Morty fumbled around with various mystery chemicals, trying to make sense of Rick's formula. He repeatedly peered onto the whiteboard in the vain hopes it would decode itself and become clear.

He reluctantly poured a purple substance into the machine Rick was working with earlier, which caused the concoction to leak a light pink fizz.

"Aw jeez," Morty said. He groped for a roll of brown paper towels in the corner of the workbench, tore off a good sized square, and used its rough surface to attempt to wipe up the mess. The carbonation, however, ate through the paper towel, leading to the mess being spread further, even dripping onto the ground. "How the hell does Rick do this?"

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"Smith! Answer the question!" Mr. Goldenfold yelled. He had written a math problem on the dusty chalkboard, which was displayed to the rest of the class.

"Why should I?" Rick retorted, laying his arm on his desk and reclining in a defiant manner.

"Because I said so!" Mr. Goldenfold retorted.

"Yeah," Rick pulled out his flask from his pocket and took a sip. "Like your authori-uuurp!-ty means anything to me."

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Morty had wiped through many variations of Rick's original formula, eventually trashing logic in favor of trial and error.

As time went on, Morty grew more frantic with the experimentation. He became so engrossed in it that he failed to notice Summer entering the garage. "Grandpa Rick, can you help me with my science homework?"

Morty combed his brain for something his grandfather would usually say. "J-Just d-d-don't do it," he stammered. "Out."

Summer's face transformed into a look of perplexion. "Are you okay?"

Morty used the chance to deflect the question and find out about Rick. "H-Has Ri-Morty come back from school yet?"

"No, he's staying late, I think." Summer took a step forward. "Wouldn't you have just pulled him out of school of you wanted to go on a crazy sci-fi adventure?"

Morty froze. "Uh, well, you s-see," He sighed. "Okay Summer, you win. Me and Rick got our bodies swapped from a party last night-"

"And you're working on a cure?" Summer finished.

"Yeah," Morty put his hand behind his head and looked down. "But it's not going so good."

"You're in Rick's body. If you want to get "Morty" out of school, just go get him." Summer explained.

A wave of incompetence washed over Morty. "Wait, r-really?"

"Yeah."

Morty dropped his tools and ran for the ship.

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The quiz bowl team anxiously awaited their time on the stage in the auditorium, injecting tension into the air.

A boy in a cardigan stopped changed his direction and walked towards Rick when he saw him. "Morty Smith? What are you doing in the quiz bowl team?"

"Your asshole principal expects me to save the school from you idiots." Rick said.

"Um, okay." The boy sat down next to Rick and pulled out a set of flash cards from the binder he was carrying. "Can you help me study a little more before the competition starts?"

"What, like a conformist leech? Trust me, wake up now, and it'll save you a ton of ass pain later on."

"Okay," The boy said slowly. A bell reverberated through the area, signaling it was time to compete. Rick rose from his seat and sauntered out from the curtain, followed by the rest of the team.

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Morty burst open the doors to the auditorium in a frantic search for his grandfather.

"Question," The quiz bowl commentator monotonically announced. "In this phase of mitosis, the cell splits into two daughter cells."

Rick arrogantly slapped his hand on the red buzzer in front of him. "Cytokinesis."

"Correct. Point for Harry Herpson."

Morty huffed and marched onto the stage. "Come on, Morty, we're getting out of

here." he said, attempting to drag Rick out of his seat.

"Look who decided to show up," Rick laughed. "You finally grow a pair?"

"Shut up!" Morty retorted. "We're going." He took hold of Rick's arm and yanked him out of his place at the quiz bowl table. "What are you looking at?" Morty yelled at the staring kids. He felt an unexplained surge of dominance and aggression take over his system.

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"Finish the serum!" Morty ordered as him and Rick arrived back in the garage.

"Jeez, you, you're really cracking the whip now, aren't you, tough guy?" Rick said.

"Can it, genius! It's almost been twelve hours!" Morty snapped. "We're in each other's bodies, and you think you can just run off to, to stupid quiz bowl?"

"You think I wanted to be among those pretentious little shits?" Rick sneered. "Your dumbass principal herded me there for having a drink."

"You fucking drank?" Morty shrieked. "Oh my God."

"Christ, Morty, relax." Rick began clinking around test tubes and scribbling on the whiteboard, hard at work completing the formula.

"Is it finished?" Morty pried.

"I think I got it this time," Rick responded. He held out two test tubes foiled with a purple liquid decorated with cyan swirls. "Drink." Rick handed Morty his drink and downed his own, immediately collapsing afterwards.

Morty gulped and drank his own liquid. His senses were overwhelmed by how bitter it was until he passed out himself.

Morty groaned as he sat up from the floor of the garage. He quickly remembered why he was there and started sporadically parting his body. He saw and felt his familiar yellow shirt, his height also being returned to normal.

Morty sighed in relief to see his knocked out grandfather back in his body too.

Author's Note: Yeah, I kinda lost steam on this story since the first part. But I tthink I did an at least okay job, so I hope you still enjoy.