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We join Aquamarine and the Topaz twins at Beach City, being confronted by the Crystal Gems™ and Steven. Five humans–all of whom Steven’s friends–have already been captured and are imprisoned within the Topaz twins.
“We’re not here for any of you rogue gems,” Aquamarine assured the rebels, “We’ll leave you totally alone…if you tell us where we can find my dad.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” said Steven, knowing Gems don’t really have ‘dads’.
“Yellow Diamond asked for, a My-Dad, a Connie, a Lars, a Sadie, a Mailman, and an Onion-I-think. Six human variations specified in a report by Peridot 5XG.”
Steven recognized those names—they were the same ones he gave to Peridot when he first met her. He had no idea it would come back to bite him…then his concentration was broken by the sound of something vibrating in someone’s pocket.
Aquamarine pulled out a smartphone from her skirt. There was a new text from an unknown number. Nevertheless, it looked important enough for her to want to read it right then and there. Then she pocketed the phone and turned to the Topaz twins.
“Topaz,” Aquamarine ordered, “Let them go.”
“Wha?” said Steven, dumbfounded, and the Topaz fusion split apart, setting the humans free.
“We’ve been looking in the wrong sector of Earth,” Aquamarine explained, “My-Dad is not here, and I can only assume these humans aren’t the Connie, Lars, Sadie, Mailman or Onion-I-Think we’re looking for, either.”
The humans gathered beside Steven and the Crystal Gems™, anxious of what was gonna happen next.
“Terribly sorry to have disturbed you all,” said Aquamarine, “Have a nice day. COME, TOPAZ!”
The Topaz twins followed Aquamarine into their spaceship. It took off, a course set for a new batch of coordinates from the message on Aquamarine’s phone.
“Well that was a bit anti-climactic…” Amethyst bemused.
“Do you think we’ll see them again?” Steven wondered out loud.
“Not for a long time,” Garnet said, assuringly, “…at least not on the east coast.”
Meanwhile, somewhere near the west coast…
Rick ’n’ Morty were sitting around at home, watching TV. The good, inter-dimensional kind! Morty saw Rick secretly text somebody on his space phone before stashing it in his pocket.
“Rick, who’re you texting?” Morty asked.
“None of your business, Morty.”
Jerry sidled up right behind the two.
“Rick,” he said, “I’m drawing a line. You can’t just do your stupid experiments in my garage free-of-charge. Why don’t you go out and get a job?”
“Not if yURRPou don’t get one first,” Rick burped.
“Oof, burn!” said Morty, impressed.
He high-fived Rick, just as the doorbell sounded.
“Jerry, would you be a lamb and hold my spot on the couch till I get back?”
“Uh…” said Jerry, “Okay, sure.”
Jerry was a bit uneasy of Rick being nice to him all of the sudden, but he sat down anyway, next to Morty.
“What’s on?” Jerry foolishly asked.
“Tom and Jerry in which Tom wins,” said Morty.
Rick went to answer the door. Standing in front of him was Aquamarine.
“Are you My-Dad?” she asked.
“He’s in the back,” said Rick.
Joyously, she shrieked “WE GOT ONE, TOPAZ!”
The Topaz twins ran into the living room through the sliding door in the back of the house. They stood on either side of Jerry and fused, trapping him inside. Jerry was, obviously, scared out of his wits. Rick came back in just as the Topaz fusion was leaving. Jerry’s cries for help fell onto deaf ears.
“What the hell was that Rick?” said Morty.
“A crossover,” said Rick.
Aquamarine grabbed the door and yelled “Thanks for the tip, Sanchez,” before slamming it shut.
“Wait…what?” Morty reached over and grabbed Rick’s space phone from his pocket.
He saw that Rick sent a text to an unknown number. It said ‘My Dad is here’ followed by a Google Maps screengrab of their house and coordinates.
“You son of a bitch!” Morty said angrily, throwing the space phone at Rick’s head.
“I don’t know if you got the memo, but #jerryisanidiot.”
Long after the Gems’ departure, Beth appeared from the bottom of the steps.
“Dad, where’s Jerry?” she asked, worryingly.
“He went to the zoo,” said Rick, which for all intents and purposes, was metaphorically true.
“Oh,” said Beth, “Good for him.”