Rick and Morty: My Grandfather is Rick?

With Grandpa asleep, Jerry's hopes were completely dashed.

So he had to face...face my ass! Strictly speaking, these little blue guys weren't even in the mood to pay attention to him! They were all busy fulfilling his damn demand to manufacture remote controls!

Batch after batch of little blue men work tirelessly to obtain raw materials and then process them into finished products!

The process of obtaining raw materials and processing them has become incredibly difficult due to interference from one party.

A large number of people had no choice but to be deployed to the battle.

Until...during her lunch break, Beth, who had undergone two emacotomies, went out for a meal and saw, about five kilometers away, a place that used to be a vast cornfield, a large number of tanks and armed helicopters...

"Jesus! What...what's going on?"

Beth, who had been focused on her work, finally remembered why the nurses looked so tense, as if they were willing to sacrifice their lives for a noble cause. What was the reason...?

So this is the war right before our eyes?!

WTF? !

Why did war have to happen?!

Is there anything in this world more frustrating than going out for lunch during your workday and witnessing a massive air-to-ground war unfold before your eyes?

Gone!

Ignoring her afternoon surgery, Beth, preoccupied with her family, got in the car and headed straight home. But the closer she got to her neighborhood, the more little blue men she encountered along the way.

"Jerry!!! What have you done?!"

In fact, the moment Beth saw the little blue man, she knew that Jerry was involved in this whole affair. After all, what else in the world could create a little blue man?

Gone!

There's simply no way to mass-produce so many little blue men except for the Mission Deliverable Box!

Knowing just how powerful these little blue guys were, Beth floored the accelerator and sped home, not even taking the keys out of the ignition before bursting into her house.

Upon entering, I saw...

Good guy!

A dozen or so bearded little blue men were staring at each other with their bloodshot eyes, adjusting their plans while continuously releasing more little blue men to assist them in completing their respective tasks.

The sheer number of little blue men spawning every second forced Beth, who had just rushed in, to be pushed out of the room by their enormous and ever-present numbers.

In her panic, she screamed inside, "Jerry! You fucking loser! What have you done?! Can't you just shut up for a minute?!"

Inside, Jerry, with no one stopping him, sat motionless on the sofa, only twisting his neck and shouting towards the door, "Help me! Beth! I'm inside!!!"

"I'll save you, my foot!!!" After struggling to squeeze in for ages, Beth retreated, glanced at the garage door on her left, and then decisively rushed towards it.

As Beth entered the dining room through her garage door, then turned into the kitchen and into the living room, she expected to see seven or eight menacing little blue men guarding her loser.

result...

He sat comfortably on the small sofa, and not only was no one paying attention to him, he even had a bottle of Coke in his hand and a bowl of potato chips in front of him, chatting with a strange young man.

Are you fucking kidding me? ? ? ?

The outside world is in complete chaos, and you're here comfortably drinking cola and eating potato chips, and then watching your parallel universe self as a superstar?

"what!!!"

For the first time, Beth, who had always played the roles of a good daughter, a good wife, and a good mother at home, pounced on Jerry like a mad dog, slapping him repeatedly across the face.

"Just tell me! On such an ordinary day! Why! Why! Did you! Have to cause such a mess!!!"

In a matter of seconds, Jerry received over a dozen slaps. Covering his face, he said, "This...this isn't my fault...I just wanted a remote control, but I forgot I could order it directly."

"So what?! What's the point?!" Beth roared.

"I asked them to make a remote control, but I never expected things to turn out like this. I really just wanted a remote control."

"Fuck!!!"

Beth stood up in despair, looking at Jerry with eyes full of disappointment. She had thought that after going through so much and with Grandpa's help, Jerry would finally have some... even just a little bit of responsibility!

The result will remain the same.

After dealing with the previous series of events, he is about to trigger a modern war that is gradually escalating over a remote control!

"Where's Rick? Where's Morty?"

Taking a deep breath, Beth began asking Grandpa and Morty where they had gone.

"Rick...Rick woke up once just now. I called him, but he didn't respond, so I didn't know what to do. As for Morty, I don't dare go near those 'Mr. Mission Accomplishment' types. I'm afraid..."

"What?! You're scared? You're scared of these guys you released???"

Beth pointed to the little blue men in the distance who were focused on their work and had no time to pay attention to Jerry. She really didn't know what kind of transformation her grandfather had made him into.

What happened to being both timid and tough?

How did this guy become such a complete coward?!

"Fine! You're unreliable anyway, I'll go find Morty and Rick myself!"

"and many more..."

"What! You finally mustered up the courage to come with me?"

"Could you get me some iced cola? I'm a little scared..."

"roll!!!"

Beth quickly walked to the top of the stairs and headed straight for the second floor. She rushed into Morty's room as fast as she could and woke him up, as Morty was taking a nap after dinner.

Then Morty, who had gotten up, glanced at the situation outside and yawned, saying with dissatisfaction, "You made it sound so tense. I thought female Rick was back. It's just some 'Mission Accomplished' types... Just have them complete Jerry's stupid order, isn't that enough?"

"But war is about to break out outside!"

"Relax..." Morty waved his hand dismissively, his face buried in the pillow, calmly reassuring Beth, "The time-travel incident, the suit-wearing Rick incident, either one of them was a multiverse-level event, yet you still went shopping and got your nails done as usual."

"Don't take these small, localized conflicts too seriously."

"Whatever I need to do, I'll go back to sleep for a bit."

"worn out..."

Chapter 437 I'm Going Back to Work

After saying those words, Morty simply fell asleep, completely ignoring his own community outside, which had been turned into an arsenal by the little blue man.

Beth ran her hands through her beautiful hair, scratching it frantically.

What does "small-scale" mean...?

What does "multiverse level" mean...?

What do you mean, just let them complete the task...?

Wait a minute! The Mission Accomplishment Box seems to be just a broken thing; these little blue guys will only disappear once the mission is completed.

Why not just let them do the task?

But when Beth recalled what she had seen and heard on her drive there—the pile drivers laying foundations for buildings, all the iron products being thrown into forges, and the weapons of war being mass-produced—she was overwhelmed with the experience.

Beth felt that this was most likely to be difficult to accomplish...

If it's just a matter of buying a ticket, who would bother manufacturing weapons and fighting their way out?

This...this...is so annoying! Why won't those people let the little blue man manufacture a remote control?!

Airport guards share the same predicament as Beth.

The escalating violence, from fists and feet to firearms, has caused heavy losses to both sides, but compared to the almost limitless number of little blue men, no one will shed a tear for them.

The number of dead and injured at the airport has exceeded a thousand, with wounded people everywhere and cries of agony filling the air.

What's even more painful is that, after fighting like this for so long, they still don't know what they're protecting...

This run-down airport?

Although the airport near Denver is the largest civilian airport in the United States and the second largest in the world, in terms of value, it is certainly no match for prime cities like New York, Los Angeles, and Washington.

What's the point of an airport if there are no planes?

Why would a group of all-blue guys want to take this broken thing away?

The soldiers didn't understand, and neither did those in command; they had no idea how the conflict had escalated so drastically.

It wasn't until the person who was blocking the little blue man from entering the airport was found and brought before him that the two sides began to discuss the initial conflict...

"What?! They just wanted to fly to South America to collect some natural rubber to make a remote control... Holy crap! Holy crap! Holy crap! Why didn't you just let them go directly there in the first place? Why did you have to..."

"Watch your attitude! That's the rule! They didn't have ID, nor did they offer any money for tickets. If we had let them through, we would definitely have been held accountable by our superiors. So, everything has to be done according to the rules..."

"Damn! 'Following the rules' is all you say! Do you know how many people have died already?! And it's not just in front of the airport! Those guys have even started building tanks to take over this airport!!!"

"I don't care about that! Anyway, I've followed all the procedures exactly as I've described! There's nothing wrong with it. If you want to change things up, that's your problem. If you're not satisfied, go find someone higher up yourself!"

bang~

After shooting the guy who appeared to be following the rules but was actually just shifting blame, the commander pointed to the guy's body and said to everyone, "This guy has been court-martialed for disobeying orders on the battlefield!"

Then, the commander looked at the still fierce battlefield in the distance. In order to prevent more soldiers from sacrificing themselves in a ridiculous remote control war, he gritted his teeth. In order not to face more people who had lost their husbands, sons and fathers, he ordered that no more little blue men be stopped.

"Let them go!"

"But..."

"Let them go!!! Anyone who thinks there's a problem with my orders! Then he should go to the front lines himself! Fight back alongside the soldiers who are still willing to fight! Don't sit in your office and let the lives on the front lines be sacrificed in vain!"

Under the commander's firm orders, the angry and confused soldiers made way, and by sheer coincidence, they managed to avoid the first real wave of mass troop production by the little blue people.

Those tens of thousands of little blue men, who were accelerating the production of weapons, vanished completely in the blink of an eye as soon as they sensed that they could pass through the airport smoothly.

This caused the little blue-haired men in the house, whose beards had progressed from full beards to goatees, to cheer in unison.

We got in! We finally got in!

If they can acquire rubber, their remote control manufacturing business will reach a new level!

Watching the cheering little blue guys, Beth, sitting on the sofa with a bowl of milk and cereal, turned her gaze away and glared fiercely at Jerry.

Damn it... I finally had a peaceful day, and you had to stir up trouble?