Chicken Nuggets with Mulan Szechuan Dipping Sauce
S3 E1: The Rickshank Rickdemption
Rick and Morty, 2013.
"Yeah, I'd like to get a 10-piece McNugget and a bunch of the Szechuan sauce. Like, as much as you're allowed to give me."
— Rick Sanchez
"Yeah, I'd like to get a 10-piece McNugget and a bunch of the Szechuan sauce. Like, as much as you're allowed to give me." — Rick Sanchez
Imagine your most deranged fever dream, one where you’re strapped into a booth at Shoney’s — an aggressively mediocre diner that could exist anywhere and nowhere.
You’re eating hash browns with your grandpa, who just so happens to be the universe’s most wanted anarchist-slash-genius. That’s the opening salvo of The Rickshank Redemption, an episode so intricately layered with chaos, deception, and interdimensional power plays that it deserves its own academic journal.
The plot unfolds with Rick (or some version of him; it’s always complicated) trapped in a simulation orchestrated by Cornvelious Daniel, a Galactic Federation agent whose job description is equal parts espionage and brain liquefaction. Meanwhile, back on Earth—now run by Federation bureaucrats—Morty and Summer grapple with a dystopia of soul-crushing mediocrity. Summer, ever the hothead, digs up Rick’s buried portal gun, setting off a chain of events that involves Cronenberg-dimension feasts, robot butlers gone rogue, and a reluctant Morty learning that his nihilistic grandpa might not be the beacon of family loyalty he’d hoped for.
But let’s pause to appreciate the most critical cultural touchstone of this episode: Rick’s unholy obsession with McDonald’s Szechuan Sauce. Introduced as a throwaway memory in the simulation, the condiment—originally a promotional item for Disney’s Mulan in 1998—becomes Rick’s personal white whale. The brief scene, where Rick wistfully orders Chicken McNuggets with the sauce at a drive-thru, went on to inspire real-life riots, eBay bidding wars, and McDonald’s frantically re-releasing the sauce in quantities so inadequate it may as well have been rationed like wartime sugar. Fans, true to form, turned their unfulfilled craving into memes and outrage, proving once again that Rick and Morty doesn’t just mirror society—it pokes it with a sharp stick until it twitches.
The episode’s writers, Dan Harmon and Mike McMahan, orchestrated this madness with a balance of high-concept storytelling and absurdist humor that only Rick and Morty could deliver. Harmon’s knack for threading existential dread into ridiculous scenarios shines as the script pivots from galactic battles to Jerry’s bleakly hilarious unemployment arc. McMahan’s influence ensures that every plot twist—from Rick’s virus-laden false memories to his total dismantling of the Galactic Federation’s economy—is both ingenious and deeply stupid in the best way possible.
By the time the credits roll, the family is fractured, the universe is in shambles, and Rick has taken his place as the self-appointed patriarch of chaos. His ultimate victory? Not liberation, revenge, or even survival, but the offhand revelation that his elaborate schemes boil down to one thing: reclaiming his precious Szechuan Sauce. It’s a sentiment that encapsulates the show itself—a blend of absurdity, melancholy, and the profound realization that sometimes the most complicated journeys are driven by the pettiest desires.
Morty, understandably, is horrified. We, the audience, are enthralled.
Rick and Morty, 2013.