A few mild dribblings of spittle managed to wind their way down Rick's chin, his glazed eyes wandering to and from one end of the cosmos to the next as some part of him must have considered the question at hand.

"Tur-Turns out Mr. Poopybutthole doesn't know how to drive Morty, I asked him to land the ship for us, and he- *bLURp* ended up putting a-a hole in his spleen." At the second question Rick furrowed his brow and tried to concentrate, his hand rising up and giving him another ice cold lick of delicious ice cream as he turned the wheel of the space car gently to counteract the now approaching gravitational forces.

"... Morty, until the council of Ricks came to collect you on planet Vorpchunks, did you even know there was a council? I-I mean, it's a council of Ricks Morty, just a bunch of Ricks Rickin' each other off... Not even giving a Rick... I mean, hell Morty, they didn't even bother to *BluRp* wipe y̴o҉ur̡ ̕m͟em̕ory̧..."

Rick veered the steering wheel, his eyes glancing at one of the meters just as it began to show the faintest of readings. Rick pulled the ship into a dive, the g-forces shifting oddly.

"Guess we're gonna have to stop at the candy store early..."

Morty watched Rick's reaction to his questions. He half-expected him to shrug him off or ignore him altogether, so he turned his head away just before Rick began to speak. Despite his attention being on the stars, Morty listened. He winced when he was told what had happened to his grandfather's friend, who he wasn't sure about either way. The guy seemed kind of weird.

He looked over at Rick when he mentioned the council, and shrugged. "I-I guess." He was going to say something, particularly to joke about how well Rick's name could be used for anything. But he didn't get the chance, as the shift into a dive cut him off. His stomach lurched, and his face paled slightly at the shifting g-forces. "Ugh," he groaned. Something was off. He looked to Rick again, eyeing his ice cream cone.

"Where'd you get that, anyway?" He gestured to the ice cream.

Rick said something that was for the most part inaudible, his grip on the steering wheel tightening as the spacecraft sank below the stratosphere and began entering alien airspace. Rick seemed to be taking a lot of unnecessary turns and twists as he went, unusual food debris and wrappers whizzing past the windshield as they descended. It wasn't long before they passed through a layer of smog and clouds and were treated to a scene of an unfathomable corporate warehouse and production factory. A few jounces later and they had landed gracefully in the littered parking lot.

"T-There's a box in back Morty, plenty of i̶c̨e͟ cre̴a͡m for everybody..."

Rick stepped out of the car calmly and waved at an approaching passerby before drawing his pistol and firing once. The alien creature shrieked insanely before bursting into a cloud of fluorescent bubbles which drifted away on a small rainbow. Rick put his pistol away and muttered something to himself for a few seconds afterwards.

"Let's go Morty, we don't want another one of those things c̴̨a̵͏́t̷̵͘c̸͢h̸̶̵i͟͜n̛g̷͢ ̶́u̵̡p͝ ͟t̵́ó͢ ͠u͏s҉. They- They can smell i͏ce̶ ͘c̵r̶e̸a͜m from a mile away-"

Rick started making his way towards the factory, his eyes on the sky as he moved towards an alleyway and towards a shady looking doorway marked "exit only"

Morty glanced towards the back, then nervously rubbed the back of his neck as he looked to Rick. "But that...I mean that doesn't really e-explain-" Morty cut himself off as Rick got out of the car. Sighing, Morty followed. He took a couple steps away from the ship, looking around as he did.

"What-What kind of candy store did you say this was, Rick?" Morty turned his attention back to him just in time to see his grandfather shoot his pistol. "Oh my god!" he shrieked, briefly throwing his hands on his head. His eyes followed the trail of colorful bubbles that was once the strange creature. "J-Jeez, Rick! He didn't seem too bad!"

Despite his argument, Morty hurried to keep up with Rick. The nervousness on his face had noticeably increased, and would continue to do so as he took another look around. He had almost been expecting a normal, delightfully cheery candy store run by a race of pleasant aliens. Almost.

Upon reaching the door, Rick would take a quick look around for any more of the six armed monsters that might be happening by and knocked firmly on the door in a rhythmic fashion. It would open easily enough, the more professionally dressed six armed brown thing taking a quick glance in a fashion not completely unlike Ricks before he ushered the duo in and anxiously started wringing his hands.

The inside of the building was perfect.

Almost breathtaking, a strange luminescent purple waterfall in the distance mimicking something they had no doubt picked up on some primitive alien culture's haphazardly scattered radio waves some few decades before. It was a candy paradise, covered with impossible delicacies designed to simulate living creatures in an ecosystem that could only have been dreamt into creation by a struggling genius in his death throes or madman who by chance had seen some impossible truth about the nature of existence and chose to parody it.

One of the brown stick bug looking creature's four eyes seemed to tick nervously as he lead the duo forward, his voice doing it's best to hide his anxiety.
"Good to see ya Rick, Buddy, ooohhhhheeeeey~ this must be your grandson! Marthy right? Marta? Can I call you Mart or am I being a little too forward?"

Rick cleared his throat, his eyebrow jouncing just heavily enough to show we was irritated at having to speak for any reason at all.

"Morty, this is Flembrop Shimsham. He's *bLuRp* what this planet considers a geneticist."

Flembrop felt this was the perfect opportunity to interject himself. Again. "A sucro-geneticist actually, the best there is at what I do. Not a mind in the galaxy that can create a series of functioning carbonyl refurbulation anomers like I do~."

Rick rolled his eyes, a signal that prompted the brownish scaled thing to turn back to it's original task of leading them down the chocolate pathway and towards the butterscotch lake in the distance. He didn't seem horribly phased by Rick's disapproval. "But hey, of course, of course, you guys aren't here to chit chat with little old me, you're here for the grand tour! The big show~! Right this way, you're gonna love this, I promise~!

By now Morty would probably have started to notice the caramel squirrels jumping from tree to gumdrop tree and the peanut brittle turtles slowly winding their way across the butterscotch lake. He might even have noticed the strange and very literal jelly-fish drifting through the air in the distance.

Not surprisingly, Morty didn't really understand any of what Rick and Flembrop were saying. Sucro-geneticist? Carbonyl refurbulation anomers? He was still stuck on what a geneticist was. Of course, he wasn't going to fill Rick on that, though he was sure the old scientist already knew that Morty's fourteen year old brain was lost. Still, all he did was nod and lift his hand in greeting to Flembrop.

He trailed alongside them as they ventured deeper into the sweet world they had just stepped into. Morty's attention went from the chocolate ground, to the butterscotch lake, then zipped up to the jellyfish he just barely caught sight of. "Whoa," he breathed, then took in a deep breath through his nostrils. Mouth-watering smells swirled together, not individually identifiable to Morty, but created a delicious aroma altogether.

From above, a few gumdrops were jostled from their branches by the caramel squirrels. They bounced off Morty's head, making him look up and see the colorful, chewy looking critters that bounded out of sight. He smiled brightly. Out of all the places he had been, all the nightmarish worlds he had been dragged to, this was a much welcomed surprise.

"You know, Rick, I gotta admit that I wasn't sure about this place before. B-But damn, this is awesome!" Morty caught another fallen gumdrop and popped it in his mouth.