After about a year of waiting, heeeerrrreee's Chaper 2!
First of all I want to say I'm so so sorry for making everyone wait so long for this chapter. I'll try not to take too long on the next one, but it might be a little tricky since I'm working on all my other stories as well. I just hope this doesn't look rushed or anything.
I also want to apologize if I made this too short or anything. If anyone saw my Story Updates I posted this week, I did mention this would be a 4 or 5 chapter story so some chapters might be a little short.
And I know a couple of you think Muscle Man and Hi-Five Ghost should be the stepbrothers. Well, that is a good idea except for a few things.
1. Hi-Five Ghost is too nice and shy to be cruel to Mordecai.
2. I like Muscle Man a little, but he's not my favorite. Not to mention that he's been getting so many episodes lately. And I'm sorry to dissapoint you readers but Muscle Man and Hi-Fives will not be in this story. Sorry. :(
3. Skips and Benson seem like the older brother type and they do act tough around Mordecai in the show sometimes. I just think they fit better.
Also King Franklin is actually Frank from the episode "Family BBQ". Since he's a protective dad and all, It kinda works especially with his attitude. And I'll definately keep Rigbys lazy attitude in here; I thought I could add an inch of humour with him.
I'll try to get Chapter 3 up when I can, it might be a while before I get to it. So try to be patient until I do ok? I'll let ya'll know as soon as I get it done.
And please don't be mad if I made this chapter too short or made too many mistakes.
And the next chapter Mordecai will go to the ball after he receives comfort from, you guessed it, his fairy godparent. Bet you can't guess who it is. :)
Until next time, enjoy!
I don't own Regular Show or the characters. They belong to J.G. Quintel.
Chapter 2: Invitations & Chores
As the next day arrived, there was something going on at the palace. King Franklin was desperate to have his daughter settle down with a young man. His daughter happens to be Princess Margarat (the beatiful red robin of the whole land), the King, along with his Grand Duke Rigby, tries to figure out how to set up Princess Margerat with a man.
The king kept wondering, "Oh, Rigby. What am I to do? My own daughter doesn't want to marry a nice young man and she won't listen to my reasons!"
Rigby cleared his throat before he talked, "Well your majesty, things like that don't just happen right away. It takes a lot of time." Not the words his majesty wanted to hear.
"TIME?!" King Franklin shouted, "What nonsense are you speaking of?!"
Rigby spoke nervously, "Well...um...I...I meant that we need to be patient and you should let the princess decide who she wants to wed, y-your majesty." The king is not exactly...patient with things.
The king flared up for a moment, but he calmed himself as he explained, "Look, I know my child would like the right man to settle down with; but, I'm not going to live forever and I would like to see my grandchildren before I go."
He rose from his chair and stood by the window, "I just want my little girl to be taken care of and provided for." He placed his palm on his face and sighed.
Grand Duke Rigby walked up and patted the kings arm, "It's alright your highness. I know what you mean but I just saying we should leave her alone a little."
The king snapped out of it, "Leave her alone?!" Look, she comes home from her trip today right? Well, why don't we throw a ball for her safe return."
"A ball?", asked Rigby. "But your majesty-"
"No buts Rigby!", yelled King Franklin. "I want you to make sure that every intelligable man is to attend. Understand?!"
Grand Duke Rigby had no choice bit to agree, "Yes your highness. I'll get to it right away" He turned around and walked towards the door and into the hallway.
He began to mutter something under his breath, "I reeeaaalllyyy don't want to do this. But, if I don't, his majesty will kill me...literally." He sighed to himself, "Guess I better get this over with."
Meanwhile
Back at the house, Mordecai is doing some sweeping when he heard the doorbell ring. He was about to head to the door when Benson came sliding down the stairs.
"Outta my way slowpoke!" He shouted as he slid down.
As Benson landed, he shoved Mordecai aside as he headed for the door.
"Watch where you're going dweeb!" Benson said smugly, "You're always getting in everybodys way."
He walked over and opened the door, revealing to be the kings messenger.
"Yes? Can I help you?" asked Benson.
The messanger spoke, "Good day, sir! I come with a proclamation from his Majesty, the King. There is to be a ball for his daughter, Princess Margaret. He requires every eligble man to attend." He said as he handed each invitation to the three brothers, "Good day gentlemen." He tipped his hat and walked away.
Benson closes the door and reads his invitation, "Wow! A ball for the Princess! She is so gorgeous. Isn't this exciting, Skips?!"
Skips nodded, "Indeed. This shall be the most wonderful evening in the kingdom. We will be the most elegant gentlemen of the crowd and maybe Princess Margaret will dance with either one of us."
"This is so awesome! I can't wait to go!" Mordecai said as he clutched his invitation.
"You?! Hahahahaha!" Benson laughed at his stepbrother rudely, "What makes you think that the Princess would want anything to do with a filthy, ragged urchin such as yourself? What are you gonna do? Sweep her off her feet with your broom?" Benson laughed again, with Skips snickering as well.
Normally, Mordecai would fake a laugh and take the abuse just like every day but, Mordecai did not want to pass on this one chance to be someone other than a servant. He took a breath before he spoke.
"Look, I have every right to go to the ball just as much as you do." He said in a soft but stern voice, "I'm still part of this family and it says that every eligible man is to attend."
Benson and Skips just looked at him and then at each other. Benson was about to make another snide remark when Skips stopped him.
"You know what Mordecai? You're right. There's no reason why you can't go to the ball with us." he said.
Benson looked shocked as Mordecais' face lit up.
"Really?! Do you mean it Skips?" asked Mordecai excitedly.
Skips nodded slightly, "Sure you can come with us. That is if you can finish all your chores and find something suitable to wear."
'Oh of course I will! I'll get to my work right away! Thank you Skips!" Mordecai said before he went upstairs.
Benson turned to his brother in confusion and shock, "Skips, do you realize what you just said?!"
"Of course." Skips said with a smirk, "I said 'if'."
"Oh! 'If'." Benson chuckled, "I should've known. That slacker will never finish in time, much less find a decent suit."
The two brothers chuckled to themselves as they went about their business.
Mordecai ran upstairs, went to his closet, and found an old suit that belonged to his father. He took the suit out of his closet and held it up to the mirror.
"This is perfect. I'm finally going do something other than doing chores." he turned towards the picture of his parents and smiled, "My dreams are finally coming true, Mom and Dad."
He took another good look at his outfit as he laid it down on the bed.
"Hmmm. The suit is a little old-fashioned but I'll fix that in a jiffy." he said.
He went over to his little shelf and took out a book about sewing and designing clothes.
"Hmmm." Mordecai wondered, "First I'll fix up the sleeves. The collars can use some work, and the cuffs could use a touch-up and then I-"
"Mordecai! Get down here!" Benson yelled from downstairs
"Oh now what do they want?" Mordecai muttered to himself.
"Mordecai! Come on! We want you to fix our suits!" Skips yelled as well.
Mordecai sighed as he looked at his outfit again, "Well I guess my suit will just have to wait."
"Mordecai! MORDECAI!" Benson screamed again.
"Yes stepbrother! I'm coming!" The blue jay answered as he walked out of his room.
Mordecai went downstairs he helped his stepbrothers prepare for the ball. He mainly washed, ironed, and sewn every fabric until they looked very spectacular. Of course with doing all that, fixing his brothers a snack, and doing hs his regular chores, he hardly had time to work on his suit.
Fortunately he would have just enough time to slip back into his room and prepare his clothes. After a few touch-ups (and a lot more chores later) Mordecai was finally done. It was a simple grayish suit with a white jacket underneath, white colors, and a red tie.
"Whew! Finally I'm done!" he said as he wiped away the sweat off his brow with the back of his hand, "It took a while but I got it done."
And just in time too, for the carriage has just arrived to take all three of the brothers to the ball. Once he got washed up and put his suit on, he looked at the picture of his parents again.
"Mom, Dad, I wish you could see me now. Things are starting to look bright again." he gave the photo a light kiss before walking downstairs.
Of course, Benson and Skips were waiting on Mordecai with devious grins on their faces. What are they up to now?
To Be Continued...