Whiskey And Water by firstbornking. Just a Palmful of Elbow Grease by lemonsweet. Posts Submit a post Archive. Morty encounters some difficulties while attempting to smuggle some inter-dimensional contraband for his grandfather. It occurrs to Rick that Morty is taking an awfully long time in the bathroom.

Story Story Writer Forum Community. Pairing Plus Filters. Cancel Apply Three Ricks and Many Many Mortys by Mcfreakingnerd Doofus, Cop, and Storage Rick all live together and have started the Save the Mortys Program, and have taken it upon themselves to save as many Mortys from the Citadel of Ricks and give them a normal, steady, happy life.

It wasn't like Morty to disappear right after an adventure. He'd typically linger for a while in Rick's garage, watching him tinker with whatever it was they went to retrieve, jabbering on excitedly as if Rick hadn't been there with him the entire time, or just generally hanging over his shoulder and getting on Rick's nerves. If he was good and pissed off by the end of it, he'd go storming off in a hurry, but Rick could usually tell it was coming and, in most cases, wanted to be left the fuck alone anyway. But Morty hadn't been angry and, all things considered, their very first Morty-led adventure had gone pretty well.

You shiver and pull your raincoat tightly around yourself as you run down the dimly lit street. Your shoes slap on the concrete as you go, water soaking your feet as rain pours down around you. Makes you think that maybe we have our priorities confused as a species. You rap on the metal of the door as you hop from foot to foot to try and stay warm. From inside, you hear footsteps, the click of a switch and finally a whirr as the garage door begins to crawl open.