Mortcation: Ricktional Mortpoon's Rickmas

"But Rick! Summer is being held hostage by a species of hyper-capitalist reindeer in the Andromeda galaxy, and Mom is currently arguing with a sentient wreath that wants to harvest her DNA!"

Morty sighs, following Rick out to the garage as a rogue sleigh-ship streaks across the sky, blasting festive synth-wave music. Ricktional Mortpoon's Rickmas Mortcation

Rick rubs his eyes and stumbles to his feet, grabbing his portal gun from the coffee table. "Ugh, fine. Grab your coat, Morty. We're going to save Christmas. But if anyone tries to make me drink eggnog with floating marshmallows again, I'm burning this entire dimension to the ground." "But Rick

Rick takes a loud, aggressive sip of a flask labeled 'SANTA'S TEARS' and burps directly into Morty’s face. "Relax, Morty. It’s a classic holiday tradition. You take the family, you stick them in a high-stakes, legally distinct sci-fi parody of a 1980s comedy, and you wait for the third-act catharsis. It's practically formulaic." "Ugh, fine