It was that time of year; I'm not talking about Thanksgiving or Christmas or the Fourth of July, I'm talking about: Spring Cleaning. Not that that meant anything in the Aqua Teen Hunger Force's house. There were messes everywhere: stains on the carpet for God knows how long, raw chickens rotting on the kitchen table, blood on the walls from…well, let's not go there. The Force was just sitting in the living room when there was a knock on the door; no one answered it. Another knock; no one answered it. Finally, there was a hard knock on the door that caused the three to take notice.
"I'll get it," Shakey reluctantly said as he went to the door. He opened it up to see Carl standing there. "Well Carl," Shakey said, "what brings you to these parts?"
"I came about your frickin' house," he said angrily.
"Meatwad!" Shakey shouted, "What did you do now?"
"Hey, I didn't do nuttin'," Meatwad said. "I stayed inside like a good little boy."
"It's not him," Carl said. "It this frickin' house; it smells like crap."
"What do you want us to do about it?" Shakey asked.
"I'm telling you to clean it up, you frickin' a-hole," Carl said.
"That's a good idea, Carl. I'll think about that the next time I care," Shakey said as he slammed the door.
"Who was that?" Frylock asked.
"Oh that was Carl," Shakey said. "He asked if we got any of his mail by accident."
"He also wants to borrow the leaf blower and the time machine," Meatwad added.
"Meatwad, we don't have a time machine, remember?" Frylock said.
"Oh yeah; I forgot about that," Meatwad said. "He actually came to tell us to clean up this house."
"I think we should," Frylock said. "I mean, there is somethin' funky growin' on the table."
"Fine, we'll clean the house," Shakey said. "But only if I get paid."
Frylock stared at Shakey and said, "That ain't gonna happen."
The three of them started spring cleaning; Frylock took the bathrooms, Meatwad vacuumed the carpets, and Shakey shoved everything under the carpets. Frylock saw what he did and leered at him. "What?" Shakey asked. "I was gonna get it later."
"Why not now?"
"Because, it's too inconvenient for me right now."
Shakey reluctantly picked up the stuff he shoved under the carpet and muttered something under his breath as he went to throw the stuff away. Three hours later, the house was spotless. "Well, we did a good job," Frylock said.
"I especially like the paintjob underneath the mold and lime stains," Meatwad said.
"What did you do with all that trash, Shakey?" Frylock asked.
"Oh, I took care of it," Shakey said.
"By 'take care of it' you mean: you threw it into Carl's house?"
"Technically speaking, yes."
"Well good enough for me," Frylock said as they sat down to watch TV. Later there was a knock on the door and Shakey answered it; it was Carl again.
"Dammit, Carl!" he exclaimed. "What is it this time?"
"I was just wondering: is this your frickin' trash?" Carl furiously asked.
"No," Shakey said.
"Oh, okay then," Carl said. Shakey went back to the living room and sat down.
"Who was it?" Frylock asked.
"It was nobody."
"Good enough for us," Meatwad said as they enjoyed the rest of their frickin' day.