A Leaky Eil Rig
Chapter 1: What You Waiting For?
'Regular Show' and its characters ©Cartoon Network
Just Dance 3 ©Ubisoft
Nintendo Wii ©Nintendo
'What You Waiting For?' by Gwen Stefani ©Interscope Records
Repeatedly thrusting their wrists up and down, Mordecai and Rigby mentally conceded that while they were not very good at this little game, they were enjoying it just the same.
It was Just Dance 3 on the Nintendo Wii and it was 'What You Waiting For' by Gwen Stefani that was making them dance like a five-year-old having a temper tantrum. 'Dude,' Mordecai informed Rigby, 'this song is ancient'. Rigby replied: 'Yeah, well, you are 23 years old and I make this song's age at seven, so it's pretty young actually'. Mordecai pondered this while still trying to concentrate on the specific movements the game demanded of him. 'But wait, you're 23 as well,' he eventually pointed out. 'So?' Rigby huffed. Mordecai decided not to comment further, instead choosing to carry on with the game during their work break. 'Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock, tick tock,' the Gwen Stefani song chimes. Thoughts along these lines may well have been lingering in the mind of Eileen as she stood behind the café counter with a bored expression on her face, just waiting for the building to close for the night.
Despite her impatience on this matter, Eileen had no plans in particular for the aftermath of her shift. She would tell her co-worker Margaret that she was planning 'just a quiet night in', although she knew that wasn't really the case. Eileen had been feeling strangely lonely recently, even more so than usual. She had always found herself attracted to Rigby but now, since he appeared to have no intention of making the first move himself, Eileen was considering the idea of taking action; not next week, not tomorrow but today. She perked up at this point, thinking: 'Yes! I am going to ask him today!' She smiled, stood triumphant and banged her fist against the counter emphatically, attracting a few weird looks from some of the customers. Eileen modestly retracted said fist and continued with her job, serving the next customer in line.
Meanwhile, Mordecai sat on the sofa, exhausted. 'Sorry dude,' he strained. 'I'm just too tired to…to carry on right now.' A slightly daunted but none-the-less energetic Rigby decided to go on without him and 'do the crocodile dance'. At this point, Benson brought Mordecai and Rigby's break to a snappier close than a crocodile's jaw, ordering them to rake up the leaves into a bin bag and dispose of them appropriately, unlike the last time, 'or,' he said, 'you're fired'. Mordecai tried to conceal a smile when Rigby imitated him shortly afterwards. Slightly disappointed, Rigby switched off the console and proceeded outside with Mordecai, rake in hand.
In the park, Rigby seemed to be struggling with raking the leaves into the bag he was holding, not helped by the breeze sliding the leaves out of his rake's reach. It would appear that the winds of change were in the air today.