Well, this was by far the worst chapter I have ever written. Maybe i should watch regular show more often to feel the vibe. I do not necesarrily write many fanfics for Regular show as you can see. Well, I tried my best. I didn't exactly get each charecters exact detailed personality, but I think I came close enough.For starters let me tell you that I don't want to be flamed. Please if you think it is terrible, tell me why you think it's terrible. Please also tell me what my strengths are. Positive feedback is always appreciated! If you don't like my story, or my charecters, or the way I wrote the charecters, then get lost, and don't read the next chapters. Well, well, well, it seems that we are having a relative of Mordecai's coming to the park. And not only is she visiting the park, but she's going to set up a festival there. This should be interesting to see. I wonder what will happen. Will there be new friendships? Will she make enemies? Will the picnic be a hit, or a dud? Well, that is for me to know and for you to find out. Tell me if I should continue.
Also if you would like to see what Agnes looks like, I will send you a link to her picture. Just ask.
It was an early morning for Rigby and Mordecai. The sun outside was shining, and the clouds were perfect. Not too many, and just enough for a beautiful day. Mordecai woke up, and stretched his wings far. He had a great nights sleep. Scratching his back, he looked down, and glanced at his best friend, Rigby. Rigby was still asleep, and covered in clothes. Mordecai rolled his eyes. Well, if he wanted to sleep in, who was Mordecai to say no? If he wanted to, he would let him. He stayed in the bed. It was their day off. They might as well get a few winks in. Not much was going to go on today anyway. So rethinking his plans to rudely wake Rigby up, Mordecai had recovered his sheets over himself, and resumed sleeping. He closed the curtains, and closed his eyes back up.
When he thought he coulld get a few winks into his sleeping once again, he was woken up by a familiar sound. A loud racoon. He was jumping up and down on the bed. "Mordecai! Mordecai! Wake wake up, wake up!" He shouted with joy. Mordecai groaned, and pulled the sheets over his head. What was he getting so excited about? What made today so important. "Come on, Rigby. Don't you remember?" He said groaning. To get him off of off his sleeping body, he gave him a good kick. Rigby fell to the floor, obviously getting whinier.
"Dude. Today's our day off. No waking me up." He said rubbing the sleep from his eyes. "Now leave me alone." He fell backwards laying his head down.
Rigby squinted his eyes in annoyance. He suddenly had a great idea on how to get Mordecai out of bed. "Aright. Good ahead and stay in bed. I really don't care if you don't want to get to watch the one and only KILLERS FROM SPACE!" He was running around, having fun, and making jokes about what he saw from the movie's trailers. "I AM A GIANT DEFORMED RADIATED MUTANT FROM ANOTHER WORLD, MORDECAI! I PLAN ON HARVESTING YOUR BRAIN, AND FEEDING IT TO MY GIANT DEFORMED RADIATED MUTANT GIRLFRIEND FOR VALENTINES DAY RAOR!" He grabbed onto his head, and lifted it, grabbing the pillow from underneath. "FINALLY I HAVE YOUR BRAAAAIIIIINNNN! THE YOUNGLINGS SHALL GROW TO BE ALL POWERFULL!"
Mordecai could not help, but get a good laugh out of his friends whacky antics. It was true. For a moment, he had actualy forgotten that today was the opening day for the killers from space movie. "Oh, no, giant deformed radiated mutant! What must I do to get my brain back?" He laughed.
"YOU MUST COME TO WATCH THE MOVIE WITH ME! IF YOU DO NOT YOUR DELISCIOUS BRAIN WILL MAKE A SUSEPTIBLE TREAT TO MY BEAUTIFUL LITTLE CHILDREN. IF YOU DO WATCH THE MOVIE HOWEVER, YOU WILL GET YOUR BRAIN BAACK . . . MAYBE!" He said in a joking tone. The two laughed, and chuckled. They were so excited to see the movie. Mordecai and Rigby were even more so happier that ironically the same day it opened was the day that they got off. How convinient was that? Rigby tossed Mordecai his pillow, and he caught it. He tossed it over to his bed and the pair ran downstairs. Their running down the stairs was like thunder as the two raced to get ready for the movie. "You got the money, Mordecai?" the little racoon asked.
"Yeayuh!" He said as he grabbed his wallet from downstairs. They were rushing to see this movie. It was supposed to be the best movie in theaters, they were told. A bunch of action packed scifi adventure. "I call first dibs on showers!" Mordecai shouted. The raccon groaned as the tall blue jay rushed inside, and got ready to take his shower. Rigby looked outside, and saw nothing strange in particular. Everybody working, while the pair enjoyed their day off. Skips, trimming the hedges with great persicion, Pops raking the leaves that had fallen, Muscle man emptying a trash can, high five ghost cleaning out a fountain, Benson walking toward the house with an angry face on. Yep. The world seemed as it should. Everything was fine . . . except! Benson? Walking toward house? WITH ANGRY FACE?
Oh, boy! Those words were not good in a sentence together. Hurriedly he ran over through the hall, to the bathroom door. "Uhhh Mordecai?" He knocked on the door quietly. He didn't hear anything. "Mordecai!" He knocked a little louder. No response once again. At this he banged on the door. "Mordecai! Mordecai! Mordecai! Mordecai!" He slammed his fists on the door.
Mordecai opened the door, with a towel around his waist. "What dude? Seriously! I was almost done! Can't you wait five more minutes?" He said using another towel to dry the feathers on his head.
Rigby was not ready to get to work. "I can wait five minutes." He then clutched Mordecai's hand, and pulled him over to the window. "THOUGH I DOUBT BENSON WILL!" He looked to see that Benson had gotten closer to the house. The two screamed in fear. This was the day! They were going to be fired for sure!
Fear of loosing their chance to see the movie, Mordecai started panicking "Gyeahh! Let's just grab the money, and run as fast as we can. If we slip out the back door, maybe we won't get caught!" He said thinking of a plan on the spot. They ran downstairs, and grabbed their wallets. Running quickly, they dashed to the back door, and were about to open it up. They looked behind themselves, to see if the front door had been breached yet. It wasn't. Awesome! As Rigby opened the back door, they were ready to sprint. That is until they saw Benson standing at the foot of the doorway. His face was the usual brow hanging low, with a frown, and his arms crossed. They hated the fact that he always knew a way to catch them. They groaned heavily at the fact that they were found out.
As soon as their groan was over he put on a sarcastic smile. "Oh, hello, guys. Were you two going out to have some fun?" He said in a cheerfull attitude. They responded with an angry face that showed their feelings toward their interrupted day off. He knew he wasn't going to get a respond, so he just said what he would say, had he assumed they were going to go out, and mess aorund. "Well, too bad! I have scheduled a meeting today. We have some stuff to discuss. Now come on! Outside the both of you!" He shouted as he walked off. The gumballs rattled inside. They follew right behind him.
They all met outside of the house. Sitting on the steps, Skips, and pops were at the fifth step. High five ghost, and Muscle man were on the bottom step. Pops waved to them, and pointed at the third step, indicating that he was kindly enough to save the two a spot. They stepped up past muscle man, and high five ghost, and squatted down, to listen to Benson. "All right people. As grounds keepers, we need to look over the schedules for the most important annual tradition of the year." Everybody stared at him waiting for him to say what the tradition was. He knew that he wasn't the only one who knew.. Surely somebody else had to know what it was. Maybe Mordecai and Rigby wouldn't know, but surely Pops, or Skips couldn't forget. "Uhhh, do you all know what the most important tradition is?" He looked around at them all. Nobody moved or said a word. "Anybody at all?"
"Free Lillipops day?" Pop's asked in a cheery voice.
"Oooh! Free snacks, from the snack bar day?" Mordecai guessed shrugging his shoulders.
"Punch all loser's faces in day?" Muscle man asked. He swung at Skips, bt skips moved slightly to the side, causing him to miss, and fall.
Skips raised his hand. "Apparently, the tradition is more important to you, than it is to us. Why don't you just tell us what the tradtion is?" Skips said. He knew that they wouldn't know, but it was apparently very important to Benson. He wouldn't say it was unimportant. He would just say it wasn't important to all of them.
Benson sighed. Surem he didn't require any of them to know, but it would be nice if they did take some time from their lives to get to know him. Even if it was just a little bit. He hated being known as the red gumball machine that just yelled at people, and didn't care about anything else. He had a heart just like everybody does, but some people just couldn't see beyond the surface. He finally calmed his thoughts down, and resumed. "The most important annual tradition is the week long festival picnic for the park. It's really important, because it's how we pay for the park, including paying for both Mordecai's and Rigby's mistakes!" He said glaring in their direction. "Plus, it pays for alot of other things, like if somebody gets hurt, or if we have damage during a storm." Everybody knew that he was leading up to bad news. "The bad news is that the company we used to pay to perform and set up the festival has decided to stop business with us. They are no longer working in festivals and are going out of business." That's when he asked the group. "I was wondering if anybody knew a way to get a hold of any cheap entertainment, and help to set up the festival. We're going to need some bouncey castles, tents, concession booths, booths for games like ring toss, and entertainment like face paint, and if the money can afford it a band to perform." He looked around. "Also, I doubt that we are going to get any cheap festival planners, so if anybody knows a company that won't rob us blind, then I would love to hear it."
For a moment it was all silent. Nobody knew anybody at the moment. They all started thinking. Nothing was coming to mind. Suddenly Rigby had an idea. His eyes got wide, and he smiled. He reached up to tap rigby on the arm. "Dude, I think we should tell Benson." He grinned.
Mordecai looked down. "What are you talking about?" He said.
"Come on, Mordecai. We should ask . . . " He knelt down, as Rigby started whispering in his ear.
As Mordecai was crouched down, his bored expression slowly turned to one that looked like the idea was genious. When Rigby was done whispering to Mordecai pulled back, and raised his eyebrows, in a half smile that showed how proud he was of his awesome idea. Mordecai grinned in an excited way. "Awwwww dude. That idea is perfect. She loves us. No question she loves to hang out with us. I hope she doesn't mind coming out here for us. Oh, wait! What if she doesn't want to come on account of you know who?" Mordecai said slightly nudging his head in Benson's direction.
Benson shifted his glance in the pairs direction. "Wait, what did you two say? Do all know somebody that can hook us up with some people who work in entertainment business? If so, I have to know. The festival picnic is really important to me, and if we don't have the festival this year, we can all kiss our jobs goodbye." He said with a serious stare. "So, tell me what you are keeping from me OR YOU'RE FIRED!"
Rigby spoke up. "Well, Mordecai has this younger step cousin. She is like really cool, and fun, and she works with a party group. They do all the things you would need to set up your average carnival. Tents, booths, tickets, raffels, carnival rides, live bands the whole shebang. She is funny, and smart, and she is really friendly toward me and Mordecai." Rigby said. "She lives out of town, and her store policy is if you are related to her you get the carnival, and picnic packages half off, so it will probably be the cheapest you ever have to pay for a festival EVER!"
Mordecai was the one who would bring out her flaws. "Yeah, but I would like to warn you. She is not so wonderful, and great all the time. She does sort of have her weaknesses, like other people. Most of the times she has problems with authority, and will sometimes, do things that aren't "by the book." She also gets really stressed out when people hollar at her, and when she gets yelled at too much she'll get flustered and start to get sloppy. Now I know that she isn't necesarrily your employee, and I know that she has a boss of her own, but let's just say you are not the most motivational or quiet boss. Also given those two main weaknesses, you and her would be a bad mix."
Rigby was not so intimidated. "What's wrong with her other than that? She loves us. We love her, and she is like the little sister I never had! Sure she has some faults but who doesn't? Come on Mordecai. We used to pal around all the time. We all get along, and were a close knit group. Inviting her over, and hiring her group woulfd be just like old times. You know, just instead of inviting her over for a movie, we'll be inviting her over for a picnic festival, and instead of having fun, we'll all be working together." Mordecai smiled at the thought of bringing a relative to the park. She liked to go to parks anyway. "Come on. She would love to come and hang with us."
Mordecai smiled, and nodded. "Yeah, you're right. She would love to come down and help us. And with her talents, she could draw in a crowd like that." He snapped with enthusiasm.
"Hold up! What is she like?" Benson squinted his eyes. "The last thing I want is another Mordecai in my park. One is enough. If she has the same work ethic as you. You can just forget about it." Benson said turninf his head to the side. "All I want to know is if she has any diligence, and if she works fast."
Mordecai was not about to blow an opportunity for is step cousin. "Oh no no no. She's good, she's good. She is a harder worker than me and Rigby combined. She can set up a tent faster than you could say "Festival week." Also, she is my step cousin, so she looks nothing like me. You wouldn't even know we're related. Trust us. It'll be a perfect idea to help fund the park. They get a gig, we get a big fund for the park, and you get your festival. Everybody wins."
Benson looked to the side. "Fine. As long as they are willing to keep the customers coming in. I want to call her in. What's her phone number?" He said pulling out a piece of paper.
Mordecai looked at Rigby, with a face that said he definitely didn't want Benson calling her. "Dude!" He said whispering to Rigby. "I don't want Benson to scare her off. Don't let him call her."
"Don't worry. I got this." Rigby whispered, back. "Uhh, Benson. Let me call her. She and I go way back. I think if we called her, she would feel more comfortable coming over. You just leave it to us." He said smiling. "We'll do all the talking, and get the packages in. You just take it easy." He said smiling at his big round glass head.
Benson sighed. "Fine. You call her in. The annual park's festival picnic, is really important to me, and is what makes the face of the park every year. If anything goes wrong at this festival, YOU'RE FIRED!" He said, his face turning an angry red. When he walked away, they could tell, that Benson had very little faith in them. They knew that he never trusted them, and this time was no exception. They saw a glisten in his eye, when he said the festival was important to to him. They would respect that. Still, though. If they knew anything about Benson, it was that he had a bad attitude, and was not a very kindly person. He was bitter on the outside, and most likely on the inside.
"Sheesh, Mordecai. I'm surprised that you don't want Benson to talk to Agnes." Rigby said with an eyebrow raised.
Mordecai looked at Rigby with a serious face. "Dude! you know Agnes. She is my step cousin. Haven't you ever noticed Benson's attitude toward us? If he's willing to be such a punk to us, what are the chances he would be nice to Agnes? Also, Benson's attitude blows. I would much rather let her leave, and let us get in trouble than let Benson be mean to my step cousin. In life you can always have all different kinds of jobs, but you get one Agnes like ours." He said as they headed back towards the house.
"Hmmm. Yeah. You're right. Besides, I would think she would have an easier time making friends with Muscle man than the likes of him, and that is saying something. What's surprising is that you didn't mention her condition." He said opening the door to the house. "I would have thought that would be the first thing you would bring up.
The blue jay stared down at him. "Why should that make any difference? Besides, he won't be hanging around her enough to even be able to bring it up, because I am not letting Benson anywhere near her, all week, this week." He said.
"Well, Mordecai, if that's your plan, then I'm with you. Besnon can yell at somebody else this week." He said giving Mordecai a high five. Rigby then walked inside, and picked up the phone. "Do you remember the party planers number?" Rigby asked confused.