Santa Morty

Santa Morty was all set for his first Christmas as Santa Claus, but there was one small problem—he forgot how to fly the sleigh. “Oh jeez, Rick, these reindeer don’t come with an instruction manual!” he whined, gripping the reins like they were going to explode.

Rick, sitting in the sleigh with a jug of eggnog, rolled his eyes. “Morty, you just have to believe in the magic of Christmas... or, you know, press the autopilot button.” Morty frantically pressed every button he could find, accidentally ejecting half the presents over the Atlantic.

“Looks like some kids are getting surprise beach vacations this year,” Rick muttered, sipping his drink. Morty groaned. “Oh man, I think I just ruined Christmas!”

“Relax, Morty,” Rick said, tossing him a laser gun. “Let’s just call it Christmas: Special Edition.”