Alright, back again.

Got the PKMN mod for Minecraft, so I've been a little preoccupied lately. However, I've got my Monster in front of me and five stories that need updating, so let's see where we get to.

I always use song names as the title for either the story, the chapters, or both. If it gets annoying, let me know and I'll try to stop. The main reason I use them for chapters is so you know what I was most likely listening to when I typed it, that way you could listen as you read it.

Also, if you haven't, go check out the RWBY trailers on you tube, they're awesome and may come into play in this story or the next. They just released Yellow today.

I did some minor editing on the Prologue. Nothing major, so i didn't label it or include a changelog as i do sometimes. If i find a massive error while re-editing, i'll add the version number (Most Likely V1.1 unless it needs further editing) As well as saying what i changed.

Alright, hit the lights.

Chapter 1: One Headlight

"Well, this place is old, it feels just like a beat up truck

I turn the engine, but the engine doesn't turn

Well it smells of cheap wine and cigarettes

This place is always such a mess

Sometimes I'd like to watch it burn…"

-Wallflowers

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The hood of the truck creaked as it was raised, probably for the first time in a decade.

"Whoa," Mordecai said as he stared in awe at the size of the engine.

Skips chuckled, "Yeah, that's the proper response."

The engine was massive, bigger than the front end, judging by the saw marks from where pieces of the body were hacked and cut away to make room for it. While the removed panels seemed professionally cut, their purpose was more for safety, so it seemed they'd be best left in. Beneath the layers of dirt and tree limbs, the dry rotted belt hung from the pulleys, it's use long since needed.

"It came from the factory like this?"

Skips shook his head, "You kidding? The original V-6 engine was way smaller than this V-8. There's nothing original, motor wise, left in this beast."

Mordecai glanced over the engine again, noticing the hole from where the bumper was forced into the engine, "So, did Benson really wreck it racing?"

"No, he's been hiding behind that lie for years. No one in town was stupid enough to try racing against the Black Tear."

Mordecai turned toward Skips, "Then how'd it happen?"

Skips shook his head again and shrugged, "It's not for me to tell you. Just promise me you'll be careful when we get it running."

Mordecai nodded, "I promise."

"Alright, take these. Write down what I tell you to."

Mordecai took the notepad and pen while Skips crawled under the front end.

"First things first, oil change and full tune-up."

Mordecai wrote it down.

"Complete gasket set, Alternator, Battery, Water pump, Drive Belts, Charging Belts."

Mordecai nodded, "Okay."

Skips slid out, "How do you feel about air conditioning?"

Mordecai shrugged, "Whatever, as long as you're moving you can put the windows down."

Skips slid back under, "Good. That's an expensive fix, we'll get rid of everything for it, makes it faster too. Don't know why Benson wanted in the first place."

"What about the bumpers and stuff?"

"We'll have to order the aftermarket body kit, doesn't look right with an original after everything we cut to make the engine fit. Everything else we can get from a junkyard."

Mordecai added, Body Kit to the list, "Alright, what's next?"

Skips climbed to his feet and dusted off his hands, "A lot of hard work. We have to take the engine out to check the internal parts."

Mordecai looked to the truck. The idea of hard work would make an older Mordecai find a way around it. However, he was strangely eager to get started.

"Okay, where do we begin?"

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Skips looked at the clock on the wall and wiped sweat from his forehead, "Holy cow, it's past midnight!"

"No way," Mordecai said, not believing him.

"I'd say that's enough for tonight. At least we got the engine out."

Mordecai yawned, "Didn't think it'd take four hours."

"See you tomorrow,"

Mordecai waved and looked back to the metal stand the engine was attached to. From the stand, you could turn the entire motor over to make it easier to disassemble.

After putting away the tools, moving the stand to a far corner and sweeping the floor, he walked to the door that led to the house. He took one more glance at the truck before shutting off the lights.

Unable to sleep, he dropped onto the couch to begin reading the manual for his driver's test. After finding a show to listen to as he read, he tossed the remote onto the coffee table.

"Chapter one, road signs."

After about an hour of reading, the front door opened and Rigby walked in, yawning.

"Dude, you're just now getting home?"

He nodded, mumbling words that sounded like Thomas and Video Games.

"You were out playing video games this late?"

He nodded again, dropping onto the couch next to him, "Matcless Mayhem 2 comes out next week. They say you get to find out what happened to Matcless' dad. Plus they're having an tournament the night it comes out."

"Where at?"

Rigby seemed to think for a moment, eventually deciding on an answer, "That new mall opening a town over. Me and Thomas are gonna enter."

Mordecai turned the page of the book, only half listening, "Sounds like fun."

"Yeah. Let's play Crash City." Rigby said while tossing a remote at Mordecai.

Figuring he wouldn't get any reading done with Rigby yelling and sneakily increasing the volume on the TV, he tossed the book on the table, "Alright, one match."

As they selected their cars, Mordecai realized it had been nearly a week since he and Rigby had time to sit down like this and just relax. Rigby picked the large city that they'd compete in. Mordecai was thankful for that.

"It's been awhile since I played this one," Rigby stated, giving a reason he was playing worse than usual.

Mordecai nodded, "Yeah, we've both been busy lately. You with your tournament, me trying to impress Margaret."

"Yeah," Rigby answered halfheartedly.

Mordecai thought something was wrong, but told himself he was just focusing on the game.

"It's good to just relax and play some games."

Instead of their usual back and forth of threats, they finished the round in silence.

"Up for one more?"

Rigby shook his head and tossed the controller down, "No. I'm going to sleep."

"What's wrong? You won, I should be the one tossing the controller."

"Nothing, I'm just tired," he called from the stairs.

Mordecai sighed and switched back to cable, "Whatever."

The one time they have time to hang out, Rigby gets worked up over something.

He stretched out on the couch and flipped through the channels, 'He'll tell me what's wrong when he's ready.'

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"Alright, guys, time to get to work. Muscle Man, you and Fives go and get the birds off of the soccer field."

"You know who else likes to get birds off of the soccer field?" he asked, a grin spreading across his face.

Benson glared at him from over his clipboard.

"My mom…" he whispered, loud enough for everyone on the steps to hear.

Fives' slapped his hand and whispered, "Oh, yeah!"

Benson sighed, "Mordecai, you've been working a lot lately, so work the snack stand for today."

"Alright."

He flipped the page on the clipboard, "Thomas, I need you to take the cart into town and get some plants to replace the ones lost in the wind storm."

He nodded, "Sure."

"Rigby, it's your turn to-"

Benson stopped when he heard snoring.

"Dude, wake up!" Mordecai whispered loudly and punched him in the arm.

"What was that for!" he yelled, rubbing his aching shoulder.

"Rigby, you're going into town to hand out fliers for the annual park picnic," Benson said, keeping his anger under control.

"That doesn't seem too bad."

Benson pointed to something beside the steps, "Also, you have to wear the giant hot dog."

The costume was shaped like a large hotdog with a matching bun and mustard.

"What?!"

Mordecai looked at the costume, "Is it weird that none of us noticed that?"

Muscle Man shrugged, "I thought it was that dog that's been wandering around."

"You thought that was a dog?" Fives asked in disbelief.

"It's a big dog!"

Thomas shook his head, "But how do you explain the hot dog shape?"

Muscle Man jumped off the steps and started walking, "I know what I seen, bro!"

Fives flew off to catch up.

Rigby folded his arms, "I don't want to wear the hot dog."

Benson began writing in his clip board, "You have to wear the hot dog."

"Why do I have to wear the hot dog?"

"You have to wear the hot dog because you've been slacking off more than usual. Think of it as punishment for sleeping on the job."

"No way! I don't sleep on the job! Well, except for yesterday…"

Benson began to turn red, "I don't have time for this! Get the fliers from the house and get started! Don't let me catch you with it off either!"

Rigby sighed, "Great."

"It's not all that bad, at least it'll make you look taller." Mordecai said once Benson walked away.

Rigby kicked the costume, "You know, I was just talking about how much I wanted to be taller and hot dog shaped…"

"Look on the bright side," Mordecai said while looking up, "At least it's not supposed to rain today."

"Ha, ha."

Mordecai sighed, "Look, give me half of the fliers, I'll hand them out at the stand. That way, you'll be done quicker."

"Thanks, dude, I'll go grab them," he said, running past Thomas.

Thomas slung his backpack over his shoulder and started walking toward the cart.

"Hey, Thomas."

He stopped and looked back to Mordecai, "What's up?"

"Can I borrow your laptop?"

He dropped his backpack and unzipped it, pausing once he grabbed the computer, "What do you need it for?"

"Well," Mordecai began, opening his notepad, "I have to order a few things for the truck."

"Oh, alright. I'll get it back from you later."

Mordecai tucked it under his arm, "Thanks."

He watched him drive off in the cart until he heard the door to the house close, "Here."

Mordecai took the fliers, noticing he was handed the majority.

Rigby picked up the hot dog and struggled to remain balanced, "I'm gonna go see if I can talk Margaret into putting the rest at the register of the diner."

"You might have more luck with Eileen," he yelled after him.

Rigby yelled something, but it wasn't loud enough for Mordecai to hear clearly.

Mordecai shrugged and walked off to the snack stand.

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"Here you go," he said, handing a hot dog to the customer who thanked him and walked off.

His clever idea to put a flier under the hot dog in place of a napkin helped hand out most of the pile he was given.

He checked to see if anymore customers were gonna walk up before returning to the laptop. After searching for nearly an hour, he found an entire body kit online that looked closest to the one already on the truck.

The price was a little steep, but it wasn't too bad, considering it came with everything and he already gave Skips the money to get everything else. After selecting rush shipping, he clicked the 'Buy Now' button and waited for the page to load.

"Aw, man."

The only payment method was a credit card, and all he had was cash.

The idea hit him. He pulled the park credit card out of his wallet. He typed the numbers in, but stopped before clicking to confirm. He wrestled the urge to click and grabbed his walkie talkie. He turned the knob to the private channel that Benson was usually on.

"Hey, Benson, you there?"

For a couple moments, static came through the speaker.

"Yeah, what is it?"

He waited a moment, trying to decide if it's even worth asking.

"Uh, I want to order something online for the truck, but they only accept credit cards. If I give you the money, could I use the park card?"

This time, the pause was much longer.

"No… I don't want the park's card used online."

"Alright," Mordecai said, making sure he let go of the button before he sighed.

As he started deleting the numbers, the static stopped again, "Are you still at the stand? As long as it's for the truck, I'll let you use mine."

"Yeah, I'm still there. Thanks."

Muscle Man's voice echoed through the static, "Lame."

"This channel is for emergencies!" Benson yelled.

"This is an emergency, unlike trucks. There's a group of sentient turkeys on the field, one of them's huge!"

In the background, Fives' voice came through.

"Come here, turkey, no one's going to eat you," Fives said, trying to reason with it.

"Speak for yourself, bro," Muscle Man yelled, "I haven't had lunch,"

Suddenly, the sound of loud gobbling came through the walkie, along with Thomas' voice, "Help! Thanksgiving's revolting!"

"I told you not to name them!"

Benson sighed, "I'll be there in a second. Mordecai, come give us a hand."

Mordecai switched back to his channel and began to close up the stand.

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By the time Mordecai got to the soccer field, chaos had ensued.

There were turkeys everywhere, running up and down the field, chasing Thomas, and a campfire made from rocks was burning in the middle of the field.

Mordecai walked to the group that was watching Thomas.

Fives sighed, "I told you it wouldn't work."

"Yeah, did you expect them to jump in the fire and cook themselves?" Benson asked, shaking his head.

Muscle Man stood with his arms folded, "I was hoping they would."

"That's it Thomas, tire them out!" Fives yelled.

Amid his panting he called back, "Got it!"

"Benson, give me the key to the cart, I have an idea."

Benson tossed it to Mordecai, "Any chance it involves a side of gravy?"

"No."

Benson sighed, "Now I'm getting hungry."

Mordecai jumped in he cart and sped off towards the diner. Parking at the curb, he ran inside and looked around. Not seeing Margaret, he walked to the counter where Eileen sat.

"Eileen, has Rigby been here today?"

She sighed, "Yeah, he dropped off his hot dog and left."

"Where is it?"

"Hold on, I'll get it."

She hopped off the stool at the counter and walked through the doors to the kitchen.

'She seems in an even worse mood than before,' he thought, noticing she no longer enjoyed conversations involving Rigby.

Seconds later, the doors opened and the hot dog made it's way through the doors.

"Here you go."

Mordecai took the costume and leaned it against the counter, "Thanks, would you happen to have any rope or something to tie it with?"

She shook her head, "I haven't seen any around, what's it for?"

"There's an outbreak of turkeys on the soccer field."

She gave him a weird look, "Turkeys?"

He nodded, "I know, I know."

Eileen looked over the counter, "What about this?"

She walked around and grabbed a coil of Licorice, "It's stale, but it's super strong."

Mordecai took it and tried to pull it apart, "It just might work, thanks."

"No problem. Good luck."

Mordecai ran outside and set the hot dog in the passenger seat of the cart, taking a last glance for Rigby. Not seeing him, he raced off toward the field.

Things had escalated since he was gone.

Muscle Man was squealing while he rolled on the ground to put out the flames that covered him. Fives was blowing on them, instead of putting them out, he succeeded in making them bigger.

Benson came running over with a fire extinguisher and put out the small fires that had spread in his absence before running to Muscle Man.

"Hold still!" he yelled as he began spraying him.

The fire went out and Muscle Man climbed to his feet, panting, "Thanks, bro."

Suddenly the fire returned from no where, causing him to take off running. Benson looked at the extinguisher for a moment, then began chasing after him.

Mordecai looked to where Thomas was still running, visibly slower than before. He slammed on the pedal and the cart took off toward him.

"It's Turkey-geddon!" Thomas yelled as the angry birds began to catch up to him.

Mordecai got as close as he could and twirled the Licorice like a lasso over the frightened goat.

"Gotcha!" he yelled as he jerked the rope back and pulled him into the cart.

Thomas took deep breaths as he pulled the rope over his head, "Thanks, man! I thought I was a goner!"

"Don't thank me yet," he said as he looked in the rear-view mirror, "Now we're being followed by the whole herd."

Mordecai drove in circles, making sure there weren't any stragglers that were hiding.

"Ok, Thomas, use this to tie the hot dog to the roof."

Thomas took the rope and sighed, "Man, I hate Licorice more than I do turkeys."

Mordecai slowed down while Thomas tied the rope around his waist and climbed onto the roof. He tugged on his life line to make sure it'd hold and tied the rest around the hot dog.

"Alright!"

Mordecai split from the field and started driving out of the park. He swerved to avoid a bump in the road, but it was too late. The impact bounced the cart into the air, causing it to land heavily. Thomas screamed as he was launched off of the roof.

"Thomas! Where are you?!" Mordecai yelled, looking in the mirror.

Thomas was hanging off the passenger side of the roof with his arms crossed, "Oh, you know, just hanging around."

Mordecai sighed and grabbed his walkie talkie that was yelling in Benson's voice, "We got the turkeys following us, we'll lead them out of town and ditch the hot dog."

"Alright. I guess Rigby got out of wearing the costume after all. Bring the cart back when you're done and call it a day."

Mordecai put the walkie in the seat beside him and looked in the mirror. The turkeys were still following them.

"How long do I have to hang here?"

Mordecai shrugged, "As long as the rope will hold."

He looked up at the Licorice he was hanging from, "I don't like the sound of that."

Mordecai began swerving back and forth, "Still holding?"

"Not cool!" he yelled as he began swinging.

Mordecai started laughing, "Aw, come on, that looks fun!"

I think that's a good place to stop.

Well, some time's gonna skip between this and the next chapter, just to get to the main plot quicker. I'll try to throw a funny story like the ending in every now and then to keep you from getting bored.

Anyway, as always, Thanks for reading, and see you next time.