Little Concessions (Rick and Morty Fanfic)

Chapter Thirty-Nine - Something Ricked This Way Comes

We exited the elevator leading to Pluto's core. Scroopy Noopers was going to explain to us what's going on once we've gotten to it. At this point, I think Scroopy Noopers was more comfortable, putting his firearm away as he began to speak.

"The center of Pluto is made of a substance called "Plutonium"." As he started to clarify, we realized we were inside a cave at the center of Pluto. We noticed large illuminated blue tubes connected to smaller mechanisms on the floor, extracting glowing stones through them. He advanced, and Morty and I trailed behind, inspecting the area.

"Mines like these suck Plutonium up to the cities, where corporations use it to power everything. From diamond cars to golden showers. And the more we remove, the more Pluto shrinks..." As if on queue, we felt shaking underneath us, hearing rumbling for a brief moment before it stopped, "There it goes again, just shrank a little. But a few years ago, your scientists noticed Pluto had gotten so small they couldn't even call it a "planet" anymore. Should've been our wake-up call. But the rich Plutonians won't wake up, and they love your dad telling everyone Pluto's a planet because that means why can keep mining until Pluto goes from planet, to asteroid, to meteor, and finally..." Scroopy Noopers than took out white confetti from his pocket and blew it in the air, Morty and I looked up as it sparkled and slowly hit the floor.

"Um... a party?" Morty inquired, only to be met with a disapproving look from Scroopy Noopers.

"Is everyone in your family an idiot?"

"Well, for sure me and our dad are." Morty told him, but Noopers simply sighed and rubbed his face.

"Well, all you have to do is get him to admit that, and you could save four billion lives."

"Um, yeah, y'know, the thing is our dad's really insecure. He's also a little stubborn when it comes to his intelligence." I replied with a small shrug. Noopers rolled his eyes and let out a slight groan.

"It doesn't matter how insecure your father may be, do the right thing and talk him into saying it's not a planet. Do you want to be responsible for four billion lives?"

"No." Morty and I said in unison.

"Then go. The king is sending your father to another stupid rally soon, to tell more of Pluto that it's a planet. Don't forget to make him realize it's not, and admit that." He then showed us back to the elevator. Morty and I got into it after Noopers, who turned to us after pressing a button on the elevator.

"Your father isn't an actual scientist, is he?"

"Nope."

"Nuh-uh."

"Ugh, figures."

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As we were being transported to our next destination, we were all dressed in formal attire. Morty and I sat opposite Dad, who was preparing for the upcoming rally by checking his teeth, grooming his eyebrows, rehearsing smiles, and practicing his speeches. We were unsure of how to convince Dad to admit that Pluto isn't a planet, it was going to require a lot of effort.

"Alright, just one more rally, then I promise we'll get back to your science project."

"Dad, Pluto isn't a planet." I said to Dad.

"It's shrinking because of corporations." Morty added, Dad fixed his tie as he looked at himself in the mirror.

"Yeah, that's what that anti-planet nut job Scroopy Noopers was screaming about outside the minister of money's fundraiser. Are you two telling me four billion Plutonians are wrong?" He brushed some lint off of his shoulder.