Rick and Morty: Smartest Morty in the multiverse

Summer slammed the front door harder than necessary. The sound echoed faintly through the house, sharp enough to make Morty glance up from his bed. He heard her stomp upstairs, bedroom door shutting with a firm, annoyed click.

Morty gave a faint hum.

Typical.

He stretched, got up, and decided to indulge the low growl in his stomach.

By the time he made it downstairs, the house had settled into that familiar suburban quiet TV murmuring low from the living room where Jerry was half-heartedly flipping through channels like a man waiting for life to happen to him.

Morty stepped into the kitchen, grabbed bread, cold cuts, and mustard with practiced ease. It wasn't cooking. It wasn't anything special. Just a sandwich.

But apparently, that alone was enough to draw Jerry's attention.

Jerry peeked around the corner, eyes widening like he'd just caught Morty performing heart surgery.

"Morty… you know how to cook?"

Morty gave him a sidelong glance, deadpan. "It's a sandwich, Jerry."

The way he said it flat, sharp, just a touch too real hit harder than Jerry probably expected.

Rick, passing by on his way to the garage, caught it. He stopped in his tracks, looked from Morty to Jerry… and burst out laughing.

Not his usual dry chuckle this was a full-on bark of amusement that echoed off the kitchen walls.

Jerry, already red in the face, mumbled something under his breath and turned to make a quick exit—

Only for his loose shoelace to catch under his foot.

The man stumbled forward with all the grace of a collapsing lawn chair, arms flailing before landing hard on the floor with a grunt that sounded far too painful for a stumble that stupid.

Rick doubled over, laughing so hard he had to brace himself on the counter.

Morty calmly spread mustard on his sandwich, didn't even blink.

Just another normal evening at the Smith house.

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These chapter are smaller then usual because l am working on a longer chapter

Regardless love ya ❤️