As soon as Summer entered the daycare, Rick rushed towards her. "We need to talk," he said in a low voice. "Take me into the bathroom."

Summer looked confused, but she went along with it. "Alright, let's go," she said. Rick grabbed her hand and hurriedly pulled her along. Summer closed the bathroom door behind them and locked it. "Ok, now tell me what's going on," she demanded.

Rick bit at his lip guiltily. "I may have fucked up," he admitted.

"Twice in one day?" Summer asked, unamused.

"This is some serious shit you got us into, Summer! Morty's been taken!" Rick exclaimed in frustration, mostly directed at himself.

Summer's eyebrows shot up in a look of horror. "Taken? What do you mean taken?" she asked frantically.

"This whole daycare's a front," Rick explained. "Children are being taken, and their parents are killed. Morty and I were investigating when he said we should split up, which I never would have done if I had known he was planning on serving himself up on a silver platter."

"Oh my god!" Summer exclaimed, covering her mouth with her hand. "What are we going to do?"

Rick growled in annoyance. "We aren't going to do anything. You're gonna take me home where I can turn myself back into an adult and go rescue his dumb ass."

"I'll help," Summer replied.

"No," Rick said. "I need you to watch your parents. I have a feeling they're not going to want to turn back."

Summer made a disgusted face. "That is so weird," she groaned. "Ok, let's go get Mom and Dad before those idiots get taken too."

Rick nodded in agreement and followed Summer out of the bathroom. The lady behind the desk, the one who had taken Morty, was smiling up at them, making Rick's stomach flip with disgust. "Hi, can I help you?" she asked in a sickly sweet tone.

"Just looking for Beth and Jerry," Summer replied, nonchalant. Rick had to admit that he was impressed by her lying skills, but then again she was a teenage girl. "Oh, there they are!" Summer exclaimed, waving them over.

The couple looked too happy, Rick thought. He wondered if he was going to have to restrain them in order to reverse the deaging process. They ran up to Summer, all smiles and giggles. "Where's Morty?" Beth asked.

"Already in the car," Summer lied smoothly.

Beth grabbed Jerry's hand and skipped out to the car. "I see what you mean," Summer said with a grimace. "I mean, this was supposed to be punishment, but they are way too happy."

Rick nodded grimly as he followed Summer outside. Beth and Jerry climbed into the back while he and Summer sat in the front. "Where's Morty?" Beth questioned. "I thought you said he was already in the car."

Summer shot a look to Rick. "Wanna explain, Grandpa?"

He cleared his throat, suddenly feeling even guiltier now that he had to explain the situation to Morty's parents. "Well, um, this daycare isn't exactly what it appears to be," he began.

Jerry glared daggers at him while Beth stared at him in horror. "Where's Morty?" she demanded.

"The daycare's a front. They're kidnapping children," Rick said bluntly.

"And you let them kidnap my son?" Jerry bellowed angrily.

Rick sighed. "Morty made the decision to get captured without consulting me," he said, still annoyed at the boy's stupidity.

"And we're just leaving him there?" Beth screeched in horror.

"No," Rick sighed, pressing his fingers to his temples. "I'm turning myself back into an adult, gearing up, and then I'm gonna go rescue him."

Beth gave him a dark look. "You had better," she said. "If anything happens to him, it's on you."

Rick swallowed hard. She was right, and he knew it.

As the ship flew, Morty scooted his way over to the blonde boy Rick had described. He was sitting alone in a corner with tear tracks down his cheeks. He looked at Morty in confusion as Morty managed to push his way next to him.

"Hi," Morty greeted him, giving him a warm smile. "You asked my friend Rick for help," he explained. The boy's eyes widened in recognition. "My name's Morty. What's your name?"

"Greg," the young boy answered timidly.

Morty nodded. "Ok, Greg. Don't worry. Rick's gonna get us out of here."

"How?" Greg asked, looking hopeless.

"He's not actually a kid," Morty admitted. "He's my grandpa, and he accidentally turned himself into a kid in a science experiment accident. But he's gonna turn himself back and come rescue us."

Greg's brows furrowed in confusion. "So why are you here?" he asked.

"To give my grandpa some extra motivation," Morty answered. "And because I figured having an inside man would help him."

The ship jostled harshly, and Morty fell to his side with a grunt. After a few minutes with no further movement, Morty assumed he had landed. He tried to move back into a sitting position, but with his hands cuffed behind his back he couldn't. All he could do was lay there helplessly as he waited for the aliens to appear.

It wasn't long before the door opened and Morty saw two more of the same aliens step inside. He wasn't scared, but he did feel extremely uncomfortable. Apparently, this species didn't cover their junk.

One by one, the kids on the ship were snatched up, and the aliens would reappear after a few minutes. Morty held his breath as one of them approached him, and he found himself being flung over another green shoulder. Normally, Morty would have fought like hell to get away, but he had a special mission. They were inside some garage, and the alien was moving towards the door. He remained silent as he was thrown down into a small, white room.

Another alien approached Morty and pulled him to his feet. He (at least Morty assumed it was a he) began squeezing and poking Morty in various places. Morty grunted as both of his ass cheeks were squeezed hard. Next, the alien grabbed his jaw and shoved his other hand into Morty's mouth, examining his teeth.

When the examining alien pulled away, the first alien grabbed Morty by his cuffed arms and steered him into the next room. It was barren, with only a concrete floor and rows of cots. The kids that had been taken before him were spread out around the room, each looking equally terrified. Morty was uncuffed and shoved forward, hands and knees hitting the ground with a groan. His child body wasn't as tough as his regular body.

The door was slammed shut, and Morty was left alone with the other children. He picked himself off the floor with a sigh and sat down on the nearest cot. Rick would rescue him; he was sure of that. But first, Morty needed to find out everything about this place. He searched the room, looking for another exit, and his eyes settled on the air vent. It would be tricky, and he would need help, but Morty was sure he could do it.

A few minutes later, Greg was unceremoniously shoved into the room in the same fashion Morty was. The scared boy glanced frantically around the room and locked eyes with Morty. He scrambled to sit next to Morty on the cot. "You really think your grandpa's gonna be able to bust us out of here?" he asked.

"I know he will," Morty answered. "But I need to figure out everything I can about this place first, and to do that, I'm gonna need your help." Greg nodded timidly. "How many kids were left on the ship after they took you?" Morty asked.

"Two," Greg answered.

Morty nodded. "Okay. So we're gonna have to wait until everyone gets here."

More minutes passed and two girls were brought into the room. He rushed over to the door. Pressing his ear up to it, he listened closely for the aliens.

"Is that everyone?"

"Yes. We have a juicy group this week, no?"

"We do indeed. We should make a pretty penny off of them."

"The boss will be pleased. The human at the daycare does good work for us."

"Humans will do anything for the right price, even selling off their own young."

Laughter echoed throughout the room, and he heard the door to the garage open and slam. It seemed these aliens couldn't do anything quietly. There was no nob or handle on the door, so Morty pushed against it as hard as he could. Just as he suspected, it didn't budge.

He rushed back over to the cot and slid under it. "What are you doing?" Greg asked.

"Getting something to unscrew the air vent with," Morty answered. Luckily, springs under the cot were loose, and Morty had no problem pulling one down. He wasn't surprised that the cots were of extremely low quality. They weren't exactly guests of honor. From what Morty had gathered, they were going to be sold. The idea filled Morty with anxiety, but he was sure Rick would find him in time. Hell, Rick would probably even be here today.

Morty climbed out from under the cot. He motioned for Greg to follow him and made his way to the air vent. It sat about half a foot down from the ceiling which luckily wasn't too high, but it was still out of Morty's reach. "How are you gonna get up there?" Greg asked.

"You," Morty answered. Greg nodded grimly as if he had been expecting that.

"Alright," Greg replied, crouching down. "Let's do this."

Morty crawled up on top of the other boy and slung his legs around Greg's shoulders. Slowly, Greg stood, and once he was steady, Morty maneuvered himself so that he was standing on Greg's shoulders. "Hurry," Greg grunted, and Morty nodded.

He made quick work of the screw, pocketing it along with the the spring. With a grunt, Morty hoisted himself up halfway into the vent and squirmed the rest of his way inside. For the first time, he was grateful for his smaller body as he was able to turn around and slide the vent shut. "Wait here," Morty instructed. "He couldn't see Greg anymore, but he trusted that the boy would be there for him when he got back.

There was a path to his left, which Morty assumed led to the garage, and a path straight above him. Morty took off his shoes then jumped up, catching himself with his hands and feet on the walls of the vent. He bit his lip to keep his groans inside him as he slowly, painfully climbed.

By the time he reached the second floor, he was covered in sweat. There was only one room, and Morty crawled his way over. Morty found himself staring at a thankfully empty hall with a stage on the opposite side. This room, he guessed, was where the aliens sold the kids.

He moved on to the third floor and made his way around, seeing the alien's quarters and prison cells. With nothing left to see and the layout of the building mapped in his head, Morty made his way back to the children's room. He slid the vent back open and peaked inside. Greg was sitting just below him, nervously wringing his hands together. "Greg," Morty called, causing the other boy to look up.

Greg quickly scrambled to stand under the vent, allowing Morty to climb back down on his shoulders. Morty slid the vent closed, and Greg helped him climb back down. "What do we do now?" Greg asked.

"We wait for my grandpa," Morty answered, laying down on one of the cots. He closed his eyes, thinking he may as well get some rest before Rick showed up.

Rick used the frozen bottle to calibrate the Morphizer-Xe's settings while Summer watched on. She could hear her parents giggling in the living room over the sound of a cartoon. It wasn't long before Rick had finished working on the machine and was pulling the lever. An electric light surrounded his body as he grew back to the old man she knew and loved.

"Yeah, Grandpa's back baby!" Rick exclaimed. "No time to celebrate though. Gotta get Morty." Summer watched him disappear into the hatch under the rug, presumably to gather his deadliest weapons. "Go take care of your parents!" he yelled back, the disgust obvious in his tone.

Summer sighed and made her way back to the living room. Beth was laying across the couch with her head in Jerry's lap as he ran his fingers through her hair. "Alright, Rick's old again. It's your turn," Summer announced.

Beth looked up at her with pleading eyes. "Come on, Summer. Can't we just stay like this a little while longer?"

Feeling defeated, Summer looked at her dad who had a guilty expression on his face. "It would make your mother really happy," he explained.

"Fine," Summer relented, plopping down on the chair. "But when Rick and Morty get back, Rick's going to make you change back."

She ended up paying more attention to her parents than to whatever show they were watching. It was weird to see them being so affectionate with each other. Come to think of it, she couldn't remember the last time she had seen her parents like this. Happy. It made her heart warm inside, and she smiled.

It was weird, but then again her family had always been weird. And if this was what made her parents happy, then who was she to deny them that?

As she continued to watch them, her mind wandered to her little brother. Morty must be so scared, she thought. It was an incredibly brave (stupid, but brave) thing he had done. Summer wondered, if she were in Morty's position, would she have enough faith in her grandpa to get herself willingly captured and wait on him to rescue her? She wasn't sure.

But she had faith in him now. He was going to bring Morty home.