Benson was driving through the park on the golf cart, checking up on everyone, making sure they were doing their jobs. He drove past Pops taking out the trash.
"Keep up the good work, Pops!" Benson said, giving a thumbs up.
"Oh!" Pops waved back gleefully, "Many thanks, Benson! Good day!"
Benson was in a good mood today. Nothing could bring him down, not even Mordecai and Rigby! But that was all about to change. He drove past Mordecai raking leaves. He noticed Rigby wasn't there, and stopped immediately.
Uh oh! It's Benson! Mordecai thought while sweat ran down his face, Benson can't know about Rigby!
"Hey, Mordecai!" Benson yelled from the park path, "Where's Rigby?"
Mordecai, who was far away from the path, just shrugged and continued to rake, assuming Benson would accept that answer. Benson tried to keep his cool, and he got out of the cart and started to walk over to Mordecai.
Oh crap! Mordecai thought to himself, He's coming over here! Quick! Think of an excuse! Uhh...uhh...uh-
"You have no clue where he is?" Benson asked.
Mordecai shook his head.
"Hm.." Benson said curiously, "So he wasn't in his bed when you woke up?"
"Uh..yes, I mean no."
"Why are you so sweaty, Mordecai?" Benson asked suspiciously.
"Oh..hehheh. Uhm, just all this hard work, that's all."
"Right, like I'm going to believe that you've worked up a sweat during work? You look pretty nervous."
"I'm not nervous!" Mordecai freaked out, then paused awkwardly, realizing he just screamed in Benson's face.
"Alright, Mordecai!" Benson started to yell, "I've been trying to be nice all day, but I don't have time for these games! Tell me where Rigby is OR YOU'RE FIRED!"
"Okay, okay!" Mordecai pleaded, "He's still sleeping- err- I mean he's sick, he's still in bed!"
"He's sick? Someone should've came to me to tell me this not wait for me to find out!"
"Well I tried- I mean I didn't- See I-" Mordecai trailed off in his own jibberish excuses.
"Forget about it! I don't want to hear your excuses! I'm going to see if he's actually sick or not!" Benson stormed off, hopped back into his cart, did a couple 360 turns leaving trails in the ground, then drove away at full speed toward the house.
He got to the house and ran up the stairs. Rigby's door was shut. He started pounding on the door.
"Rigby!" Benson said loudly, "Rigby, open up!"
You could hear Rigby answer with a low moan from within the room.
"Are you okay, Rigby?"
Benson listened, but there was silence.
"Alright, that's it! I'm coming in!"
Benson held out his elbow and knocked the door open. It flung back and the doorknob hit the wall very hard and flung back towards Benson from the impact.
"Rigb-" Benson got hit in the face with the door and he passed out on the floor.