So hello Peeps of fanfiction. I was very dissapointed that there was no slashing of Benson and pops so here i present my story *0* hopefully you all like. I do want to continue since i already wrote some for what's gonna happen next. Please positive critizism is advised...or even bad ones -_- i will grudgeningly accept haha -A/N


Cold friday in Autumn

(cheesy title i know i didn't know what else to call it)

"Alright everybody here's today's park duties," Benson called enthusiastically with a light smile, at least, it sounded that way to him. To everyone else it was combined with his usual monotonous voice and sarcasm which made the park groundkeepers wondering if he was already in a bad mood. It was a chilly Friday in November everyone was huddled together on the porch listening on what they had to do today. "So today, Skips will be raking up the leaves" He was answered with a nod. "Ok and Muscle man. High five ghost. You will be cleaning up the mess left from the concert now that the tour is over." "Aw sweet! Hopefully we find some choice stuff! Woooooo!" Muscle man shouted and ran off with High five ghost following behind him. Benson followed the two for a short while with his eyes and turned back to his clipboard.

"Mordecai and Rigby…you'll be in charge of cleaning the park's golf carts and emergency car. Pops you-"

"What?" Both Mordecai and Rigby said in unison. " But it's freezing out here dude!" Mordecai whined. "Yeah!" Rigby retorted, defending his best friend, "Shouldn't we like wait for summer for that? It's not like there that dirty!" The small raccoon pointed to the vehicles coated in mud. Benson sighed, "Look, Rigby, we all gotta do our job, so let's just get through this and get it over with," He said with pinching the part of his nose between his eyes with his forefinger and thumb. There was a silent pause. Benson took a deep breath to push away the stress that was already beginning to build up inside of him. "Now, Pops, you will be-"

"So then, it'll be cool if we just go to a car wash or something?" Mordecai interrupted again.

"Do whatever you want, as long as it gets done," Benson said in response, thinking that he should've just told them that was already what he meant for them to do. "So Pops, you will be in charge of managing the Snack shack today."

"Oh good show! How I love to manage the snacks and greet the lovely customers." Pops giggled with excitement. Benson smiled. How he found such delight in an n employee finding such enthusiasm in his work. After all doesn't every manager hope to find an employee like Pops?

After everyone left to do their tasks, Benson got set on what he had to do. He went to his office all toasted warm from the built in heater inside the room. The heat already affecting his chilled body. He took of his dark navy jacket and orange and yellow striped scarf to hang on the coat rack. He sat down into his desk chair. It squeaked slightly as he eased into it. He took a moment to look at tall the paper work needed to be accomplished and sighted. Today was going to be a long day.

After four hours, Benson needed a break and decided to check on everyone. He got up; stretched, winced from the cracking noise his back made but soon sighed in comfort as his muscles began to relax. He was especially glad to be off of his bottom feeling how numb it had gotten from sitting down for so long. He put on his jacket and scarf and set out quickly to see if there was any damage. Especially from a certain pair of idiot slackers…

He first came up to Muscle man and High-Five Ghost's area and saw from a distance that half of the task was already done. Benson was slightly surprised to see that the two had turned the clean up as some kind of game. Then again they always tried to make anything seem more extreme or fun. Hell, whatever gets the work done, Benson thought. He saw the little stands around the stadium which once help snacks; t-shirts, souvenirs and booze were already free of litter and ready to be put away from the company they rented them from. The pair had set on cleaning the clutter around the actually stage.

"Bet you can't beat that man." High-Five Ghost called out in his quivery voice after he shot a balled up heap of garbage into the trash bin placed ten feet in front of them.

Muscle man laughed grotesquely. "Please, man I can totally make it with one hand behind my back!" He called out to his friend in his hoarse voice.

To back up said statement he held his left hand behind his back and attempted to throw the balled up trash with his right hand. He pulled his right arm as far as it would go, shifted his legs for better ground, grunted and used all his strength to throw the want-to-be basketball into the bin. He and High-Five just stared at the bundle which had broken apart merely five feet away.

From a distance, Benson just shook his head in amazement from all that big talk muscle man had that was all he had to show for it. But soon that silence was filled with loud laughter.

"Wow man…th-that was...the...worst throw I've ever seen!" High-Five barely managed to say through his fits of laughter.

"You know who else throws that bad?" Muscle man said through his gasps of breath from his wheezing laugh. "My mom!" he shouted, which started a new wave of laughter from the two. Benson just rolled his eyes and walked away, satisfied at least that the two were almost done. He marked it down on his clipboard.

He came up to Skips who, to his amazement, had already picked up the leaves, put them in the appropriate waste disposal, and had even cleaned the fountain near his work area. Skips, who was only wearing the same jeans he always wore and work gloves for warmth, was now sitting on the bench in front of the fountain enjoying the view and peaceful environment.

"Whoa Skips your already done?" called Benson as he walked over to where the yeti was sitting. "And you even cleaned the fountain. Wow!" Benson smiled to the man with gratefulness shining in his eyes.

"Ah it was nuttin Benson." The white haired ape man said with modesty.

"Thanks man I really appreciate this."

"Well anything else I can do?"

"Its fine Skips you're done for the day," Benson said with much gratitude.

"Well thanks man, guess I'll head to the garage then. Work out for a bit. Might as well get the blood pumping it is cold today." He got up with a grunt; put his hand on Benson's shoulder for a short as he walked away as his way of saying thanks for this early release from work.

Benson, now in a good mood, set on finding Mordecai and Rigby. As he set on his journey he wrote a good report on Skips and everything that had been accomplished so far. The closer he got to the house the more his good vibe was turning into worry wondering if the two handled the job with no complications. He walked to the house. Round the back and saw the two wrestling each other on the cold ground.

"Take it back dude!" Mordecai demanded.

"No way! Your just mad cuz its true!" Rigby shouted

Benson felt his shoulders stiff with the asinine and unprofessionalism displayed in front of him. Each one was trying to pin the other down to prove their point. Their fighting style was followed by a series of grunts and sloppy brute force.

"Ahem." Benson addressed, announcing his presence.

The two stopped and looked up to see Benson looming over them with annoyance plastered all over his face. Mordecai and Rigby slowly looked at each other and quickly got up and dusted of the dirt on their jackets and pants, well at least in Mordecai's case. Rigby being the rebel he was refused to wear pants even despite the nipping air and settled with a dark burgundy jacket.

"Uh, hey Benson, what's up?" Mordecai chuckled nervously and pulled at one of the many zippers on his forest green winter jacket.

"Yeah dude your totally interrupting us." Rigby said in annoyance. Mordecai elbowed him in his arm. "Ow!" Rigby whined and glared at his friend.

Benson sighted in frustration. "Did you two finish what you were supposed to do?" Mordecai immediately perked up.

"Yup totally finished Benson," Mordecai said proudly. Benson noticed his left cheek was puffed out more than his right, indicating that he had been hit hard.

"What happened to your face?" Benson asked looking down at the raccoon, doubting he had any power in him to cause it.

"Oh, well, you see when we got there, outta nowhere this buff, ripped chick comes over to us telling us we stole her bag. We told her we didn't have it. She kinda shook us and saw we didn't and was about to go when Rigby here," Mordecai said his shorter friends name with bitterness," had made a crack on how manly she was. She turned around, started sprinting toward us" Mordecai held up his arms in disbelief," grabbed me and socked me…hard too…" He finished quietly while rubbing his bruised cheek.

"Well glad that's all that happened and it didn't get worse." Benson responded coolly. "And Rigby you should watch what you say, got it?" He had raised his voice slightly in disapproval of the raccoon's lack of better judgment. The little raccoon just folded his arms and glared in the other direction and grumbled.

"Well since you finished that you guys mind sweeping the house and doing the dishes?" Benson asked.

"Sure no problem" Mordecai said.

"What? We finished the car wash crap, shouldn't we be done now?" Rigby complained.

"Rigby!" Mordecai said through his teeth and glared at him.

"Ugh! Fine. Whatever." Rigby said sourly and went into the house slamming the door.

"Later Benson." Mordecai called after he went running to follow his small companion. "Hey don't think we're done here Rigby! After this you're gonna get it!" Benson heard Mordecai shout this retort somewhere in the house.

Benson stared at the door for a short while then decided it wasn't any of his business anyway. They always fought. Always made up quickly too. Probably an argument about that Mary or Margret chick I been hearing about, Benson thought to himself. He looked at his clipboard and decided to wait on checking them off to make sure they finished.

After a short walk down the path he came up to the Snack shack, where Pops was. From appearance business was going slow. Which made Benson a little disheartened. What was he going to tell ? He would be very disappointed to find that his he would be under the expected currency from his small franchises in the park. He also didn't like hearing excuses from the certain hot-headed manager either.

"Ah ha ha….ah ha ha ha!" He heard Pops giggle.

He looked up at the clipboard he didn't even realize he had put in front of his face. He saw Pops entertain himself with the clicking of the cash register.

Ping! Ping! Ding!

He pressed on each button testing each sound as if ready to play a piece with the noise as if from an instrument and smiled. Benson chuckled at the sight. He never knew why every time he saw the man he felt such a cozy warmness swell up inside him. He mused about it as he walked closer and closer to the said man. Perhaps it was his child like wonder and naivety that made him want to protect that innocence. (Even though that was already his requirement from the owner of the park.) Or perhaps it was how he found delight and goodness in everyone despite how mean they appeared. Such as in Benson. Despite the tense feeling people put up around Benson, Pops was always in high spirits with him.

It might have even been how he turned every bad situation into something to laugh about. Be he found himself entranced the man in admiration. Or so he thought it was just that…

"Hey Pops how's business going?" Benson asked, barely containing his sudden blossoming good mood.

"Benson, my good man, business is going great! I saw a mother and her lovely daughter, a man and his canine companion, and three children playing and an elderly couple…"

"Wow Pops, all these people came by and bought something?" Benson said with new hope. Maybe he wouldn't have to break the bad news that business has failed yet another day to Mr. Maellard.

"Eh…oh…no Benson, I merely waved a friendly hello and some even waved back." Pops said delighted. As quickly as Benson's hope began to blossom it soon came to a crashing fall. Pops was no fool to the other man's distress. "Oh I'm terribly sorry Benson maybe I should have pressed them further to buy something. I guess I'm just not cut out for running a snack shop." Pops finished quietly looking down.

"Oh pops, it's not your fault," Benson said quickly to cheer him up. He hated to see those innocent eyes filled with sorrow." It's just the weather. It's getting chillier, so of course people would want something more fitting than a cold soda."

Then Pops smiled suddenly. An idea struck him. "Then the answer is clear then on what else must be done don't you agree Benson?" He replied slyly, so much so it sounded as a soft purr and upon saying so he leaned over the counter facing to the outside to where Benson was. He closed the distance between them by quite a bit.


So yeah tell me what you think so far X3 This is my first time posting hehe.