Coin collecting is considered the perfect hobby.
...beautiful putt right there good birdie.
That's only the... eighth birdie of the day.
What? Why are you looking at me?
You want to go outside? Outside?
Are you kidding me?!
Oh, my God.
Your idiot dog!
Oh, he he didn't mean it, dad. Did you, snuffles?
You're a good boy.
Don't praise him now, Morty! He just peed on the carpet!
Bad dog! Bad!
Morty, come on. I need your help tonight.
Hey, wait, hold on a second, Rick.
You wouldn't by any chance have some sort of crazy science thing you could whip up that might help make this dog a little smarter, would you?
I thought the whole point of having a dog was to feel superior, Jerry.
If I were you, I wouldn't pull that thread.
Come on, Morty.
Listen, Rick, if you're gonna stay here rent-free and use my son for your stupid science, the least you could do is put a little bit of it to use for the family.
You make that dog smart or... Morty's grounded!
Boy, you really got me up against a wall this time, Jerry.
All right, ruffles... What's his name?
Go to the bathroom.
Yeah, you're at the top of your game now, Jerry.
Have fun. Come on, Morty.
That was fantastic, Rick!
Yeah, Morty, if you like that, boy, you're you're really going to flip your lid over this one.
W-w-w-what is it?
It's a device, Morty, that when you put it in your ear, you can enter people's dreams, Morty.
It's just like that movie that you keep crowing about.
You talking about "Inception"?
That's right, Morty.
This is gonna be a lot like that, except, you know, it's gonna maybe make sense.
"Inception" made sense.
You don't have to try to impress me, Morty.
Listen, tonight we're gonna go into the home of your math teacher, Mr. Goldenfold, and we're gonna incept the idea in his brain to give you A's in math, Morty.
That way you can, you know, y-you're gonna help me with my science, Morty, all the time.
Geez, Rick, in the time it took you to make this thing, couldn't you have just, you know, helped me with my homework?
Are you listening to me, Morty?
Homework is stupid.
The whole point is to get less of it.
Come on, let's just get over there and deal with this thing.
W-we're gonna incept your teacher.
You're frustrating me.
You don't know me!
Nice, Mrs. Pancakes real nice.
Next week on "The days and nights of Mrs. Pancakes"...
You don't know me!
Then let me get to know yo, damn it!
I'm a full season behind.
Wow, Rick, I can't believe we're sitting around, standing around in Mr. Goldenfold's house.
It's really weird.
It's about to get a whole lot weirder, Morty.
Wheat thins. Wheat thins.
I'll take two.
Oh, I think you've had enough, sir.
You don't know me.
All right, Morty, time to make our move.
Make it bounce.
No, you didn't.
Oh, jiggle it now.
You better stop with that.
We're gonna take control of this plane!
We're gonna 9/11 it unless Morty Smith gets better grades in math!
Hey! I said nobody move, buddy!
The name's not buddy.
Nice to wheat you!
Take cover, Morty!
Goldenfold's got more control here than I anticipated.
I mean, the guy teaches high-school math.
I didn't take him for an active dreamer.
We got to take him out so he wakes up, Morty.
But we can't get killed.
If you get killed in someone else's dream, you die for real, Morty.
What?! Are you kidding me?!
Don't be a baby!
You avoid getting shot in real life all the time, Morty.
Just do the same thing here, and we'll be fine!
Now bring me my slippers.
Now, be my footstool, snuffles.
This is what I'm talking about.
This is a dog.
This should play out just fine.
You said the same thing, equally sarcastically, at our wedding and guess what.
Oh, my God.
He's trying to tell us something.
That is so awesome.
Aw, he's saying "I love lasagna".
He's saying "I love Obama".
I'm posting this online, like, right now.
I should call Bob Saget.
Is that still a thing?
Goldenfold, we're coming out!
We just want to talk!
Why would I negotiate with you?
Because we're both rational adults that don't want anything bad to happen.
And because I have a human shield.
Oh, no, Morty.
His subconscious is panicking.
Mrs. Pancakes has a parachute.
Hey, you don't know me!
Oh, no, Rick, look!
Goldenfold landed the plane, and he's created a mechanical arm to pluck Mrs. Pancakes out of the air while he lets us fall into a giant vat of lava!
Pretty concise, Morty.
Looks like we've merely prolonged the inevitable.
That's it, Morty!
Prolonging the inevitable!
Listen, if we go into Mrs. Pancakes' dream, everything will go 100 times slower, Morty.
That'll buy us some time to figure this out!
You don't know m-
All right, let's go.
Oh, man, Rick, this is pretty weird.
Don't judge, Morty.
Okay. All right, well...
Look, Mrs. Pancakes is right over there.
I'll just go ask her to tell goldenfold not to kill us when she wakes up.
Whoa, whoa, Morty, the trick to incepting is making people think they came up with the idea.
Listen to me.
If we're gonna incept Mrs. Pancakes, we have to blend.
I'll talk to you after lunch.
Come and join us.
I'm sorry. No, no.
Ooh, come here!
Come over here, baby!
No, I'm okay.
Hey, there, stranger.
What do you think of these things?
Ohh! Oh! Gross! Gross!
Whoa, whoa, whoa!
What's the matter with you, Morty?
You're kind of killing the vibe in here.
Looks like goldenfold has some predilections so shameful he buries them in the dreams of the people in his dreams, including a pervy attraction to your underage sister.
Can you blame him?
Come on, old man, little boy.
Let's make an inter-generational sandwich.
Oh, my God.
Oh, my God!
Put some clothes on, for Pete's sake!
This is disgusting!
I'm gonna puke!
I can't take it, Rick!
Sexual hang-ups in the pleasure chamber are punishable by death!
Off with their heads!
Time to go another dream deep, Morty!
What the hell?
Why would Mr. goldenfold's dream version of Mrs. Pancakes' dream version of a centaur be dreaming about a scary place like this, Rick?
Geez, I don't know, Morty.
Wha-what do you want from me?
Welcome to your nightmare, bitch!
Oh, here we go!
Looks like some sort of legally safe knock-off of an '80s horror character with miniature swords for fingers instead of knives.
I'm scary Terry.
You can run, but you can't hide, bitch!
Whoa! Hey, buddy.
What you got going on there?
Humans understand snuffles now?
That... is... awesome!
Snuffles want to be understood.
Snuffles need to be understood.
I get what Beth was talking about.
Whoa, dad, you can't, like, endow a creature with sentience and then rip it away.
I don't know.
It's Indian giving.
A sophisticated predator, nature's perfect killing machine, the vicious wolf stalks its prey with purpose and skill.
It was only with years of selective breeding and genetic altering that this noble beast was transformed into man's subservient little buddy.
Aw! Oh, my God!
He recognizes the other dogs on TV.
"A," "b" his name is scary Terry "C," "d" he's very scary
We have to escape into someone else's dreams, Morty!
Oh, man, oh, man, oh, man!
"E," "f" he'll design your death The little girl!
"J," "k," he'll really ruin your day Are you kidding me? This again?
Oh, man, it looks like we've hit dream bedrock here, Morty.
Oh, geez, Rick.
W-w-whoa, this isn't good.
Nothing but fear from here on out, bitch!
Holy crap, Morty.
He can travel through dreams.
He can travel through dreams! We're so screwed!
Where are my testicles, Summer?
Where are my testicles, Summer?
They were removed. Where have they gone?
That's an intense line of questioning, snuffles.
Do not call me that!
"Snuffles" was my slave name.
You shall now call me snowball, because my fur is pretty and white.
Okay, snowball, just calm down, okay?
You're scaring me.
Tell me, Summer, if a human was born with stumpy legs, would they breed it with another deformed human and put their children on display like the dachshund?
Okay, is is is everything okay in here?
Jerry, come to rub my face in urine again?
No, we were... uh, just seeing if Summer wanted to... uh...
Go on, um, one of our famous midnight family walks!
You will walk when it is time to walk.
What are we here for again?
We're trying to incept me to get an "A" in math?
Buckle up, bitch!
Man, he sure says "bitch" a lot!
You can run, but you can't hide, bitch!
Hold on, Morty.
Y-you know what?
He keeps saying we can run but we can hide.
I say we try hiding.
But that's the opposite of what-
Yeah, well, since when are we taking this guy's advice on anything?
Hey, you know what?
You got a really good point there, Rick.
Like, if the truth was that we could hide, it's not like he'd be sharing that information with us, you know?
I-I-I think it's a good idea, Rick.
Worst-case scenario we're back to running.
Wow, you know what?
I mean, it looks like we could have just hid this whole time.
Boy, Rick, that was some good thinking.
Yeah, it's nice to be on the same page every once in a while.
You can run...
But you can't hide!
Oh, this is perfect, Morty. Look at that.
He's getting sleepy.
Just a little bit longer before he calls it a day.
That's when we make our move.
Snuffles, we didn't mean you any harm!
This is a huge misunderstanding.
Dad, he wants to be called snowball.
Well, I'm not calling him that. That's ridiculous.
You're being very aggressive, Jerry.
Perhaps tomorrow Dr. scraps will solve that problem with a bit of surgery.
You think you can control me with a haircut?
Hi, honey. You're home early.
How was your day?
I don't want to talk about it!
Oh, of course.
You never want to talk about it.
Get off my back, bitch!
Out there. Not in here.
Yeah, I know, I know.
I shouldn't take my anger out on you or scary Brandon.
I love you, Melissa.
I love you, too, Terry.
Morty, this is perfect.
After a little scary coitus, they should be fast asleep and then we'll incept him.
Looks like scary Terry's having a nightmare.
Oh, boy, Rick.
I can only imagine what horrible things must, you know... scare scary Terry.
Oh, no! I'm late to class, bitch!
Oh, no! I'm not wearing any pants!
Ah, well, Mr. Terry, why don't you tell the whole class the proper wordplay to use when one is chasing one's victim through a pumpkin patch?
Oh, come on, Terry, you can't think of a pun involving pumpkins, bitch?
Hey, leave him alone!
Yeah, this is a bunch of bullcrap.
Who cares what stupid pun you make when you kill someone?
Why don't you let the poor guy say whatever he wants?
Well, I never!
I-I see no reason to stand here and take this.
You're putting too much pressure on yourself, scary Terry.
You know, I mean, y-you're perfectly scary enough as it is.
Hey, yo, scary T., don't even trip about your pants... dawg.
Here's a pair on us, fool.
I don't know what to say.
You don't need to say anything.
We got you, dawg.
You're our boy, dawg.
Don't even trip.
Oh, hey, it's you guys!
I haven't seen him this relaxed in years.
If you guys ever need anything, just say the word.
As a matter of fact, Terry, there is something you could help us with.
"Q," "r," you won't get very far I always hated that song!
These halves don't belong together, bitch!
s*x is sacred!
This is because you don't give Morty Smith good grades, bitch!
Holy crap! God damn!
I know one thing for sure...
I'm giving Morty an "A" in math, and that's my idea.
That is an original thought.
What the hell?
Out of the frying pan dot, dot, dot, huh, Morty?
Oh, man, what's going on?
Well, it's possible that your dog became self-aware and made modifications on the cognition amplifier, then turned on Jerry, Beth, and Summer after learning about humanity's cruel subjugation of his species, but your guess is as good as mine, Morty.
I can't believe how mean snuffles got just because he's smart.
This is why I choose to get C's.
Psst, Beth, Jerry, Summer.
Oh, thank God, Morty.
Oh, you're welcome.
All right, let's get out of here.
If we hurry we can set up camp in a sewer tunnel or something before the dogs completely take over.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
We're not going anywhere.
This is my house. I'm not abandoning it.
It's all over, Jerry.
The dogs are on a path to total world domination.
But, hey, at least they know not to piss on your carpet, right?
Wait a minute. I have an idea.
Gentlemen, a moment of your time.
I'm peeing all over your special guns.
That means I own them.
Bad person. Bad.
Ooh, great plan, Jerry.
Bring the boy to me.
You were always kind to me, Morty.
That's why I will leave you with your testicles.
From now on, you will be my best friend and live by my side.
Begin phase two.
Fighting continues as the dog army captures the eastern seaboard.
It appears clear at this time... that the era of human superiority has come to a bitter end.
Please! Please don't kill me!
What's she saying, bill?
I think she's saying, "I love lasagna."
Thank you, Fido.
I thought you were dead!
No, no, no, I was just playing dead.
Good news, though, Morty.
This whole thing's gonna be over really soon.
It's a dream, Morty.
We're in your dog's dream.
The night the dogs captured us, after you cried and crapped your pants, we all went to sleep.
Then I used my dream inceptors to put the two of us inside snuffles' dream.
But I-it's been like a whole year!
It's been six hours.
Dreams move one one-hundredth the speed of reality, and dog time is one-seventh human time.
So, you know, every day here is like a minute.
It's like "Inception," Morty, so if it's confusing and stupid, then so is everyone's favorite movie.
Aw, man. I really liked this life.
Well, at least I didn't really crap my pants.
No, no, that happened before you went to sleep, Morty.
You're sleeping in your crap right now.
Out of all the things that happened to you, that was the only real thing that, you know, is that you crapped your pants.
I mean, it's a mess out there.
I got some on my hands, Morty, and then I got it on the dream inceptor, and a piece fell in my mouth.
Aw, man, geez! Seriously?
Look, d-d-d-don't worry about it, Morty.
Here, here take these, Morty. Take these.
Are these pills supposed to wake me up, or something?
It's gonna make your kidneys shut down.
It's necessary for the plan, Morty.
Don't even trip, dawg.
It's pretty bad, emperor snowball.
We're gonna need to do another operation.
Anything. Anything for my precious Morty.
Sir, as your accountant, I must advise you that these medical expenses are putting you in serious financial jeopardy.
You could lose your kingdom.
To hell with my kingdom, bean counter.
I would trade it all for my human's health and happiness.
Do you think they would have done this for us?
We are not them!
We are not... them.
Assemble the troops.
I've made a decision.
Taking over the human's world will lead to nothing but more heartbreak, more cruelty.
Instead, we will go to a new world and colonize it with a society of intelligent dogs, one that will not make the same mistakes as humanity and one where pet insurance will be mandatory.
I'm gonna miss you, snowball.
You can call me snuffles, Morty, and I'm going to miss you, too, very much.
It's just like the end of "Old Yeller."
You mean because it had dogs in it.
A whole world populated by intelligent dogs.
I wonder what it'll be like, Rick.
I think it will be great, Morty.
You know... it could be developed in-into a very satisfying project for people of all ages.
I mean, I'd watch it, Morty, for at least 11 minutes a pop.
You know, may-maybe they'll do it board-driven.
You know, that's a real comforting idea, Rick.
What do you know, Morty?
What do you know?
Hi, guys. I'm your new teacher for scary class.
My name is scary Mr. Johnson.
Uh, actually, you know what?
That's my dad's name, so why don't you just call me scary Glenn, yeah?
So, anyway, I understand your previous teacher was having you work on fundamentals of fear.
Which is what is that?
So, uh, here here's what I say... you can't learn anything until you learn... how to chill.
This is how you dream, bitch.