"Mordecai! Mordecai! Wake up!" Rigby called to his best friend.

"Ugh...Wha?" Mordecai murmured, just barely waking up.

"Dude. Benson said that there was going to be some kind of special announcement today." He explained. "And I don't want him to yell at us like the last time."

Mordecai flipped away from the raccoon that was yelling at him. "Just a couple more minutes dude."

Rigby sighed. It was practically no use arguing. He couldn't do anything drastic to Mordecai because, for one thing, he was his best friend, but also because he was too small to do anything anyway. 'Ugh, I hate how lazy we can get sometimes.' Rigby looked over at his friend. 'I suppose he does need his sleep. We were looking at that movie late last night. And he looks pretty cute when he's sleeping...' Rigby took a second to realize what he had just thought. 'Wow, what the h just happened?' He shook it off thinking that he was just tired. It was only 7 in the morning. "Duuuude, wake up."

Mordecai grunted. "Fine. I hope this meeting is worth getting up this early." He sat up and stretched. "Wanna go see what Pops made us for breakfast?"

"Yeeaaaaayuhhh!"

Mordecai and Rigby ran down the stairs and went into the kitchen to find Pops making pancakes. "Oh, why hello! Good morning Mordecai and Rigby!"

"Morning Pops!" The two said simultaneously.

"Isn't it a glorious day today?" He asked happily.

Mordecai grunted. "Speaking of which, isn't there a meeting that Benson said there was going to be today?"

"In fact, yes there is." He exclaimed. "I believe that it's going to be at 8."

"I thought it was going to be at 7." Rigby said. "Eh, I must have heard wrong."

Mordecai looked over at him. "Nice going dude. Got the time wrong again."

"Hey," Rigby started, "at least it was earlier than later."

"Yeah, I guess so."

"And besides, we've got pancaaaakess!"

"Yeaaaah we do!"

"And after, we can go and play some video games or something before the meeting starts. Who knows what Benson will tell us." Rigby explained.

"Yeah, true." Mordecai agreed. "But there's no need to worry about it right now. So let's get eatin'!"

Pops served the two friends their pancakes, coffee, and syrup. They plopped down on the sofa and Mordecai started to flip channels trying to find something good to watch.

"So," Rigby spoke, food already in his mouth, "what do you think Benson is gonna tell us?"

Mordecai put his hand on his beak. "I...hm. I really don't know dude. We haven't caused too much chaos recently, and we're doing our jobs pretty decently. I wouldn't know."

Rigby got really nervous all of a sudden. "What if he fires is dude?!"

"What are you talking about man? Another one of your mindless rants?"

Rigby slapped Mordecai's arm. "I'm being serious! Think about it. You and I have both noticed that our paychecks have been getting smaller by the week!"

"Oh my god! What if you're right?!" Mordecai freaked out. "I don't know man. I don't want to think about it like that. Maybe it's just news about the park or something."

"It was just an idea." Rigby said. "I don't want it to happen any more than you do."

"Don't want what to happen?" Someone said behind the two.

Mordecai almost jumped off the couch. "B-Benson. I wasn't expecting you here!"

The gumball machine raised his eyebrow. "I can sleep here too you know. I'm not always at my apartment"

"Hahaha." He laughed nervously. "I guess so."

"Now," Benson cleared his throat, "you don't want what to happen?"

"It's n-nothing really. Just thinking to myself." Mordecai explained, trying to remain calm and collected.

Benson eyes him suspiciously. "Hmp."

Rigby, on the other hand, couldn't keep his cool, and he started tugging on Benson's leg. "Please don't fire us from our jobs!"

He started to smile. "What? I'm not going to fire you guys."

"Really?" Rigby asked surprised.

"Nah. You guys would have to do something much worse than just slack off. Besides the occasional, and sometimes frequent, occurrences that destroy the park and such, you two really aren't that bad. And if I fire you guys, the park wouldn't be the same." He looked at his clipboard quickly. "Why would you think I would fire you two if you haven't done anything yet?"

Rigby spoke up. "For one thing, we haven't done anything yet." Mordecai punched him in the arm. "Ow! Dude!"

"What he meant to say is that we both noticed that our paychecks have been getting smaller recently." Mordecai explained. "We didn't know if it was some kind of weird subliminal message or something like that."

Benson smiled again. "That's actually what I called this meeting for."

"Did something happen?"

"I don't want everyone to get loud about it right now," Benson started to say. He looked at his wristwatch, "so I'll let everyone know about it in 15 minutes. You two, Pops, and Skips are already awake, so we just have to wait for Muscleman, Hi-Five Ghost, and Thomas. If they come early, we'll start the meeting early."

As Benson walked away, Mordecai turned to Rigby. "What do you think happened?"

"Like we said earlier, your guess is as good as mine dude." He said as he set up their Master System. "What do you wanna play man?"

Mordecai looked at their game collection. "Hmm...How about Dig Champs?"

"You know I'm up for Dig Champs any day dude!"

"Oooooooooohhhhh!"

Rigby got the game cartridge out of its casing and stuck it in the system. Mordecai got his control and began to sit on the couch. Rigby felt Mordecai's feathers pass by his arm, and he instantly blushed a bit. He quickly shook his head.

"Is everything alright Rigby?" Mordecai asked, looking slightly concerned for his friend.

Rigby was still shaking his head a bit, but not too hard. "Nah man, everything's cool."

"You sure dude?" He asked again. "You've been acting a little weird recently, and that's really saying something. And besides, you're a horrible liar. I just don't want you to go crazy about something if it's bothering you."

"Like I said, it's nothing. It's still pretty early, and I was kinda zoning out." Rigby explained. "I hate waking up early. Benson's meeting better be good."

Mordecai smiled. "Alright. For a second, I thought you were gonna ask if you wanted to be player one."

Rigby looked over at the blue jay with his best begging face. "Well, can I?"

He started laughing. "Ahahaha! I knew it! It's totally cool man."

"Really?"

"Yeah, I'm not completely cold-blooded."

The raccoon blushed again. "Well, you're not really cold-blooded at all. You are my best friend after all."

"Yeaaayuhhh I am!" Mordecai exclaimed. He gave a playful punch to Rigby. "And you're my best friend bro."

At this point, Rigby had to completely turn his face around away from his friend because he was blushing madly. 'Agh, Mordecai, why do you have to be such a perfect idiot sometimes?' He thought to himself. "Hey, I'm going to go get some water and I'll be right back."

"I'm not going anywhere." He called back.

Rigby quickly went into the kitchen where Pops was making pancakes for the three that were still nowhere to be seen, and Benson was looking at the clipboard he always carries around while eating his food. He continued towards the water jug and poured himself a glass. 'Alright, get it together Rigby.' He told himself. 'All he did was just brush up against you. That shouldn't mean anything.' He finished his water and there the glass in the sink. He looked over at Mordecai before he went back. 'I mean, just look at him!' Mordecai was fiddling around with the game box, reading the fine print. He must have sensed that someone was looking at him, or that Rigby was taking longer than he should, because he turned around and smiled at him. 'Aw, who am I kidding? He's amazing.'

Rigby went back to the living room where his friend was waiting for him.

"Feeling better?"

"Totally! Let's get diggin'!"

After several minutes of the two playing, the front door to the house opened loudly. "Good morning ladies!" Muscleman yelled out at no one in particular. He was followed by Hi-Five Ghost and Thomas. "Hey." They both said together.

"Alright, it looks like everyone is here." Benson exclaimed. "So let's start with this meeting."

"So," Benson started, "you are all probably wondering why I have called this meeting on such a short notice. I'm not sure if anyone else noticed, but Mordecai and Rigby have noticed that their paychecks have been getting smaller."

"Yeah," Skips agreed, "I have noticed that I was getting a smaller paycheck."

"Yeah, me too." Muscleman pitched in. "What's the big idea Benson?"

"Calm down Muscleman." Benson said. "As I was saying, yes, your checks have been getting a little smaller." He unclipped several envelopes from his clipboard. "Contained in these envelopes will explain why you've been getting less money." He handed everyone in the room an envelope. "Alright, Mordecai, open your envelope first."

He and Rigby got closer to each other and started whispering. "Before I open it, what do you think the reason is dude?" He asked.

"I don't know." Rigby answered. "Budget cuts maybe. Just open it already."

Mordecai took a sip of his coffee. "Alright, here I go." He ripped off the protective sealant off the back and looked inside. There was a sheet of paper and a smaller envelope inside. He took the sheep out. "Well, there's a small sheet of paper with a couple of words on it."

"Read what it says dude."

He took another sip of his coffee. "'Contained in this envelope is-' Mordecai started to choke."*cough* Agh! *cough*"

Rigby quickly started patting his back. "What is it?!"

"*cough* W-Water! Need water!"

Rigby rushed to the kitchen and poured a glass of water quickly. He stepped back in the living room and handed the choking blue jay his water.

Mordecai downed the water as fast as he could. It took a couple of seconds, but he stopped choking. "Ugh. That's better. Anyway, guys...you're not gonna believe this."

He cleared his throat. "'Contained in this envelope is $2,500'!"

"What?!" Everyone but Benson yelled out.

Rigby was the next one to open his envelope. "Dude, mine says the same thing!"

As everyone tore into their envelopes, suspicions were being raised at the same time. No one understood why they were getting so much money at one time.

"Where did this money come from?" Thomas asked Benson.

"It's money that I have been keeping from all of you. I've been taking a small amount from your checks and compiling it. I knew that some of you wouldn't save your money."

"What are you talking about Benson?" Rigby asked him. "We're good at saving money."

Benson gave Rigby a look of derision. "Really? You and Mordecai; look inside your wallets and tell me how much you have right now." Rigby started to raise a finger. "Not counting the money you just got."

They both took out their wallets. Model looked inside his. "I've got three dollars."

Rigby turned his wallet upside down and a bat flew out of it. "Do bats count?" Benson sighed as he shook his head. "Yeah, well, if you have had told us to save money, we would have done it."

"Yeah right."

"Whatever."

Muscleman decided to interrupt the two before things got out of hand. "What's all this saved money for anyway?"

Benson smiled. "Well, I've been doing a bit of planning over the past couple of months. I figured that everyone needed a vacation. And others needed a vacation from this vacation." He looked over at Mordecai and Rigby.

"Hey!" The two said.

"Hey, I'm just kidding. Anyway, like I said, I figured it's been a long time since we've all had a good break."

"Wow, that's so cool!" Fives said happily.

"Yeah!" Skips agreed. "Where are we going?"

"Pack your bags guys," Benson started as he unclipped sunshades from his clipboard and put them on, "because tonight, we're taking a plane to the city that never sleeps!"

"You mean..."

"Yup! We're going to Vegas!"