The strange pair stepped out of a giant green portal; their point of return back from another universe. MortySmith begins clutching his hair, the knuckles on his hands turning white.

"WHAT THE FUCK RICK!?" Morty belted out. "I can't take it anymore. You and your fucking persistence about going on adventures...it's destroying me. How could you do what you did?! How do you justify it?!?"

Continuing to freak out, Morty reaches for Rick's flask. Smacking away Morty's prepubescent hand Rick lifts the flask from his inner lab coat pocket.

"Relax Morty, that universe is one of infinite universes. You're gonna have to get used to that shit if you plan on living this type of life with Zoom and I"

Entering the room, Zoom looks around. Rick... covered in his own drool, drunk as fuck - and MortySmith losing his shit as usual.

"Well... things seem about usual around here. Savages. Rick, we need to talk."

While rolling his eyes, Rick nodded his head. It was as if Beth, Rick's daughter, was about to go on a tirade about how he has to be nicer to her husband, Jerry Smith. "Fucking Jerry!"

Zoom snapped his head around. How did he get....looking around Zoom, realized Jerry wasn't actually there. Zoom sighed and left it alone, chalking it up to Ricks intense level of alcoholism and his hatred for stupidity. Continuing into the other room, Rick follows Zoom into an office.

"Rick, we've cleared Hollywood of the indigenous mafia crime syndicate. A feat that's never been done or even possible before. Given the youth of the city your seniority is what I'm forced to rely upon."

Zoom blinked a few times as Rick continued to drool on himself. The old man reached into his pocket to grab a piece of paper. Immediately Zoom stopped Rick from continuing.

"For the love of god man, can you just not mathematically prove how you knew this moment was coming?! It's rather exhausting."

Rick drools a little more and burps before speaking,

"Zoom, we're past formalities with each other."

Instead he just tosses the paper to Zoom and leaves the room. Before shuffling out, Rick turned to Zoom.

"I gotta take a shit, buuurp or does that require level nine clearance too?"

Zoom couldn't think of a reply fast enough, and just laughed, ignoring the stupidity that sometime flew from Rick's mouth. He opened up the piece of paper that the old man had given him;

The Adventures of Rick and Morty: Hollywood

Zoom chuckled, for it did seem as if the old man predicted this. Rick still hadn't left the room. There was a slight pause before a loud BURP, and then Rick continued.

"Zoom, we both knew as soon as we had to clear out Hollywood that this was the next step. Morty needs a place to... discover himself, or what the fuck ever. Additionally, Beth and her shitty marriage partnered with Summer's inevitable curious years would be too much for Downtown to handle."

Nodding, Zoom couldn't help but to agree. He too could see that Rick's family and their insistent debilitating habits would only cause him nothing but headaches.

"Well Rick... When you're right, you're right! You'll be the first person in this thing of ours to wear a bold suit in Hollywood. Don't fuck it up..."

Looking around suspiciously, Zoom realizes that "fucking it up" will be a daily occurrence.

"Or... Uh. At least, when you do fuck it up just make sure Morty is around. Then it will just be Morty being Morty at that point!"

Actual footage of this moment for MortySmith.

Wally heard the news of Los Angeles growing further, as the job of taming the wild district of Hollywood was being taken on by Rick. It was great news as the district needed some strong leadership to whip it into shape. After just a short time in Los Angeles he felt that Rick was clearly a solid choice to do just that. He sprinted across the city snagging a soft baked pretzel and a soda on the way before arriving back home at the HQ where Rick was departing...

"Congratulations Rick, I'm sure that you and Morty will get Hollywood under control in no time. Hell if you really wanna make it strong and allow no enemies in you could always make a wall of Morty's around it......although that may be a bit extreme." He paused a moment to think of the logistics of doing that, "Well anyway, good luck Rick. I'm sure you're going to do great!"

With that he zoomed off to go catch up on some work he was putting off...

Wiping the drool off of his chin Rick stared in the distance. He mumbled to himself...

"Wall of Morty's"....

After a few minutes Rick snapped back out of it. 

"Thank you WallyWest. Under control? Unlikely. With the likes of MortySmith and his idiot father Jerry running around Hollywood will take sometime to shape up. However, with the likes of you and the other mobsters of Los Angeles I'd say... Buuuurp  inevitably it will be under control."

Rick hands WallyWest two packets of his Szechuan sauce. 

"I know it doesn't seem like much but one day a terrible movie named Mulan will come out..... same with this place called McDonald's and this sauce will be worth it's weight in gold. Enjoy it."