CHAPTER 1
As usual, it was a hot, summery day at the park, where all park members were mindlessly taking care of their chores, wiping away the sticky sweat from their brows, waiting until they could finish. The trees swept in some sort of rhythm with the cool breeze, and the birds chirped merrily amongst the ambient noises of the city. Mordecai and Rigby were mowing the lawn – even though Rigby's contribution involved him lying on the ground complaining about the heat and his job in general.
"Why don't you quit then?" grumbled Mordecai who was still pacing slowly around the field with the old fashioned lawnmower, because for some reason the park would not buy machine ones.
"Dude, I'm not gonna quit, I need this job – besides I love hanging out with my bro," said Rigby quickly, who seemed to be hurt by what Mordecai had said, "come on let's leave this and go play some video games." Mordecai sighed. He was extremely tempted to just drop the lawnmower and slack off, but Rigby always got him into trouble – especially when they weren't doing their jobs. Mordecai thought he and Rigby were lucky that Benson hadn't fired them, or at least yet.
"I can't, I need to finish this otherwise Benson will snap his crank. If you helped, we'd finish this quicker, you know." Mordecai replied, still tiredly manoeuvring the aged lawnmower that managed to sculpt the grass neatly despite it's exhausted blades.
Rigby shifted in his spot and groaned, "fine – but we better go play some video games after this." he said as he slowly rose from the ground and reluctantly grabbed his abandoned lawnmower. Mordecai smiled, and thought about how immature his friend was sometimes, but that he wouldn't want him in any other way. "I promise." said Mordecai, and they both silently resumed mowing the lawn.
It wasn't until 4pm when Mordecai and Rigby finally finished mowing the lawn, which would have finished earlier if they didn't have to check that the grass was at the right length. They both heaved onto the couch with a sigh. The couch felt cool, which was relaxing and soothing for their hot bodies and aching muscles. Mordecai just wanted to go to sleep, but he knew that Rigby would whine, so he decided that he'd stay up just for a little bit to please him.
"Aww yeah, Strong Johns!" exclaimed Rigby as he quickly bounced off the couch, reaching for the game station, holding the rather tatty game disc.
"Again? Dude we've played this game like a million times, aren't there any others?" said Mordecai. It was true, the game was practically the only game Rigby ever played – which he wasn't even good at, and it started to get on Mordecai's nerves considering he didn't even like the game in the first place.
"Nah, dude this game is the best! Come on, just one game." Rigby replied, hastily shoving the game disc into the drive and turning on the TV. He climbed back up onto the couch and sat rather close to Mordecai, which he noticed, but didn't mind.
After a few hours of bad, pixelated graphics and annoying music that looped every ten minutes, Mordecai finally decided that he had had enough of video games for one night, he disconnected his controller and said "I'm tired, dude, I need to go to bed." It was already night. Rigby opened his mouth to retort until muscle man came running in with his usual pig screech screaming. He started running around the room, turning tables and throwing lamps in some sort of panic.
"Dude, what the hell is going on with you?" shouted Mordecai, as he was attempting to hold Muscle Man down.
"Yeah, man, just chill." said Rigby calmly, who was still playing on the console.
"NO, GUYS YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND, THERE'S THIS CRAZY WOMAN WHO'S DESTROYING THE PARK AND SHE WON'T LEAVE!" screamed Muscle Man, and at that he started squealing and throwing stuff around the room again.
"We better find Skips." said Mordecai, turning to face Rigby, who nodded.