After I watch this special, and others, it made me realize something. Well, Christmas is about giving. But now, I realized Christmas is also about family.
Welcome, to my version of Regular Show: The Christmas Special. In this version, it'll include my RS OC, Richard Phillips. Just so you know, I'm not gonna copy the prologue, because I don't want to get another excuse from The Eliminator. Sorry.
Also, I'm gonna contain this special as a two-shot.
Enjoy.
The Christmas Special
Richard's Pov
Christmas, the best time of the year. Tonight, was Christmas Eve. And me and the gang were having a Christmas party in our house! All of our friends were here and we were having a good time.
I was in the kitchen. Many people were here, in the house. I could see Muscle Man, eating Christmas cookies. Skips was in the kitchen too, wearing a apron.
"Man, these cookies are great. You know who else makes great cookies?", Muscle Man said.
Here we go again, I thought.
"My - uncle's bakery. On 5th in West street. You been there?"
Didn't hear that coming, I thought again.
"Hey, Richard. Me and Rigby are gonna rap a Christmas song for Margaret, on the phone. You want to join us?", Mordecai said, from the living room.
"Yah. I'll be there just a sec.", I replied. I walked out of the kitchen and entered the living room. More people were in there. To my right, I can hear Benson and Audery talking.
"Oh my gosh, that sweater's so cool.", Audery said.
"Oh, you like it? Oh, you know. It's just fun, festive. I like to get loose on holidays.", Benson replied.
"I mean, that's gotta be the winner of ugliest sweater, right?", Audery said.
"Oh, oh yah. Pfft, isn't it funny how ugly it is?", Benson faked chuckled, as he took another sip of soda. "I'm gonna get more soda. Be right back."
To my left, Pops was picking out some candy canes from the Christmas tree. He laughed with joy and said, "Christmas"
As I walked past them, I joined Mordecai and Rigby, as we began to rap:
We just want to wish you a merry, merry Christmas!
Bells jingle, Chris Kringle!
Wrap, if you like this song!
Wrap, wrap, wrap, wrap!
Tape, tape, bow!
As we finished, Mordecai picked up his phone and said, "Did you hear it? Well, you got to see it with the moves, heh. Alright, well have fun with your parents. Merry Christmas, Margaret!"
He then hang up. "Did she liked it?", Rigby asked.
"Yah, I think so.", Mordo replied.
While me and my best friends were there, Benson realized his boss, Mr. Mallard, was getting ready to leave. "Oh, are you leaving already, Mr. Mallard?"
"It's Christmas Eve and I'm a busy man. Six more parties to attend to. That sweater's terrible. Good party, though.", Mr. Mallard said, as he began to walk away.
"Hey, I'll take it! Merry Christmas, sir! Heh, well alright." Benson went to the food table and poured in more soda. But, he realized there was no more. "Aw man. Thomas!"
I can now see him, walking towards Thomas. "Oh, hey Thomas, could you go get some more soda from Skips's garage?"
"Um, well I love to but, um...", Thomas said. He somehow couldn't help, because he 'accidentally' got his head stuck in the stairwell.
"Mordecai, Rigby, Ri-", Benson was interrupted when me and my friends rushed in.
"Yah, we'll go.", I said.
"Will get the soda.", Rigby said.
"Oh. Ok great.", Benson replied.
"This counts as your Christmas gift from me and Rigby, though.", Mordecai said.
"My gift is you two getting me more soda? Fine, whatever."
"Ah, yes!", we all shouted. We all high-five each other.
"It's better to give than to receive!", Mordecai said, as we ran out of the house.
"Uh, can someone give me a hand?", Thomas said, begging for help.
Snow, the coldest whether of the year. Good thing, I was wearing a warm, fluffy coat. Mordecai and Rigby didn't need to wear, what I'm wearing. Their fur was protecting them from the cold. In addition, they were only wearing scarfs.
Me and my friends were outside, heading towards Skips's house. "Man, don't you just love Christmas?", Mordecai asked.
"If you mean getting gifts, then yah.", Rigby replied.
"Dude, of course that's what I mean."
"Christmas should be like minimum, once a month."
"Mi-ni-mum!", Mordecai said, in a 'regular' tone.
"More presents, baby!", I said, also, in a 'regular' tone.
We all then laughed, but suddenly... I saw something strange, coming from the sky. "Guys, what is that?", I asked, pointing towards the object. The object suddenly came closer and crashed into Skips's garage!
Mordecai gasped a little and said, "Come on!"
We all rushed towards the destruction it caused. I open the garage door and we walked inside. What we found was a little shocking. We found an old man, lying on a crushed cart. He had rips on the back of his jacket. There was also a box right next to him.
"Dude, are you alright?", Mordecai asked.
"Please, take, take the box. Take-", the old man rolled onto it's back, "-Aw man, you three?", he responded. Wait, what?
"What, this box? What's in it?", Rigby asked, as he pick up the box and began to open it.
"No! D-D-D-Don't look into it! You must destroy it!", the man replied.
"What, why?", Rigby was confused.
"Wait, who are you?", I asked.
"I'm Santa."
"What, Santa Claus?"
"No, Santa McMurphy! Yes, Santa Claus! GAH!"
"C'mon, you don't even look like Santa Claus.", Mordecai said.
"Yah, Santa's all fat and junk.", Rigby replied.
"And he smells like gingerbread cookies."
"He's got rosy cheeks."
"Yah, your cheeks are more bruised colored."
"And you smell like you've step in something."
"Well, sorry to disappoint you. But I was just shot at! Fell 530 feet and landed in a garage. Gah! Besides, all that other stuff just made my appetizing companies. Trust me, I'm the real Santa Claus!", the man said.
"Prove it.", I said.
The man sighed and lean his head up. "Okay look, you're Mordecai, Rigby, and Richard. I've been getting letters from the three of you, since you were little. 'Dear Santa: Dude, give me an invisibility cloak. Santa, dude, don't be a jerk. Just give me an invisibility cloak'."
Me and my friends were really amazed by this. This man already knew our names and he knew every, single word of the letters we sent. Then, that means he's-
"This is Santa!", Rigby shouted.
"This is amazing!", I shouted.
"Yah, I know!", Mordecai shouted.
"But, what gives. How come we never got them?", Rigby asked.
"Look, it's against the rules to give magical gifts.", Santa replied.
"Whoa, even Santa has to follow the rules?"
"You have no idea."
"Okay, so you're Santa. But, what are you doing here?", Mordecai asked.
"And what's in the box?", Rigby asked, too.
"Actually, it's not what's in the box. But the box itself that matters. It all started a few months ago. I was approached by my lead toy designer, Quilling. He was excited about a breakthrough he'd made on his life's work. That it was simple. An empty box, that would give the child what he desired most. Little did I know, that the key to the particle was a dark magic. We use a focus group to test out how it would work in a Christmas morning scenario. And things got ugly! The box had a power over people! It brought out the worst of them! I ordered that the box be locked away and that any work, containing to it, would be destroyed. I should've known he would come back for revenge. The box is in your hands now. You must destroy it. If Quilling gets it back, he'll use its power to get what he desires most: The destruction of Christmas, forever!", Santa explained us everything.
"Christmas gone, forever!?", we shouted and looked at each other.
We look back at him and Mordecai said, "Don't worry. You can count on us, Santa."
"Yah, the box is in good hands.", Rigby said. But we suddenly realize, Rigby wasn't holding it.
"Wait, where is it?", Mordecai asked.
"I thought you were holding it.", Rigby replied.
"Oops"
"No, here it is.", I chuckled, as I pick up the box.
Santa sighed and said, "Why do I have land in this garage?"
"Alright. Come on, lets get you out of here.", Mordecai said, as we rush towards him and began to lift him up on his feet. But, it was no use. Santa was too heavy.
"No. Just go. Leave me. The box needs to be destroyed first, and for most.", Santa replied. We let him go and he groan more. "Quilling won't stop, until he gets here." And those were his last words. Santa then closed his eyes.
"Santa!", I shouted.
"Aw man, he passed out!", Rigby shouted.
"We gotta find help. Come on!", Mordecai said. We then ran back outside and went back to the park's house.
Later...
"Come on, everybody. He's in here.", I said. We got back to Skips's house, with the rest of the park crew.
When we had full sight on the garage door, we realized... Santa wasn't there anymore. He mysteriously disappeared. "Santa, huh? You guys would make up anything to get out of work.", Benson said.
"He was right here.", Mordecai said.
"Yah, he was right here, on this spot.", I pointed towards Santa's crash landing.
"Maybe, he's just hiding somewhere.", Rigby said.
"Weak prank, bros.", Mitch said to us.
"I agree. Bad show.", Pops added in.
"It's not a prank! Look, Santa gave us this box. It could give people anything, they want. But it turns them evil.", Mordecai explained.
Benson just sighed and said, "Enough! Give me that!" He grabbed the box from us and said again, "I bet this thing's empty." And, without any warning, Benson open the box. The box showed this glowing light, coming out. Benson's eyes grew. "What the?"
"I wanna see.", Muscle Man grabbed the box from Benson and, he too, look inside. His eyes grew, as well. "Aw sweet."
"No!", Rigby shouted, as he grabbed the box from Muscle Man.
But Mitch wanted it back. "Give it-!" He then squealed, while trying to get the box back. Mitch was losing it.
Suddenly, HFG grabbed it and look inside, laughing. But the box was slipped away from him, by Pops. He too, looked inside and laughed, as his eyes grew.
"Pops, no!", me and my best friends shouted. We knocked Pops down and he let go of the box. And then, it turn into chaos. Everyone, even I, tried to get the box.
Skips suddenly grabbed the box from us. "ENOUGH!", he shouted. Everyone's eyes went back to their sizes and we shook our heads.
"Where'd you get that?", Benson asked.
"I told you. Santa gave it to us.", Mordecai said.
"Look, we need your help. We have to destroy this thing, to save Christmas.", I said.
"Then, what are we waiting for!?", Muscle Man shouted. He then grabbed a hammer, nearby, and raised it in the air. But amazingly, as he hit it, the box broke the hammer into pieces, sending Muscle Man back towards the wall.
Skips picked it up and sniffed the box. "This box is made from dark magic. It can't be destroyed by any normal method. It has to be taken deep beneath the earth and cast into fiery molten lava.", he explained.
"Where are we gonna find that?", Rigby asked.
"I know a place.", Skips replied.
East Pines Park, our rival. I remember them, like it was yesterday. Those losers destroyed our park by their pranks. Good thing, that Muscle Man came out retirement and defeated our rival and their leader, a snack machine named Gene. If that didn't happen, we would be dead right now.
"Aww, here!? Gene and those rival park guys are losers!", Rigby shouted.
"Quiet, Rigby!", Benson softly shouted, trying to keep his and Rigby's noise level down.
"The lava pit's in an abandon mine shaft, at the other side of this park. C'mon, let's go.", Skips explained, yet again. We then, quietly, followed Skips to the mine shaft. But, we suddenly stopped. Because, we saw a certain Rigby, approaching a snowman, snickering.
"What are you doing!?", Mordecai said.
"Fixing their snowman.", Rigby replied, as he pulled down the snowman's carrot. But suddenly, the snowman's eyes began to blink red, mysteriously sounding a alarm off. "Huh?"
Then suddenly, out of nowhere, East Pine employees came out of the bushes, aiming tomato guns at us. "FREEZE! Step away, from the snowman's carrot!", a guard shouted.
We all sighed with defeat and surrendered.
Later...
We were now in Gene's headquarters, all tied up in chairs. Gene was here. "I can't believe it! I thought the prank wars were over. But here you come, to pull some sort of lame, you-all-time prank.", Gene said to Benson.
"Look, we're not here, to prank you. We're just here to destroy this box in the lava pit.", Benson confessed.
"Oh sure, that makes sense. What? Someone got you a horrible sweater for Christmas? And now you want to trash it?", Gene teased him.
"You don't get it. This box is dangerous.", Mordecai said.
"Yah, it was given to us, by Santa.", Rigby said.
"Oooh, Santa.", Gene annoyed us again, as he grabbed the box. He then walked towards one of his employees. "Larry, open the box."
"But, what if it is a prank, sir?", Larry asked.
"Well, that's what I want to find out. Now, open it!", Gene ordered him.
As told, the groundskeeper open the box. Again, a glowing light came out of the box and his eyes grew. "Whoa, amazing.", Larry said.
"Give me that!", Gene grabbed the box from him and look in, as well.
"Give it back!"
"No!"
"Let me have a look!"
Punch!
Chaos erupted again, by the box, again. The box slid away from the fighting and was stopped by my feet. "STOP IT!", I shouted. "Now do you see what's happening!? This is why we have to destroy the box! If it fell into the wrong hands, it could mean the end of Christmas, forever!", I explained to him.
Suddenly, another alarm went off. Gene notice it. "What is it?", he asked.
"Unidentified men entering the park, sir.", one of the guards explained.
"What the? Who is that?", Gene was confused.
Mordecai gasped and said, "That must be the elf who's after the box!"
"That dude!? I thought he'd be a small elf!", Rigby was astonished.
"C'mon Gene, help us! That guy's evil, man!", I shouted.
The rest of the began to beg.
"Dude, don't you care about Christmas!?", Mordecai shouted.
"Yah, c'mon! Christmas's at its stake!", Rigby added.
We continued to beg at him. To tell you the truth, we certainly needed help from him. We kept begging, and begging, and begging, and begging!
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Until, we suddenly heard someone kicking the door. "Oh no, he's here!", I shouted. The enemy kept kicking the door.
And then...
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...the door was kicked open.
"It's too late!", Rigby shouted.
To be continued...
Part 2 will be coming out, soon. See you next time!