Wubba Lubba Dub-Dub! My pal Dribnak, that portal-hopping, gadget-obsessed weirdo, wouldn't shut up about geocaching. Seriously, he went on and on about it like I was some kind of Meeseeks box that couldn't comprehend simple instructions. Finally, I caved and dragged my son along on one of his little treasure hunts. Morty, you won't believe it, the guy was actually right! We're talking full-blown family expeditions now, braving the wilds of… uh… my backyard. Anyway, I decided to plant my own cache, and who better to call than the Rickest Rick of geocaching, Dribnak? He showed up with all his gizmos and doohickies – you know, the kind of stuff that would make even a Cromulon drool – and we stashed this bad boy. So, listen up, you plumbus-sniffing geocachers, I hope you enjoy the search! Inside, you'll find a small container with room for some… uh… trinkets. Just remember to re-hide it like you found it, or I swear to Gloopy Bloopy, I'll turn you into a sentient pickle! And for the love of God, don't tell anyone where it is. Unless you're cool. Then, by all means, spread the word. Just, you know, be cool about it. Lets get Riggity Riggity Wrecked!