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Wait, what’s that? Do I hear something
coming down the chimney?

Rick Santa-chez here with gifts
from across the multiverse!

-Yes.
-Oh my god.

For Jerry, an extradimensional version
of Miracle on 34th Street.

Two hours longer! They fixed
my only problem with it!

For Beth, a framed photo of the two of us

from a universe where she
wasn’t murdered as a child.

-Oh my God. Dad.
-And for Space Beth,

he same thing because we,
we don’t know which of you is real.

I am also touched.

Summer, ch-check your Venmo.

-Money? How did you know?
-You’re seventeen.

And last but not least,
for my number one number two.

Morty you asked for this a long,
long time ago and I finally went

far, far away enough to get it
since shipping would have killed me.

You didn’t! No fucking way.

-No fucking way.
-No fucking way.

-Does it make the noises?
-Of course it makes the noises.

-that’s like half the fun.
-Awesome!

Do not turn that on!

Don’t worry. Morty’s only going to
use this very honorable weapon

in designated Jedi zones like
the garage right now.

Holy crap. I hate to say it but I
wish there was something to attack.

Yeah it’s too bad nobody bought
a cart a fruit!

You beautiful son of a bitch!

Grapefruit! Mango! Papaya! Watermelon!
A second papaya! Another watermelon!

-Strike me down.
-What?

-Strike me down.
-I’m not striking you down.

Strike me down Morty! I’ll, I’ll become
a pile of clothes like that old guy!

But you'll die, you’re drunk.

-Here, I’ll, I’ll do it myself.
-No!

Wow, you did it! Just like Obi Wan.
Rick? You can come out now.

I’m serious. Did you like, become
your clothes? Are you T-shirt Rick now?

Over here, buttfart.

-That was awesome!
-Right?

Rick, you know you’ve been so
great the last couple months,

the family’s so happy,
I’m really grateful.

Thanks kid, but less talk
more melon slaying! Heads up!

-Oh shit shit shit. Open it, Rick!
-Let me do it! Get up, get fucking move!

Hurry! Hurry!

You dropped it perfectly vertical, Morty!
Perfectly fucking vertical!

-I got it, I got it
-Ah, shi...

-Shit.
-Elevator! Elevator!

-We gotta get ahead of it! Level ten?
-No no no, fifteen!

Wait, we live over a cool sushi spot?

-Irasshaimase!
-Domo. Domo. Not now though.

Okay, we overshot it.
Good problem to have.

Still doing the eel roll?

-I told you we shoulda gone to ten!
-No, Morty, not ten!

Morty, wait, wait, wait!

What the fuck?

-Rick?
-You dumb fucking robot. You had one job!

Hey, that job is to be a good Grandpa,

-I go where the kid goes.
-Don’t touch me!

How long have I...
You said you weren’t a robot!

It killed me to lie to you, Morty!

But it would have literally
killed me not to lie to you.

Betrayal! Betrayal on all sides!

Don’t overreact, Morty. I replaced myself
towards the beginning of that

whole Knights of the Sun thing.

I’m no good to anybody until
I resolve this arch nemesis crap.

You’re still hunting the guy
who killed your wife?

You don’t have to rub it in, Morty,
that’s why I removed myself.

I’ve become the thing I hate.
It’s like a Netflix drama down here,

and I don’t mean an accidentally good one,
I mean a regular-ass Netflix drama.

I did you a favor.

You gave him a fuckin’
lightsaber for Christmas?

It’s almost like someone designed me
to be twenty-two percent

-more thoughtful than you.
-Alright, that’s it,

-I’m shutting you down
-Don’t you dare.

You’ve done enough.
The whole family, Rick.

-Everybody loves this thing.
-Oh, good.

By the way, your lightsaber’s probably run
out of sub-basement by now, so, congrats.

Unbelievable.

I can’t believe you tricked us

-into loving you!
-Not because I like it,

because it’s my job! But thank
god I don’t have to do it anymore.

The fuck you don’t. It’s Christmas!

Get up there and trick everyone
into loving you more!

Let’s get our miracle on.

-Speaking of miracles.
-What, bored of your toy already?

Just excited to spend time with my family.

You know me and Morty,
we’re all about those streets.

Would ya look at this! New York City!

Who woulda thought it had
so many streets?

And avenues too. Oh Gosh! Hey, sir!
Sir, have you seen any miracles?

My little girl, she’s sick
and she needs a miracle.

The Presidential blackhawk
is landing on the lawn.

I’ll get rid of him.

-You got something to tell me, Morty?
-Merry Christmas?

Who dropped a lightsaber
perfectly fucking vertical?

Guess what, numb nuts,
it’s a mile deep and still going.

You know what’s
in the hilt of that thing?

-Kyber Crystals.
-Okay, nerd.

Whatever it is, when it hits the core,

it’s gonna cause a chain
reaction that destroys the Earth.

-It is?
-Why are you still playing wth

laser swords anyway? You’re fourteen.

You know all that Star
Wars shit is silly, right?

Lucas promised a new trilogy for decades,
then when he delivered fans turned on him

and started giving any knucklehead
with nerd cred a shot

and churned out these irredeemable
cash grabs. Half pretend to be satisfied,

half shit on it and in the end
no one’s happy.

Do you know why, Morty?

Because when you start with a turd,
you end with a turd.

Why you crying? Where’s Rick?

He’s busy, and I hate him, and I lost my
lightsaber and now it might destroy Earth

and you’re unloading all this Gen X
hatred on me for even wanting one

-and it’s the worst Christmas ever!
-Okay, Morty, Morty.

I shouldn’t have talked to
you like you’re a UN official.

Let’s get your embarrassing ass lightsaber
back so you can swing it around

instead of kissing girls.

You found me! Found me!
Found me!

-Security breach.
-What the hell?

-Unauthorized presence.
-What the fuck Morty?

This morning, a real life version
of George Lucas’s trademarked lightsaber

was dropped point down and is whomp
whomping its way to the core of the Earth

where it will blow us all up.

Touch my shit and die. That’s not a threat
from me, that’s how advanced my shit is.

Impressive lair, Sanchez. Got about
six hundred thousand permits?

If I wanted the government in my
house I’d buy an Alexa!

-I invited him in, Rick.
-Yeah, well, they can leave.

-I’ll destroy it.
-We’re gonna retrieve it.

-Well that’s stupid.
-What kind of grandfather are you?

It’s Christmas for God’s sake,

and you look like Phil Spector
wiped his ass with Randy Quaid.

If you’re gonna help,
help, otherwise step aside.

Merry Christmas to me.

-Merry Christmas to me!
-To me!

Anyhoo, I’m no expert but
it seems we’ve gotta...

a certain amount of time
to build a big drill ship.

A big drill ship?

That’s some pretty loud
stepping aside you’re doing.

-Just let me destroy the thing!
-You’ve destroyed enough!

Oh, I see someone found my
Told-ya so Dispenser.

Oh my god, look at all these streets!
We got 34th street! 35th street!

36th street coming too! It’s a miracle!
We got miracles on 37th street!

38th, and don’t even get
me started on the Avenues!

I can’t believe they cut this!

Dad. You’ve been so great lately.

I’m almost afraid it’s not real.
You’re not a robot, are you?

Put it this way, honey.
If I am, I’m a robot

programmed to love you very, very much.

Will this drill down fast enough
to get under the lightsaber?

Yep. It will be under the lightsaber
in one hour, because the...

Wait, it’s lower now.
Oh, right, it’s moving.

You fucking idiot. Get out of here!

Good luck finding
a good scientist on Christmas!

I’m President of the United
Assholes.

All right, genius, I give you permission

-to make our drill ship faster.
-I’m not touching that thing.

I’ll get neurotypical cooties, I have
son-in-laws more imaginative

-Alright, just destroy the lightsaber!
-Thought you’d never ask.

Not true, I knew you’d ask.

-What is that?
-A second lightsaber

with an AI controlled gyroscopic rocket
in the hilt.

-You had a lightsaber?
-Oh did you want one?

What a terrible gift that would have made.

-Vertisaber, state your prime directive.
-To stay vertical.

-Then show ‘em how it’s done.
-Affirmative.

-Yeah!
-America!

-Maintain verticality, Vertisaber.
-Affirmative.

Alright, looking good. Stay on target.

Progress report.

-Vertisaber, do you copy?
-Do I have to respond every time?

-Excuse me?
-I’m designed to stay perfectly vertical,

not to give constant affirmation,
you do your job I’ll do mine.

-I control you!
-Okay,

I’ll just turn off my brain
and you can do that, bye!

Fucking kidding me? Shit!

Trajectory’s drifting, sir.

-Where is it coming out?
-Looks like Italy, sir.

Okay, that coulda been worse.

Well, that is definitely not Amore.

-Way to show us how it’s done, Rick.
-Whatever.

-Italian Prime Minister on line one.
-Put him on hold.

We can pin this on the Saudis.
This is something they’d do.

They may as well have done it.

They did do it.

Oh, there’s another miracle at the
end of the intersection

of four hundred and first boulevard
and seven thousand street!

-That’s a miracle per block so far.
-Okay even I’m nearing my limit.

Let’s play a Christmas game!

Have you guys ever played
“Are You a Robot?”

Each person here has to decide
whether or not t-they’re a robot.

-Ooh I like that.
-Yes, yes, yes.

But don’t say it out loud.
Because if you’re a robot,

you’re not allowed to say
you are, that’s the rule.

That’s the horrible, painful thing
about being a robot.

But you do have to answer
everyone’s questions.

And it’s their jobs to decide whether
you are or aren’t a robot because,

because if you are a robot you can’t
say! You’re not allowed to say at all.

I’ll go first! Question?

-Are you a robot? Can I just ask that?
-You can!

But don’t forget that
if i am i have to lie

even though i don’t want to.
More questions?

-Can you feel things?
-Oh fuck yes! Yes!

That’s the problem! If I’m a robot,
which I’m not,

don’t forget I have to say that
but yes, yes, I feel so much,

I’m filled with love for certain
people, but also filled with shame

If I’m programmed to deceive them,

-but that’s a big if!
-What’s your skeleton made of?

Titanium!

-You’re, you’re a robot!
-Yes!

No! But that’s what a robot would say!
So you get the idea!

Suck it bitches!

This is fun! I’ve always been
afraid to let my guard down

and just have stupid family fun like this

but Grandpa Rick is making me
learn to be vulnerable!

-Me too!
-Right on!

Alright. Your derivative drill ship
is now faster than a lightsaber.

-Morty, you want front or back?
-Who says the two of us are going?

-You didn’t even want to...
-Oh for fuck’s sake, bye,

good luck, don’t blow up my planet

You act like you’re the one that
got stabbed in the back.

Because I am the one, Morty.

You wanna know why I replaced
myself in the beginning of that stupid

Knights of the Sun thing? I said
don’t take the fucking sword

and you were like “whatever”

like I’m our neighbor Gene or
David Arquette or something.

You called me boring.
I’ve become dog shit to you.

That’s what happens when you let
people in and they stop respecting you,

they touch your shit, they screw
things up, they kill your fucking family.

Go ahead. Trust him. You’re going
to learn the same fucking thing.

I... am not going to
kill your family, Morty.

That means a lot.

In case this goes south,
any last words, Morty?

I’ve never been old enough
to vote, Mr. President,

-but when I am, I’ll vote for you.
-Thanks, Morty.

Every vote counts. If you want I can
have them legally change your age.

No, I’m not in any hurry to
get into that shit show.

Approaching the lightsaber in T minus,
shit, now, T-minus NOW!

Sorry! I missed countdown day
at the academy.

Now or never, Morty!

-There it is!
-Reverse the jets!

I got this!

No... I do!

Morty, you magnificent little bastard!
Let’s get this thing topside.

May the force be with me!

-I think you mean with me.
-What? You hate Star Wars.

I was your age when this shit was
in theaters. This franchise raised me.

Trained me, taught me good from evil,
made having a bad father empowering.

And when that third movie got all
muppety, something in me began to rot,

but make no mistake, child.
I own Star Wars. Not you.

Not that bubble throat pompadour fuck,
not some Mickey Mouse shit machine,

they didn’t pay the price
with their souls. I did.

I earned this. Not you.

-America! Transform and roll out.
-Bastard!

Rick. I would be honored if you
would carve the ham this year.

-Dad, that’s...
-Unheard of?

You’re quite right, Summer.

It’s my way of saying I see
your mom’s father as my father too.

Jerry, w-w-why don’t you cut it?

Geez, Dad, what the hell are you doing?

He’s like adopting you into his
biological family, Grandpa.

Morty, I am sure glad to see you.

-Ready to tag your old grandpa back in?
-You’re not my grandpa,

you’re a fucking robot.

Finally.

The First Noel

The Angels did say

was to certain poor shepherds

in fields as they lay.

Okay, okay, okay.

-Summer do you have any drugs?
-Are you serious?

I guess not.

I’m just glad I’m not the one
that ruined Christmas

-People of Earth.
-That’s never good.

I’m not here to play the blame game
but Morty Smith

got a lightsaber for Christmas,
dropped it, and it’s now

heading for the Earth’s core again,
I mean for the first time.

Son of a bitch! He played with it!

If it does reach the core,
it will blow all of you up.

I mean all of us up.
But don’t abandon hope.

We’re doing everything we can to
stop it and only if that fails

will we launch the White House
into space...

Welp, I’m busted.
Clearly in space already.

-You did ruin Christmas.
-Nuh-uh!

He stole my lightsaber and must’ve
dropped it! A second time!

Does that mean you stopped it a
first time? How?

-A drill ship.
-A drill ship? Awesome.

It was, but the government
took it with them.

Then we lean on the only
asshole smart enough to make

-another one in this tight a window.
-But Rick’s gone.

And I’m not sure he’s ever coming back.

Then let’s settle for the next best thing.

Oh fuck, just let me die! Turn me off.

Not that I can be turned off
because I’m obviously not a robot!

Fuck yeah! I got you.

Okay, I can, I can work with that.

What do youmean the White House chef
was grocery shopping?

Well do you know how to make an egg?
You do? Everyone does?

Good news, sir. The lightsaber was
intercepted before it hit the core!

Alright, here we go! I don’t suppose
you could send it up here.

-Who intercepted it anyway?
-That’s the bad news.

That is bad news.

- Hey, Mister P. Drop something?
-Morty.

I see you and Rick patched
things up, that’s nice.

No, the real Rick and I have
never been worse

thanks to that wedge you drove
between us just to get that lightsaber!

Yeah, well, looks like you got it back.
Your journey is complete.

-As a nerd!
-You’re the nerd!

You can’t say all that crazy shit about
Star Wars and then act like you’re cool!

Oh really, would a person who
wasn’t cool have one of these?

I think so?

Slowly closing door, slide!

Oh no I’m not gonna make it.

What a shame to be put
out of my misery again. Aw man.

What the hell? Was this always
part of the White House?

Carter built it with his own two hands.

Reagan tried to destroy it.
George W added kegs to the cantina.

But only I saw its true value.

Mister President. You need to come
home and tell the people the truth.

The fuck I do. Droids, get that saber!

Give it a minute. Usually comes out
on the fourth try.

Alright, here we go. Look at ‘em.
lightsaber hands! Tell me that’s not cool!

It’s not! I always wanted to fight
with a lightsaber, but not like this.

-You ruined it!
-Disney ruined it!

You think I want thirty low-rent
tv series with bad CGI?

They film everything on that
one big green screen!

Like you’ve got better ideas.

I’ve got a million! Here’s one:
a robot with lightsabers for eyes!

Goddamnit, he can’t see!

It was a good idea otherwise.
I... admit it, you were intimidated!

Now, Morty...

C’mon, put down the lightsaber
gatling gun. We had our fun, right?

Star Wars rules say

-you have to forgive me.
-I’m done with that and I’m done with you!

-Morty, no!
-Rickbot!

He sacrificed his life for me!

Yeah don’t be too touched,
he’s actively trying to die.

It’s okay, it doesn’t hurt.

Oh god, they’re sliding, Morty!
They’re sliding! They’re sliding!

The First Noel

-the Angels did say.
-Perfectly fucking vertical.

Save yourself, Morty!
Rick can build another me.

If I was a robot, which I’m not.

I don’t want another you. No!

Rick? You came to help!

Better tend to your lil toaster.

I’m coughing up oil, Morty.

Oh Rickbot, I never should’ve pushed
you away. You were, you were so great.

Of course I’m great, I’m Rick.

Rick literally built me to
make you happy, Morty.

Anything I do is technically
something Rick did.

But maybe he can do a little more himself.

God, how long do you take to die?

Goodbye Morty.

Jesus, Rick.

I guess this is a bad time to
ask for a new White House?

Morty, would you mind calling me an Uber?

Right, well... Merry Christmas.

I guess I’ll go watch a guy scream
about streets with the family.

-Also, you need to shower.
-Hey.

Maybe the robot’s right, I should
have included you in my shit.

You can help me if you want.

Wow, are those all the places
Rick Prime could be?

I wish, Morty. It’s all the places he is.

-Ah geez.
-Welcome to my darkness.

I spent my life hunting this guy, Morty!

This is the closest I’ve ever been to
catching “Rick Prime”, it’s impossible!

He’s an incredibly crafty piece of shit.
Hunting him destroyed me, Morty!

But now we’re gonna do it together!
You and me!

It’s gonna take over your life, Morty!
Rick and Morty Season 7,

hunting my nemesis! Maybe trying to
stay healthy while doing it!

Juggling plates! And not every episode,
Morty! It could be all happening

in the background! Who knows?
You know, no one will! Except us!

It’s the most painful shit I’ve
ever had to deal with

and I’m fucking bringing you into it.
Because you asked for it, Morty!

You and me, Morty!

Ooo-wee! What a season, huh? Rick Prime!
Therapy! And that thing we did with Roy,

remember that? Sorry I wasn’t around,
been busy getting my little poopybutt

in shape. Been tonin and bonin!

You- you might think I’m over compensating
for the emptiness after Amy left

with Poopy Jr, but my trainer Carl says
the best way to get over a girl is to get

-under a three hundred pound squat.
-Damn right.

Ooooo-wee, that’s the good stuff!

Ah sugar, ah sugar, ah sugar, is it bad?
Oh! It seems really bad, isn’t it?

Someone call Amy, tell her I need her,
tell her I love her! Not my phone,

she blocked me, use yours.
Ooo-weee... I am broken.