Author's Note: :3 I don't own any of these characters, or this show.

Almost Senseless

"Help get these into the attic or you're FIRED!"

Benson, the manager of the Park, was giving orders angrily to his employees, Mordecai and Rigby, who were too busy using the heavy cardboard boxes as chairs and relaxing on them to try to help their boss out and carry their 'chairs' up the skinny stairs to the dark attic inside the Park's house.

"Ugh, why do we have to do this job, Benson? Aren't we supposed to do, I don't know, something less tiring?" Rigby, the raccoon that was usually way less than willing to do much work, sighed, leaning his back against the wall.

"Yeah, Rigby's right, Benson. I thought were gonna just rake the yard or something." Mordecai, who was adjusting the box under him and lifting it only a few inches closer to its needed destination, said.

"Eh, even that sounds tiring." Rigby crossed his arms.

"Guys, just come on and help me, okay? If you're gonna work for me, you have to at least do part of the jobs I give you." Benson glared at his employees, and finished putting the box he was carrying into its rightful spot in the attic. "Now get up and get going!"

"Fine," Rigby huffed. "But after, can't we go do something fun?" He hopped off his box and fruitlessly started to push the object, which was almost twice his size. "Ugh, come help me out with this, Mordecai!"

"I'm coming, dude." The blue jay abandoned his own box and ran over to his best friend. He picked up the other item and started carrying it up the stairs, Rigby trailing behind, trying to help out.

"Now make sure you get the other boxes up, too," Benson said, passing his workers on his way back down the stairs. "After that's done, you can be finished with work, alright?" He sighed. "Please try to appreciate that."

"Yea-uh, Mordecai! There's only like two boxes left. We're totally gonna finish this really soon!" Rigby excitedly stopped trying to help his friend and put up his arm, indicating he wanted a high-five.

"Dude, I can't do that right now." Mordecai looked behind him, seeing his friend's gesture. "I'm too busy lifting this box that you're supposed to be helping me out with."

Rigby just frowned.

Half an hour later, the two guys finished their job and started leaving the attic area to go to their bedroom, where they usually went when they wanted to hang out after work.

"Now can we high-five?" the happy Rigby asked, yet again holding up his hand for Mordecai.

"Uh, sure, dude." Mordecai answered the gesture by holding up his own hand and slapping Rigby's with it.

"Oooohhhhh!" Rigby started, reciting the common phrase the pair of guys usually used when happy or accomplishing something.

"Oooohhhhh!" Mordecai joined in, smiling at his friend.

"We totally got those boxes done with no problem! Ha-ha!" Rigby walked into the bedroom and hopped onto his bed, which was actually just a trampoline, and popped open a bottle of soda.

"I hope we don't have to do something like that again tomorrow," Mordecai said, wiping his forehead with his hand. "Benson usually doesn't make us do stuff like that."

"Yeah, I wonder why he made us," Rigby agreed. "We usually get the easy stuff. That was so not."

"Uh, dude, what are you talking about? I'm the one who lifted the boxes."

"No you're not! I helped with that first one, remember?" Rigby got up from his bed.

"Yeah, for like two seconds! Then you called me over to help. Maybe I shouldn't have." Mordecai crossed his arms.

"Ugh, now you're mad?" Rigby passed Mordecai and ran out the bedroom, down the stairs, and flew past Benson, who was walking up from the basement in the house, knocking him over and sending him back down the stairs and through the open door in the basement.

Rigby didn't even notice.