Wait for Rick.

A moment later Rick appeared beside him in an empty seat.

“Um Rick.” Morty said nervously.

“Whoa, guess Mr. Goldenfold's having a naughty dream.”

“Should we wait, and then ask for the grades?” Morty asked hesitantly

“No Morty, we got to make him think it's his idea.” Rick replied

Rick closed his lab coat, and darted into the aisle “We're going to nine eleven this plane, unless Morty gets better grades in math!” The older man cried out, exposing a belt lined with a few two liter bottles of soda. Morty's math teacher stood up, and tucked himself away. “Hey buddy, I said nobody move.”

“The name's not buddy. It's Goldenfold.” The man glared, turning and grabbing some wheat thins. “Nice to wheat you!” He cried out the absurd pun before hurling the snacks like ninja stars.

Somehow they punctured the soda bottles, causing their contents to spew forth. “Take cover Morty.” Rick called out, as the large man suddenly pulled two **** rifles from nowhere and began hailing bullets their way. Morty dove behind a set of seats, as bullets riddled the cushioning causing the young man to panic. Rick glanced at him confused. “Goldenfold has more control than I anticipated. I mean, he teaches high school math, I didn't take him as an active dreamer.

“What do we do?” Morty screamed terrified

“We go deeper.” Rick replied. “Distract him!”

“How Rick?” Morty asked angrily.

“I don't <burp> I don't know, flap your fucking wings, you chicken shit!” Rick growled.

The gun fire ceased, and Morty guessed that his teacher was reloading. “Mr. Goldenfold, I, I uh, I surrender!” The young man cried out.

“Come out, nice and slow!” The burly man growled suspiciously.

Morty stuck his head out, shaking in his boots, as the burly black man aimed his rifles at him. Morty noticed that Mrs. Pancake wasn't next to him anymore. “Where did your friend go?” Morty asked confused.

As Goldenfold turned around, Rick called out to Morty. Turning he saw that Rick had somehow kidnapped Mrs. Pancake, and knocked her **** “Come on Morty, we can escape into her dreams.” Rick told him, slipping an Interceptor into her ear.

Morty ducked behind the seat, and slipped a device into his own ear. Suddenly he appeared in dark dungeon themed club, with half naked people running around in masks. Rick appeared next to him and the two looked around a little confused. On a dais nearby, Mrs. Pancake, was whipping one of the masked men across the back. Her sexy black body was dressed in thigh high black leather boots, and a matching thong and corset

“We just need to ask her not to let Goldenfold kill us right?” Morty asked.

“No Morty, the trick to incepting people, is to get them believe it was their idea.” Rick scolded him. “Now uh,” He murmured distracted by the young supple flesh displayed all around him. “if we're going to incept Mrs. Pancake, we have to blend.” Rick said taking off his coat and shirt, and running off with a couple of frolicking women.

Wandering through the sea of beautiful women and men, Morty spotted a redhead with a killer ass, that caused him to stop dead in his tracks. She wore pink high heels, panties, and a bra. The lingerie had black trim to it and was accompanied by matching black fishnets and garters

“Whoa” Morty exclaimed in awe. The woman heard him and turned around with a smile. Morty's eyes widened when he realized it was his sister Summer, her hair done up in her preferred pony tail. “Summer!”

“Hey there stranger, what do you think of these things?” She asked using her arms to push her large tits together.