Rick and The Loud House

It was a relatively normal day on Earth. That was until a yellow, planet-sized head came flying through space towards the Earth. Upon getting close enough that the people of Earth could see it in the sky, the head's gravitational mass started to cause forest fires, earthquakes and storms. As people in the cities closest to the head started panicking, one news anchorman in one of the cities tried to report on what was happening despite the storm and the screaming and panicking. "The view here is the same as yours, Jim. A giant head has entered Earth's gravity, triggering climate change and natural disasters we thought were impossible for at least another eight years."

"Let's not make this political, Terry." Jim replied from the news station. "Do we know what this giant head wants?"

The giant head cleared its throat before speaking, the force of its voice creating a large wind blast and causing the tides to change rapidly. "SHOW ME WHAT YOU GOT."

Despite the increasing panic, Terry continued. "Jim, you heard-" the broadcast was interrupted by static "-said, 'Show me what you got.'"

"SHOW ME WHAT YOU GOT. I WANT TO SEE WHAT YOU GOT."

...

The Loud family, apart from Lori, stared at the TV screen utterly shocked as they were completely speechless. Apart from Rick who simply said. "Oh boy."

"Grandpa Rick, do you know what that thing is?" Lincoln asked, trying not to panic.

Rick stood up from sitting on the couch. "Ok, long story short, that's a cromulon. It's not gonna go away unless the Earth can give them a hit new song."

"A song? Seriously?" Lincoln asked.

"Well that shouldn't be too hard right?" Luna asked. "We've got loads of musicians on Earth."

"Breaking News!" Everyone's attention went back to the TV. "It is a sad day for the music industry as an earthquake has hit the Grammys. As of now, every musician that attended the Grammys have been reported deceased."

A horrified look appeared on Luna's now pale face as she stared at the screen. "Y-You're kidding right? Please tell me this isn't happening!" Luna tried not to cry as she knew her idol, Mick Swagger had attended the Grammys.

On screen, Jim looked to the side as if someone was speaking to him before addressing the viewers. "We've just been informed that there are least two musicians that survived the earthquake. Those being hip hop artist, Ice-T and rock and roll legend, Mick Swagger."

"Oh, thank God." Luna sighed in relief.

"Looks like we're gonna have to get involved." Rick stated. "Come on Lincoln."

As Lincoln stood up, so did Luna. "W-Wait, you're going off to save the world with music and you're not inviting me?"

Rick shrugged. "I mean, Lincoln's all I really need but, well, I guess you can come as well. I could probably find some way to fit you in."

Luna grinned. "Sweet!" She then ran upstairs to grab her guitar.

After Luna came back down, Lynn Sr. then stood up. "Ooh, can I join in? I used to be in a band myself. Although, it ended on a...on a sour note." Lynn Sr. frowned as he looked back on the memory from his college days of being kicked out of a band for playing his instrument of choice a little too enthusiastically.

"I-I dunno Lynn. What is that you do exactly?" Rick asked.

Lynn Sr. grinned. "I'm glad you asked. KA-POW!" Lynn Sr. ripped off his sweater, revealing his old band uniform and got out a cowbell. He started getting jiggy with it as he played the cowbell to his heart's content. "WOO! HA HA!"

Rick held his chin in thought while Luna looked unsure, feeling that a cowbell was not the kind of instrument you save the world with. "Um, Dad...I don't know if-"

"Alright, yeah. I can work with this!" Rick interrupted Luna, grinning. "Alright Lynn, you're in."

Lynn Sr. pumped his fist. "Yes!"

"Alright, time to go."

"Where are we going?" Lincoln asked.

"The Pentagon." Rick answered. "I mean, not THE Pentagon. The lame one, here on Earth."

As Rick, Lincoln, Luna and Lynn Sr. went to go into the garage, Leni then looked around in confusion. "Wait, where's Lori."

"Don't you remember? She's been staying with Mr. Poopybutthole to try and help him get better." Luan reminded her.

"Oh. Yeah..."

...

Lori had never felt as low as she did after she shot Mr. Poopybutthole. Not even Lincoln calling her the worst sister or realising how awful it was to sabotage Leni's driving test made her feel as low as she did now. She should have known better. She probably hadn't known Mr. Poopybutthole long enough to have any bad memories of him. Rick had known him longer than her so of course he would've had one. While Mr. Poopybutthole didn't press any charges or even have any kind of grudge against her at all, forgiving her instantly, she still felt the need to try and make it up to him anyway she could. Which was why she insisted on staying with him at his house, doing anything she could to help out Mr. Poopybutthole whether it be helping him walk, doing chores around the house or bringing his food to him. Which was what she was doing now as she brought a tray of breakfast that she had made for him into his bedroom. "Good morning, PB."

Mr. Poopybutthole sat up from lying down in bed as Lori brought his breakfast over to him. "Morning Lori! Ooh wee, that sure looks tasty!"

As Mr. Poopybutthole started eating, Lori sat next to him at the side of his bed. "PB, I know I've said this literally a million times but I'm really sorry about that incident."

Mr. Poopybutthole sighed after taking a sip of his juice. "Look, I keep telling ya, it's okay. You really don't have to do all this. I mean, maybe it was my fault and I should be saying sorry you don't have any bad memories of me."

This didn't make Lori feel any better. "No, that's not right." She sniffled as she folded her arms, her insecurities starting to get the better of her. "I'm sorry, it's just...maybe if I wasn't such a dumb bitch, this wouldn't have happened!"

Mr. Poopybutthole gave her a concerned look. "D-Don't say that! You seem like a nice girl to me."

"You don't know me that well though." Lori thought to herself. She sighed as she calmed herself down. "Look, is there really nothing I can do to make it up to you?"

Mr. Poopybutthole thought to himself for a moment. "Well...maybe there is something you could help me with."

"What is it?"

"Well...when I was bleedin' to death in your dining room, I was like oh gawsh, ooh wee, my lil' life flashed before my eyes! And I've got some unfinished business to attend to." Mr. Poopybutthole closed his eyes and lowered his head. "But ah can't do it on my own..." Mr. Poopybutthole looked into Lori's eyes, placing his hand on hers. "I need your help, Lori."

Lori gave him a determined look. "Whatever it is, I'll do it."

"Thanks, Lori." Mr. Poopybutthole then pushed the tray away and got out of bed, dropping to the floor. "Ooh." Mr. Poopybutthole grunted in pain, still not quite recovered from the shot he took.

Lori looked worried. "PB, do you need me to-"

Mr. Poopybutthole put a hand up to stop her as he went to pick up his cane. "Ok, first things first, I need a disguise. A reeaaaall good disguise. This is real importaaaant! Boy howdy I can't even stress the importance! This lil' Poopybutthole needs to become a lil' poopy mystery."

After thinking for a moment, Lori then took Mr. Poopybutthole's hat and replaced it with a lil' bowler hat. She then got out a pen and drew a fake moustache on Mr. Poopybutthole. Finally, she got out a small mirror so Mr. Poopybutthole could see himself. "Done!"

"Ooh wee! Nailed it!" Mr. Poopybutthole squealed. He then held up two fingers. "Secondly, we need to get on over to Rick's lab so we can borrow one of his portal guns."

"Wait, so are you saying we're gonna be going on some kind of adventure?"

"Mmm, I guess that's one way of looking at it."

Lori frowned. She really did not like going on adventures. Though this time, she'd at least be going on one without Rick. Plus she did just say she'd do anything for Mr. Poopybutthole. "Ok, let's go."

The two then made their way downstairs. Lori opened the door. Both of them were taken aback by the stormy weather coming from the black and orange clouds. "Ooh wee, weather sure is strange today." Mr. Poopybutthole remarked.

Lori rolled her eyes. "Whatever's happening, I'm sure Rick's handling it."

...

The President of the United States of America, an African American man in a dark blue suit, was currently having a meeting in the Pentagon war room to discuss what to do about the giant head. Unfortunately, the meeting soon devolved into everyone arguing with each other, causing the President to stand up and put up his hands to get everyone to stop. "Gentlemen, gentlemen, one at a time! Simon?"

Simon stood up. "SETI, NORAD, and every broadcaster on the planet are attempting to show this being what humanity's got. String theory, world history, the human genome."

The general of the United States army slammed his fist on the table. "Have you tried sending it launch codes? Mr. President, what America's got is 70,000 megatons of KABOOM-BOOM! And I say we show it right up this floating head's ass!"

After another bout of arguing, everyone was then on alert as a portal suddenly appeared with Rick, Lincoln, Luna and Lynn Sr. stepping out of it. The guards then ran up to them, pointing guns at them. "Hold it! Don't move!" One guard warned them.

"Gah!" Lynn Sr. exclaimed fearfully as he immediately put his hands up to surrender.

Rick aimed his watch at the guards. "Stay back! This watch can instantly disintegrate you."

"Stand down. Everybody stand down!" The President shouted, making the guards lower their guns. "I'm the leader of these people and I'm unarmed. There's no need for any hostilities."

"My name is Rick Sanchez." Rick said, introducing himself. He then gestured to each of his family members as he introduced them. "This here's my grandson, Lincoln Loud, my granddaughter, Luna Loud and my son, Lynn Loud." Lincon gave a small wave while both Luna and Lynn Sr. grinned nervously.

"Loud? Loud..." The President held his chin in thought. "Now where have I heard that name before."

Before he could think about it any further, his thought process was interrupted by Rick speaking. "I've seen enough of the galaxy to know that what we've got here is a cromulon from the Cygnus-5 Expanse. So you can forget about nukes, and you can forget about math." Rick pointed towards a large screen displaying the head over a mountain that was on fire. "This head won't go away until Earth shows them it's got a hit song."

Everyone started muttering to themselves. "You mean like Vivaldi?" Simon asked.

"No, Frasier. A live performance of a newly-written, catchy, original song." Rick explained. "The cromulon feed on the talent and showmanship of less-evolved lifeforms."

The President nodded. "All right, all right. Thank you, Mr. Sanchez. Change of plan, people. Get me Mick Swagger and Ice-T."

"You're gonna wanna put them on that giant speaker system at your sonic testing facility at Area 51." Rick advised.

"How do you know about that?" The general asked.

"For God's sake, Nathan, the man came in here through a portal." The President snapped. "He can use Google Maps."

"Sir! Ice-T and Mick Swagger are inbound on an F-15, ETA two hours." The President's aide informed him.

Luna's eyes widened. "M-Mick Swagger's coming here?"

"Don't forget Ice-T." Lincoln reminded her.

Luna looked embarrased. "I-I know. Ice-T is cool and all but...he's not Mick Swagger."

Simon was looking at his computer nervously. "Sir, the magnetic poles are about to reverse. In two hours, there may not be an Earth to save."

The President turned to Rick. "Sanchez! Are you and your family musicians?"

"I dabble, Mr. President." Rick answered. "My granddaughter's a good musician though." Luna couldn't help but smile proudly at that.

"Ooh, I'm a musician!" Lynn Sr. added exitedly. "I was even in a band! Check this out!" Once again, Lynn Sr. started getting jiggy with it as he played his cowbell. "Ooh ooh yeah!"

After a while of everyone staring at him, the President asked. "Is he ever going to stop that?"

Rick shrugged. "Probably not."

The President shook his head. "Alright, get this man and his family on a Blackhawk to Area 51."

...

After entering Rick's garage, Mr. Poopybutthole asked Lori. "Could you help me get Rick's portal gun from all the way up there." He pointed towards a box with a spare portal gun in it at the top of a shelf. "My poopy lil' arms can't reach it, oooooh wee!"

After handing him the portal gun, Lori asked. "So what are we doing exactly?"

Mr. Poopybutthole fiddled with the portal gun for a moment before shooting a portal. "There are things I'm not proud of that I need to fix. I'm a changed butthole! That's why I need to go back home."

Mr. Poopybutthole then went through the portal with Lori following after him. Upon exiting the portal, Lori found herself in an alleyway. She looked around in confusion. "Is this where you live, Mr. Poopybutthole?"

Mr. Poopybutthole put a finger to his lips. "Shh! Lori! You can't use my name here!"

"Mmmhmhmhmhmhmm, did someone say Mr. Poopybutthole?" Said a man that emerged from a nearby trash can. He appeared to be the same species as Mr. Poopybutthole though he had a unibrow and his head was much more rounder and bigger than Mr. Poopybutthole's.

Mr. Poopybutthole looked nervous. "Oooh wee, no sir, my friend is confused. I'm Mr. Poopybumhole! It's a, uh, British name."

The man glared intensely at Mr. Poopybutthole for a moment before suddenly smiling. "Well of course you're not Mr. Poopybutthole. I'm so sorry for the misunderstanding."

Mr. Poopybutthole breathed a sigh of relief. "Ooooh wee, that's okay."

The man suddenly started to get teary eyed. "I just heard what I wanted to hear, y'know? Since Mr. Poopybutthole's disappearance..." The man sobbed. "I just hope he's okay!"

Lori raised an eyebrow. "Disappearance?" She then noticed missing posters were plastered all over the walls in the alley way. All of them had Mr. Poopybutthole's face on them. "Ok, what's going on here?"

Lori then decided to look outside the alley way, causing Mr. Poopybutthole to panic. "Oooooh no, Lori wait!"

Lori then gasped at what she saw. Mr. Poopybutthole's home didn't look much different from Earth. Its people looked similar to Mr. Poopybutthole though their heads varied in shape and size. None of them seemed to be quite as tall or thin as Mr. Poopybutthole's or his fiancé's heads. What really got Lori's attention though was the golden statue of Mr. Poopybutthole in the middle of the street. Alongside that, she could see a blimp with a picture of Mr. Poopybutthole on it, titled 'Missing' and a cinema that was advertising a Mr. Poopybutthole all day marathon.

"I can explain everything!" A worried Mr. Poopybutthole told her.

...

Rick and the others were sat in a helicopter flying through the Nevada desert. While Luna seemed to prepared to perform, Lynn Sr. and Lincoln were starting to look nervous. "I-I don't know about this Dad. I think I might be having second thoughts." Lynn Sr. admitted.

"I'm not a musician. What am I supposed to do?" Lincoln asked.

"Lincoln. Lynn. Just chill. There's only two things you two should know going into this." Rick stated. "Don't worry about being good and just remember to have fun."

Both of them gulped but tried to put on a brave face. The helicopter then stopped as a man opened the door. Outside was a rope hanging from the helicopter. "We're in the drop zone! I'm the jump master! My name's Jamey! With an E-Y! Go, go, go!"

The four slid down the rope onto a stage with a microphone, a couple keyboards and a tambourine. Along with those were the giant speakers which would be used so the cromulon would be able to hear them. "Alright, here's what we're gonna do." Rick started. "Lynn, you do your thing. Luna, you do yours. Lincoln, find a button on one of those keyboards and lay down some kind of beat. After that, the tambourine's yours."

Lincoln went over to the keyboard. "Okay, uh..." he pressed a button which started to play a beat. Rick started dancing before he started to sing while Lincoln, Luna and Lynn Sr. tried to play along.

Ahhhhh yeahhhhh

Ya gotta get schwifty

Ya gotta get schwifty in here

It's time to get schwifty

Inside Area 51, the President and General Nathan were watching the performance from a computer screen. General Nathan looked utterly baffled. "Get...schwifty? What the hell is that?"

"It's our world's best effort, that's what." The President stated confidently.

Take off your pants and your panties

Shit on the floor

General Nathan wasn't the only one unsure with Rick's performance. While Lincoln and Lynn Sr. seemed be enjoying themselves, Luna couldn't help but think what kind of song was she even playing right now. This was the kind of song they were using to save the world? Was this the kind of first impression she was going to give Mick Swagger? Despite how she felt, she stayed professional, still playing her guitar and going along with whatever Rick was trying to do.

Time to get schwifty in here

I'm Mr. Bulldops

General Nathan raised an eyebrow at the president. "Mr. Bulldops?"

"Don't analyze it, Nathan." The President snapped. "It's working!"

Take a shit on the floor

Time to get schwifty in here

Hey, take your pants off

It's schwifty time today

After the performance finished, the cromulon's lip twitched as he stared at them. "Hmmmm." Everyone waited in anticipation before the cromulon grinned. "I LIKE WHAT YOU GOT. GOOD JOB."

The cromulon then turned around and flew away from the Earth causing everyone in the band and at Area 51 to cheer. "That was amazing!" Lincoln exclaimed. He was extremely happy that he had helped save the world by doing something fun for once.

"Heh...yeah." A still unsure Luna said.

"Ha ha! If only the boys at college could see me now!" Lynn Sr. laughed.

Unfortunately, the celebration was cut short as everyone stumbled from the earthquake that suddenly occurred. The Earth was surrounded by an energy field before it suddenly disappeared. It then reappeared in another galaxy with four other planets, a disco ball-like sun, and several different-coloured Cromulons, all staring at the Earth. The President looked around in confusion. "What the hell happened?"

The President's aide approached him. "Mr. President, you're gonna wanna see this."

Rick and his family had entered Area 51 as Rick approached the president. "I think planet Earth has just been transported."

"Sir, we've started picking up on a garbled signal. We're decrypting it now." Simon stated. The image on the giant screen gradually descrambled before displaying images of five bands. One of which was Rick's while the others were all aliens. Dance music was playing in the background as a Cromulon narrated. "WE ASKED THEM TO SHOW US WHAT THEY GOT. AND THEY DID. NOW WE'LL SEE WHICH OF THEM HAS GOT THE MOST. 24 HOURS, FIVE PLANETS, FIVE SONGS. BUT IN THE END, THERE CAN ONLY BE ONE. PLANET MUSIC! All participation is involuntary. Disqualified and losing planets are disintegrated by plasma ray."

The Louds stared at the screen in shock, horrified by the posibility of their planet blowing up along with the fact that four planets were going to end up blown up either way. "Uhh, it's probably a bad time to mention it, but any astronauts you guys had in orbit are definitely dead." Rick then added.

"Sir, Mick Swagger and Ice-T have just arrived." The President's aide informed him as the two entered the room.

"Hey up, mates!" Mick Swagger was a tall man with light fair skin. He had long brown hair that covered his eyes. He wore a yellow t-shirt that had a red circle print on it and a purple blazer along with white pants.

"Wassup." Ice-T was an African American man who had a beard and had his black hair in a ponytail. He wore a black shirt and a necklace with a small, plastic gun on it.

Both Luna and Lynn Sr. stared at Mick Swagger in awe before they both started stammering. "Muh-muh-muh-muh-muh-muh..."

Mick Swagger chuckled. "So, I've heard you lot already performed. Shame we couldn't make it in time to see it."

Luna laughed nervously. "Heh yeah...real shame."

The conversation was interrupted by another broadcast from the cromulons. Dance music started playing as the Planet Music opening showed. "Welcome back to Planet Music! First up, let's hear the latest song from planet Parblesnope. The Greebybobes!" On screen was a swamp-like planet with a band of frog-like aliens. "SHOW ME WHAT YOU GOT."

The band prepared to perform before its lead singer interrupted them. "Hold it, hold it, stop! Music isn't about competition or captivity! If you love music, you love freedom. Let these worlds be free, please!"

The cromulon frowned. "DISQUALIFIED!" The cromulons' plasma ray powered up before firing at the planet, blowing it up. "There's one every season." It then cut to a more technologically advanced planet with a band of fleshy, one-eyed, tentacled aliens. "Moving on to planet Arbolez Meterosos. Arbolian Meterososians. SHOW US WHAT YOU GOT."

"Ah two, three, four..." The band started playing though they were visibly nervous.

Meanwhile, Rick, Lincoln, Luna, Lynn Sr., Mick Swagger and Ice-T were all in a studio, preparing for their next song. While, Rick, Lincoln and Lynn Sr. were experimenting with the instruments, Luna kept pacing back and forth, worry evident on her face. The President's aide then came in. "Everyone! The timetable's moved up. Earth's on in six hours."

"Don't you think we're under enough bloody pressure?!" Luna snapped before picking up a bowl of peanuts and tossing it at the aide, causing him to retreat.

"Whoa ho ho ho ho!" Rick and Ice-T chuckled.

"Luna!" Lynn Sr. chastised.

"Geez, Luna. The guy's just doing his job. Take it easy." Rick said though he was clearly more amused then anything.

Lincoln put a hand on her shoulder. "Luna, are you okay?"

Luna took in a deep breath to calm herself down. "Sorry, dudes. It's just that...well..." Luna turned to Rick. "Grandpa Rick, what we played earlier...is that really the kind of song we're gonna use to save the world again?"

"Yeah. Why? What's wrong with it?" Rick asked.

Luna rubbed her arm awkwardly. "It's just...it's not really my style, you know."

"What, have you got something against this style? I didn't really take you as a music snob Luna. I thought you'd have a bit more respect for genres outside of rock."

Luna waved her hands. "No! No way dude. I totally respect other genres. I've even dabbled with a few different genres myself. It's just that...I don't even know if that song even was a genre."

Rick pinched the bridge of his nose. "Jesus Luna, look, I know about the cromulons. I know what kind of music they like which is exactly the kind of music we're playing. We will win this." Rick then leaned down to whisper to her so that no one else could hear him. "Remember, we're here to impress the cromulons, not Mick Swagger."

Luna sighed as Rick went back to preparing. Lincoln came up to comfort her. "Don't worry, Luna. It's like Rick said. Don't worry about being good. Just try to have fun."

"Yeah..." Luna said. Though with the threat of the planet being blown up along with Mick Swagger being here, she couldn't truly mean it.

Meanwhile, General Nathan, the President and his aide were watching the group through a window. General Nathan waved his hand dismissively. "I've seen enough. These guys are one-hit wonders. I mean for God's sakes, one of them plays a cowbell!"

The President folded his arms. "And what's your plan, General?"

General Nathan leaned towards the President, grinning. "We still have the nuclear option. On my word, we can launch a nuclear missile at every one of those heads in the sky."

"Our planet's held captive on a live game show and your solution is to shoot the audience? You can put your faith in nukes if we get through this, General. Until then, I'll put mine in Rick and his family. 'Get Schwifty' was a jam."

...

"So, there's a golden statue of you." Lori stated.

Mr. Poopybutthole frowned. "Hoo boy. I wasn't into it but everyone insisted..."

Lori folded her arms. "Ok, could you please explain what's going on Mr. Poopybutthole?"

Upon saying his name, the two suddenly got some attention from a few people passing by. "Mhm?"

"What did-"

"What did she say?"

"Poopy?"

"Ooooh, Lori, you can't use my name here! C'mon!" Mr. Poopybutthole grabbed her arm as the two ran down the street, away from the crowd. Or at least try to run as Mr. Poopybutthole wasn't really able to go fast when he still needed his cane. Luckily, Lori realised that quickly and picked him up. "We'll lose these 'fellas round this corner." After hiding in another alley, the two watched as the crowd ran right past them. After Lori put him down, Mr. Poopybutthole then slumped against the wall. "Oooh wee, my doctor said I shouldn't be running on these lil' poopy legs. I'm tuckered ooooouut-"

"PB!" Lori snapped. "Could you please just tell me what all of this is." She gestured to the missing posters.

"This is what I was talking about earlier. This is what I need to fix." Mr. Poopybutthole admitted. "I'm sorry Lori, I shoulda explained sooner. This is my home planet. And this lil' poopy pants is kinda a huge poopy star here."

"Wow." Lori grinned. "I had no idea you were literally a celebrity!"

"A huge celebrity!" Mr. Poopybutthole corrected her. "Oooh my, I had to put all this charisma and flair to good use." He then looked distressed as he jumped onto Lori, grabbing the front of her shirt and alarming her. "But it's not what it's cracked up to be! The never-ending photo shoots, vanity covers, interviews, sequels and oooh boy, the unrelenting fans!" Mr. Poopybutthole dropped down and approached the window to a television store. The TVs on display all showed footage relating to Mr. Poopybutthole. "I couldn't handle it so me and my fiancé left. Ooh wee, I didn't even say goodbye. What am I, some kind of monster?" He turned to look at Lori who gave him a sympathetic frown. "When I got shot and I was bleeding to death on the floor, I thought...is this what the folks at home think when they wonder where I am? Bleedin' to death on some floor, or worse? I hated the fame but ooh weee, the guilt of leavin' is even woooooorse! I'm not coming back but they need to know I'm alive and well."

"Ok." Lori put a reassuring hand on Mr. Poopybutthole's shoulder. "Then let's go tell everyone that you're okay, PB."

Mr. Poopybutthole smiled exitedly. "You're gonna help this lil' poopy pants?"

"Of course! Like I said, I'll do literally anything if it means I can make things up to you." The two exchanged a high five before Lori continued. "So how are we going to do this? Do we just literally shout out that you're okay in the streets?"

"Ooh wee, no Lori! My fans are saavaaaage. They'd ravage us both! We need it to announce it somewhere safe."

"Like...?"

Mr. Poopybutthole pointed to the TVs. "Behind a screen on national TV." His expression then went serious. "You know, everyone gets so rowdy around lil' ol' me. I really meant it when I said I forgave you. I'd understand if you'd wanna head back."

Lori smiled confidently. "No way. And don't worry. I'm gonna protect you no matter what! I promise."

Mr. Poopybutthole grinned. "Ooh wee, alright, then lets go to the television station!"

As the two made their way to the television station, Lori decided to start up a conversation. "This planet is so much like Earth."

"Ooh yeah, it sure is. Made moving to Earth waaaay easier. Though Rick said our food is poisonous to humans so I wouldn't try it."

Lori gulped. "I'll keep that in mind." As soon as the two reached the television station titled 'NEEEEWS', Lori turned to Mr. Poopybutthole and grasped his hands. "So, you ready for this? Remember, I'm literally 100% behind you on whatever you do."

"Mmhhhm."

Lori nodded. "Alright, let's do this."

As soon as the two entered the building, Mr. Poopybutthole started to get nervous due to all the people that were inside. "Oh my." He got even more nervous once he got in line for reception. "Oooh wee!"

"Hey, you've got this PB!" Lori reassured him. "These people love you and I've got your back, ok?"

Mr. Poopybutthole smiled at her. "You're a reeaaaal friend, Lori." Lori gave a heartfelt smile in return.

"Ahem." Both of them turned to the receptionist. "How can I help you?"

"Ooo." Mr. Poopybutthole smiled confidently. "Can you put me on the air please? Right away, I need to make an annoouunnceeemment!"

"We don't just let anybody on set, sir."

"Oooh my, well it's a good thing I'm not just annybooody." Mr. Poopybutthole said as he wiped off the fake moustache and replaced his bowler hat with his regular hat. "Y'see, it's me! Mr. Poopybutthole." Lori started to get nervous as she noticed everyone there was staring at Mr. Poopybutthole in awe. "And ahh need to tell everybody that I'm alive. But I'm not stayin', ooh wee, no-how."

Suddenly, like a pack of wolves, everyone started to go rabid over Mr. Poopybutthole. "Waughh!"

"Mr. Poopybutthole, I love you!"

"Poopy lives!"

"Marry me PoopyB!"

"Sign my face!"

"I'm your biggest fan!"

"Mr. Poopybutthole!"

"Oh my!" Mr. Poopybutthole groaned as his rabid fans smothered him.

Lori pulled Mr. Poopybutthole away from the fans, shielding him from them. "All of you, back off!" All of them hissed at her. Lori glared at them in response before placing Mr. Poopybutthole on top of a lamp. "PB, stay up here for a moment." She then cracked her knuckles. "I'm about to make a few pretzels."

"Gooooooo Lori!" Mr. Poopybutthole cheered for her as she fought back against the rabid fans. Despite the numbers advantage, the fact that all of them were less than half her size made it rather easy to fight back against them.

After knocking enough of them out, Mr. Poopybutthole called out. "Lori, the path is clear!"

Lori went over to pick him up and carry him as they made their way to the studio. "You alright PB?"

"My buns sure are toasty from sitting on that lamp, ooooh boy."

After bursting into the studio, Lori asked. "You ready to report the news, PB?"

"Oooooh wee!"

On the news program that was currently being aired, the newswoman was currently talking about Mr. Poopybutthole. Next to her was an image of Mr. Poopybutthole giving a cute wink. "It has been a long and gruelling year, but there is still no sign of our national treasure, Mr. Poopybutt-"

"Oooooooh weeeeeee!" The newswoman was interrupted as Mr. Poopybutthole came on set. "Hi everybody, it's me, Mr. Poopybutthole!"

The newswoman gasped. "Oh my God!"

"I've not been missing, but hiding. I'm here today to apologise for my absence, oh yes I am. I didn't mean to hurt any of you."

The newswoman hugged him. "He's alive!"

Lori then came on set to push the woman away. "Back off!"

Mr. Poopybutthole continued. "But I'm not staying." He smiled at Lori. "I have a new life outside of the spotlight on a different planet. Thank you for understanding."

"This just in-" the disgruntled newswoman snapped. "Mr. Poopybutthole is alive and brainwashed by some blonde heathen!"

Lori glared at the newswoman. "Uh, excuse you!"

Mr. Poopybutthole started to get worried. "Oooooh no!"

Two security guards then grabbed Lori and carried her off set. "Wha-what's going on?" Lori struggled to get free. "Mr. Poopybutthole, they're too strong! Help!"

Mr. Poopybutthole jumped onto one of the security guards and tried to punch him, though it had little affect on him. "Let her go!"

Another security guard then came by, picking up Mr. Poopybutthole and carrying him off. "You're coming with me, sir."

"Oh my. Lori! LORI!"

As this was all happening, the newswoman addressed the viewers. "The heathen has been detained by state security and will be sent to space jail for poisoning our beloved Mr. Poopybutthole's mind. Mr. Poopybutthole will be reunited with his agent where she will clear his mind of all the venom and return him to the film set and back onto our screens where he belongs!"

Lori could only give Mr. Poopybutthole a distraught look as she was hauled off to space jail.

...

Lynn Sr. and Mick Swagger were currently listening to an anecdote from Ice-T. "A squeegee comes up from the garage, right? And he's got a lobster in one hand and movie tickets in the other. He's like, 'I'm ready!'" Lynn Sr. and Mick Swagger started laughing. "Who would take a lobster to see Iron Man 3?"

After he finished laughing, Mick Swagger turned to Lynn Sr.. "So what is it that you play then, mate?"

Lynn Sr. grinned. "The cowbell. It's pretty much my specialty." He then started to show them his skills with the cowbell. "Ooh ooh ah! Whoo!"

"Damn man. Never really been into cowbells and shit but I dig yo enthusiasm." Ice-T remarked.

Luna then noticed that her dad was playing his cowbell to Mick Swagger and started to get nervous. She tried to get his attention. "Dad." He didn't seem to hear her. "Dad!" He still hadn't heard her. "DAD!" Lynn Sr. turned around to see a frustrated look on his daughter's face. "That's it. YOU...ARE OUT OF THE BAND!"

Lynn Sr. gasped before he started to sob. Rick then stepped in between them. "Whoa! Hey, hey, who said you could make calls like that?"

"Rick! Our whole planet's at stake!" Luna snapped. "How do I know I can trust you with this kind of song."

"I told you, I know what I'm doing Luna! I'm 99% sure we're gonna win this thing. And even in the small chance that something goes wrong, I have a backup plan."

Luna's eyes widened as she knew exactly what that backup plan was. There was no way she was going to go through that again. Not to mention she remembered the last time Rick wasn't quite 100% of something and how that turned out. She scowled at Rick before grabbing the portal gun and fiddling with it. "Screw this!"

"No!" Rick shouted as he reached after her. However, he was too late as she fired a portal and quickly jumped through it. "Ah shit."

"Grandpa Rick, what do we do now?" A panicking Lincoln asked.

Rick sighed as he got out a spare portal gun from his coat pocket. "Don't worry Lincoln. I have a good idea where she might be." Recently, Rick had taught his grandchildren a bit more about his portal gun as they now knew how to reach safe spaces where they could charge the portal gun across the universe, just in case any of them ever found themselves in a situation where they needed to charge it but couldn't return home. One of those places was Birdperson's home. "I need to stay here. Lincoln, you go after Luna and try to bring her back."

"Hey, uh, d'ya mind if come with?" Mick Swagger asked. "I think I'd like to have a chat with this Luna."

Rick rolled his eyes. "Sure. You're probably the biggest reason she's acting like this anyway so why not."

...

Lori sighed as she sat in her jail cell, now dressed in prison uniform. Though the only difference between that and her regular clothes was that she now wore a black and white striped shirt. "Well, Lori, you did it again. You've made things worse and you've upset a whole lot of people. Business as usual. Great job, Lori." Lori shook her head. "Ugh. Keep it together, Lori. Stop thinking like that. So what if I'm literally in prison? I've been on enough of Rick's dumb adventures to find some way out of this." Lori then gasped as she remembered something. She reached into her pocket. "Rick's portal gun! I can't believe they were dumb enough to not confiscate this."

"Is everything all right in there ma'am?" The prison guard asked.

Lori hid the portal gun behind her back as the prison guard looked into the cell. "Wh-What? Y-yeah I'm fine." She smiled nervously.

The prison guard grinned sinisterly. "Well, let me tell you, missy, you won't be for long! For the crimes you've committed, you'll either rot in here forever or far, far worse!"

Lori's eye twitched though she kept smiling. "O-Oh, ok then!"

As soon as the guard turned away, Lori looked at the portal gun. "Dang it, low charge. Oh well. I guess I'll just return back home and get it charged. Maybe I could 'borrow' some of Rick's stuff." Before the guard noticed her, she fired a portal and quickly jumped through.

...

Bird World was a naturalistic world. It's inhabitants lived in wooden structures, many of which were incorporated into the trees. Despite this, the bird people still had access to modern technology. Luna knocked on the door to Birdperson's house with her head hung low. It didn't take very long for Birdperson to answer. "Luna."

"Hey, Birdperson dude." Luna gave a small wave.

Birdperson stood aside. "Would you like to come in?" Luna nodded as she entered Birdperson's home.

...

Rick attempted to try and comfort his son who was still sobbing in a corner. "Come on, Lynn, you know you're not actually out of the band right?" This didn't do much as Lynn was still hurt from his own daughter of all people wanting to kick him out of the band. Rick groaned and turned to Ice-T, who was sat on the floor, playing on his phone with an apathetic look on his face. "Hey uh, do you think you could give me some help or...?"

Ice-T shook his head. "Ah, hell no, man. You do your thing, but I can't afford to get wrapped up in your family drama. You know what I'm sayin'?"

Rick frowned. "Ice, I don't want to be a Negative Nelly or anything, but if Lincoln or Luna don't come back with my portal guns and I eat it out there, it's, uh, kind of your problem too."

Ice-T scoffed. "Pfff. I ain't worried about no Earth blowin' up, man."

"What? Why not?"

"Yo, this is why." Ice-T stood up and assumed a T-pose before transforming into a floating ice shard though he still had his face and necklace.

Rick stared at him in shock. "What the fuck? You can turn into ice?"

"My story begins at the dawn of time in the far away realm of Alphabetrium. There, every being is a letter of the alphabet. But I was frozen and exiled to the cosmos by my elders as punishment for not caring enough about anything. Earth is just one of the many stops on my lifelong journey with no destination. So you better believe I don't care if it blows up! 'Cause I'll just be ice, floatin' through space, like a comet!"

"Take it from me, Ice. You can't just float around space not caring about stuff forever."

Ice-T scoffed. "Pshhhh. Man, watch me. Good luck, Rick." Ice-T then blasted off through the ceiling of the studio, leaving a hole behind.

Lynn Sr. stared at the hole in shock. "Does this kind of stuff always happen on your adventures?"

The President, who saw the whole thing, also stared at the hole in shock. "Ok, things are getting out of hand. I better make sure Rick has everything he needs to 'get schwifty.'"

General Nathan pinched the bridge of his nose. "Oh, for God's sake, that's enough." The general pulled out a gun and aimed it at the president.

"What the hell are you doing, Nathan? I'm the goddamn President of the United fuckin' States!"

"I'm setting the nuclear option to launch one minute into Earth's performance. And you, 'Mr. President', I hope you like being hit in the face with a gun!"

The President looked nervous. "Wait, wait, wait, why-why-" General Nathan then pistol-whipped the President, knocking him to the floor, out cold.

...

Birdperson's home looked like a mix between a bird's nest and a regular house. Birdperson handed Luna a bowl of food before sitting next to her on the couch. "So, why have you come here?"

"I need to ask about Rick. Lately, I've been thinking about if I should really trust him." She put a spoonful of food in her mouth before spitting it back out. "Ew, what is this? Bird seeds?"

"It is random debris. I found it in my carpet. I don't know what humans eat."

Luna pushed the bowl aside. "Look, I remember you saying something about Rick being burdened with knowledge or something. What did you mean by that?"

Birdperson looked away for a moment before turning back to Luna. "Has Rick told you about alternate universes?" Luna nodded. She knew more than enough about them. "Then you know that our universe is simply one of an infinite amount of them. In the grand scheme of things, our lives are extremely insignificant."

Luna thought about what Birdperson said. "Is this why he seems so...uncaring?"

"In a sense, how Rick may act may not seem that unnatural. Imagine knowing that no matter what you do, countless people will always be suffering. Even as we speak there are likely many versions of you or your family being killed or your planet being destroyed right now. This is why Rick chooses to not think about it."

As grim as it was, Rick's mindeset was starting to make sense to her. It's no wonder he cared so little during the valentines incident. Worse things have probably happened to the Earth. In a sense, was she any different? Even on Earth, she knew there were many people that were suffering all over the world. She couldn't do anything about it so she chose to not think about it. On the other hand, was Rick truly that uncaring? Why did Rick make such an effort to save them all during the valentines incident when he could've just replaced all of them in a different dimension. Not to mention, he never really let them get hurt on his adventures and he did try and cheer her up by taking her to the SMOOCH concert. "Is he really that uncaring though."

Birdperson shook his head. "I don't believe he is. He may have the power to save or even destroy worlds. But he is also the reason you and I know each other. And the reason I'm alive at all." Birdperson pointed to three framed photos behind Luna. One was of a younger Rick and Birdperson. Rick had an arm around Birdperson and one of Rick's old inventions were behind them. The second photo was of The Flesh Curtains doing a performance. The last photo was of a smiling Rick holding a crying, baby Lori. Luna could instantly tell it was Lori due to the strange lump at the top of her head, making it seem cone shaped and her webbed feet. Lori was a weird looking baby.

Thinking about it, maybe Rick did care. He just cared more for what's important. Which was what she should've been doing. She'd been more concerned with Mick Swagger than the cromulons that would destroy the planet if Rick's band didn't impress them. "Man, I feel like a jerk."

Both of them heard knocking on the door. Birdperson stood up. "Excuse me." Luna watched as Birdperson went to answer the door.

"Hey, Luna."

Luna jumped. She had forgotten that Tammy lived here now as she turned to see her leaning on the side of the couch, wearing a bathrobe. "Oh, h-hey Tammy." Luna wasn't really that close to Tammy. Only really knowing her through Lori. She thought her relationship with Birdperson was a little odd but who was she to judge? "So, what's it like living here?"

Tammy grinned. "Oh, it's great! Birdperson's quite the man isn't he?" Tammy giggled while Luna just awkwardly laughed.

"Fancy place you got here, mate."

Luna's eyes widened. She did not expect Lincoln to come by Birdperson's house with Mick Swagger of all people. "M-Mick?"

"Luna! What were you thinking?" Lincoln chastised.

Tammy squealed. "Oh my gosh! Mick Swagger! Could I please get an autograph?"

Mick quickly got out a small piece of paper before writing his name on it and giving it to Tammy. "Here ya go, love!" Tammy squealed again in response. Mick sat next to Luna while Birdperson went to turn his TV on. "So, what's going on with you then?"

Luna sighed. "I'm sorry, Mick. When I heard you were coming, I wanted to impress you. Show you my very best. But all I did was make a mess."

Mick Swagger stroked his chin. "Hmm. Well you know what I've always said. Rock and roll isn't about being the best, it's about having fun."

Luna's eyes widened as she remembered that Rick had said something similar earlier. "Dang. I don't know how I could've forgotten that."

"Well, when was the last time you had fun?" Mick Swagger asked.

Luna thought back to her first performance with Rick. While she was nervous and confused with what kind of song Rick was singing, she had to admit, she had a little bit of fun playing with her family. She could tell Rick, Lincoln and her dad were definitely having fun. Her thought process was them interrupted by the TV which was broadcasting Planet Music. "That was Chunky Tunk with 'Full Ming Mong, Empty Gorp Dorp.' Up next, planet Earth!"

Luna stood up. "Oh geez! Lincoln, Mick, we gotta go!"

...

Mr. Poopybutthole was sat in an office with two bodyguards stood behind him. His arms were strapped to the chair as he stuggled to get free. "Oooooh wee, I gotta get my poopy pants out of here!"

"Mr. Poopybutthole, are you not happy to see me?" A woman asked as she slowly walked behind Mr. Poopybutthole. She had short brown hair and wore a pair of sunglasses. "It's been so long and we have so much to catch up on."

"Ooh, let me go, Cecelia."

Cecelia grasped Mr. Poopybutthole's shoulders. "Oh Mr. Poopybutthole, you know I can't do that." She let go and walked back in front of him, smiling. "You just got here! And I've got so much planned for the two of us." She went to pick up a mug of coffee. "Do you remember the time you signed all those contacts and made those movies that made me richer than my wildest dreams? Oh no wait, that didn't happen." She angrily threw the mug to the floor. "BECAUSE YOU WALKED OUT WITHOUT ANY WARNING!"

"Ooooh Cecelia, you wouldn't let me quit! You forced me to run away!" Mr. Poopybutthole argued.

Cecelia waved her hand dismissively. "Ah, agree to disagree, Mr. Poopybutthole."

"You'd lock me in the studio! You literally would not let me leave!"

"AND YOU'RE GOING TO LIVE IN THAT STUDIO TO MAKE UP FOR WHAT YOU'VE DONE!" Cecelia calmed herself down. "Ahem. I mean the thing is darling, I'm your agent and I own you. You do what I want and when I want. When I heard you had reappeared, I spared no time! Our schedule is now fully booked out with movies, TV appearances, commercials...your disappearance cost me dearly so I'm going to make you make up for lost time...and all those lost paychecks." Upon seeing Mr. Poopybutthole scowl at her, she grinned. "Oh, what's the matter, Poopy?" She pinched his cheeks. "Does this lil' poopy pants not want to be a lil' poopy superstar?"

Cecelia was then caught off guard as a portal suddenly appeared. Lori stepped out of it, aiming a laser gun at her. "Step away from Mr. Poopybutthole." Cecelia raised her hands to surrender.

"Lori!"

"PB!"

Lori ran over and freed Mr. Poopybutthole from his restraints. He smiled gratefully. "Lori, you came to rescue me!"

"Of course I did! It's literally the least I could do to make things up to you."

Mr. Poopybutthole waved his hand dismissively. "Ah, forget it Lori. You're one of the sweetest girls I've ever met. Don't let no one tell you differently."

Lori smiled at him with tears in her eyes. "Wow...that's so..." Cecelia then quickly ran up to Lori and knocked the gun out of her hands. "Hey!"

"Pure poison!" Cecelia snapped. "Your venomous words may be tight around Mr. Poopybutthole's brain, but you need to work on tightening your grip, madam. Now please, will someone dispose of this woman?"

One of the bodyguards got out her own gun. "With pleasure boss!"

"Oh my! Lori, I'll save you!" As the bodyguard fired her gun, Mr. Poopybutthole jumped in front of the blast.

"PB! No!" After getting hit, Lori picked him up and cradled him. "Oh my God PB...they shot your hat off!"

Mr. Poopybutthole stood up. "Oooh. Ah thought I was gonna die!"

Lori hugged him. "Me too! I'm so glad you're okay."

Meanwhile, Cecelia was growling in anger. "Ugh, useless! Your top hat was your main appeal and without it you're nothing!"

Lori gave Cecelia a dumbfounded look. "Are you serious?! Mr. Poopybutthole is way more than his hat! Actually, you know what? Whatever, I'm literally done with this." Lori got a spare laser gun to keep Cecelia and her bodyguards back while she got out her portal gun and fired a portal. "You ready to go home, Mr. Poopybutthole?"

"Oooh wee, I sure am, Lori." After Mr. Poopybutthole picked up his cane, the two left through the portal. Once they left, Cecelia could do nothing but scream in rage.

...

A portal appeared in the now empty studio as Lincoln, Luna and Mick Swagger stepped out of it. "Hello? Is anybody here?" Lincoln called out.

The three looked around until Luna noticed the President was tied up. "Mr. President!" Luna, along with Lincoln and Mick, darted towards him and untied him.

The President gasped for breath as he climbed onto the console and pressed a button. "This is Bluebird. Code tango-niner-alpha. Abort launch. Abort! Hello?" There was no response. "He's blocked me out."

"Sir, we need to get to the stage and help Grandpa Rick get schwifty!" Luna stated.

The President stood up properly as he faced the group. "It won't matter how schwifty you get, Luna. The General's got nukes set to launch halfway through Earth's song!"

"We'd better ride one of them Blackhawks there then, eh?" Mick Swagger suggested.

"I...don't exactly know how to ride one." The President admitted. "But I'll do what I can."

...

Meanwhile, a sheepish Rick and a depressed Lynn Sr. stood on stage before the cromulons. "SHOW ME WHAT YOU GOT."

"Ahem." Rick pressed a button on his keyboard which played a low-key, bouncy song. "Uhhh...lop-oo-lop-oo-lop-oo-dups, nop-oo-nop-oo-nop-oo-nuts."

...

Leni and Luan were watching TV when a portal appeared with Lori and Mr. Poopybutthole stepping out of it. "Hi, Lori. Hi, Mr. Poopybutthole." Leni greeted. She then noticed what Lori was wearing. "Hmm. I'm not really sure those kind of stripes are working for you Lori."

Lori looked down at her shirt before rolling her eyes. "I'll change out of it later."

"So where've you guys been? Did you two go on your own adventure?" Luan asked.

"Yeah, it was... actually kinda fun!" Lori admitted, surprising herself. "So, did I miss anything while I was gone?"

"Well, after those giant heads appeared, Scoots tried to set up a cult and-"

"And that's about all I needed to hear."

...

"Nup-oo-nup-oo-nup-oo-nups..." Rick noticed the cromulons were frowning at him. "Ooh, tough crowd." The cromulons then started to boo. Luckily, a helicopter clumsily flew by as Lincoln, Luna, Mick and the President came down from it, causing the cromulons to cheer. "Lincoln! Luna!"

As the unmanned helicopter flew off to crash away from the stage, Luna went over to Rick and her dad. "Guys, I'm so sorry. I acted way out of line." She then noticed her Dad was still despondent. "Dad, I'm really sorry I tried to kick you out. We're a family band and playing wouldn't be as fun without you."

Lynn. Sr. brightened up. "You mean it?" After Luna nodded, he brought his cowbell back out. "Apology accepted! THE BELL IS BACK!"

Meanwhile, the President grabbed a microphone to talk to the control room staff. "Call off the nuclear strike! This is the President. Stop the nuclear missile launch!"

"Just launch the missiles!" General Nathan ignored the President's order and slammed his fist on one of the computers.

This caused two missiles to be sent flying towards one of the cromulons. Unfortunately, General Nathan had severely overestimated the size of the missiles compared to the cromulon as the missiles did very little to it beyond irritate it. "BOO! NOT COOL! DISQUALIFIED!"

The cromulons powered up their plasma ray and had it fire towards the Earth. However, before it hit the planet, something flew in the way of the blast, blocking it. "Ice-T?!" Everyone shouted.

Ice-T was slowly crumbling from the plasma ray's power. "That's right, it's me, Ice-T! I care now! You made me care more! With all due respect, I'd like to hear what Rick and his family have to play."

"What do you say, Grandpa Rick?" Luna asked.

"I say..." Rick grabbed the microphone. "Let's do it!"

Lincoln pressed a button on the keyboard causing a different beat to start playing. The cromulons start to cheer as they stop firing the laser. Apart from Lynn Sr. who was still going at the cowbell, everyone, including the President, simply danced and sang along with Rick.

All right!

Ohhhh yeahhhh!

Come on, here we go!

Ohhhh yeahhhh!

Say it with me!

Head bent over

Raised up posterior

Head bent over (ahh yeah)

Raised up posterior

Head bent over (yeah)

Raised up posterior (oh yeah)

Head bent over (oh yeah)

Raised up posterior!

"Luna! Take a solo!" Rick shouted. Luna grinned as she grabbed her guitar and rocked on as the song finished up.

The cromulons smiled at them. "After 988 seasons of Planet Music, the cromulons have decided to declare Earth the final winner and bring our musical reality show to a conclusion. Goodbye!" The planet was then transported away and put back where it was.

Everyone cheered in celebration before Mick Swagger approached Luna. "Hey, mate! You guys looked like you were having fun out there!"

Luna smiled. "We were."

"And you were brilliant. You've got real talent."

Luna blushed as she rubbed her arm. "Thanks. And thanks for that little talk back at Birdperson's place. It really helped straighten me out. I was being horrible." She could also thank Birdperson for helping her straighten out. In fact, thanks to him, she had finally managed to let go of the valentines day incident by doing the only thing she could do. By choosing not to think about it. She didn't mention that to Mick though.

"No worries love." Mick then noticed Lynn Sr.. "You were great, too! I love that passion on the cowbell!" Lynn Sr. gasped at the praise before fainting from shock.

Meanwhile, Lincoln was shaking hands with the President. "I hope I can call on you again if we need you, Lincoln."

"Sure thing!" Lincoln got his phone out. "Hey do you think I could get a selfie with you?"

The President waved over his secret service. "Sorry Lincoln but no and if you try to tell anyone what happened here, we'll deny it and probably worse."

A secret service agent grabbed Lincoln's phone and snapped it in half. Lincoln looked down in disappointment. "Understood." Despite what he just did, the President couldn't help feeling sorry for the boy. Especially as he couldn't shake the feeling that he had met Lincoln somewhere before.

"DIIIIEEEE!" General Nathan came running at the group with a gun before Rick fired an energy blast from his wrist watch, making him instantly disappear.

The President stared at Rick in shock. "So, you can just disintegrate people."

"Particle beam in a wristwatch. It's as instantaneous as it gets." Rick explained.

The President couldn't help but wonder why he didn't have access to the kind of technology as he started to feel a small bit of envy towards Rick. "Right..."