Nonexistent Paradise Chapter 5: Meseeks and Destroy, a Touhou Project + Rick and Morty Crossover fanfic

Season 01, Episode 05: Meeseeks and Destroy

Somewhere in space, near a vortex surrounded by purple fog and debris from a battle that happened millions of years ago, there was a ship that had survived… The ship was still intact, and even more surprisingly, there was life inside. Within it, Rick and Morty were running through one of the corridors as the semi-active lights flickered. "Run!" Rick commanded, looking back as a few shadows advanced their way, followed by a series of roars and grunts.

Those shadows belonged to what seemed to be Jerry, Beth, and Summer, though all of them looked rather feral with no signs of life in their eyes. The two creatures tackled Rick, knocking a device out of his hands and towards a horrified Morty. "Morty, do it! Hit the button now!" Rick shouted, trying to fend them off.

"I can't do it, Rick! They're my parents and sister!" a stressed-out Morty said.

"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!" Rick explained as he held off the possessed Smiths. "Do you need a mnemonic device or something? Just hit the button already!"

Soon enough, the clone of Beth Sanchez/Smith got up and walked towards Morty. She let out some gruff breaths as she approached him, and as if the entire room lit up, so did her face, becoming sweet and affectionate, similar to the motherly look that only Morty could see. "Morty, please. I love you, sweetheart."

Morty hesitated, but as soon as the demonic copy of Beth dropped her facade to pounce, he ran towards the big red button, being careful to attach the device. A now terrified Morty looked on in fear as the device activated, capturing the clones as they slowly distorted. Beth and Summer's clones grew horns while the clone Jerry's tongue split into multiple smaller tongues. The clones glowed in a yellow light as they slowly got sucked into the container.

Rick was unfazed at the sight, looking on as the last vestiges of the demonic spirits got sucked into the box. As soon as the box fully sucked the spirits in, Rick grabbed the box. "Good work, Morty." He opened a portal to the garage, where Reimu was looking out as a satisfied Rick Sanchez and a traumatized Morty Smith walked out of the portal, with the former carrying the box full of demonic alien spirits. "Y-You know, these demonic alien spirits are really valuable!"

Both Rick and Reimu looked to see Morty suddenly vomiting on the corner of the lab, and Reimu couldn't help but feel concerned for her cousin, and looked towards Rick. "What did you two do this time?"

"I killed my family!" an angered and traumatized Morty yelled out. "They weren't demonic alien whatchamacallits, they're my parents and sister! I don't care what you say! I don't care what you think of them!"

Reimu looked at Rick, bristling with curiosity and anger. "Demonic alien spirits?"

Rick waved his hand dismissively. "Yeah, Morty and I *urp* nabbed some demonic alien spirits. They might've looked too much like family members, which is why Morty's overreacting and in denial like that."

"Y-You know what, Rick? That's it!" an angered Morty pointed his finger at his grandfather. "I-I'm done with these…insane adventures! That was really traumatizing! I quit! I'm out!"

Before he could get out of the garage, Rick grabbed Morty by the shoulders. "Hold your horses, Morty. D-D-Don't be like that! The universe is a crazy and chaotic place!"

Morty shoved Rick out of his personal space. "You're the one that's crazy and chaotic! Adventures are supposed to be simple! And fun! Not tricking me into killing my own parents!"

"Hold up there, Morty. While I don't like what Grampa's doing to you, he does have a point," Reimu argued.

"Why the fuck are you even taking his side?" asked a now hyperventilating Morty.

"I'm not. He's right that the universe is a chaotic and crazy place." Reimu pointed out. "However, that does not mean I will accept him forcing you onto adventures you can't handle."

"What the fuck are you talking about?" Rick asked, feigning innocence.

"Look, if you desire to drag Morty on your adventures, just give him some room to breathe." Reimu pointed out. "I might not own this house, but I will not tolerate this persistent mistreatment."

"Oh yeah, Reimu." Rick said, rolling his eyes at the prospect. "Yeah, t-t-that- that's really easy to say from the sidekick position. But—But, uh, h-how about next time, you be in charge, then we'll talk about how simple and fun it is."

"Seriously Rick?! Y-You'll let me call the shots?" a now hopeful Morty asked.

"I wasn't talking to you, but fine." an agitated Rick said. "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. Plus, you have to do my laundry for a month."

Not to be outdone, Morty spoke up about his end of the deal. "Okay, all right, tough guy! But if my adventure's good... I get to be in charge of every third adventure!"

"Can't I be the one to say that we're not doing any bets." Reimu placed herself in between her grandfather and cousin with a slightly agitated look on her face. "Look, I might not have thrown my own weight around as much as I should have, but I'm going with you."

"What, why?" Rick and Morty asked simultaneously.

"Well, first of all, Grampa, I want to make sure you aren't tricking Morty." Reimu turned her gaze from her grandfather to her fourteen-year-old cousin. "And as for you, I want to make sure nothing bad happens. Plus, a friend of mine is coming along for the ride. Besides, I'm not letting this degrade into something awful over a silly bet."

Before any more words could be said, the entire Smith family (with the addition of Marisa Kirisame) came into the room. "Dad, the dishwasher's doing that thing again." Beth said again.

"No. The opposite. Can you fix it?" Beth asked.

Before Rick could say anything, Summer spoke. "Grandpa Rick, can you help me with my science homework?"

"Yeah, don't do it-" Rick felt his shoulder get poked. He looked to see Reimu, who still had that playful, seemingly innocent smile on her face as she giggled. "Urgh, fine. I'll do it for your little game." Rick muttered.

Soon enough, Jerry was the next one to speak. "Hey, Rick, you got some kind of hand-shaped device that can open this mayonnaise jar?" he asked, causing Rick and Reimu to facepalm at his stupidity.

Rick, Morty, and Reimu looked towards Marisa before the former asked something. "And what about you?"

"I just came in here because I was curious… when are we going on another adventure?" Marisa asked.

"Soon, and if my hunch is right, then Sanae will be here shortly." Reimu noted.

"Who?" Rick and Morty asked.

"The girl that works with Reimu at the shrine." Marisa replied plainly.

Soon enough, the four of them heard the sound of a car approaching the garage, and Reimu walked over to the garage door's button and pressed it. True to the two girls' suspicions, the door opened to reveal a black Honda convertible stop near the garage. Out of the door came Sanae, but she was not in her miko attire. Instead, she was wearing a blue parka over a blue and white hoodie, a blue knee-high skirt, white snow stockings, and blue and white sneakers.

She seemed to be rather excited as she walked into the garage, and Reimu began to explain. "She's been asking me if she could go on one of your adventures lately."

Rick angrily crossed his arms at the comment. "Alright, Morty! Take us to your shitty adventure."

Sanae looked at Rick in a concerned manner. "Is he always that grouchy?"

Reimu shrugged. "Eh, more or less."

In the living room, the Smiths looked at the Meeseeks Box. "So many possibilities…" Beth said in awe.

"My mind is racing!" Summer complied, thinking about the many possibilities with the box.

Soon enough, Jerry entered the conversation. "If we're gonna use this thing, which I'm not even sure we should, we need to keep it simple."

Soon enough, Summer pressed the button, spawning another Meeseeks. "I'm Mr. Meeseeks!"

"I want to be popular at school!" Summer ordered.

"Can do!" the Meeseeks replied.

Seeing the Meeseeks walk off with Summer, Jerry spoke. "Summer, what did I just-" He didn't have much to say when the greeting of a second Meeseeks came into the play.

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

"I want to be a more complete woman!" Beth said, much to Jerry's dismay.

"Beth!"

"Can do!" the second Meeseeks said, walking with Beth, leaving her husband alone.

"You guys are doing it wrong. He said 'simple'!" Jerry said, pushing a button and summoning a third Meeseeks.

"Hey, there. I'm Mr. Meeseeks!" Jerry's Meeseeks said.

Jerry thought long and hard about his request, well, as long and hard as he was willing to do. "Mr. Meeseeks, I would like to take two strokes off my golf game." he said, proudly crossing his arms in front of his Meeseeks.

"Ooh, yeah! Can do!" the Meeseeks said, exactly like the others.

"Nailed it!" Jerry said, pumping his fist as he thought he was getting what he wanted.

Rick, Reimu, and Morty walked through the portal, followed by Marisa and Sanae. Reimu looked around her surroundings as Rick chastised his youngest grandkid. "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. We're going on a quest, okay?" an anxious yet excited Morty replied.

"To be fair, this isn't my first choice, either." Reimu replied. As she scanned their surroundings, she found that they were in a simplistic, medieval European village, each house sporting wicket walls, thatched roofs, mushroom trees in the background, and the like. Unfortunately for her, Morty didn't care for what she said.

"Yeah, who cares about your choice, Reimu! This is MY adventure!" Morty pointed out.

"Fair point." Reimu remarked. "Still, things might not go your way, Morty. I might not be too knowledgeable about the multiverse, but you're running in blind."

"Yeah right." Morty said as he rolled his eyes at Reimu's statement. "This is a fantasy-type world with creatures and all sorts of fantasy things. We're going on a quest, okay?"

"Can't wait." Rick and Marisa snarked in unison.

Morty looked to see a rock he could perch himself on and climbed to the top of it. "Ahem. Excuse me! We are a quintet of humble heroes in search of adventure!"

Rick pinched his nose in embarrassment. "Oh, my God, so embarrassing."

Reimu was about to tell Rick to stop when a villager went towards them in awe. "At last! A battalion of heroes! You must help us! This village is terribly poor, yet the giant that lives in the clouds above has untold treasures!"

"Wait a minute, ain't that Jack in the Beanstalk?" Sanae asked.

"Yes it is!" Morty says triumphantly. "And we most humbly accept your quest, good sir! Come on, gang. There's a giant in the clouds!"

"Wait a minute, if it's Jack and the Beanstalk, then we're going to have to climb the whole thing… right?" Marisa asked.

Morty smirked. "Of course we will."

Before Rick could groan, Reimu interjected. "You can't expect us to climb the whole thing. If Grampa has some kind of jetpack or hover boots… we can make-"

"No! We're doing it the old fashioned way!" Morty interrupted.

Meanwhile, at Harry Herpson High School's gym room, a crowd of people sat on the seats, listening to the Meeseeks's speech about Summer on the podium. "In conclusion, a friendship with Summer Smith is the most valuable and enriching experience of your young lives. I'm Mr. Meeseeks! Look at me! Thank you!"

As Summer jumped up and down with three of her friends, Gene Vagina came to the humanoid. "Uh, Mr. Meeseeks, was it? Yeah. Gene Vagina. Listen, I'm in a bit of a custody thing with my ex and was wondering-" Before he could continue his sentence, the Meeseeks disappeared in a puff of smoke. "No, I'll get your info from Summer."

Meanwhile, Beth was with her Meeseeks at a restaurant, apparently sharing wine as they had a date. "I got pregnant at seventeen. I mean, I still put myself through veterinary school. Yes, I'm successful, but what if I hadn't…" As Beth was speaking, the Meeseeks attentively stared back at her. "I'm just saying, somewhere along the way, I lost that wide-eyed girl from Muskegon."

"She's still there, Beth." the Meeseeks assured.

"Well, her waistline isn't." Beth spoke back.

"Beth, having a family doesn't mean that you stop being an individual. 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." he said, continuing his explanation.

"You're saying I should leave Jerry." Beth asked, finally starting to cry at the comment. "I can't believe I'm finally having this conversation." She went forward to kiss the Meeseeks, but before their lips could touch, the latter suddenly disappeared from existence, leaving a shocked Beth in an awkward position as a waiter approached her.

"More wine?" the waiter asked.

"I think I had enough." Beth answered. She clearly needed some time to process what the Meeseeks said, preferably without the cloud of drunkenness that red wine can bring.

Meanwhile, with Jerry, he was at the golf course, despite the snow. He was dressed in a winter coat and scarf whilst holding his golf club, while the Meeseeks was wearing an appropriate golfing hat, standing near a case full of golf clubs. "Remember to square your shoulders, Jerry." the Meeseeks advised, looking at Jerry's recent miss.

"Yeah, yeah. I got it." Jerry said, completely ignoring the Meeseeks's instructions, swinging his golf club and clearly missing the ball, instead getting a clump of dirt and snow on his golf club.

"That's okay." the blue humanoid assured. "I'm Mr. Meeseeks! Look at me!" Mister Meeseeks proceeded to do a little dance before resuming his advice. "Try again and keep your head down."

In slight anger, Jerry threw his golf club away and looked at the Meeseeks. "Okay, well, which is it? Square my shoulders or keep my head down?"

"Well, it's both. But most importantly, you got to relax." the Meeseeks advised, laying limp for presentation.

At this point, Jerry didn't feel like taking two strokes off his golf swing. "You know what, Mr. Meeseeks? I don't think this is working. I give up."

The Meeseeks instantly went from a smile to a frown and straightened an arm out. "I'm sorry, Jerry, but it doesn't work like that." He instantly smiled again and did another dance. "I'm Mr. Meeseeks. I have to fulfill my purpose so I can go away. Look at me."

"Well, make yourself comfortable, because I suck." Jerry retorted, crossing his arms in annoyance.

"No, Jerry, I'm the one who SUCKS!" The Meeseeks went into a short freakout, putting his hands to his head as he shouted loudly. Immediately afterward, an idea popped up in his head. "Let me try something."

The Meeseeks looked towards the Meeseeks Box, pressing a button to summon another Mister Meeseeks. "I'm Mr. Meeseeks! Look at me!" the new Meeseeks said.

"Hi, Mr. Meeseeks! I'm Mr. Meeseeks! Look at me." Jerry's Meeseeks greeted.

"Hi!" the new Meeseeks responded.

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

"Can do! I'm Mister Meeseeks!" the newly-summoned Meeseeks cheered. "Is he keeping his shoulders squared?"

"Ooh, he's trying!" Jerry's Meeseeks answered. As the two Meeseeks spoke, Jerry crossed his arms, slowly getting more and more annoyed with each passing second.

By now, the group had made it to the top of the beanstalk and onto the giant's castle. Morty triumphantly looked at the crude medieval interior while the three girls slumped onto the shelf. "Why *huff, huff* did you force us *huff* to climb all the way up, you *huff* little know-it-all?" Marisa asked between huffs.

"This is a fantasy-type adventure." Morty pointed out.

"Wait until your little *huff* adventure gets one-upped." Marisa said as she attempted to get up.

"Besides, that's a terrible excuse for several terrible hours of climbing." Reimu pointed out. "From what I've seen, your adventures *huff, huff* with Grampa usually involve more interesting things than a beanstalk."

"Uh oh, looks like the girls are getting mad at you." Rick heckled.

"Would you guys relax? 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." Morty pointed out.

"Feels less like an adventure and more like physical labor." a still somewhat exhausted Marisa pointed out.

"Fuck off, nobody asked for your opinion!" Morty said, pointing at the girl.

Sanae looked towards Reimu. "Is this what usually happens between your grandfather and cousin?"

Reimu shook her head at her friend. "Morty can be stubborn as a mule sometimes, and so can Grampa. This whole fairy tale thing is not my first choice, it was Morty's. As dangerous as Grampa's adventures are, at least they provide some sort of interesting thing."

Before they could continue their conversation, they all heard footsteps as the world around them shook. Rick looked towards the big stone door and looked towards Morty. "Uh-oh, Morty. Startin' to get a little hairy. What do you want to do, boss?" Rick sarcastically replied as he waved the portal gun.

"No way, Rick. This is all part of it. Adventures have conflict. Deal with it." Morty replied.

Reimu rolled her eyes at Morty's hypocrisy and looked towards the giant. He was as tall as a ten-story building, looked to be of European descent, complete with fair skin and a scruffy mane. He wore nothing but a loincloth and advanced towards the shelf they were on. "Fee! Fi! Fo! Fum! I smell the blood of- whoop!" Suddenly, he slipped on a random puddle, causing him to fall onto the shelf and split his head wide open.

"Well that was unexpected." a worried and sympathetic Sanae pointed out.

As they watched the giant's bleeding corpse twitch on the floor, Reimu heard another set of footsteps and gestured to the nearby jar. "Quick! Hide behind that cookie jar!"

As everyone ran behind the jar, a giant woman walked towards the corpse, this one wearing a more modern outfit consisting of a green button-up shirt. The brunette appears to be holding a baby, who also had brown hair and wore a blue jumpsuit. "Oh, Jesus! Dale!" Everyone kept hiding behind it when the giant took several big sniffs in the air. "Fe! Fi! Fo! Fum! I smell the blood of tiny people!"

With surprisingly lightning quick movement, she lifted the jar, revealing the five people who observed Dale's death, all of which had shocked faces as she put another jar over them just as quickly, keeping an eye on them as she quickly typed on a phone. "Hello, 911? My husband has been attacked by tiny people! He's dying!"

Reimu couldn't help but to sigh as Marisa and Morty were fighting over the portal gun after the former snatched it from Rick and the latter snatched it from her.

By now, Beth and Summer have walked back to the Smith Residence, with the former having her hair done up in a slightly new style. Both seemed a lot happier than they originally were. "Like, letting go of the need to be popular is what makes people like you." Summer said.

"The most important love you can receive is from yourself." Beth added.

The two went through the living room, not noticing that it was now occupied by an enraged Jerry and a crowd of newly-summoned Meeseeks. "Okay, Jerry, you got to just choke up on the club!" one Meeseeks pleaded.

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

Jerry's original Meeseeks decided to speak up. "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 explained, trying to knock some sense into him.

"Don't tell me that! That just puts pressure on me!" It didn't work, unsurprisingly enough.

"Just try to relax." Jerry's Meeseeks advised.

With lightning-fast motion, Jerry pointed his club towards his original Meeseeks, almost ready to beat the blue humanoid to death. "You try to relax! Have you ever tried to relax?! It is a paradox!" Jerry barked, causing the Meeseeks to flinch in response as he walked out of the living room and into the dining room, ready to greet his wife and daughter. "Ugh, these Meeseeks, huh? Kind of a handful, and what do you know, your dad managed to persuade you to let our son go with him and our niece. I can't imagine what you two must be going through."

"Our Meeseeks have been gone for hours, Jerry." Beth calmly answered.

"You're kidding me?" Jerry answered calmly.

"Notice anything different?" Beth asked, flicking her hair back to show it.

However, Jerry's mind was on other things. "Wait, I'm sorry. Hours?"

"Dad, mom is a beautiful woman! Look at her! You will lose her!" Summer said, gesturing to Beth, who started to cry.

As Summer went to confront her mother, Jerry was about to speak, but his Meeseeks came into the room to remind him about what they were doing. "Uhh... Hey, Jerry, you mind if we get back to the task at hand? Meeseeks don't usually have to exist this long. It's getting weird."

After having been arrested by the giants, Rick, Morty, Reimu, Marisa, and Sanae soon found themselves getting mugshots in a rather modern police station, which, like many of the other things in Giant World, was giant, including a camera which was too big for the picture.

The five of them were stripped bare of whatever they had and fitted into conveniently-sized orange jumpsuits, much to the dismay of everyone around here. By now, they were sitting on a cigarette box as the two giant detectives looked down upon them. "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 murder him?'"

"How the hell do you think that? He simply tripped and fell!" Reimu pointed out.

The two giants then broke out in laughter at her response. "Well, it's going down how we want to missee, the law doesn't care about a thing, even WITH logic by your side! Bah ha ha ha ha!"

As the giants continued laughing at Reimu's response, Rick and Marisa glared at Morty. "Ooh, boy, Morty, you're really showing me how it's done. Real straightforward and fun."

Meanwhile, the Smith Residence has been overcrowded with Meeseeks, being filled by the dozens, all of which were talking over one another, desperately trying to help Jerry, only for him to silence them. "Everybody shut up! Let me try!" Jerry swung one last time, only to miss the ball. Seething, he angrily beat the golf club on the floor. "Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!"

Soon enough, Beth walked into the living room, wearing a green dress, holding her purse, and apparently having her hair back to her usual style. "I'm going out." she said, obviously bored of the whole Meeseeks fiasco that Jerry had spun up.

"Wait, what?" Jerry asked.

Beth resisted the urge to pinch her nose and spoke. "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?"

"Whoa, whoa, where in the hell is," Before Jerry could wander into confusion, he steeled himself and decided on what he must do. "I'll take you to dinner." Unfortunately for him, he was met with the groaning of several Meeseeks, some of which have been there from the very start. "Look, I've got a marriage to keep together. At this point, my golf swing is more your problem than mine."

After that last remark, Jerry simply tossed the golf club towards one of the Meeseeks and left, said Meeseeks fell onto his knees and held the club over his head. "I can't take it anymore. I just want to die!"

"We all want to die! We're Meeseeks!" a second Meeseeks added.

"Why did you even rope me into this?" a third Meeseeks accused.

"Cause he roped me into this!" The second Meeseeks pointed towards a fourth Meeseeks.

"Well, him over there, he roped me into this!" The fourth Meeseeks held his hands towards a fifth.

"Well, he roped me into this!" the fifth Meeseeks said, pointing towards a sixth one.

"Well, what about me? He roped me into this." the sixth Meeseeks pointed an accusing finger towards a seventh one.

"Well, that one over there roped me into this." the seventh said, pointing his thumb at an eight Meeseeks.

"Well, he roped me into this." the eighth Meeseeks replied, throwing his hands towards the direction of a ninth Meeseeks, who balled up his fists in retaliation.

They were all now in the Giant World Courthouse. Apart from the fact that it was giant, it was no different from any other modern-day courthouse. Marisa and Morty had both stopped arguing, thankfully, but Reimu could see that they were both in very sour moods, and both of them were glaring at each other after their scuffle.

Reimu wasn't as optimistic as Sanae, but she knew that there might be a sliver of positivity. Unlike Morty, she wasn't going to estimate that it was going to inexplicably pop out of the blue. If that Dale guy was not like the other giants and if he DOES awake from his injury, then they MIGHT have a chance. The chance of victory was extremely slim, especially when the giant judge swung his gavel to silence the jury.

"Order in the court!" After swinging his gavel, the mustached man put a hand on his desk as he leaned down upon the quintet. "Before the jury reaches its verdict, I just want to say that I consider you all very guilty."

"Oh, what a 'simple' and 'fun' adventure this turned out to be." Marisa rambled. "And now, we're all going to giant prison simply because of your shoddy choices."

"It's my adventure, Marisa!" Morty said as he got up. "Besides, we're gonna be out of here in no time!"

"How? They took my portal gun." Rick said, with Marisa nodding in agreement. "What do you guess? Some magical angel is gonna fly down and-"

Before Rick could continue, the doors slammed right open, revealing a giant with carefully combed brown hair, a sharply dressed suit, and a suitcase that appeared to be filled with documents. "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 men were never read their giant rights and are therefore free-fi to fo-home."

Reimu's smile returned to her face as she began chuckling. "Okay, I honestly didn't expect that to happen."

"Thank God we're out of this nightmare." Marisa muttered. Even she couldn't help but to smile knowing she'd be out of those orange clothes.

As they were speaking, voices muttered in the court, and the giant lawyer looked on in confusion. "They're free to go, that's what I meant. I'm deconstructing our- our- our thing we say. We're giants. Nobody got that?"

"My friends and I got it…" Sanae said, still rather unsure about the situation, but ultimately happy she was set free.

Soon enough, Rick, Morty, and the three girls were walking right out of the giant court's doorstep, with Morty keeping an enthusiastic air going on. "Oh, man, what did I tell you, Rick? We did it!"

"We didn't do squat, it was the lawyer guy who did it. We were just lucky." Marisa pointed out. "If all the adventures in this god forsaken world are like this, then I'm out of here."

"Well, speaking of 'out of here'..." Rick pulled out the portal gun and waved it in the air. "It looks like the portal gun's still working. Wanna head home?"

"Oh, yeah, you'd like that, wouldn't you, Rick?" Morty said as he crossed his arms. "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."

"Cut your losses!" Reimu pointed out. "We only got out of the problem of sheer luck and nothing more. I know nothing of where the surprise lawyer came from, but if he didn't come here, we'd be stuck in prison. Besides, we're all tired and hungry."

"Yeah, well, it's my adventure, so shut up, shape up, and climb down the giant steps with me." As Morty walked towards the steps of the giant court, the fog departed to reveal that the stairs were also giant.

At that point, Marisa crossed her arms. "Joy, more exhaustion-worthy climbing. Welp, I'm out of here. Gramps, grab the portal gun."

"What!? You're just gonna bail on this!?" Morty asked.

"The word 'bail' is putting it heavily." Sanae stated, but her voice still had a bit of wobble, it was more even and grounded than it was before. "If any adventures in this world are like that, then yes, I am out as well. I thought that climbing a beanstalk was fun, but it was more labor than the stories made it out to be."

Morty didn't like that level of morale one bit, and he didn't like that they were actively going to bail on his adventure like that. His teeth gritted as Rick held out his portal gun, letting a mocking smirk fly towards Morty's eyes. And just when he was about to pull the trigger, Morty proceeded to pounce on him, letting out a loud screech as he did.

"Gah! What the-" Rick's words were interrupted when Morty tackled him onto the ground and attempted to snatch the portal gun from him.

"Morty! Why are you doing this!?" an annoyed and angered Reimu asked as she grabbed onto Morty's sides along with a confused and concerned Sanae.

Morty proceeded to bite on their arms, causing them to scream out in pain as he once again attempted to grab onto his grandfather's portal gun. "This is my adventure! I'm not gonna let any of you quit on it!"

Morty managed to successfully grab onto Rick's portal gun, but Marisa grabbed right onto his arm. "So you're telling me you choose your own childish views over-GAH!"

Morty once again proceeded to bite, this time onto Marisa, but the blonde gripped Rick's portal gun more tightly in response, to the point where she accidentally pulled the trigger, causing them all to fall into a portal.

Meanwhile, the Smith Residence has been overcrowded with Meeseeks, being filled by the dozens, all of which were talking over one another, desperately trying to help Jerry, only for him to silence them. "Everybody shut up! Let me try!" Jerry swung one last time, only to miss the ball by a long shot, predictably even. Seething, he angrily beat the golf club on the floor. "Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!"

Soon enough, Beth walked in, wearing a green dress, holding her purse, and apparently having her hair back to her usual style. "I'm going out." she said, obviously bored of the whole Meeseeks fiasco that Jerry spun up.