Rick and Morty: The Anime

[indistinct conversations, air brakes hiss]

[rail cross dinging, rail cars clattering]

[car horns honking, indistinct conversations]

Karaoke Bar - Dreams

Goodness, they grow up fast, don't they?

- - Oh, my.

Come in. Welcome!

How's it going, Rick?

Good to see ya.

Gen was showing me a picture of his grandson.

- He's so cute! - Yeah?

He's already in middle school.

You know, if my daughter was still alive,

I might have had a grandson around the same age by now.

Uh... um . I didn't mean to touch a nerve.

Sorry, Rick. Dumb of me.

Rick, have something to drink.

Great job! One more song!

[man continues singing indistinctly]

Huh? Wait, what in the goddamn hell am I doing here?

- - What's gotten into you?

We were just getting started.

Come on. At least one song.

Listen, lady, this isn't even my life.

- Huh? - Well, shit.

It seems like I somehow ended up

in another Rick's reality.

["Love is Entropy" plays in Japanese]

Are things so bad that this Rick's bullshit

is merging with mine?

[Rail cars clattering in distance]

This is what I get for overriding reality

so many times.

Jesus, is this where my life's going to end?

Well, that wouldn't be so bad.

Hey, everybody!

Guess who just got done baking a space-berry cake!

Hmm.

- - Damn it!

Dad must have gone through Rick's shelf in the fridge.

Let's move, Morty.

Well, now, just where do you think

you're going in that getup?

Oh, hi, Mom. We...

We're going to look for Rick, okay, Mom?

- Huh? -

- -

We can't just leave Dad out there by himself.

I'll try running a backtrace to the wormhole.

Well, I'm coming too.

You should really just stay at home.

I mean, Dad might make his way back here, right?

Are you saying that he's going to choose between the two of us?

Our little clone problem isn't important.

Fine. But the truth is coming sooner or later.

Oh, so this is where everybody was.

Well, guess what! Your dad made space-berry cake.

- -

- - Uh...

- Hmm? - Jerry,

have you ever regretted your decision to marry me?

Well, I... No.

Huh?

Attention!

We will now begin the execution

of prisoner 57330082, Rick Sanchez.

So I get to live my last moments surrounded by family?

Well... that's a little better.

Jesus, help me, Rick!

Stop freaking out, Morty!

If your brain survives, I know a way to regenerate you.

And worst case, all it would take

is one strand of hair to make a clone.

Jesus Christ, I've already got

a copy of your memory stored in my bunker.

But aren't those all my worst memories?

- - Aah! Aah! Aah!

Morty!

Aah!

Aah!

- Elle! - You're okay now, Morty.

You haven't been digested or anything.

Those tentacles were just covering you up.

Thank you, Elle!

A little help, strange blonde girl?

- - Stuff is disgusting.

I appreciate the save, but who are you exactly?

What are you saying, Rick? This is Elle.

Hmm? Another Rick that's not me.

God damn it!

So incredibly annoying.

Look, it's not that I don't remember or lost my mind.

It just turns out I'm not your reality's Rick.

Then why don't you just become our Rick starting right now?

Hmm?

Is this one of those illusion-of-choice things?

All you need to do is validate my existence.

You can do that easily, right?

I can't shake the feeling that I'm being set up.

Will everything go back to normal

if I throw this thing away?

Oh, great, now I'm in a desert.

You should know I'm the type to get aggressive

when I'm met with resistance!

Jesus Christ!

Somebody just explained this shit to me.

I don't care who.

Mmm!

My compliments to the chef.

So which of these red dots is supposed to be Grandpa?

It's not just one.

All of those dots are where my dad is.

The very least, we know that he's somewhere in this space.

[Jerry grunting, items clattering]

Hmm? Jerry, what are you doing?

- - Hmm.

Hey, you can't just go through my dad's stuff like that.

- - Well, Rick isn't coming back,

and this house belongs to me anyway.

- Hmph! -

Uh, h-honey...

He is too coming back!

Don't forget...

this is my house, thank you very much!

An unidentified object is approaching us at high speed.

Look, all I'm saying is we always go to my room.

Why can't it be yours sometimes?

You think I'm hiding something!

Don't twist my words like that.

But that's what you mean.

I mean, you're always poking around

when you come to my place.

[Explosion, both gasp, debris clattering]

Hard to believe that the Rick Sanchez

just showed up here to get himself arrested.

You think I'm that stupid?

My anti-gravity engine just gave out.

Well, now you don't have to fix it, ever,

because you'll never use it again, stupid.

My grandson has no part in this.

Return him to Earth, would ya?

Aww, geez, Rick.

He's suspected of being your accomplice.

If nothing comes up during our interrogation, he can go home.

There is no other way to escape.

You don't have to bother with any interrogation.

I'm Rick's partner, you butthole!

Wow. Your grandson is as dumb as you!

Way to go, Morty.

I was trying to get us separated so you wouldn't slow me down,