Benson: I want you guys to finish this raking before you go to lunch!- No slacking off! (leaves in golf cart)
Rigby: I hate raking! Why bother? I mean, you just rake leaves up, and another time you have to rake up more! And aren't they bio-degradable?
Mordecai: I know Rigby, but I'm hungry! Let's just finish the raking so we can go eat.- - Hey, what's this? (kicks at something in the leaves)
Rigby: Whoa, Dude! That looks like...a severed arm!
Mordecai: Jeez, you're right! (gingerly picks up arm)
Rigby: Dude, I bet that arm belonged to someone who used to work here!
Mordecai: You may be right. It's from someone who used to do our jobs! Just another loser like we are...it's a flunky's paw! (cell phone rings)
Benson: (on cell phone) Mordecai, are you guys slacking off?-Get to work!
Mordecai: I wish these leaves were all gone! (the paw flexs, and extends a finger; the leaves vanish)
Rigby: Dude, did you see that? You wished for the leaves to be gone, and they disappeared! That paw's got powers!
Mordecai: Now if only Benson would never bother us again! (the paw extends another digit, and Benson becomes just a regular gumball machine)
(later, back at the park clubhouse...enter Mordecai and Rigby)
Pops: (crying) Oh Mordecai and Rigby!-Thank heavens you're here!- This is terrible! I was just reading Mustache Monthly, and right before my eyes, Benson changed into a regular gumball machine!- Now we have no park manager!-What ever will we do?
Mordecai: Don't worry, Pops...Skips will know what to do! (They go to Skips' house)
Skips: (answering door knock) Yeah?-What do you guys want?
Rigby: Skips, 'ya gotta help us! We found this arm while raking leaves, and somehow wished Benson away!
Mordecai: Can you give us some kinda mystical thing to do to make everything right again?
Skips: I've seen this before. You've found an enchanted paw, and it's only good for three wishes! If you haven't used up all of your wishes, use your last wish to ask that none of this ever happened!
Mordecai: OK, cool! (holds arm aloft) I wish that we had never found this flunky's paw, and that Benson was himself again!
Skips: Now stand back... (a giant vortex swirls overhead as the paw extends a third finger; great winds flow as time is reversed, and they all are smashed to the floor)
Benson: (restored) Didn't I tell you two slackers to rake up those leaves?!- Now get back to work, or you're fired!
Rigby: Mordecai, couldn't you have wished Benson to come back a bit nicer?
Muscleman: You know who's not even as nice as Benson, Mordecai?-Your Mother! (Muscleman and High 5 Ghost exchange a high five and laugh at their own cleverness)
Mordecai: (despondently) We're stuck in this in this stinking, dead-end park job forever...
Rigby: Aww, come on, let's get some lunch and then go play a video game...Benson will never know!
Benson: (holding flunky's paw) And what am I supposed to do with this thing?- -Hey, wait, I knew this guy!