Earth Dimension [Replacement]; Tuesday, December 26th.

The morning after Christmas was a quiet one in the Smith household, really not a whole lot different than any other morning. Summer and Morty shared the couch, texting away on their phones, while Beth sat with her newspaper and the TV droned on in the background. The same old boring news as usual, except for one thing that seemed to leap off the screen straight into Beth's ears.

( Cut for murder and cannibalism, because that's my canon. )

"I gotta say," said Beth, "I am warming up to the bubble gun."

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A short time later, two bubbled containing the Smith sibling crashed into the door of Apartment 826, popping and dumping them on he porch, each of them gasping for the sweet rush of air into their lungs.

"Ugh!" Summer shouted as she got to her feet. "I hate this stupid split holiday thing! Whose idea was this?"

"I think it’s supposed to help prevent abandonment issues," Morty offered.

"I want to be abandoned!" Summer insisted.

"Yeah," Morty avoided her eyes, "I’m talking about Dad."

( In which the Smith kids meet their dad's surprise hot alien girlfriend. )

"I hate to see her leave," Jerry smirked, "but I love to watch her phase shift away. I’m sure you noticed what she has three of, but guess what she has two of?"

Summer and Morty were not even going to grace that with any response other than a glare.



[[ nothing like the holidays to do a little canon delving! Transcribed from S03E09 of Rick and Morty, "The ABC's of Beth" with more to come in a little bit...totally open for calls or texts]]

Some Sushi Place with Bad Yelp Reviews; Earth Dimension [Replacement]; Tuesday Evening, 12/26.

And so they all sat, Jerry and Summer and Morty and Keara, at a table at a nice Japanese restaurant, Jerry dedicated to using his new powers to master the chopsticks that he could never master before with his hands. He wasn't doing very well, but Keara seemed fine with helping him out a little

( Move on, like, out of bed! Like, stop using paper towels for toilet paper, not move on into a sloppy rebound. )

"We celebrate," Keara countered, lifting a fist, "with a hunt!"

"Ooh! You kids want to hunt?"

And what else could Summer and Morty do but agree, chiming in with a severely underwhelmed "Yes," staring down at their half-eaten sushi?

[[again transcribed from S03E09, "The ABC's of Beth," to be continued tomorrow with the hunt! But Summer's available for texts or calls if'n anyone needs or wants to poke at her!]]