Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

My king, it is our duty to follow you
[ Electricity crackling ]
we mean witchcraft dick.
to something with three syllables.
which checks for emergency clone dicks.
Morty! A clone?
Oh, believe me, son.
-[ Grunts ] -A query?
♪ Ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh ♪
All right, I get it.
We don't like to reveal them
That's -- Yeah, you nailed it.
And now this random fucking guy
Anyone can draw circles on a board and spout numbers.
Helios: What a wonderful thing to say!
That's not the same as reality.
Whoa, a sunspot! What? Where?
I-I wouldn't wanna do it differently.
Where are the Knights of the Sun when we need them most?
We got all the rings and all the balls.
Fairenheat: And that's when King Morty and Rick
Uh, not true.
War opened our eyes to the wonders of new technologies.
You're knights? With a "K"?
It's very complicated, but as long as The Knights
Oh, wow, you guys really embraced
♪ A pheasant plucked for my good king ♪
Sons of the Moon fiasco resolve itself?
Apparently living on the Sun has turned our veins
He didn't offer it to you.
♪ We had to run for shelter when the promise ♪
Yeah, man, all hail Mr. Brownstone.
Hold fire.
Listen, guys, c-can we not --
Morty: [ Thinking ] Run? You couldn't have just said that?!