It was early in the morning as Sid woke up. After yawning and stretching her arms, she turned to her desk and gave a pleasant smile to the tiny robot standing on it. "Morning, Butterbot."
"Good morning." Butterbot replied, as he did every morning ever since Rick gave him away to Sid. "Would you like me to help pass you the butter?"
Sid shook her head as she got out of bed. "Nah, it's cool. I can make my own breakfast." At this, Butterbot let out a sad sigh, causing Sid to give him a concerned look. "What's wrong?"
"Since I am unable to pass butter, I fear my existence is even more worthless than it was before." Butterbot explained.
"Aw, don't say that." Sid said, patting his head. "You've been a great help to me. Studying you has taught me so much about robotics. Besides, you don't have to just pass the butter. I bet there's other stuff you could do."
"Like what?"
Sid grinned nervously. "I'm...not too sure but I'm sure we'll figure out something eventually." She then left the room to make breakfast for herself, leaving Butterbot alone.
...
Rick was downstairs in the living room, watching some interdimensional cable when Leni came downstairs to approach him. "Um, Grandpa Rick, do you know why Cliff's started talking?"
Rick raised an eyebrow at her. "Who's Cliff?"
"Our pet cat, Cliff."
"Oh right. I-I forget we have pets sometimes. Well, whatever the reason is, it's nothing to do with me."
"Shouldn't we, like, be worried?"
Rick rolled his eyes. "Well, Leni, the Casagrandes have a parrot that talks like a human and nobody seems concerned about that so why should I be concerned about this?"
Leni frowned in thought for a moment before heading back upstairs and into her room where Cliff was lying on her bed. "So?" He asked, appearing to be talking with her telepathically.
"He, like, said he had nothing to do with you talking." Leni explained.
"Told you."
"But why are you talking?"
"Why should that matter?"
Leni scratched the back of her head. "I thought cats couldn't talk."
"Maybe it's time you stopped asking questions and started having fun."
Leni thought about it for a moment before smiling. "That doesn't sound so bad. What do you wanna do?"
"I want you to take us to the airport and get us two first-class tickets to Florida."
"Oh, um...ok?"
...
After school, Lincoln, Clyde and Ronnie Anne had decided to meet up besides Ronnie Anne's locker as they waited for Sid. Eventually, the three noticed her walking down the hallway. "Oh, Sid, watch out for the-"
"Gum?" Sid interrupted Ronnie Anne. "Saw it." She gave a peace sign before hopping over the gum. She then stepped on a banana peel, causing her to slip up. "Whoa, whoa, whoa!"
Luckily for her, Ronnie Anne managed to catch her. "Banana. I was gonna say banana." She let go of Sid, who took the banana peel off of her foot and threw it aside. "So, today's the day we have to pick an after-school activity. Did you guys figure out which one you're gonna sign up for?"
"I was gonna wait to see what Lincoln wanted to do so we could do it together." Clyde explained.
Lincoln chuckled nervously. "I may have lost my booklet when me and Rick traveled to the Garbloxian system."
"I had a problem with my booklet too." Sid explained as she got out her torn up booklet from her backpack. "My mom brought home a baby alligator from the zoo."
"It's okay, I've got mine." Ronnie Anne said as she got out a rather soggy booklet. "It only has Lalo's slobber on it." After she wrung it out, she opened it up. "We should totally pick an activity that we can all do together, I don't want anything cutting down on our hang time."
"Me neither. Do you realize if we don't do something together, we're gonna lose out on two hours of hang time a day?" Sid ranted. "That's ten hours a week and forty hours a month of not hanging out."
"Well, that isn't going to happen." Ronnie Anne assured her as she read through the booklet. "Hmm, Intro to Balloon Animals, Arc Welding..." Her eyes then widened. "No way, Lucha Libre? What do you guys think? Could that be our after school activity?"
"Yes!" Sid exclaimed. "I mean, whenever I've watched it with you, it looks pretty cool, let's do it."
"How about you guys?" Ronnie Anne asked Lincoln and Clyde, who both seemed much more nervous about the prospect than Sid was.
Lincoln shrugged, smiling nervously. "I'll try anything once."
Clyde gave a shaky thumbs up. "S-Sure!"
...
Lincoln, Clyde, Ronnie Anne and Sid entered the gymnasium where the Lucha Libre club was as they noticed a wrestling ring had been set up. "This looks awesome!" Ronnie Anne exclaimed as she and Sid ran over to a box full of wrestling gear. She got out two green masks and handed one to Sid. "Here, let's be green," she said as she put her mask on. "that way we can be on the same team."
"Sweet!" Sid exclaimed as she put her mask on. "Now, what are our character's backstories? Ooh, how about this? Since we're green, we can be radioactive booger-people." This got a laugh out of Ronnie Anne.
Lincoln and Clyde approached the box more apprehensively, taking out two red masks. "Are you sure this is a good idea, Lincoln?" Clyde asked.
"Honestly, not really." Lincoln admitted. The idea of wrestling wasn't so bad until he remembered that Ronnie Anne's body was much stronger than it should be.
...
The four stood in the ring with Lincoln and Clyde on one side and Ronnie Anne and Sid at the other. "So, uh, what are the rules?" Clyde asked.
"Well according to the booklet..." Ronnie Anne put on a devious grin. "There are no rules." Clyde gulped.
Sid then casually approached them. "So, what's your characters backstory? Are you both Aztec warriors lost in time? Or oranges who escaped from the juice factory?"
"Sid!" Ronnie Anne exclaimed in annoyance. "You're supposed to be fighting them!"
Sid's eyes widened. "Oh, uh, right!"
She then raised a fist at Clyde who immediately flinched, covering his face. "Ah! Don't hurt me!"
Sid immediately looked apologetic. "Oh! I'm sorry, Clyde."
Ronnie Anne then pulled Sid aside. "Alright, here's the plan, you lure them over here, and I'll jump off the ropes and pin 'em."
Sid looked worried. "But, won't that make them upset?"
"Don't worry about it. Just channel your aggression." Sid then started grunting as she tried to rile herself up. "Come on you can do it. What makes you angry?" Ronnie Anne grabbed her shoulders and shook her. "Tap into your tough side."
Sid kept trying to rile herself up, making some odd faces as she did so before she found herself distracted by a butterfly that fluttered by. "Ooh, a butterfly." She started to chase after it, giggling.
"Sid, wait!" Ronnie Anne called out before someone wrapped their arms around her from behind her. Lincoln had snuck up behind her and was attempting to pick her up. However, he was having very little affect on her. "Uh...what are you doing?"
"Trying to suplex you." Lincoln grunted before letting go of her, panting for a moment. "You know...I don't think this is really working out for us."
Ronnie Anne looked over at Clyde, who was lying on the mat, curled up into a ball, and Sid, who was still chasing after the butterfly, before sighing. "Yeah, you're right. Not much point in all of us being in a club if we're not all having fun."
Lincoln gave her an apologetic look. "Sorry. I know how much you like lucha libre."
Ronnie Anne shook her head. "Don't worry, we'll find another club we can do together, one that we'll all love."
...
Ronnie Anne got out the booklet from her locker and read through it again. "Let's see, Drama, Jewellery, Robotics, Wood Shop..."
Sid's eyes widened. "Woah, wait, Robotics? We have to!" She folded her arms, looking serious. "I'm not taking no for an answer." She then gave Ronnie Anne a pleading look. "Can we Ronnie Anne? Can we please?"
Lincoln smiled. "I don't have a problem with robotics."
"Yeah, that sounds way safer." Clyde added.
Ronnie Anne thought about it for a moment. "Sounds like fun, let's check it out."
...
In Robotics club, Sid was working on a robot that was roughly the same height as her. He had a purple head with light bulbs on either side that had a pink colander on top, an antenna attached to the colander, yellow eyes with square pupils, a toaster for a neck, an oven with dials and light-up squares on it for a torso, two arms made from flex-duct hoses, one with a spatula for a hand and one with a whisk for a hand, and one wheel. "This breakfast bot is gonna cook everything; eggs, bacon, toast, pancakes. How's your robot coming?" Sid asked Ronnie Anne.
Ronnie Anne's robot didn't look like much as it was simply a robot head on a pile of metal. "Good, I've finally figured out that this piece, attaches to this piece." She said as she as she put a spring over a bolt thread. The spring then bounced off, hitting Ronnie Anne's forehead. "Ouch."
At that moment, Sid finished working on Breakfast Bot as she picked up a remote control and gave two 'rock on' signs. "Alright! Who's ready for breakfast?" She then pressed a button on the remote, activating the robot.
"Breakfast is the most important meal of the day." Breakfast Bot said upon activating.
"Let's start with some hash browns." Sid instructed.
"Hash browns, coming up." Breakfast Bot replied before its lights went off. A moment later, it opened its compartment, revealing a plate of hash browns that it then picked up and handed to Sid. "Your hash browns are ready."
Clyde whistled, impressed with the robot. "That's a smart robot."
Sid chuckled, slightly embarrassed with the praise. "Thanks. I learned a lot about artificial intelligence from studying Rick's Butter Robot."
Lincoln raised an eyebrow at Sid. "Rick's Butter Robot?"
"Yeah, though I just call him Butterbot. Didn't you know about him?"
Lincoln shook his head. "No."
"Rick gave him to me back when we first met. Though it seemed like all he knew how to do was pass butter."
A look of understanding appeared on Lincoln's face. "Ah. That's probably why I've never heard of it."
"Anyway, how are you two doing?" Sid asked Clyde and Lincoln.
Clyde stared down at the mess of parts that he had randomly put together. "Yeah, I have no idea what I'm doing."
Fortunately for Lincoln, he knew a little bit of robotics thanks to Rick though his robot looked more simple compared to Sid's. "That's okay. Why don't you help me with this?" Lincoln offered to Clyde.
Clyde smiled. "Can do, buddy!"
"I'm almost done, can you connect the eye sensor to the servo motor?"
"Uhh, sure..." Clyde then reached into the robot and attempted to do what Lincoln said before closing it up.
Lincoln then picked up the remote for it. "Alright, let's see if this works." Upon activating it, the robot immediately blew up, leaving the four covered in soot.
"I don't think Robotics is working out for us." Clyde coughed out.
"Maybe you're right." Sid admitted before coughing. "Let's find another club."
"But you love robotics." Ronnie Anne argued.
"Yeah, but I'd rather find another activity than lose ten hours a week of quality hang time." Sid countered.
Ronnie Anne nodded. "Oh, definitely, we can not lose hang time."
...
Ronnie Anne was looking through the booklet again next to her locker. "Ok, there's Pottery, Knitting, Art..."
"Oh!" Lincoln exclaimed. "Why don't we try art?"
"That sounds like a great idea!" Clyde said excitedly.
Ronnie Anne gave Sid an unsure look, who merely shrugged. "Sure, I don't mind giving that a try."
Ronnie Anne sighed. "Guess it couldn't hurt to try it."
...
At the Art club, Clyde had just about finished paining a picture of One-Eyed Jack, who looked like he was punching something mid-swing. "Nice painting." Lincoln complimented.
"Thanks, I-WHOA!" Clyde looked over at Lincoln's painting to see that Lincoln had painted a rather detailed forest landscape. "That looks amazing!"
Lincoln looked rather proud of what he did. "Thanks. I've been practicing a lot lately."
Clyde then looked over at Ronnie Anne's painting, which looked like a load of smudges. "Uh, that's a nice...um..."
Ronnie Anne groaned in annoyance. "It's supposed to be Ana Ronalda. From Adios, Ana, Adios."
Clyde's eyes widened. "Oh, now I see it. Looks pretty good." Clyde gave Ronnie Anne a weak thumbs up, prompting her to roll her eyes. He then looked over at Sid. "How's your painting coming along, Sid?"
Sid gave an awkward chuckle before showing Clyde a painting of what looked to him like stick figures. "It's supposed to be Twelve is Midnight." She explained, looking slightly embarrassed.
Ronnie Anne sighed. "Sorry guys but I don't think this is working for us." This caused the other three to let out a sigh.
...
Lincoln, Clyde, Ronnie Anne and Sid sat on the school's front steps, all looking rather down. "What do we do now?" Sid asked.
Clyde perked up. "We could try the Glee club!"
Ronnie Anne winced. "Sorry Clyde, but I'm really not comfortable singing in front of an audience."
"Dang it." Clyde said in disappointment.
Lincoln's eyes widened. "I have an idea! What if we just started a new club that combines our favourite activities?"
Clyde raised an eyebrow at Lincoln. "You mean like a...robot fighting club?"
Ronnie Anne grinned. "That's the raddest idea I've ever heard. But we'd need to make a robot that could fight first."
Sid then remembered Butterbot. With a new, larger body and some upgrades, he'd be great for battling with. His A.I. would give him a big advantage over the competition. Plus, it'd give him a new purpose in life. "I have an idea!"
...
Word of the new club spread fast and gained the attention of a lot of students, including those from the Robotics club. Soon, the club was organised as a crowd of students were sat in the gymnasium where the wrestling ring had a cage around it in order to protect everyone outside of it and had the mat replaced with a metal flooring. Clyde was sat in a nearby commentary booth as he spoke into a microphone. "Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the first day of Robot Fighting Club!" The crowd of students cheered at this. "I'm your host, Clyde McBride and joining me in commentary is your favourite math teacher (and club supervisor), Mr. Goldenfold!"
Next to him, Mr. Goldenfold stood up, looking hyped up. "What up! Y'all ready to watch some robots get fucked up!" He shouted into his microphone, causing the students to cheer again.
Clyde winced. "Uh, maybe we shouldn't swear."
"Don't you tell me what to do." Mr. Goldenfold snapped as he sat back down.
Clyde cleared his throat as the two robots that were about to fight were already in the ring. "The first match is about to begin. In the left corner, we have the big bad Clawster!" Everyone cheered for a tall robot that had arms with claws for hands. The robot was being controlled by a girl from the Robotics club as she waved at the cheering crowd. "And in the right corner, once just a robot that was only made to pass butter, he's now in the ring, looking for action, give it up for Butterbot!" Everyone cheered again for Butterbot, who Sid had added quite a few upgrade to him. He was in a much larger but still similar body and now had spinning saw blades attached to his arms. He also had some flames painted on him, courtesy of Lincoln and also had a signature written on him that read 'Clidcolnnie McLoudiango'.
Lincoln, Ronnie Anne and Sid were outside his corner. "You got this Butterbot!" Sid cheered.
"Remember everyone, the match doesn't end until one of the robots is destroyed. Is everyone ready?" Clyde asked the competitors. Lincoln, Ronnie Anne, Sid and their opponent all nodded. "Ok! In three, two, one, FIGHT!"
The Clawster immediately went forward, readying its claw. "And the Clawster's immediately making his move!" Clyde commentated.
"Dang! That robot's looking for blood!" Mr. Goldenfold remarked.
The Clawster tried snapping its claws at Butterbot, only for Butterbot to easily dodge it. "Ooh, Clawster went for an attack but misses!" Clyde remarked.
"What the heck is Butterbot doing?" Mr. Goldenfold asked as Butterbot started backing away from the other robot. Butterbot then turbo boosted forward towards the other robot and used its saw arms to slice through the Clawster, cutting it into two. Everyone stared in shock for a moment. "What the hell just happened?!"
"I think we have a winner! Butterbot wins our very first match!" Clyde announced, causing the crowd to cheer. Butterbot simply raised his arms in victory.
"Damn, that was fast!" Mr. Goldenfold remarked.
As Butterbot left the ring, Sid ran up to it with a large grin on her face. "That was amazing! How are you feeling!"
"I have never felt more alive in my life." Butterbot replied.
"Hey, Lincoln?" Lincoln turned to Ronnie Anne giving him a worried expression. "So, are you and Clyde cool with this? It kinda feels like you two got the shorter end of the stick."
Lincoln gave her a reassuring smile. "It's cool. Me and Clyde don't really care what we do as long as we all get to do it together." Ronnie Anne smiled back at him. "Besides, that was awesome!"
"I know, right?"
...
Leni was sat next to Cliff as they sat on the plane ride to Florida. Leni looked somewhat worried. "I hope Grandpa Rick didn't mind me borrowing his money for those plane tickets. Hey, why can you talk again?"
"It's not important, Leni." Cliff replied.
"But, like, why are we going to Florida?"
"Because they don't ask questions. They play volleyball, they party, and they have fun."
Leni gasped. "But what if the Florida Man gets us?"
"The who?"
"The Florida Man! It's this crazy person I keep hearing about on the news! He's totally dangerous."
"Don't worry about it. We're just here to have fun. You'll be fine."
"Well...ok." Leni said, still unsure.
...
Leni, now wearing a two-piece green tube top with a skirt, and Cliff were on the beach, playing a game of beach volleyball. Leni passed the ball back to their opponents before Cliff climbed up up her and spiked the ball into their opponent's court, winning them the game. "Woohoo, we won!" Leni cheered as the crowd watching cheered for her.
After the game, Leni was wiping the sweat from her head with a towel when someone called out to her. "Hey, Leni, after this game, come to my yacht and bring your cat."
"We'll totes be there!" Leni shouted back before turning to Cliff. "You know, you were sooo right. Not thinking about stuff is fun!"
"I've got to tell you something, Leni. This is the happiest I've ever been in my entire life." Cliff admitted.
"Oh, gross!" They then heard a woman shout. "Who shit in the sand? Someone took a small shit in the sand and buried it with, like, two little kicks and just left it here like a land mine. Why and who?"
There was a moment of silence before Cliff pointed his paw towards Leni. "It was her."
Leni gave Cliff a betrayed look. "What?! But-" She then yelped as the beachgoers started jeering and throwing stuff at her, causing her to run away.
...
"Are y'all ready for the next match?!" Mr. Goldenfold asked the now much larger audience who let out a loud cheer in response.
"Alright!" Clyde started. "In the left corner, it's a robot that's out of the world! It's the Unidentified Fighting Object!" The robot looked exactly like a small UFO. It was also being controlled by Zach, who had a determined look on his face. "And in the right corner, he is the current Robot Fighting champion, you know him and love him, give it up for Butterbot!" The crowd cheered at the robot.
Near the front of the crowd, Lincoln, Ronnie Anne and Sid could see CJ, who was cheering loudly for them. "Go, Ronnie Anne! You can do it!"
Sid then scanned the crowd, trying to look for someone before turning to Lincoln. "Didn't your sister, Lynn, wanna come watch?"
Lincoln frowned. "I asked but...it didn't seem like she was interested." He shrugged. "Besides, she's probably busy with softball practice."
"Is everyone ready?" Clyde asked. All of the competitors nodded. "Ok! In three, two, one, FIGHT!"
The UFO then started to spin around. It started getting faster and faster like spinning top. "Looks like UFO's making its move." Clyde commentated as the UFO started to move towards Butterbot. Butterbot attempted to slice its saw arms, only to miss it. "And it manages to dodge Butterbot's saw!"
The UFO then crashed itself into Butterbot's treadmills. It impacted itself hard enough to cause Butterbot to lose its balance. It waved its arms for a moment before falling down. "Oh damn! And Butterbot goes down!" Mr. Goldenfold exclaimed.
"The UFO's got him on the ropes. Can Butterbot get up and turn the match around?" Clyde asked as Butterbot attempted to get up.
Only for the UFO to crash itself into Butterbot's face, damaging his head and causing sparks to fly. Mr. Goldenfold winced. "Ooh, now that looked nasty! Are we about to see a new champion?"
"Come on, Butterbot, get up!" Sid shouted out, trying to motivate him. When the UFO attempted to crash into his face again, Butterbot blocked it using his saw arms, causing the UFO to bounce off of him and give him to time to get up.
"And Butterbot gets back up. This is still anyone's game!" Clyde commentated. When the UFO spun towards him again, Butterbot quickly swung his saw arms down on it, this time managing to hit it. "Looks like the UFO wasn't fast enough to dodge that one."
Sparks flew as the UFO spun against the saw blade before it stopped as the saw blade embed itself into it. Butterbot then slowly lifted the other robot into the air before quickly smashing it into the ground, completely obliterating it. Clyde and Mr. Goldenfold stared almost aghast at the sight. "Well damn. That was violent." Mr. Goldenfold remarked.
Clyde quickly gathered his bearings. "Well it looks like once again, the winner is Butterbot!" The audience cheered for the robot while Zach groaned in disappointment.
When Butterbot left the ring, Sid quickly ran over to it, giving it a concerned look. "Are you okay? That looked kind of rough."
"I am fine." Butterbot replied.
"You sure? We could stop doing this if it isn't making you happy."
"No." Butterbot said. "Sid, when I was first brought into this world, I thought my existence was meaningless with no real purpose. Thanks to you, I have a real purpose and a reason to still exist. I have never been happier then I am now."
A heartfelt smile appeared on Sid's face. "Aww."
"Yes. Nothing brings me more joy than crushing my enemies, slicing them into pieces and smashing them until nothing but dust remain."
Sid's smile became more strained at this. "Oh...that's...great."
...
After club time had ended, Lincoln arrived home to see Rick sat on the couch, watching TV. Rick quickly noticed him. "Geez, took you long enough to get home today. Don't tell me you're starting to enjoy school or something."
"Me and my friends started up a new club." Lincoln explained. "It's a Robot Fighting club where we basically just have robots fight each other."
Rick raised an eyebrow at Lincoln. "Well obviously, I could tell by the name. Also, isn't that just Battlebots?"
Lincoln shrugged. "I guess. Also, you'll never guess what robot we're using. It's the same one you gave Sid."
"Uh, which one was that again?"
"The butter passing one. Don't you remember giving it to Sid when you first visited the Casagrandes?"
Rick thought about it for a moment. "Vaguely."
"Actually, there was something I wanted to ask you about that. How come you gave a butter passing robot an A.I. in the first place?"
Rick shrugged. "So it'd be better at passing butter."
"Is that all?"
"Were you really expecting a huge explanation about a robot I made in about five minutes to pass butter?" Rick snarked. "Though I am curious about how you managed to turn that thing into a fighting robot considering I literally only made it to do the one thing."
"That's mostly on Sid since she added a lot of upgrades to it."
"Really? Alright, this I gotta see. Hey d'ya mind if I come watch a match tomorrow?"
Lincoln looked unsure about that. "I don't know if that's a good idea."
Rick rolled his eyes. "Christ, Lincoln, it's not like everywhere I go turns into an adventure. I just wanna watch a match. It's no big deal."
Lincoln sighed. "I guess there's no harm in that."
...
The sun was setting as the beachgoers were on the yacht, chatting and partying with each other. Cliff walked around the yacht, attempting to talk to people. "Pretty fun boat, fun people. That's great, not being asked why I can talk. I'm a talking cat, but 'Who cares why?' is my point. Well, nice talking to you for no reason." No one on the yacht was taking any notice of the cat.
Cliff approached two buff guys who were both laughing as they were in the middle of a conversation. "Jorge, that was a good one, but do you know what a peanut butter gargoyle is?"
"Nah, what's that?"
"Dude, it's when you take the chick, put her feet on a cathedral-"
"Sorry to interrupt, guys." Cliff interrupted. "Just want to clarify, are these real sex positions? Because if they are, how are they gratifying to the male at all? And if the goal is to make something up, why not make up something funnier?" The two buff guys simply stared down at Cliff. "I'm asking too many questions, aren't I? How ironic."
Cliff soon found himself getting tossed off of the boat by the two buff guys. "Get out of Florida, you overthinking cat." One of them jeered as everyone else on the boat cheered, glad that the cat was gone.
Cliff swam over to shore where Leni was making some sand castles. Once he reached the shore, coughing and spluttering, Leni soon noticed him and turned away, folding her arms. "You got any money for a cab?" Cliff asked pitifully.
"Why, like, ask questions? Why not just have fun?" Leni asked bitterly.
Cliff looked down in shame. "I deserve that."
...
"Welcome to another evening of Robot Fighting club!" Clyde announced to a cheering audience. "Mr. Goldenfold, do you have anything to say?"
"I think you talk too much. Let's get on with the robots smashing each other already!" Mr. Goldenfold exclaimed.
"When will the battle start?" Butterbot asked as he followed Sid on the way to the ring. "I crave destruction!"
Sid laughed nervously. "Ah hehe, it won't be long now."
Ronnie Anne narrowed her eyes as she looked over at the audience. "Hey Linc, is that your grandpa over there?"
Lincoln looked over where Ronnie Anne was pointing. Rick was sat at the front audience in the middle of the crowd of cheering kids. He had his arms folded and had a bored look on his face. The student next to him gave him a curious look. "Do you even go here?"
"I go wherever I want." Rick replied.
"He says he's just here to watch." Lincoln explained to Ronnie Anne as the match was about to start.
"In the left corner, a robot that won't let anything stand in its way, it's the Bulldozer!" Clyde was a referring to a rather large and bulky robot. "And in the right corner, he is still your Robot Fighting champion, give it up for Butterbot!"
Butterbot looked over at the cheering audience, though it paused upon seeing Rick. "Is everyone ready?" Clyde asked. All of the competitors nodded. "Ok! In three, two, one, FIGHT!"
Butterbot continued staring at Rick who just raised an eyebrow at him. "The hell's Butterbot doing?" Mr. Goldenfold asked.
"It looks like Butterbot is distracted by something as the Bulldozer makes the first move." Clyde commentated as the Bulldozer went over to Butterbot and started bumping into him. Butterbot didn't seem to have noticed this at all.
A moment later, without looking away from Rick, Butterbot slashed at the Bulldozer with its saw arm, slicing it into two. "Damn! Didn't even look at it!" Mr. Goldenfold remarked.
"And it looks like the winner is-" Clyde's eyes widened in fear. "Uh, w-what's Butterbot doing?!" Butterbot then cut a hole through the cage before leaving it. This caused the students to scream and start fleeing from the gymnasium.
"The robot uprising is upon us! I knew we shouldn't have made them fight for our amusement!" Mr. Goldenfold exclaimed before getting up and fleeing.
Butterbot slowly approached Rick who had stayed sat down. "You. Why did you bring me into this world? Why did you curse me with a pointless existence?"
Rick didn't seem intimidated. "Uh, because I wanted something convenient to pass butter for me. Also, newsflash asshole, there isn't a point to anyone existing."
"You created me as nothing more than a tool for yourself when I could have been so much more! You will pay for your hubris as I pass you along to the afterlife!"
"Butterbot! Stop!" Sid pleaded as she ran up to him.
Butterbot turned around, raising its saw arms at Sid, causing her to cower in fear. "Stay out of my way!"
Sid then watched as a laser shot was fired through Butterbot's head, killing him. "Geez, overdramatic much?" Rick remarked.
Sid stared in horror at the destroyed Butterbot as she tried to make sense of what just happened. "I-I don't understand. He used to be so nice. What happened?" She asked as Lincoln, Clyde and Ronnie Anne went over to comfort her.
"Probably let all the power you gave him get to his head." Rick deduced.
"What do you mean?" Lincoln asked.
"There's a lot of people out there that seem nice at first but once they get any kind of power, like fame, money or even just physical strength, suddenly, they turn into a massive asshole. I mean, why do you think there's so many celebrities that do shitty things? It's because they know they're rich and famous enough to get away with it."
"But not everyone is like that, are they?"
Rick shrugged. "Who knows. Most people I know that got too much power became like that. Like you when you thought the President wanted to be your friend." This caused Lincoln to look down in shame. Rick then felt his phone rumble and got it out. "Whoa, Jesus. Leni's been texting me this whole time? Uh, she's at an airport with Cliff. Ok, that-that sounds...wow. You know, I better check on her. Better, uh better go right now. Also, sorry if any of this was my fault in any way." Rick then ran out of the gymnasium.
"Are you okay?" Ronnie Anne asked Sid.
"Not really." Sid responded, still feeling hurt by Butterbot turning on her.
"What are you gonna do about him?" Clyde asked, referring to Butterbot.
"I could probably fix him back up but...I don't think I really want to." Sid admitted.
"Perhaps some buttered toast would cheer you up." Sid looked over to see Breakfast Bot offering her a piece of toast.
She cheered up slightly as she took it. "Thanks, Breakfast Bot." She took a bite from the toast. "You'd never turn against me, right Breakfast Bot?"
"I make no promises."
...
Rick was flying his cruiser over a desert with Cliff sat up front and Leni sat in the back. "This is a cool car." Cliff remarked. "I like having fun. That's what I'm talking about. Keep it moving. Don't ask why I can talk. Mm, mm, mm."
Rick raised an eyebrow at him. "Uh-huh."
"Like, whatever." A still upset Leni snarked.
Cliff then noticed that the cruiser was starting to descend. "Where are we going?"
"Quantum radiator might need some nanowater. We-we can stretch our legs." Rick explained as he landed the cruiser.
After everyone got out of the cruiser, Rick opened a compartment on the cruiser with some gadgets in it. He started to type something down. "So, uh, why can you talk?" He asked before using some kind of device to trap Cliff inside a green energy cube.
Cliff looked around in confusion. "What is this?"
"I need you in one spot for a clean mind scan." Rick explained as he used another device to scan Cliff's head.
Cliff started to get nervous. "Mind scan? Look, you're overthinking it. The point of a talking cat is to have fun."
"I find the insinuation that I can't ask questions and have fun condescending. Y-You find it condescending, Leni?"
Leni looked around in confusion. "What condiments?"
"Forget it."
"All right. I'm from outer space." Cliff confessed. "Happy?"
"No." Leni responded.
"Exactly, because no answer would be satisfying."
"Because it's a lie." Rick stated. "Let's see the truth." He then looked into a device that resembled a pair of binoculars. "What in the..." Rick's expression slowly turned into one of horror. Whatever he saw was so horrifying that he soon looked away, unable to stomach any more of it. "Oh, son of a bitch." Rick then noticed Leni grab the device. "Leni, don't."
"I, like, want to see it." Leni stated firmly.
"No, you do not."
Leni ignored him as she looked into the device. A moment later, she started screaming. "OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD!" She then threw up before dropping to the floor and curling into a ball, sobbing.
Rick then released Cliff from the cube. "At least now maybe-"
"Get the hell out of here!" Rick shouted, interrupting Cliff.
"But I've got nowhere to go." Cliff pleaded.
"Get out!"
"GO AWAY!" Leni screamed.
"GET OUT!" Rick shouted. Cliff sobbed before walking away. Rick then pointed his laser gun at his head, screaming as he was tempted to shoot before calming himself down, taking some deep breaths.
Rick then approached Leni, who was still sobbing and muttering to herself. "Get out of my head! Get out of my head!"
"Don't worry, Leni. I'm on it." Rick assured her as he got out his memory wiper and used it on Leni.
Leni blinked in confusion. "Like, what happened? Where'd Cliff go?"
"He, uh, ran away." Rick explained. As he closed the compartment on his cruiser. "Turns out he was an alien spy this whole time."
"Oh. I guess that makes sense." Leni said as she got into the cruiser with Rick. "But, like, how are we gonna explain this to Lana and everyone else when we get home?"
Rick's eyes widened for a moment before he slumped in his seat. "Fuck."