After portaling back home while pretending to go to the restroom, Rick returns with several more advanced carving tools. He sits across from Beth and Morty. First, he puts a graphic overlay of the design he wants on the pumpkin. With the press of a button, it's all carved out. Then, he uses a few chunk for ears, hair, and a nose. Lastly, he adds some gruesome details, like a gooey dead eye and pumpkin seed vomit, to hide the fact that it's Jerry. At least enough so Beth won't notice. He adds some stubble for good measure.

Jerry shows up behind Beth with a tiger design all over his face. He looks like a seven-year-old. Somehow he convinces Beth to go get her face painted too. Rick rolls his eyes and keeps adding details to his stupid vegetable. Morty turns his pumpkin towards Rick. It's a very crude drawing of Rick vomiting. Rick narrows his gaze. He turns around his toward Morty. Morty squints at it.

"What th-the hell is that? D-did you make a-a dead guy or s-something?" Morty asks.

Rick looks over at Jerry, then back at Morty and smirks. Morty's face turns red.

"Wow, so ma-mature," Morty says.

"Oh, like yours i-i-is any less childish."

Morty shoves a knife into the drawn Rick's head.

"Someone's in a mood," Rick says.

He looks off at the corn maze and haunted house.

"Want to p-put that pent up r-r-rage to use and scare some kids a-and teenagers shitless?" he asks Morty.

"That sounds stupid."

"I know you, Morty. Y-you're dying to use that anger. Better yet, here i-it's socially a-acceptable."

Morty flicks a pumpkin seed on the table. He visibly struggles to hold back a grin. He looks up at Rick.

"Fine."

Several teenage girls cling to each other while walking through the corn maze. They jump at every remotely startling noise, including a sneeze from a girl in the middle. Rick and Morty hide behind two corners, two paths the girls could take. All sorts of fake blood, guts, and protruding bones cover them. Morty starts messing with the projector on his writs. He switches his costume to a bloody guy with a chainsaw.

"We agreed on zombies," Rick whispers.

"Changed my mind," Morty mumbles.

"Fine, I'll just be a grotesque squid monster."

"Shh."

Rick quickly changes to a squid. The group of girls hesitates to come around either corner. They nearly split in half from two girls pulling in opposite directions.

"Oh my God, Jenny," one whines.

"Let's just like vote on it," another says.

"Who wants to go down that way? The other way?" the first asks.

Rick does a silent hand-gesture imitation of the girls. Morty shakes his head and rolls his eyes. Rick swears he sees Morty smile, although it's too dark to really tell.

The girls decide on Morty's path. They slowly move down the dark, muddy trail. Morty leaps up, holographic chainsaw in hand, and yells something incoherent. Each girl shrieks. They jump back from him. However, one smacks him with her purse. Then the rest join in, beating on him. He starts screaming as he curls up into a ball. Rick jumps through the corn. He reaches out a tentacle towards each girl. They all group up again and sprint towards the way they came.

Morty groans, "You said this w-would be fun…"

"It was," Rick says. "I told you to s-stick with the zombie."

He offers to help Morty up, but Morty rejects the offer. He stands on his own and starts wiping mud off of himself. Rick watches his grandson's pathetic attempts to clean himself, thinking of many better alternatives, but let's Morty suffer. It's what he asked for after all.

The two return to the pumpkin table and finding Jerry attempting to carve a puppy-dog face. One eye is majorly screwed up and overly cut into, almost like Jerry had no idea how to use a knife. Rick scoffs. Of course he doesn't. His gaze moves to his gruesome pumpkin. Smirking, he slides it in front of Jerry.

"Hey Jerry, what do you think?" Rick asks.

"Is that me?!" Jerry replies.

Rick smirks, but puts on a fake-shocked look when Beth's gaze comes his direction.

"No, of course not. It looks nothing like you. See, he's got a beard coming in, missing eye, missing tooth…whoops, knocked that out…I mean, it's just a random dead guy. I'm not obsessed with you, jeez," Rick says.

Jerry folds his arms, but in an uncomfortable, self-conscious manner. Morty shakes his head. Beth pinches the bridge of her nose.

Rick huffs, "What? I can't carve a pumpkin, now? I don't even like doing this!"

"Don't make a scene," Beth says.