Temple and the Park

Hey! This is my second Regular Show fan fic, and I have like, three more to write! The ideas just keep coming! Anyway, I got this idea from playing Donkey Kong Country 64, and listening to music from Madagascar 2. I tell you, I'm crazy! Enjoy my random junk.

This entire story is told in Mordecai's POV.

I do not own Regular Show. I am sad about that.

Chapter 1: The DMV

I don't know how it happened, it just did. I suppose it was my fault for letting Rigby drive the cart, he just gets so distracted. And the law is getting stricter. He sees one butterfly, veers off the road, hits one little lamp post, and he gets his license taken away. So that's how we ended up at the DMV. And, as I quote Rigby, "I hate the DMV." I like to say DMV stands for "Devil's Many Vices."

When we came into the building, there were about a hundred people there. I sighed, as there was nowhere to sit. It took us forever just to get a number. Then Rigby and I stood and waited.

"Now serving twelve," the old lady said over the mike.

Rigby looked at his ticket. Twelve! But then he moved his thumb, which was blocking a number. Seven. We were 127.

"I really hate the DMV," Rigby muttered.

Apparently I fell asleep standing up, but eventually got up to the counter. Rigby told the lady (who looked like she was going to keel over any second) what happened and how he needed his license back.

"You need to take a test to get it back," the lady said slowly, "The test taking is in the next room."

Rigby sighed and we both went into the room she pointed at and found… yet another waiting room. UGH! I fell asleep again before Rigby got to take his test. I sat next to him as he took the test.

"Psst! Mordecai!" he whispered so the man watching us wouldn't hear. I slowly looked at him. "What is…" he paused to look at his paper, "Right of way?"

I stared at him for a moment before shrugging. I was about to go back to sleep, when I heard a noise from my radio. As the man in charge glared, I took out the radio and turned it on.

"Sorry, Benson, can you say that again?" I requested.

"Mordecai and Rigby! Get back to the park now!" He sounded angry and concerned at the same time.

Rigby took the radio from me. "Sorry, Benson, we can't," he said.

"Why not?" Benson wondered.

"Oh see, it's a funny story really," Rigby said with a slight laugh, "See, I ran the cart into a lamp post, and some police man got angry and took my license away, and now I'm at the DMV."

"That's not funny, Rigby," Benson growled, "Well hurry up and get back here as soon as you can."

"Wait, Benson! Before you go, what is right of way?" Benson hung up.

…

By some miracle Rigby got his license and we drove the cart back to the park. What we saw when we got there will haunt me for the rest of my life. Or until the end of next week. Whichever comes first.

Ha! A cliffhanger! You're not gonna find out what happened until the next chapter! Ain't I the worst?

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