Gaia; Galaxy Unknown; Dimension FH-001. Friday Morning [05/28 FT].

It seemed a little weird, that they had to set out to find a planet that they were on, but Summer and her family trekked through the wilderness of Gaia so that they could meet this planet baby mama and Rick could get things straightened out and, if Summer had anything to do with it, they could just forget about camping and go back ot their lives. If they timed it right, she might even be able to hit up Mike Triscuit's party before heading over to Nina's.

She very much doubted that any of this would be timed right.

( The Best Parent is Evolution! CW for Human-Spewing Earth Vagina Geyser. Yes. My CW warning could use a CW. )

The wail that escaped Summer and Morty was desperate and perfectly in sync. "Mo~om!!"

"Summer, Morty." Beth turned to give them a look that was going to accept absolutely no protests. "Go camp with your father."

"Oh, son of a bitch!"

"Son of a bitch!"

Summer and Morty could only roll their eyes and sag their shoulders in resignation to the fact that not even people-spewing planet vaginas could be enough for them to escape their fates, while Jerry, grinning triumphantly that a victory had finally come his way, gestured to guide them off into the wilderness, where their camping adventure and some long overdue family bonding time awaited!

[[ Ladies and gentlemen *gestures* my canon. Transcribed from S04E09 of Rick & Morty, "Childrick of Mort." TBC, NFB, NFI, OOC welcome, ABCD, EFG, ETC ETC ETC ]]

Gaia; Galaxy Unknown; Dimension FH-001. Later that Friday [05/28 FT].

After having found a nice spot with a beautiful vista far, far, far away from anything going on involving Gaia and Rick's multitude of alleged children, Jerry Smith sat happily on a log, warmed by a cheerful fire, stripping away the bark of a stick and honing it to a sharp point with his knife, completely unaware (or simply refusing to acknowledge) the dull, unimpressed looks his children had been giving him from across the fire the entire time.

"Dad," Morty, unable to handle it anymore, finally spoke up, "can we please go back and hang out with Grampa's clay people?"

( You think this s'more makes you special? )

And, just like that, Summer realized she'd masterfully managed to cause both her dad and her brother to stalk off in pitiful dismay because of her, and she sucked in a shaky breath before letting it out slowly.

And this, she concluded, glancing down at her phone again and the absolute utter lack of any sort of signal and feeling an urge to just angrily chuck it into the nearest lake, was why camping was clearly the worst.

[[ half the reason I wanted to do this episode was Summer's S'mores Speech. Taken from and ENHANCED *cough* from S04;E09 of Rick & Morty, "Childrick of Mort," there's likely at least one more of these coming at you today; look, I unexpectedly got today off from work and I'm clearly planning to make the most of it with this plot now. Standard NFB, NFI, OOC alphabet soup applies! ]]

Gaia; Galaxy Unknown; Dimension FH-001. Friday Evening [05/28 FT].

"I don't think he's coming back," Morty decided, looking worriedly toward the sky where the sun was clearly setting on Gaia as he unzipped the tent flaps to step out. Summer had, eventually, joined him in the tent, but it didn't really make much of a difference. They both just sort of sat there in awkward, unacknowledging silence while the time seemed to just drag on. And he tried to tamper down his anger at her, but it just didn't work, and now that he was out of the toxic air between them in the tent, he was embolded enough to let her know as much. "You know, you...you really messed him up, Summer!"

"Yeah, well!" Summer's own anger hadn't settled much, either, especially since she was apparently supposed to feel bad for just being honest and having a good life now. "He called me a lemur."

Which, you know, was just the tip of this iceberg, but, seriously, a lemur?

She crawled out of the tent after Morty, dragging her backpack with her. "Let's just go find Grampa. Maybe he can just portal us home or something."

"Why don't you just portal yourself home?" Morty shot back acidly.

"I can't," Summer reminded him, returning the acid right back. "Our despotic Napoleon of a father with the multiverse's biggest inferiority complex confiscated my portal gun, because I wouldn't be needing it and we were supposed to have a sci-fi bullshit free weekend, remember? But, yeah, go ahead and tell me how I'm the one being too harsh on him despite going along with this stupid ass camping trip in the first place!"

Slinging her bag over her shoulder, Summer figured it was now her turn to start stalking away.

"...should we leave a note?" asked Morty, glued to the spot for the time being, unwilling to just abandon the camp just yet.

"Dad is fine!" Summer insisted crossly. "He's probably sucking off a tree somewhere and having the time of his life right now. Let's go."

And so Summer kept walking, not caring at this point whether Morty decided to come with her or not. And Morty almost let her. If that was what she wanted, she could handle whatever she came across by herself, for all he cared. He should probably wait for when Jerry came back, but...what if...what if Summer really had gone too far? What if he didn't come back? And what if something did happen to Summer? He couldn't just leave her, either.

"Summer!" he called out after her, finally able to move, grabbing his backpack as well. "Hey, w-wait up!"

[[ and surely things can only get better from here, right? Either way, you'll have to wait and see! I'm finally done spamming you all with Summer for today, but stay tunes! Or just keep scrolling, that's fine, too, I'm not your boss. More from S04;E09 of Rick & Morty, "Childrick of Mort", with a little extra spice ]]