Something Ricked This Way Comes.

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Open to Smith Dinning room, Rick, Jerry, Beth are eating breakfast. Rick is building a robot at the table. Jerry is playing a Game on a tablet.

Rick starts welding. The bulk of the sparks fly towards Jerry, who turns away to dodge the bulk of them. Morty enters the room.

Morty:
Hey Rick, I have to make a project for the science fair this weekend. You think you could help me out?

Rick:
Whatever.

Jerry:
Well, um, traditionally science fairs are a father-son thing.

Rick:
Well, scientifically, traditions are an idiot thing.

Beth:
[typing on phone] Morty, I think it will be fun for you to work on a science project with your dad.

Beth sends Morty a text saying "Your father is insecure about his intelligence" which Morty reads.

Morty:
[putting away phone, clears throat] Yeah, dad, why don't we do it together?

Jerry:
Yes! You backed the right horse on this one, son! We'll get out the crayons, brew some coffee and knock this thing out in two or three days.

Rick finishes the robot he was working on.

Butter robot:
What is my purpose?

Rick:
Pass the butter.

Butter robot passes butter

Rick:
Thank you.

Morty:
[sighs]
(Summer enters)

Summer:
Dad, I need a ride to work.

Jerry:
Maybe Rick can give you a ride. I'm helping Morty with science.

Rick:
I'm busy.

Summer:
Doing what?

Rick:
Uh, anything else?

Summer glares at Rick. Rick glares back

Butter robot:
What is my purpose?

Rick:
You pass butter.

Butter robot:
[looks at its hands] Oh my god.

Rick:
Yeah, welcome to the club, pal.

Cut to Rick and Summer who are in Rick's spaceship. Rick's driving, Summer's in the passenger seat.

Rick:
Since when did you have a job?

Summer:
Since last week. It's part time at this little vintage thrift store. My boss is this really smart eccentric old man that treats me nice and values me.

Rick:
Wee-ow, can't wait to meet this fascinating character.

Summer:
Please don't.

Cut to Summer's workplace, Needful Things. It's empty except for Mr Needful, who's arranging his wares. Mr Goldenfold enters.

Goldenfold:
Oh... when did this stop being jamba juice?

Needful:
I've just recently opened for business, Mr, um, Goldenfold.

Goldenfold:
You know my name? That's disarming.

Needful:
I also know you long for female company.

Goldenfold:
You know, it has been lonely since the divorce. Some voids can't be filled with jamba juice.

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