but you're the one who got us into this mess in the first place."

He glared back at Morty. "You know I could fix this easily," he said.

Morty rolled his eyes. "Yes, we know. Of course you can. You're a genius, blah blah blah," Morty said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. Rick hardened his glare. "None of us want to do this, and your complaining isn't going to change anything. Fix us when we get back home."

Rick sighed and turned back around. "You're an even bigger pain in the ass at this age, Morty," he grumbled. "Fine. I'll go with it. But we are never talking about this again."

"Glad we've reached an agreement then," Summer said. "I can't believe I'm seventeen and I have four children."

"Well maybe now you can sympathize with your mom," Rick quipped.

"Hey!" Beth protested. Rick felt a sharp kick against the back of his seat, but it was the sound of her voice that took his breath away. He hadn't heard that little voice in so long. Until now, he hadn't realized that he missed it.

"Beth," he gently breathed out.

"Yes, Dad?" Beth asked, sounding concerned.

Rick blushed. "Nothing. It's just... you're my little girl again."

Beth's hand reached up around the seat and squeezed his shoulder. "I've always been your little girl," she replied.

He reached up and squeezed her hand. Rick was starting to think that spending one day with his family as children wouldn't be so bad.

When they got to the daycare center, Morty and Rick got into some kind of argument over Rick's drinking habits. Not wanting to get involved, Beth grabbed Jerry's hand and pulled him into a corner. The daycare was bright and colorful, kind of like Froopy Land where she went to as a real child when her parents were never around. It made her feel a little sad to think about it, but she brushed it off.

Other kids were running around, making a lot of noise. Beth cringed. Her child ears could hear a lot better than her adult ones, and she was starting to realize why she shouldn't miss it. Morty and Summer had never been this loud. She had never realized before how lucky she was.

Once she and Jerry found a quieter spot, Beth dropped his hand and turned to face him. "I've been thinking," she began. "What if we stay like this?"

Jerry laughed. "What if we stay like this? That's a good one, Beth," he replied.

Beth huffed in annoyance. "I'm being serious, Jerry," she said.

Her husband looked at her in complete confusion. "Why on Earth would you want to do that?" he asked.

"Because," Beth started, looking around awkwardly. "It's no secret that neither of us have ended up where we wanted in life."

Jerry's brows furrowed. "But we have our family. I'm happy."

"I know," Beth agreed. "But you're unemployed. Imagine what you could do if you went back to school and got a degree?"

"I don't think I need to be a kid to do that," Jerry argued.

Beth shook her head. "No," she agreed. "But you know what would help? Scholarships. A good high school gpa."

Jerry nodded. "While all that is true, why would we do that?"

Beth grabbed Jerry's hands. "What if this is our chance to start over?" she asked. "Together. No unwanted pregnancies. Nothing is standing in our way. I could become a real surgeon, and you could become a director like many of your alternate selves."

She could see the conflict in Jerry's eyes. "But what about our kids?" he asked. "Who would take care of them?"

"Well, Summer's almost eighteen, and Morty has Rick," Beth replied.

Jerry raised his eyebrows. "You would trust Rick to take care of our son full time?"

Beth grimaced. "Well, it's not like we have to completely disappear," she said. "We could stick around to supervise."

"And have Rick look after us too?" Jerry questioned with a laugh.

"Look, I'm not saying my plan is perfect," Beth admitted. "But I know the two of us could work it out together." Jerry still looked unconvinced. "Can you just promise me you'll think about it?"

Jerry sighed. "Alright," he relented with a nod. "I'll think about it."