Greetings all, Regular Show fans, for those of you who don't know me, and by which, I mean, all of you. I'am NiteOwl18. I am also an author like all of you all. This here is my first Regular Show Fan-Fiction. The very first one I started was in The Amazing World of Gumball. Right now, I have written five stories of it, and one is still continuing. I wanted to get started on this right after my sixth story, but when I first thought of it, I already got several ideas of it. Also, I was tired of writing more The Amazing World of Gumball. Not that I don't love writing it, I do. It's just that I have written five stories of it and I wanted to take my stories to another world, like the Regular Show Fan Fiction. Here is my new story for all you Regular Show Fans. I have seen several stories of it, and they were amazing. However, I was surprise of the commends given by the readers. I don't like the thought of someone posting nasty commends of someone else's story. So here it is; read it and tell me what you think of it. This my Christmas gift to you all. Enjoy.

The Black Jay and The White Raccoon.

Chapter 1: Who Will Save Us?

"Good morning; our top new today is the mysterious bizarre twist that is happening to this city. Let us take you with our new member of the Channel Five News Team, Margaret Smith."

Right on cue, Margaret Smith, the twenty year old red robin, stood in front of her cameraman with a clean light blue suit with a red tie. With the microphone in her hand, Margaret spoke "Thank you, Mike. What has happen to this city? This once great shining majestic symbol is now the target of a criminal organization. From the months pass, there's been high risk of criminal activity all around. A dozen of them has been fallen hard from this organization. Murder. Drug endorsement. Financial fraud. Corruption. And the list goes on. Police have been keeping an eye out for the criminals; however, things hasn't turn up for everyone. No eyewitnesses had claim to see the gangsters who are working for this so-called organization, but there has been some rumor of high-power crime families that are running the criminal empire. Families such as the Fratellis, the O'Reillys, the Valestras, the Costellos, the Gizzos and the Sanatinos. Each family members has been given statements that their own families have never been running a criminal empire. However, some sources say that a man named Shin is the one responsible for this city's changes. The police denied any questions of this Shin character. Right now, people have their own lives to worry about. So far, people have been threatened by their lives or gunned down on the streets by the same criminals working for this Shin person. According to estimates made by the victim's family members or friends, the victims have been going to ice dens that are hidden somewhere below the city. Again, no word yet from the police of where these dens are, or what they're going to do with it. But whatever these dens are, or whoever is this Shin person is, one thing is certain. No one is safe. Right now, the police are the only solution of handling the gangsters and the mysterious Shin. And from this reporter, they haven't been doing a good job; they're at their office, in their big man chairs, slipping on their coffee and eating jelly donuts. And if that's not enough, they been having complains from everyone calling out for real heroes. Where are our so-called heroes? Where are they hiding from? At an abandoned tower serving as a lair? At their secret basement? Or at their very own homes, waiting for this city to cry out more? I have this only to say: Who will save us? This is Margaret Smith, Channel Five News. Back to you, Mike."

The cameraman said with his hand up "...And cut! Perfect. That's a wrap."

Margaret put down her microphone and let out a breath. Her cameramen, Sam, had a large camera that is resting on his right shoulder.

Margaret said "Thank goodness! I thought I was going to lose it there for a moment."

Sam denied "Oh, that's what you always say after doing a live news, and every time, you do great. But I wouldn't be too revife. The chief is going to complain this once he sees with the news you have given him."

Both of them headed to the white van that belong to the news station; it had the the Channel Five News logo on the sides of the van. Sam went in first, while Margaret had her hand on the door handle as she said "Hey, I just give out a great story. How mad can he be?"

At the Channel Five News station, a loud obnoxious voice scream at the top of the building, but not louder than Benson's.

"MISS SMITH, GIVE IN HERE!"

Margaret and Sam rushed down to the boss's office, and before Margaret entered the office, she said to her cameraman "Time me."

Sam got his digital sport watch close to him and press a button before saying "I'm already on it."

Margaret enter the door, and right now, she was begin face by not one, but two faces. One was her boss, R.J. Madison, and the other was police chief Edward Henson. Robert James Madison, or R.J. for short, is a slim caucasian, in his late forties, has short hair with grey hairs on each side, blue eyes, a short black mustache, and is dress with the finest dress that any news boss have: a white flannel shirt and a black pant with suspenders on top of his shirt. The other one was the police chief, Edward Henson, who was an overweight caucasian in his late thirties, but Margaret always suspect that he was pushing forty due to his appearances. He has bald, except for his side hairs, which seems to be missing a few hairs, dark blue eyes, and dress in a black police chief uniform. Margaret saw from what she was seeing; her boss cool as a cucumber and the police chief mad as a mad dog.

Margaret, without fear within her, sit down on her seat and asked "What seem to be the problem, Mr. Madison?"

R.J. politely answered "Miss Smith, it was about your news."

"Oh, you saw it?" Interrupted Margaret. "How was it?"

"Well, to be honest, it was very good, Margaret. You did an excellent job."

Chief Henson barked at the young robin "Excellent job my ass! What gives you the right to publicly call us out like that?!"

R.J. wince at his loud barking shots as he held his hand up to him. "I'll handle this, chief." He turned to Margaret with a small smile. "Margaret, here at the news station, we give the public of what is happening on the news, only the news. News like what is happening to the city, an special event is coming or someone just given birth in public. Now, I'm not saying that your news wasn't great; it was great, by the way. The only thing about it was that-"

"You calls us lazy! How dare you?!" Barked again the chief.

Margaret spoke in her defense "I didn't call you lazy."

R.J. agreed as he turn to the chief "She's right; she didn't call you lazy. In her news, she said, and I quote, 'they're at their office, in their big man chairs, slipping on their coffee and eating jelly donuts.' That's what she said on the news."

"I don't care what she say!" Shouted more Chief Henson. "She said that we aren't doing a great job. I have you know that my boys are doing a fine job protecting the city."

Margaret sarcastically replied "Yeah, and you're doing a fine job eating jelly donuts and wasting your lives."

"You watch your mouth, Miss Smith. You have no idea who you talkin to. I'm the police chief."

"If you're really a police chief, then why not send your 'boys' of gathering more information of this criminal empire or tracking down this Shin person?"

Chief Henson pointed a finger onto Margaret and wanted "Don't tell me how to do my job, Miss Smith. We're police officers, and you're a news anchor. We stop crimes, you give out the news about us. We're men, and you're just a women. Now I can list any more than I want, but I'm warning you, Miss Smith, that you do not reveal any more information about our work. How the heck did you get this anyway?"

Margaret revealed "I have my sources."

"Who?" Asked the chief. "Your hippie friends? What are you expecting to accomplish here?"

"I'm only here to get to know the truth for the people out there. They are expecting someone who has even a sudden sight of bravery within them to rise up and do something for the community."

The chief smiled sarcastically "Well, that's nice, except you're forgetting one little tiny detail of your goal. There's no such thing as heroes, Miss Smith. Right now, we're the only guys that can handle this situation. Now, why don't you run back to your work and report something nice to the community, like us hunting down the organization."

Margaret said "I like to see you try."

With that being said, she rise up from his chair and headed toward the door. Before she leave, she faces the chief one last time and said with a smirk "Oh, by the way, chief, I could have notice that your breath had reak of jelly donuts lately. There's this little thing we have in the community, and it's called mouthwash."

Margaret open the door and leave the office. The chief put his hand close to his mouth and blow a breath before smelling it. He concluded that his breath was, in fact, react with jelly donuts. R.J. looked at him with his an eyebrow raise, but the chief look away from him.

Sam concluded on his timer from his watch as Margaret pass him "2:00. A new record. Was that the chief in there?"

Margaret said without looking at him as she continue to walk "Who do you think?"

Sam follows her as he pick up the pace and said "Boy, he sure was peak when he saw you say that stuff about him and the entire police department. Looks like you made some enemies."

Margaret scoffed "If that fat ass of a police chief thinks he can lie to the public and gets away with it, he has another thing coming."

"You really to stop there; you know that the chief is going to put you to jail if you do this stunt again."

"I'm just giving these people the truth; that's the reason why I got into journalism in the first place. To give these people the truth."

Sam continued "Yeah, but don't you think the truth can't always be reveal to the public? I mean, that stuff you said about this city needing true heroes? I don't think that's the truth."

"Come on, Sam. There's bound to be someone out there, other than Chief Hanson and his boys, that'll fight outside the system and do what the police should have done."

"Margaret," Stopped Sam. "Who in the right mind will do something like this?"

Meanwhile, somewhere in the city in an unknowable area, a mix-tape was inserted into the radio cassette and the music started to play "My Sharona" by The Knack. A pair of blue hands and brown hands started to slap on the counter dash in rhythm to the song. A few minutes of tapping the dash, the radio sang the first verse of the song.

Oh, my little pretty one, pretty one.

When are you going give me some-

A pair of duo sang the next one as the radio did it at the same time "Time Sharona!"

When you made my motor run, my motor run

Gun it, coming off-

"The Line Sharona!"

While they were both singing to the song, the car that they were on was in a worse condition. The cushion seats were ripped and several of the fibers were on the floor. The floor was cover with garbage; things like discarded empty sodas, half eaten hamburgers that are now cover with mold and mushrooms, ten year old stale french fries, and many foul things that can be explained by medical science.

But that didn't bother Mordecai and Rigby.

Mordecai was behind the wheel and his best friend Rigby was next to him. The twenty two year old blue jay was waving his hands while exclaiming "Yo, what up, ladies?"

Rigby said as he look at the window at a cool manner "Any of you find ladies want to take a ride of our hot machine?"

"Goin cruisin?"

"Maybe give us your phone numbers?"

"Or perhaps you're being hypnotic by our awesome car?"

"So how about we give you beautiful ladies a ride and maybe we can talk about those numbers?"

"MORDECAI! RIGBY!"

Both of the duos had their day dreaming immediately stop when they heard the sound of their boss. Mordecai quickly took off his tape from the cassette before grabbing the walkie talkie that was right next to him; he then press on the button and spoken at it.

"Yes, Benson?" Asked Mordecai.

"WHERE ARE YOU GUYS?! YOUR SUPPOSE TO BE BACK HERE TEN MINUTES AGO FROM YOUR BREAK!"

Mordecai stuttered "Uh, yeah, yeah, me and Rigby are on the way."

"Well, you better." Stated Benson in a calm voice. "Otherwise YOU'RE FIRE!" Benson's voice had risen back to yelling mode.

Mordecai said to his friend "Dude, we need to get back to the park."

Rigby whined "Oh, come on, dude. Can't we stay here in our car for one minute?"

"No, dude, Benson is already in stage three of his five stages of epic meltdown. We have to go."

Rigby let out a deep sighed before saying "I'll catch you ladies later."

Both of the friends got out of the car and went back to their golf cart. The car that they were riding on was a discarded 1965 Imperial Crown Sedan. Like the inside, it was worse from the inside. The front were filled with bumps and cracks, the headlights were out as one of them is broken, one of the wheels is missing, there were several scratches on the sides, and the only thing that was missing was the front window. It didn't matter to both Mordecai and Rigby; they pass the destruction and scratches and the smell in the car, and all they saw was an awesome car.

Also, the duo were in a garbage dump that was about thirty miles from the park.

Mordecai had started on the golf cart, and took out a sunglasses before putting it on. He look at his best friend "Ready?"

Rigby respond by putting his own pair of sunglasses. "Shreddy."

Mordecai then puts in his mix-tape and the song resume back to "My Sharona." before the golf had driven out of the garbage dump and headed to the park.

So, what you all think of it? I know it's not much but, it will make sense once I posted the other chapters. I got the idea of it after watching The Green Hornet. The movie was okay, by the way. Stay tune for more chapters of it as I will post the second chapter at midnight tonight. I made not post all the chapters as I currently working on Tale of The Gutless Fearless Ninja. If you want to know about me, go to my profile or look at my stories and post commends of it. Merry Christmas! Remember to post nicely.