[Open on Morty combing his hair in the bathroom mirror. He is wearing an orange sweater vest, a yellow dress shirt, and an olive tie.] Pickle Rick: (offscreen, in the distance) Morty. Morty: Rick? [Morty stops combing, looks around, then continues combing] Pickle Rick: (offscreen, in the distance) Morty! Morty: Rick? Pickle Rick: (offscreen, in the distance) Hey, Mooorty! Morty: Rick? Are you far away, or are you inside something? [Morty opens a cabinet beneath the bathroom sink] Is this a camera? [Morty tries to look inside his comb for a camera] Is everything a camera? [Morty nervously glances around] Pickle Rick: (offscreen, in the distance) Morty, the garage, Morty. Come to the garage! [Transition to Morty entering the garage. There is a pickle and a screwdriver on Rick's work bench] Pickle Rick: Morty? Morty: Rick? W-where are you? Pickle Rick: On my work bench, Morty. Morty: Are you invisible and you're gonna, like, fart on me? Pickle Rick: Flip the pickle over. Morty: What, I'm gonna touch it, and you're gonna tell me it's an alien dick or something. Pickle Rick: Come on, flip the pickle, Morty. You're not gonna regret it. The payoff is huge. [Morty hesitantly picks up the screwdriver and turns the pickle over. The pickle has Rick's face on it] I turned myself into a pickle, Morty! Boom! Big reveal: I'm a pickle. What do you think about that? I turned myself into a pickle! W-what are you just staring at me for, bro? I turned myself into a pickle, Morty! Morty: And? Pickle Rick: "And"? What more do you want tacked on to this? I turned myself into a pickle, and 9/11 was an inside job? Morty: Was it? Pickle Rick: Who cares, Morty? Global acts of terrorism happen every day. Uh, here's something that's never happened before: I'm a pickle. I'M PICKLE RIIIICK!!
