Hey Hawkmeister here! I helped Broda Decin with his story, and I'd be happy to do it for anyone else. Like tell me what you're idea for a story is and I'll write the first chapter and the first chapter only to help you get started! Please follow me and my story Bird Meets World! Later!

-Hawk

Benson took the mug. "Thanks guys, but um…" Benson looked over his "World's Best Boss" mug.

"What? Don't you like it bro?" Muscle Man asked. Everyone was concerned.

Benson smiled. "No, I just wasn't expecting it. Now get back to work." He said. Everyone walked away, but Mordecai and Rigby noticed there was still something a bit off about Benson.

Mordecai and Rigby started washing the cart. "What was up with Benson?" Asked Rigby.

"I don't know man, I think we should try and find out." Mordecai said.

"Yeahyuh we should!" Replied Rigby. They dropped what they were doing and snuck into the house where Benson was in his office.

They snuck up the stairs and peered into the office. "Shh!" Mordecai put his fingers to his lips and looked at Rigby.

Benson sighed and took a drink of his coffee out of his new mug. He set the cup down on a filing cabinet next to his desk; then he leaned back in his seat. Then after a moment he got up and threw his desk over on its side. "AHH!"

Mordecai and Rigby remained silent until Benson started crying. Not a bawling cry, but a tear ran down his face, and he kind of sniffled. "BENSON!" They yelled. "Dude what's the matter?" Mordecai asked.

Benson quickly wiped his face. "What are you two slackers doing? I thought you were supposed to be working!"

"We're sorry Benson, but we could tell there was something wrong." Rigby explained. Benson sighed and fell back in his chair with his hand over his face.

"Look, there's something going on, and I'll tell you bozos if you promise to keep it a secret." Benson said.

Mordecai and Rigby looked at each other, and then back at Benson. "WE PROMISE!" They said in unison.

"You swear?" The gumball machine insisted.

"On Margaret's grave." Mordecai said.

"On meatball sub kind." Rigby answered.

Benson sighed one more time. "I'm leaving the park."

Sup guys, so yeah Hawkmeister wrote this chapter just to get it started off, but I will write the rest of this, later.