Morty was accustomed to the garage at this point in his life. Especially with Rick working on one of his inventions over the workbench. He had it down to a timer in his head. In five minutes, Morty thought, he's going to show off a new invention and it will cause some sort of wacky adventure for us to go on. This had happened at least a few times in the young boy's life, moments that scarred deep in his memory.

What he didn't expect was a phone to go off.

"Uuugh, really?" Rick took out a device that was like a smart phone, with the only exception being that it was entirely made of a thin layer of glass. He pressed a red "REJECT CALL" button and set it down on the bench.

"Eeeeeey, it's Rick! Sorry I can't come to the phone, but you're interrupting something busy! Please leave a message after the WUBBA LUBBA DUB DUUUUUB!" Beeep. Morty walked towards the bench and looked as a holographic video came up. It showed a Japanese man with short black hair. His face suggested that he was about middle-aged.

"Rick Sanchez! It's me, Katsuragi Takumi! I don't have a lot of time, but if you can hear me, I need your help. I'm quitting Faust. No doubt the others won't take my resignation well. This may be my last message, but if you hear this, you need to help me…" He looked away as he heard a door open, then looked back to the camera. "I have to go." With that, the video ended.

"Jeez, Rick, we should help him." Morty frowned.

"No, Morty. He tried to get me to join his stupid little clubhouse," Rick turned to face Morty, hands splayed out and eyes rolled, "oh, wow, you named your posse after the tale about a dude making a deal with the devil, real original." Rick took the time to take a swig from his flask.

"Rick, he called you of all people. I know you don't have a lot of reliable friends, especially after Birdperson's wedding, but this guy had reached out specifically for you," Morty could see that, from the way Rick held his flask, he was about a few swigs from going drunk, "he needs you!" Morty slapped away the flask. Rick blinked, his eyes darted to where the flask fell, then back to Morty. "He might be in a lot of trouble and is holding out for you to save him!" Rick just sighs.

"You know, Morty," he let out a burp, "this isn't the time for you to talk me into this, but you might have a point," Rick took out his portal gun, "plus, I can lord the fact that I saved his smug ass over him and get him to do me a favor," and shot a green portal into a wall, "besides, what's the- buuuurp, what's the worst that can happen?" Rick gave a smile towards Morty that filled him with confidence.

ONE YEAR LATER…

"GODFUCKINGDAMN IT, MORTY!" Morty tried to balance his bike with one hand while hearing the screams of his granddad come from his phone on the other. "I GAVE YOU ONE JOB! ONE FUCKING-BUUUUUURP-JOB!" Admittedly, it was hard to hear him over the sound of exploding rockets smashing against the ground all while trying to keep his bike from getting blown up as well.

"I can't talk right now!" Morty screamed back, his voice reverberating inside his red and blue helmet.

"Of fucking course you can't! You have Touto's police on your ass! I said to nab the murderer, not save him!" Rick shouted. Morty had a passenger who sat behind him. As soon as he heard that, he snatched the phone and yelled into it.

"I DIDN'T KILL ANYONE!" He said.

"You fucking son of a bitch! You're gonna ruin Morty's life! He's going to jail because of you, asshole!" Rick shouted.

"WE'RE TRYING TO GET AWAY!" Morty yelled back.

"They're gonna catch you, Morty, and if you're lucky, you'll land in prison where you're gonna drop the soooooaaaaauuuurp! You want that, Morty!? You wanna- You wanna get shanked? Because this is how you get shanked! This is like that time we rescued that fart cloud!" Morty sighed and grabbed the phone from the supposed murderer.

"It's not gonna be like last time!" Morty then hung up and turned to the man. "You better not be some evil monster wanting to destroy the galaxy or I swear to God, I will kill you!" This caused the man to just stare with wide eyes as Morty accidently drove up onto the ridge of a large steel wall, then fell off as the bike skidded onto the side of the wall. All while the man in the back screamed.

And throughout this entire chase, Morty did not have the time to bring up that the man's fly was open.

BUILD THE RICK