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Karaoke Bar Dreams

Aww! They grow up fast, don't they?

Oh my.

Welcome in!

Hi there, Ri-san.

Good evening.

Gen-san was just showing me a picture of his grandson.

Cute as a button, I tell you!

Oh yeah?

He's already in middle school.

You know, if my daughter were still alive,

I might have had a grandson around the same age by now...

Gosh, I didn't mean to touch a nerve.

Sorry about that, Ri-san.

Here. Have a drink, Ri-san!

Great song! Encore!

Aw shucks! Okay, I guess I could sing one more.

What in the goddamn hell am I doing here?

What's gotten into you? We were just getting started.

Come on, at least sing a song for us.

This isn't even my life.

Balls! It seems like I somehow ended up living in another Rick's shoes.

Are things so bad that even the personality of the Rick

from this universe is overlapping with mine?

I guess this is what I get for overwriting reality so many times.

Is this where my life's gonna end?

Well, that wouldn't be so bad...

Hey everybody!

Daddy just got done baking a space berry cake!

He must've rummaged through Rick's shelf in the fridge.

Let's move, Morty.

Well now, just where do you think you're going in that getup, Summer?

Uh, well, ya see...

We're going to look for Rick.

We can't just leave him out there, right?

I'll try running a back trace through the wormhole.

I'm coming, too.

You should just stay put.

It's possible that Dad might make his way back here.

Are you saying that he's going to choose between the two of us?

Our little clone problem doesn't matter right now.

Fine. But the truth may become clear soon.

Oh, so this is where everybody was.

Well, guess what? Daddy made space berry cake!

Have you ever regretted your decision to marry to me?

Um...

Attention.

We will now begin the execution of Prisoner #57330082, Rick Sanchez.

So, I get to live my last moments surrounded by family.

Well, that's not so bad...

Help me, Rick!

Keep your spirits up, Morty!

As long as your brain comes out okay, I'll find a way to regenerate you later!

And in the worse case,

all it would take meis one strand of hair to make a clone!

I've already got a copy of your memories stored in my bunker. No worries!

But aren't those all of my worst memories?

Morty!

Elle!

It's all right, Morty.

You haven't been digested or anything,

those tentacles were just covering you up.

Thank you, Elle!

Get rid of these too, would ya?

Blech. Frigginking disgusting.

Appreciate the save. But who are you exactly?

What are you saying, Rick?

This is Elle.

Another Rick that's not me? This is so disorienting!

Don't get bent out of shape.

It's not that I don't remember or that I've lost my mind.

It just turns out I'm not your usual Rick.

Then why don't you just become our Rick, starting right now?

Do I even have a choice?

All you need to do is validate my existence.

You can do that easily, right?

I can't shake the feeling that I'm being set up.

Will everything go back to normal if I throw this thing away?

They forced another damn change.

You should know I'm the type to get aggressive when I'm met with resistance!

Somebody just explain this shit to me, I don't care who.

This turned out pretty good!

So, which of these red dots is supposed to be Grandpa?

It's not just one. All of those dots are where Dad is.

At the very least, we know that he's somewhere in this space.

What are you doing, Jerry?

Hey!

You can't just go through my dad's stuff like that!

Well, Rick isn't coming back and the house belongs to me, anyway!

Honey...

He IS coming back!

And this...

is my house, thank you very much!

An unidentified object is approaching us at high-speed!

Look, all I'm saying is we always go to my room.

Why can't it be yours sometimes?

You're suspecting me of something again!

- Don't twist my words like that. - But you are, aren't you?

I mean, you're always poking around when you come to my place.

Hard to believe that the Rick Sanchez

just showed up here to get himself arrested.

You think I'm that stupid?

My anti-gravity engine just went on the fritz.

Well, now you don't have to fix it.

Because you'll never be using that space cruiser ever again.

My grandson has no part in this. Return him to Earth, would ya?

Rick...

He's suspected of being your accomplice.

He can only go home if nothing comes up during our interrogation.

There's no negotiating your way out of it.

You don't have to bother with any interrogation!

I'll tell you now that I'm Rick's partner!

Shucks! That's quite the grandson you've got.

Way to go, Morty.

I was trying to get us separated so you wouldn't slow me down,

but now that's ruined.

Earlier than planned, but whatever.

Resistance is futile! This won't be enough for you to escape!

We're not escaping. That was just me sending out a signal.

- We're under attack! - What?

What's going on?

It's the Defiance.

A little group that I formed to harass the Galactic Federation!

Up and at 'em, Morty! It's time to blow off some steam!

We're gonna trash the hell outta this place!

What do you think you're doing, Morty?

I've finally found my calling.

I'm going to be a member of your Defiance.

Nah, it's not mine.

I just scraped it together.

They were totally independent after that.

I know that.

But I think this is a cause worth fighting for.

And what about your adventures with me?

I can't go on them without you, Morty.

Sorry, Rick.

This is what I consider an adventure.

It's your life.

Do what you want with it.

He's bound to come back sooner or later.

The bounty placed on the head of fugitive Morty Smith

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Hey, I wanna get the nuggets with amapola sauce.

That'll be four tickets.

- I thought they cost three? - They've been cracking down on us.

Sorry, kid.

We got a tip that you've been making black-market deals.

You're coming with us.

Man, amapola sauce is just the best!

We only had a simple hankering for these babies.

But you broke the law to get them.

Now they'll throw the book at you.

It's almost laughable how easily

I got into the central government offices.

You probably think that you got the drop on me,

but it's just the opposite!

That's a move I inherited from my grandpa.

It's Space Morty!

And this is a move...

that I learned from Elle!

That's the signal for the counterattack!

Smash all of those no-good bugs flat!

What's "SM"?

"Subsequent Mark", or in other words: you're next.

Wait, does that mean he's coming for our heads?

No, sir, he's not coming after our heads.

He's coming after YOUR head.

Isn't it about time you call it quits?

Stop wasting your time with this stupid crap.

Trust me when I say,

those bastards in the Galactic Federation aren't worth bothering with.

Everything's fine as long as Elle is with me.

She's the very reason that I'm still around today, Rick.

Guess there's just no helping virgins, huh?

Now I get it.

You were the one who set this all up...

Look!

What in the world?

Grandpa!

Elle!

I recognize that girl...

Dad!

Sorry, Beth. Didn't mean to worry you.

Well, since we've got everybody here, might as well take some pictures!

Are you sure it's okay that I'm part of the pictures?

You're the person who saved my dad.

That makes you family!

Thanks, Mom.

Is everybody in the shot?

Okay! Say, cheese!