The Smith Residence; Dimension FH-001; Early Friday Evening [09/17].

Dinner that evening had gone...surprisingly well. There were no explosions, no alien attacks or bizarre side-character that would never make another appearance again causing mischief, the glares had been kept to a shocking minimum and no one even fell asleep while trying to pretend to actually be interested in beekeeping, horse surgery, or documentaries about migrant workers.

Which of course meant that everyone's eyes shifted immediately over to Beth when her phone started to ring, with the bated-breath anticipation that came along with something having gone just a bit too smoothly. "Hello?" Beth answered the phone, the hyper-focus of everyone in present in the room was palpable, as was the rush of disappointment and frustration that followed when she pushed back her chair, stood up from the table, and walked into another room to take the call out of earshot.

( CW Warning for Invisibility Belts, Vegetarian Lasagna, and....oh god...PUPPETS. )

[[ NFB for distance, NFI for TBC, OOC ok! Part one of....several! Taken and modified from Rick and Morty S04;E10 "Starmort Rickturn of the Jerri" with a little badassprodigy slipped right in there. SURELY, there's no way this could possibly go pear-shaped, riiiight? ]]

Harry Herpson High School; Dimension FH-001; Early Friday Evening [09/17].

"Barry!"

Summer hadn't been difficult to track, but, by the time Barry caught up with her, she was distinctly visible again, and running toward him, carrying a pair of broken goggles and a belt, grabbing his arm and directing their course elsewhere.

"That little twerp tricked me!" she explained, carefully avoiding mentioning the part where she had been just as guilty as trying to trick Morty in this instance, but details, details. "Come on, we don't have much time!"

( Shower Fires, Sibling Rivalry Beat-Downs, and ALMOST getting arrested by the new, IMPROVED Galactic Federation! )

[[ continued from here, a bit more on the way! Usual NFB/NFI/OOC ok ABCs apply. Void where prohibited, Taken and modified from S04 E10 of Rick and Morty, "Starmort Rickturn of the Jerri" with a little help from badassprodigy, of couuuurse! ]]

Some Suburban Ass Street; Dimension FH-001; Early Friday Evening [09/17].

Meanwhile, after a series of events that happened off-screen while Summer and Barry were chasing her brother out of a girls' locker room, on a previously quiet suburban street not too far from the Smith household, an argument in front of Rick's crashed ship between his daughter, his daughter's clone, and himself was being abruptly interrupted.

Look. A lot had happened off screen while they were chasing an invisible Morty out of a girl's locker room. We didn't even touch on what happened at Dr. Wong's!

"Drop it!" A voice called out, interrupting Rick's appeal for a trip to get fast food (McDonald's? No, Wendy's! Wendy's. They might have given them some money!). This command was then overlaid with various other voices alternately making other demands, to get on the ground, to not move, to drop their weapons, in the form of a small horde of gun-wielding bug-like aliens flanking a badly burned young woman with a short bob of brown hair.

( TWO Beths, Product Placement that Might even Make a Chocobro Jealous, the Impending Destruction of a Planet, and A Fucking Piece of Shit Space Battles. CW for death of a villain we're literally JUST technically meeting, lol, SPOILER ALERT. )

[[ continued from here! NFB, NFI, OOC YAY BLAH BLAH BLAH! Taken from S04 E10 of Rick and Morty, "Starmort Rickturn of the Jerri", with modifications and a little help from badassprodigy! This is clearly where the good stuff starts! Nothing like a little planet destroying on a Friday evening, am I right?? ]]

The NX-5, Brought to you by WRANGLER; The Space Over Earth; Dimension FH-001; Friday Evening [0917].

"And, so, like," Summer was saying, as the narrative caught up to the small vessel that Morty had stolen approaching the NX-5, "it turned out that, this whole time, Tammy was just a plant for Galactic Federation, and she used her wedding to Bird Person as a super honey trap to massacre a bunch of galactic criminals and put Grampa Rick in space jail. That's when the Federation took over Earth and I started to get rebellious about the whole thing, and my parents sent me to Fandom before I started a massive insurrection! So I guess, in a way," here she turned a bright, beaming, absolutely disgustingly sacchine smile toward Barry, "if Tammy wasn't actually a stupid duplicitious bitch," she reached a hand over said stupid duplicitious bitch's corpse for his hand, "we may have never met."

“Well, I wish I could have thanked her before your grandfather splattered her brains all over the ground,” Barry said cheerfully.

( No one cares if you pee on the floor of a Death Star. )

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It didn't take long before the trio turned a corner right into an armed Gromfromlite, but it didn't take long, either, for Morty to pull the pin on the device Rick had given him and lobbed it forward toward the soldier, exploding him into guts and goo all over the floor and walls.

"Morty," said Summer, "we had one grenade!"

( An Intermission for Exposition )

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"What do you think they do with all those jeans?" the first Gromfromlite mused. "Make them into jackets?"

"It's not about conserving denim," the second informed him. "It's marketing. Like...uh....'The NX-5...destroys the whole planet! Except for Wrangler jeans."

"Because they're so tough?" the first guessed. "Tougher than the laser? That's stupid."

"But you're talking about it."

Crestfallen, the first Gromfromlite seemed to have his whole world opened up for him, but he wasn't sure he liked what he saw. "They..." he slowly realized. "They got me..."

( There's a bit of the West in all of us. Or at least on the butts of two complete and total nerds. )

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"Mom! Dad!" Using the locator watch to track down exactly where they could find Beth, Summer, Morty, and Barry rushed into the room, and a grisly scene that had occurred in the A plot that doesn't concern enough people reading this to bother going into full detail about. What was clear was that quite the battle had taken place: Jerry stood awkwardly over the corpse of Tammy, and both Beths were there, one of them absolutely covered in blood, both of them standing over the fallen hulk of what could only be described (incorrectly) as some sort of cybernetic Bird Person. The wall behind them was blasted open, revealing an even more grisly scene of a bullet-ridden, scorched Rick, in a pool of his own intestines and various mechanical parts and almost placidly trying to put them all back in place.

( A Reunion with Cloned Moms and Morty's Little Balls. )

[[ continued from here and the bulk of the action from S04 E10 of Rick and Morty, "Starmort Rickturn of the Jerri," modified slightly and with appreciation to badassprodigy for allowing me to steal his pants. Usual alphabet soup applies. Surprisingly actually not officially sponsored by Wrangler jeans. ]]

The Smith Residence; Dimension FH-001; Friday Evening [09/17].

"Damn." Home again in front of the Smith household, everyone was gathered around Space Beth's ship, scoping it out and expressing their admiration, Morty especially. "This thing has twin turbines? I'll forgive you for abandoning us if you let me drive it!"

"That works for me," said Space Beth, shrugging a little as she grinned over at him and pulled something out of her pocket. "I was just going to give you space cigarettes."

( Just the typical aftermath of saving the world, gaining a whole ass space mom on a Friday night, and more evil galactic empires that can't stop REBOOTING themselves, nbd. )

[[ and fin! Continued from here, and that's a wrap on Season 4! Now to figure out what the frick to do with Season 5 or possibly just wait a million years until Season 6! Many thanks to badassprodigy for being there. NFB, NFI, OOC is loooove! ]]