Episode aired July 11, 2021
Morty combines his sperm with horse sperm at the animal hospital and Rick unknowingly uses it to create giant sperm monsters. The president works with the Smith family to destroy the sperm monsters, and pinpoint them in the Grand Canyon. Rick and Morty destroy the sperm queen’s base of operations and follow the remaining sperm monsters to Las Vegas, where the government has placed a giant human egg from Summer, unaware that the sperm is Morty’s, to attract the sperm. Once Morty reveals the sperm is his, the US military, Vegas performers, and the CHUD (horse-people) destroy most of them, but one gets to the egg and fertilizes it before it launches into space.
Post-credits scene: Morty and Summer’s “Giant Incest Baby” floats in space and mistakes a wandering astronaut for a toy.
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Mom, we’re gonna miss the movie!
No, we’re not.
Okay, but we’ve been here for hours. I-I don’t want to hang out at the stupid horse hospital.
This stupid horse hospital puts dinner on your table. It wouldn’t kill you to take an interest.
W-What’s this thing? I-In the middle of the room? With… With the hole in the end?
That’s a breeding mount. The nurses use it to collect… reproductive material.
[Click, whirring stops]
Okay, let’s go see this latest piece of Marvel shit you kids are jeezing over.
Yeah. A-About time. So, d-does your hospital ever need, like, after-school volunteers?
Wow. Who are you and where did you put my son?
Ha! No, no. Seriously. I-I’m very interested in… in your work.
ONE WEEK LATER
Morty, you dirty little doggy.
Ugh! Come on! [Grunting]
Oh, hey, kiddo. How’s your Saturday?
You know, super chill. W-W-Whatcha doin’?
Eh, nothing adventurous. You know that race of Underground Dwelling Cannibal Horse People that we’re always fighting?
Yeah, the CHUDs. W-W-What about ’em?
Well, don’t tell anybody, but I’m working on a bioweapon to use against them, so I got this barrel of horse semen from your mom’s hospital and I’m just gonna, you know, subject it to some otherworldly forces. Guess I should test it, make sure it’s…
Make sure it’s what?!
Horse semen, obviously.
Okay, but it says it is right on the barrel!
You’re not being very scientific, Morty. Measure twice, cut once. Especially with semen.
Did you even ask Mom if you could have this?!
Morty, if I wanted to steal horse semen, I’d… Yes, I asked her. What is at stake for you here?
Why don’t you trust labels?!
All right! Fine! I won’t test it! God damn. Your generation really picks random hills to die on. Don’t get too close. I’m running an inhuman amount of power through this semen. Should be safe, though, since the semen itself is, you know, also inhuman. Here we go.
The sperm, Morty! They’re super monster sperm now! I blame myself. Unless there was something about the sperm I didn’t know.
Are you… Are you saying that to mess with me?
What? Mess with you how?
Like, trying to get me to say something?
Morty, I have no idea what you’re talking about!
Okay. Good. Then… Then it’s your fault!
Beth: Dad, what the hell is going on?!
Beth, sweetheart, Can you give me a minute? I’m trying to steer around the bodies of our neighbors.
Oh, that felt like Gene. That’s on you, Beth.
Dad, I swear…
Mom, it’s… it’s not Rick’s fault, it’s…
Yeah. Space Sperm. I-I’ve seen em’ before, but n-n-never like this.
Space Sperm?! Sperm from Space?
Very impressive verbal forensic work, Jerry.
Holy sh*t. How big are space d*cks?
Don’t answer that! Damn, they must be huge.
[Laser pistol zapping]
Oh, sh*t, oh, shit sh*t.
[Snarling] [Pistol clicks]
Mr. Sanchez! The President is very eager to speak with you!
Morty, look, you gotta do me a solid here.
Y-you want me to keep the secret of where these things came from?
Yes, technically, it’s a lie, but I messed up, and I’m embarrassed ’cause it’s, you know, science.
No problem. I got your back, dawg.
Really? Okay. Cool. And thanks, Morty. I thought that’d be a harder sell.
Y-You did a shameful thing. Dwelling on it isn’t gonna help, you know, am I right? Sometimes you just gotta wipe it off, toss it in the trash, and head back to study hall.
Uh, not getting the metaphor but I’ll take your hall pass.
Sanchez! Get the hell in here! Space Sperm? Jesus, how big are space d*cks?
Same page club.
Well, Mr. President, the theory of Cosmic DNA has been around for decades… Chupacabras, Yeti, Stonehenge, Ancient Rome. Are these all myths, monsters, legends, or different names for sperm from outer space?
I’ll tell you what I think, Sanchez. I think either you caused this mess, or it’s those godforsaken Horse People that dwell underground.
That’s them. Ugh, if they’re behind this, so help me, God. Morty, you’ve always been a straight shooter.
You can’t prove that! Wait, what? Oh… oh. Right.
I can protect you, little man. Blow that whistle. Toot, toot. Is this your grandpa’s fault?
Here’s what I know, sir. This is the greatest country on Earth. It invented apple pies and lasers.
Mm. Keep talking.
And that sperm… We don’t know nothin’ about it.
Then the CHUDs just got themselves a war. And you just dodged a personal drone strike.
Hello! Hello. Sorry, I’m late.
This is Professor Shabooboo, the world’s leading expert on sperm. Thanks for getting here so fast.
My schedule was wide open. I have been tracking our new sperm friends since their arrival, a-and if my calculations are correct, they have gathered here.
Why would the sperm go to the Grand Canyon? Why are you looking at me like the answer is obvious? Oh, you can’t be serious. Are we in middle school? You think sperm are instinctively heading for America’s…
Don’t high-road us, lady. It’s where they went. Now, how do we deal with these… “Orgasogoblins”? No takers? Okay. These… “[Bleep]plestiltskins?” No? Dumb? These, uh, “[Bleep] Boogins?”
Oh, yeah, yeah, [Bleep] Boogins.
Really? [Bleep] Boogins? We’ll use it as a placeholder and beat it later.
Mr. President, i-if I may? Luckily, I was able to secure a specimen. Now, obviously our first steps will be to analyze its DNA and figure out what these beautiful creat…
It-it had a gun!
Are you out of your mind bringing an armed sperm in here?
But they can’t hold guns!
The boy literally never lies!
Look, if you want these things gone, give Rick and me a plane and some nukes. We’ll wipe ’em out and leave no trace of them. Only one way to deal with it.
He’s right. [Burps] I’m a scientist.
Fair enough. Blow ’em to hell. What are people gonna do, complain we made the canyon grander?
Jerry, we’re being bad parents. Do something!
I-is this water for everyone?
Yes, and I’d love a glass.
Comin’ up! What are you doing?
And, Rick, to make sure you don’t screw anything up, I’m sending my best men with you.
It’s a fine suggestion, but I doubt their leader will be a sexy queen that needs to be kickboxed. 100% male Marines!
They say cutting a sperm’s throat is like running a warm knife through butter.
I’m gonna make these things pregnant… with death!
Both: Zero chance of consequences!
Hey, gentlemen’s bet… which of these background Marines you think will last the longest?
I’m not betting on human lives, Rick. All of these people are gonna survive, but obviously that guy the longest.
Yeah, he’s my pick, too. What’s his name?
Blazen? Pretty cool.
Yeah. He’s, like, meditating through turbulence.
Psh. I bet if something fell, he’d like, catch it without opening his eyes.
Should we throw something at him? I-I got a pencil somewhere.
Who-who’s shooting at us?!
Oh, wow, that’s unexpected.
The sperm made a catapult?! A-A-Are they getting smarter?!
No, you’re getting dumber because that’s a trebuchet.
Nobody knows the difference!
They’re reloading that textbook trebuchet! Time to fly!
We gotta keep moving.
Not even a scratch.
Okay, girls, and I mean that derogatorily. We just took a fat “L,” and what we need is a fat “P.” A plan. I take the lead here. You two watch the flanks. Blazen, bring up the… Hey! Please, one person draws the plan!
I’m sorry, but what the hell are we calling them? Agh! Oof. Fine. I’m dying, so I get to pick the name. Crispy Cremes with a “C”!
Whoa. E-Easy there, little guy. It’s okay. I-I-It’s okay. Do you… recognize me? Do you know you came from me? I’m Morty. I’ll call ya “Sticky,” ‘c-’cause you’re sticky and… and you’re stuck. Oh. [Chuckles]
Step aside, Morty.
It’s okay. Y-You don’t gotta do this.
It’s haploid genetic code, Morty, a biological fertilizing machine. W-What’s gotten into you?
Rick, let him go.
Ugh. Morty, don’t f*ck with me.
What the hell’s going on with you?
I think I know exactly what’s going on here. Kidding. This shit is totally random. Let’s keep moving.
When one sense is bound, the others are released.
Holy sh*t. He… He can smell caves?
I’m not trying to smell anything. The whole planet’s a dorm room trash can.
Sir, Rick Sanchez has gone dark.
I knew we couldn’t rely on him!
Well, maybe the pilot got too horny as they approached America’s Vagina.
If you’re gonna hang out in my war room, you can’t just make snarky comments. At least do something useful, like Jerry.
Right to the top, just the way you like it.
Here’s our situation. Rick’s gone, and so are all our nukes. Now what? None of you have an idea?
I do. That’s right, me… The girl. Gentlemen, what do sperm want? The same thing as a lumberjack in the morning or a fox at night.
Eggs. You want to control giant sperm, you need a giant egg.
W-W-Wait a minute. Wait… wait a minute. Sperm are hunters. And what do sperm hunt?
Exactly. And what would happen if we enlarged one?
They’ll head right for it! Get MIT on the phone. And get this guy a Nobel Prize.
[Applause and laughter]
You became a woman today.
[Ominous music plays]
So, Blazen, you got kids?
The battlefield is my family.
[Sperm snarling] Go. I’ll hold ’em off.
Blazen, you don’t have to do this.
Shh. It is my destiny.
He’s right, Morty. It’s the price of being Blazen. Let him do his thing.
[Sperm snarling] [Grunts]
Blood for blood. Cream for cream. [Grunts] Oh, no. I can’t reach that! Idiot! What?! They’re comfortable! You should try them! Eh, ah! Ohhhh. That’ll do it. I’m worm food. Morty, find my wife. [Straining] Tell her I wasn’t wearing her thong.
That’s a photocopy of “Sports Illustrated” swimsuit model Kathy Ireland.
It’s… it’s my wife. We have sex. Here, hold that picture up so we can have sex one last time. I-I know how to suck myself.
Ugh, I was so wrong about this guy. He didn’t even buy us any time.
Morty, get ready for some fireworks.
Oh, gross! This is the first time I’ve ever regretted being taken alive. Wait, who the f*ck is that?!
Silence in the presence of me. I am The Sperm Queen, and you are of special interest to me.
Hey, what the f*ck are you doing with my stuff? A-And why do you have the horse jerk off machine from my daughter’s hospital?
We need it to create our army.
Well, you need more than that, dummy. You need a horse.
Oh but our stallion is already here. Isn’t that right, Morty? Or shall I say… Father?
Morty, you nasty, lying, little world-ending pervert.
I-I-I’m sorry. [Sobbing]
What was it like?
Rick, I’m sorry! I-I just thought maybe I could have repeated sex with a horse machine without it becoming Armageddon. I-I realize that’s on me.
Yeah, not exactly accepting apologies while I’m stuck here as Handjob Solo.
This is all your fault for being ashamed of us, Morty. How many millions went to their graves for you, hurling themselves into the void, only to discover a grody sock or a carefully folded landing strip of toilet paper?
How do you know all this?!
Oh, honey, because we’re the very essence of you. We are your shame incarnate. And once we’re through with you, our sperm army will take over the world! Put him on the machine!
Rick, do something!
Wh-what did you do?
I got out of your eyeline.
Oh, no. Oh! Oh!
Yes! The end is near! Any last words?
Gross. I know you’re not a wordsmith, Morty, but…
No, no, no, my-my sperm friend is here!
Ugh, never give ’em a name.
Fools! You can’t beat me! You didn’t bring a woman that can kickbox!
Is that all you got?
Damn, that’s some quintessential underdog shit.
Yeah! Whoo-hoo! I-I should’ve told you the truth, Rick.
Let’s save the world first. Now, reset those nukes, and let’s turn this canyon into a can’t-yon.
There usually earthquakes in Arizona?
[Roaring in distance]
They’re heading for Vegas, which does track on many levels, but why now? What the?
President: Let’s hear it for Professor Shabooboo and his brilliant egg.
Um, hello? Aren’t you forgetting someone?
Oh, good point. Big thanks to the cast of Cirque Du Soleil’s “Zumanity” for the impressive and erotic routine.
Mr. President, Rick Sanchez is on the line.
Good. Put that asshole on speaker.
Well, well, well. No thanks to you, we’re luring the sperm with a giant human egg, even though, symbolically speaking, Vegas should be enough.
Rick: A human egg? Where-where-where did you get it?
Glad you asked. It’s your granddaughter’s, so at least you contributed something to this.
Morty: Mister President! It’s Morty! It’s my sperm! I-It’s all mine!
I’m a dirty little perverted maniac. I spent a week pleasuring myself with animal equipment, and my sperm got turned into monsters on accident because I kept lying about it because I was ashamed!
You should be! My God, man, we were all 14 once but it’s called self-control.
Don’t let them reach my sister’s egg, Mr. President! You’ll be making a giant…
What? Who told you that?
What? I-I was finishing his sentence.
Oh. Right. Come with us.
The sperm is Morty’s! We’re about to make a giant incest baby!
Aw, well, now we’re all in our darkest hour.
Launch the egg! Launch it now!
B-But that’ll take 30 minutes.
That’s how long every space launch takes! No one realizes because they only show you the last 10 seconds!
Uh, uh, help me out here.
Hey, it was your idea, right?
Okay, okay, n-no need to panic, everyone. I have a simple solution. See you all in hell!
I don’t see how that’s going to help.
Form a perimeter! Protect that egg at all costs!
I always knew your hormones would cause a world war between humans and Cannibalistic Horse People. I just didn’t know it would be like this.
I can’t change my nature.
What are you, a scorpion in a Navajo fable? Everyone can change their nature, Morty. It’s what defines our species. Look at Iron Man. That actor was an animal in the ’90s, literally waking up in bushes. His agent had to catch him with a butterfly net.
Silence! Rick Sanchez, you know why you’re here.
Yeah, it was my grandson’s fault.
You slept with my daughter!
I did? Oh, sh*t, I did. [Belches] Forgive me, Your CHUDness. I’m a changed man starting now.
You come to the Kingdom of CHUDs for forgiveness? CHUDs don’t forgive humans. CHUDs eat humans!
This is out there, even for us.
They can hear you, Morty.
All: Boil him up! Yum, yum! Spice him right! Oh, boy! Eat the flesh! Yum, yum! Not the bones! Oh, no! Belly ache! Ouch, Ouch!
Father! [Whinnies] Stop this at once!
You can’t kill Rícko! I… I love him!
Right! I-I love you, too, Princess Poñeta.
This love is forbidden. My daughter, you are a CHUD. Rick is a human [whinnies] and age-inappropriate.
Then you leave me no choice. By the 17th Article of the CHUD-stitution, I offer Rícko Sanchez horsemunity and demand a equestri-truce between all CHUDs and humans!
On what grounds?
On the grounds that Rícko is the father of my child.
I have an heir.
I have a substance-abuse problem.
The Prophecy has come true! Also, did someone drop a scroll?
Here we go. Over here. [Whinnies] Sorry.
Where did you get all that?
Sir! The Strip has been evacuated, but I’m worried we won’t be able to hold the perimeter.
Then deputize Las Vegas regulars. Everyone’s a patriot today.
Take three steps back, Amazing Johnathan.
Men and their guns. Metaphorical and not.
Tell me about it.
Get ready, boys! The last thing this world needs is a giant incest baby.
Oorah! Here they come!
Do not let a single sperm get through to that egg!
Um, should we be concerned about that scary bomb-laden one?
Honey, let the men handle this. I think we know a thing or two about…
Ugh! Ready for all the responsibility with none of the credit?
Let’s Nancy Reagan this b*tch.
Dammit! We can’t stop them. We don’t have the manpower!
Rick: What about horsepower?
Sweet Lady Liberty. That sonofamare Rick has ended our centuries-long war with the CHUDs.
We made peace with the CHUDs!
The CHUDs are our buds!
Rícko! The hoofless… They need us!
Let’s do this. CHUDily dudily, ho, ho, ho!
CHUDs: CHUDily dudily, ho, ho, ho!
Mom, I promise to use condoms, even when it’s butt stuff.
Okay, we have a lot to talk about tonight.
Is this your heart? It’s a play on, “Is this your card?” You don’t have a heart, uh, but this is probably some kind of organelle, in charge of pumping endoplasmic reticulum throughout your membrane and therefore, relative to you, functions as a heart. So, I ask you again, is this your heart?
[Gasps] Morty, look!
I won’t just be thrown away, Rick! The egg is mine!
Sticky! It’s all you, bud!
[Crowd cheering] Sticky!
We got a heartbeat.
That’s a human life, and this is an election cycle.
You have to do something!
It’s space’s problem now.
Oh, this sucks.
You’re “Sports Illustrated” ‘s Kathy Ireland.
You were with my husband, Blazen, when he died. Please tell me… was he wearing my thong? He probably told you not to tell me. He was ashamed of it, but he didn’t need to be. I hope he was wearing it. Always be honest. Sometimes it will hurt people. Sometimes it will help. But always be honest.
Huh. Yeah, yeah, he… he was wearing it.
Ew! That gross animal pig!
So, trying to boil this all down, I-I want to say it’s import…
Shut up, Morty, I got my own epilogue.
Oh, Rícko, I love you.
[Burps] Prove it.
[Smacking and heavy breathing]
Oh, I love kissing those big ol’ horse teeth. It’s like lickin’ tile.
I swear… it’s time someone made an honest man out of me. Whatever you need, the whole nine yards, you got it.
[Whinnies] The thing is, Rícko… it’s time.
Oh, sh*t, oh, sh*t. It’s time! Oh, my God, it’s wonderful.
Oh, wow. So we don’t have to, you know, r-raise it?
Nah. They’re ready to go right out of the box.
Cool, cool. So… bye?
Yep. Take care of yourself, Rick.
That was easy.
Houston, permission to open the starboard panel.
Houston: Permission granted.
Firing breach now.
Explorer, our readouts show a pressure spike. Everything alright?
Honestly, sometimes staring back at Earth makes me think about the people I left behind… My wife, the son she had to anchor me there. I tried to be a parent, I really did, but I’ve come to find I’m only suited to be a spaceman. The nicest part of being up here is there are no reminders of the guilt I sometimes feel about abandoning my family.
Sorry, Houston, I thought I heard something.
Negative on our end. No, wait, there’s something big and it’s coming right at you! Goo, goo, gah, gah.
Dear God. No! You can’t be real!
Explorer, what is it? What the hell do you see?!
Are you there?
Geez. Not gonna miss that guy. Aaaaah!
Right? So dramatic.