I'm gonna move to the southwest, and, I don't know...

A portal opened in the ceiling of the garage of the Smith house, spitting out the bodies of Rick and his two grandchildren. They had barely landed on the cold cement before Morty started complaining. "Summer! Next time we're hiding in a Chlorkian echo nest, can you do me a favor and turn your ringer off?"

( Carp'en all them diems. )

Leaving Jerry nothing left to do but turn around and leave as well, into the driveway, with his U-To trailer waiting with what meager belongings he had left to his name. And as he stood contemplating all the things that had gone wrong, finally, seemingly destroyed once and for all, a wind stirred, disturbing a wind chime in the neighbor's yard, causing the leaves to dance and brush against the concrete, almost like they were whispering softly.

Looooooserrrrrr.

"What? Hello?"

But no one was there.

[[oh boy, here I go canon catch-uping again! Part 2, electric catch-up-a-loo. This here's part one of ??, pretty much transcribed verbatim from Season 3, Episode 2, "Rickmancing the Stone," so spoiler warning is firmly in place.]]

"Summer, where have you been?"

So Summer's attempt to slip back into the house without dealing with any of her family had failed, and she let out a faint grunt. "Out celebrating," she answered her mother, rolling her eyes, trying not to wince at the hangover headache. "Duh. I don't know if you've noticed, but we're kind of free from Galactic Federation tyranny now. It's pretty much been a non-stop party out there since--"

It was then that she noticed that Beth had a manila folder in front of her on the counter, one that she held closed with a hand and a sigh. Summer narrowed her eyes, looking at the folder, looking up at her mother. "What's that?" And then a terrible thought struck her. "Who was in that car leaving our house just now?"

Beth hesitated, as if deciding whether to say anything. "That," she said, "was my lawyer, and these are divorce papers."

Summer stared at her. "You can't be serious."

"As serious as proud flesh on a horse's lower limb," said Beth "I mean it this time, too. Your father--"

"What was all that you said to me about not deifying people who abandon you, Mom?" Summer demanded. "And now you're just going to abandon Dad? What was all that about showing him some respect, huh?"

"Funny how you seem to remember so much of what I said, Summer, and yet you fail to remember the part of your father giving me an ultimatum."

"Yeah, but you guys always do this. You always fight and threaten divorce, but then something happens and you're back to being, like, totally in love or whatever. But all of a sudden, you've both grown a pair of balls and are going to stick with it?"

"If you see your father," said Beth, "tell him to come down and sign the papers. He should be upstairs, packing."

And Summer stared at her mother and her cold response for a long, long moment. She didn't know if it was the hangover or what that was talking, but she definitely seemed unable to process this right now. She blinked, shook her head, and headed for the fridge to grab a soda. "Yeah, okay, whatever," said Summer. "It doesn't matter anyway. Ethan's coming over later; tell him I'll be in my room."

Lawyers. Papers. They were actually going through with it, after going back and forth for almost as long as Summer could remember. What. The. Hell. She was definitely too hung over to deal with this.