"Ok, ok, dude, dude; I got one!" snickered Rigby. "Would you rather wipe your butt with plastic wrap or sandpaper?"
"Hmmm…" thought Mordecai. "I'd go with the plastic wrap. It'll be softer on the butt,"
"Ewww! But poo will get everywhere!"
"But it's better than scraping off my butt feathers," retorted Mordecai. "Ok, I got one for you. Would you rather have your gender change every time you sneeze or be attracted to fruit?"
"Be attracted to fruit, duh," snorted Rigby. "That first one is just gross!"
"Dude, I can just imagine you now!" chuckled Mordecai. "You'll be all like: 'Oh Mordecai that apple though!' Ha ha! You're gonna be making out with an apple!"
"SHUT UP!"
"And when you see someone eating fruit you're gonna be crying like a baby!" Mordecai mocked.
"SHUT UP!"
"'Mordecai, Mordecai! They're making my girlfriend into a pie!'"
"STOP TALKING!" roared Rigby. "I'll show you! Would you rather have your beak where your ear is or…"
"Fives!" called a familiar voice. "Fives!"
Mordecai and Rigby turned to see a tubby green man wearing an undersized shirt. Muscleman.
"Hey, have you two losers seen Fives?" asked Muscleman. "I can't find him anywhere!"
"Have you tried his cell?" inquired Rigby.
"Yeah, but when I call it's just some nerd on the phone."
"Did you ask anyone else where he was?" questioned Mordecai.
"Of course I did! I'm not stupid!" snapped Muscleman. "I've asked Pops and Thomas then I asked you two idiots and now I'm on my way to ask Benson and Skips,"
"Maybe we can help you find him,"
"Yeah," Rigby chimed in. "We needed a break anyway,"
The guys went to the house to look for High Five Ghost. They looked in all the rooms, the attic, the garage and even the fridge. It didn't take too long before they ran into Benson.
"What are you guys doing in here!?" yelled Benson. "You're supposed to be working!"
"Easy, Benson," coaxed Mordecai. "We're trying to find High Five Ghost. Have you seen him?" Benson changed his tone.
"No, I haven't seen him at all today; what happened?"
"He's just gone," shrugged Rigby. "I mean we all saw him yesterday; it's like he disappeared into thin air!
"Isn't that what ghosts do?"
"It's not like him. Fives NEVER misses work, EVER," said Muscleman.
"I'll go ask Skips for the park records back to see where Fives was last,"
Skips was repairing park benches when they found him in his garage.
"Hey, Skips is spine fixed for the book of park records?"
"Yeah," said Skips without looking up from his work. "It's on the table over there," Benson pick up the thick, heavy book and started to flip through its pages.
"Did you take out any pages, Skips?" Benson asked after going through the book once. Skips looked up.
"No, I only fixed the spine," Benson went through the book again and again and for a fourth time. AS he was flipping throughout the book, Benson's eyes and mouth became wider and wider.
"What's wrong Benson?" worried Muscleman. "Can't you find Fives last records?"
"Oh my J.G…," gasped Benson. "I-I can't find ANY of his records!" Everybody gasped.
"Fives records are completely gone?" questioned Skips. "Lemme see the book," Benson gave the book to Skips. After looking through it briefly Skips returned the book to Benson.
"Get Pops and Thomas. We gotta go to Fives house,"
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Knock, Knock.
No answer.
Knock, Knock.
Still no answer.
Knock, Kno-…
"Move out the way Pops!" yelled Rigby, pushing Pops to the side. "You knock like a girl! THISis how a man knocks!" Rigby began kicking the door.
BLAM, BAM, BLAM!
"Rigby stop it!" scorned Mordecai. "Your gonna break the door," As soon as this was said a young woman came to the door.
"I'm sorry I couldn't answer the door when you knocked; I was in the bathroom. Anyway may I help you?"
"Uhh… is High Five Ghost in?" asked Muscleman.
"There's no ghost here. You must have the wrong apartment,"
"But this is his place! 478!"
"But I lived here for seven years,"
"But I lived here for seven years,"
"Seven years,"
"Seven years,"
"Seven years,"
The next thing you know you see a whining Muscleman rolling down the stairs. Finally, though Mordecai, Rigby, and Pops somehow managed to drag him to the cart.
"What happened?" inquired Benson. "Was he there?"
"No; a lady lives there and claims that she's been there for seven years," explained Mordecai.
"Oh no," muttered Skips shaking his head. "I thought I'd see it in MY lifetime."
"I know," wondered Thomas. "It's like he never existed,"
"No, I mean he's been erased from the interdimensional universe!" exclaimed Skips. "And if we don't get to the Creator in time, after 168 hours there will be no memory of him. We need the Reflektor.