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. [i]Almost[/i].