Rick and Morty

Oh, Riiick...

No cap, you were right, Morty.

That chili... was low-key... way too spicy.

Ohhh... Ah.

Oh.

Estate sale is live, let's go!

Get your post-its out, first come, first served.

If you spot a post-it,

that vibe has already been claimed.

- Oh, bet. - Fr.

Yo, that office chair slaps.

Sheesh.

Pretty wild, don't you think?

W-we're seriously just allowed to take whatever we want?

Morty, they're dead. You wanna get buried with your secret stash?

A stash?

W-what's a stash even mean, boomer?

My guy, shut up. Go touch grass.

Whoa!

An in-ground two-post whip lift?

You could totally park a bike on this bad boy

and spin it any which way.

I slapped my post-it on it first. Nah, bro, I did!

I'm from an ocean planet, okay.

I deserve the snorkel.

If you're from a water planet,

why do you even need a snorkel?

These estate sales are major cringe, am I right?

Fr.

I came to funeral hop,

but there aren't any Smiths left

to throw a funeral.

Wait, funeral hop?

Oh, damn.

You gotta try it, dude.

Some variant of your mom,

your dad, crying their eyes out

and saying the absolute best things you've ever heard.

But -- can't happen when the whole squad

checks out at the same time.

Your Rick brings you to your own funerals?

Nah, dawg, I pull up solo.

Whoa. You don't got a Portal Jr.?

Bruh. A bunch of us got one.

Let's see, I bet...

Boom.

Slap a post-it on that bad boy

before someone else snags it.

Thanks.

And, uh, d-drip shades.

Shades?

These are literally my eyes.

Um, Rick,

you ever been to your own funeral?

Is that some new slang for taking a massive dump?

What? No.

Well, I'm definitely starting to use it.

Look, this random Morty at the estate sale

was funeral hopping, and --

Ugh, you can do way better than getting fake emotional validation

from some knockoff family.

My real family is six feet under.

Wow, big flex. So is mine.

The only thing that helps kills the vibe of existence

is friction-free rotation.

Did you buy a motorcycle just to flex the platform?

Morty, it spins.

C'mon, man, I'm looking for some actual advice.

Do whatever, dude. It's your funeral.

Thanks.

Big Legs Morty absolutely loved Ritchie Valens.

And now his Big Legs Grandfather

is gonna drop a few words.

What! Let me catch feelings in peace!

You've been faded all week.

Maybe if you were sober,

you wouldn't have microwaved him.

His big legs were soaked!

Should've seen that coming.

Wait! Big Legs Morty.

I should've posted this when you were still breathing.

Oh, hell yeah!

Well, I guess this is gonna hit hard,

but Mort loved doing hard stuff.

So... we're gonna do this for him.

How many of you here loved my boy?

- Yeah... - Fr.

I asked...

how many of you here loved my boy?!

Maybe you loved him because he was the GOAT,

a sigma, an athlete.

I loved him because he was mine.

Because he was my kid.

We love you, Mort!

Mort! Mort! Mort! Mort!

When I die, I'm gonna throw hands with God for taking my boy!

I don't really vibe with your threat,

but I respect it.

Who's gonna hold it down for me now that you're gone?

Chesterfield?

Oh, oh! No, no, no, no, no, no!

Oh! Stop, stop!

Mort?

Oh... no...

Y'all have literally never seen another Morty before?

Oh!

Oh!

Make sense?

Tldr -- infinite me's, infinite you's.

You want a grilled cheese?

I wanna make it for him.

And this thing?

It's how I got here.

Rick made it for me.

Not my Rick -- -it's a whole deep lore thing.

Where's Rick?

I hate to break it to you,

but, um...

...our Rick...

...is an alcoholic, Morty.

Ohh... Fr?

We had to cut ties with him.

We tried everything to help, fam,

but at the end of the day, he had to fix himself.

And he, like, actually listened?

This universe is wild.

Just how you like it.

Mmm.

Damn, this hits.

You don't happen to have any tomato soup --

Holy shit.

You guys are another breed.

You should've met our Mort.

Ray, whether you like it or not...

Mm. ...the bank's gonna repossess your farm.

They're coming, Ray.

Huh? Oh, my god.

My family's probably tripping.

My... other family. You leaving?

Summer, he's not ours to cage.

I get it, Mort --

I mean, Morty.

Pull back up on us anytime, kiddo.

Whenever you want, you're welcome back.

Summer, stop streaming this!

Where have you even been?

I've needed you to hand me wrenches and stuff.

Peep this.

Wow, sick.

Huh? Ah! Oh, Rick!

It's literally dragging my guts out!

You've got way too much metal in you, absolute clown.

Oh!

I didn't put it there. So?

Oh, hey! Hey!

Morty, you're back, let's go!

Oh, jeez. G-Good boy.

That's a dog for you.

M-my dog low-key enslaved me.

B-but not this one.

So I'm hanging out of the side

of the ship in space,

holding the guitar that Rick wanted,

but my eyes literally popped from the pressure drop

and I couldn't see for, like, an hour.

Morty, you literally could've died.

Oh, yeah, I totally did.

You died?

You just die and respawn?

The worst part is waking up in the tube,

where the fresh clone body is

c-cause you gotta cough all that fluid out of your lungs.

You're telling me where you're from,

your grandpa just lets you die over and over again?

What does your dad even say about this?

Oh, my god. I crafted an owl.

T-this is insane.

Too bad my big lathe is up at the cabin.

Built that with my pops.

Then Mort helped me build

the sleeping porch just last summer.

Wish we could take you up there this weekend,

but the girls are gonna be at the soup kitchen and...

I mean, we could head up there,

just the two of us?

Fr? You'd actually wanna do that?

Don't you got any matches?

A man who relies on matches

gets pretty cold when he runs out.

You feeling a steak?

Wait till the pan lets go of the meat.

I feel like I've literally learned nothing until right now.

...And Mort, he's climbing so fast.

When he loses his footing,

he's just completely silent as he falls...

...until the loud-ass crack of his body hitting stone.

Mort was so strong,

but I wasn't strong enough to save him.

I'm so sorry.

I know you're not my Mort...