Until I can figure out a clever title for this fic, I shall call it Cleverly Titled Story. Also, I just found out that Margaret is actually a robin.

Chapter 1: Cleverly Titled Chapter

J.G. Quintel the almighty owns Regular Show

"I didn't do it, Benson, I swear!" Mordecai argued very loudly. "You can ask Rigby!"

"Save it, Mordecai, just save it. I'm not having a thief in this park. Out. Now." The angry gumball machine replied. "I want all your crap out of here by five. Got it?"

"But I didn't take it! I was at the coffee shop! Benson, please!"

"I don't want to hear it. Just do it."

The blue jay left the office fuming. No one had ever seen him that mad before. He couldn't believe it! I mean, yeah, Mordecai was a slacker and he tended to stay in the park a lot, but he was not a thief. How could Benson think that Mordecai hated him so much that he would take all the money and blow it on illegal drugs?

Mordecai stormed into his room and searched for his suitcase. When he found it, Mordecai locked the room so no one could get in.

"Mordecai, you in there?" came a very familiar voice. It was muffled by the door, but Mordecai recognized it anyway.

"What?" he snapped. He was so distraught that he was visibly shaking, and he didn't care that he yelled at Rigby.

"What happened? What's up?"

"I don't want to talk about it!" Mordecai threw more stuff in his suitcase while he spoke.

"Just tell me what happened!" Rigby pleaded.

"I don't have time." Mordecai was growing more agitated by the second. He only had half an hour to get his tail out of the park, so he honestly couldn't talk right now.

"Mordecai!" Rigby sounded defeated. "Just tell me!"

Mordecai unlocked the door and kicked it open. He ignored Rigby and continued down the stairs. He stopped in the kitchen and scrawled on a note:

Benson,

Gone for good.

Hope you're happy.

-Mordecai

"Gone for good? Mordecai, what the H is going on?" Rigby demanded.

"Go ask Benson," was the blue jay's simple reply. Rigby would have gone after him, but he knew his best friend was better left alone until he cooled down. Unfortunately, the raccoon wouldn't know when that would be, or how to contact him when the blue jay did.

Outside, the others had congregated by the steps and were getting their chores for tomorrow when Mordecai barged out the door. If looks could kill, Benson would be past dead by now. You could literally cut the silence with a knife, that's how quiet it was as the blue jay went on his way. His brisk pace made it impossible for Rigby to keep up, so he stopped at the bottom of the stairs and waited for Mordecai to disappear from sight. After a while, he went back inside, but not without a death glare at Benson.

"I expect a good explanation when you get done there," Rigby replied as he went back inside, but not without a death glare directed at Benson.

(linebreak)

Mordecai threw his stuff down at his usual table in the coffee shop. He put his head in his hands and said a silent prayer.

"Hey, Mordecai, what's up with the suitcase?" Mordecai looked up to see Eileen and Margaret standing in front of him.

"I... just lost my job," he replied quietly as he turned his head.

"What? Why?"

"Benson thinks I stole all everyone's money and blew it on marijuana." Mordecai snapped as Margaret sat next to him.

"Why on earth would he think that?"

"I don't know! But, on top of that, he told me to get out and I have no where to stay. I just... I don't know what to do."

There was a pause. "I've got some room at my house if you want to stay there." Margaret put her arm around the blue jay. Mordecai would've been freaking out if he wasn't so upset.

"Really? Would that be too much trouble?" Mordecai perked up.

"Not at all! I've been needing some help with renovations anyway."

"Thanks." Mordecai replied. The way he said that made Margaret want to just crumble.

"You want anything?" Eileen asked carefully.

"Not today. Thanks for the help," Mordecai stood and grabbed his suitcase. "I'll come by at seven."

The door opened, and one of the people the blue jay wanted to see least stepped in. Mordecai stared at Benson with clenched fists and a tightened jaw.

"Benson."

"Thief."

Then Mordecai left without another word.

This idea has been gnawing at me for a while, and I didn't exactly have the time to publish it, so here ya go.