"Rigby?" Eileen sighed.

"Rigby?" she asked again. She was getting tired of this charade. Straightening her dress, she walked down the stairs in her home and cupped her hands to her mouth.

"RIGBY!" she yelled, her voice cracking towards the end of the name. Her throat wasn't used to taming the childish coon. She cleared her throat.

"Rigby!" she repeated, finally finding him hiding on the couch, game controller in hand.

"NYAAAAAAAAAAHHH!"

From her viewpoint behind the couch, Eileen could see his nose appear, peeking up above the couch's back. No doubt completing Rigby's infamous 'shark face'. "Whadya waaaaaaannnnttt?" Rigby whined over the various jumping and hitting noises coming from the TV in front of him.

"You told me to warn you when it was time to leave for lunch. Now stop playing that digging game and get changed. C'mon, it's gonna be a park thing." Eileen turned to leave. "I'm going to get Felix and Rydel ready."

"Ugggggghhh..." Rigby moaned. He exclaimed in outrage once he saw his Dig Champ land on a snail. Throwing his hands down in defeat, he looked to his right where his daughter sat, the player two controller in her hand. "Hey, Em?"

"What?" Emily replied nonchalantly, whilst at the same time ferociously attacking the poor "A" button.

"Couldya pause the game for a second?"

"Fine." she said and jammed her finger on "Pause". She tossed her controller to the side and began to dig into her pocket, before pulling out her phone. "739,122 points. What about you?"

Rigby glanced at his score in the corner of the TV screen. It flashed a single digit. A three.

"Uhh... 3... Hundred thousand bajillion." he shrugged. He was glad that his daughter was looking at her phone.

"Cool. I'm gunna say that you got a 'three'." she muttered, her fingers making the keys on her phone tick.

"Whattaya mean? Whattaya doin'?"

"In a chat room with Thorn, Lily and Candy."

"Oh." Rigby stood and took a long look at his tomboy daughter. The boyish hairdo, a lack of any feminine colours, frayed jeans of manliness and a hoodie over a t-shirt. He wouldn't be surprised if she didn't wear a bra.

"Guys!" Eileen yelled. "Don't keep everyone there waiting!"

"ALRIIIIIGGGGGGHHHHHHTTTT! But it's okay to keep Muscle Man waiting..." Rigby muttered the last part.

"Wait?! Muscle Man's going to be there?!" Emily questioned, overhearing.

"Yeah, it's a park thing." Rigby answered. "Benson, Mordecai, Fives, all the dudes'll be there."

"NO! Nonononononononooo... Will Chasin be there?!" Panic began to spread across Emily's face.

"Muscle Man's kid? I guess."

"AAAARRRGGGHHHH!" Emily gave her attention to her phone and her fingers began to blur as she tapped the buttons on the phone.

"Uh-"

"Texting Candy to see if she'll be there." Emily answered with frustration.

"Well can you tell her to tell Mordecai we're coming?" Rigby asked.

"Sure." Emily turned and started muttering what she was typing. "Tell... Your... Dad... That... My... Dad's… Coming… In a… Few… Years." She finalized the text with her thumb on 'send'. "Done." Emily said, looking up at her father. Rigby rolled his eyes.

"Let's go! I've got the little ones!" Rigby and Emily heard from Eileen. Then the house rumbled. Enough to make everyone stumble with plaster falling from the ceiling.

"MOOOOMMM! What did you do?!" Emily questioned, her body still and unmoving with the exception of her eyes. She let her eyes flicker left in right, phone in hand. Rigby unknowingly put himself in a crouch position.

"Eileen?" Rigby watched as his wife found her way to him, two almost identical month-old children in her arms. "Okay, tell me if we should be under tables."

"That didn't feel like an earthquake! It felt more like an aftershock of one, but there hasn't been any disturbances, or- or-"

"So we shouldn't be under tables, Eileen?" Rigby began to take small steps to the table he and Emily were using for video gaming earlier.

"It should be oka-" Another rumble rocked the house.

"-No, we should probably be under the tables just in case." Eileen said with the utmost sincerity. There was a mad rush as Rigby and Eileen quickly tried stuffing their daughter under the table first. Eileen handed Emily the burdensome kids in her arms, and then followed before Rigby squashed himself in. Emily grabbed her father's stray tail poking out from under the safety of the table. Felix and Rydel slowly began to make whimpering sounds.

"Oh, it's okay, it's okay!" Eileen soothed, fingers tracing the brown hair of the twins. Felix began to move his hands, exploring the limited amount of space under the table. It invaded Emily's personal face space. Rigby held his hands still while Eileen tried straightening out Rydel's sunflower-coloured dress. Rydel didn't like what was happening. She was stuck under a table with a bunch of people, in a dress she didn't like and she was hungry. She bunched up her face.

"WAAAAAHHHHH!"

"Oh nuts!" Emily groaned. "Could something please shut her up?!" The house rocked once more and Rydel's cries died down a tad bit. Rigby turned his head to try and get a peek of what was happening outside through the window. What he saw made him blink.

"Eileen? D'you think we could be in a storm?"

"No. I trust the weatherman completely. It's still cold of course, but there was nothing about blizzards or storms. Why?" Eileen answered. Rigby pointed out the window. Everyone's eyes followed the direction Rigby was pointing at. The branches on the trees were swaying dangerously, the wooden limbs reaching out and straining. Then all of the branches suddenly began to bend and point upwards. There seemed to be a moment of stillness as all of the trees mimicked each other, not swaying, just stationary with their arms up in the air. Then a terrible cracking sound was heard, and a tree was plucked from the ground like a vegetable. It flew upwards with such astonishing speed that it made everyone bang their heads on the bottom of the table.

Everyone screamed at once.

"AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!"

A loud sucking sound suddenly mixed it's noise with the cacophony of the debris breaking away from the earth. The house began to shake with even more vigour, groaning and creaking as the intense force began to wrench the building out of the ground. Pipes could be heard breaking and releasing water and sewage below the home. More trees flew out of the ground. In the house, everyone felt the unmistakable judder of the house finally breaking free of its bonds to the earth. The house flew upwards with the speed of a tractor. However, some large cables still tethered the house to the ground. With three of the four sides of the house free of any bonds, the house slowly began to tilt. The table and everyone underneath it began to slowly slide with the incline of the house, along with a majority of the furniture in the room. Rigby scrambled out from the shelter of the wooden four-legged structure, and held out his hand to his family. He pulled everyone out, and got himself on all fours, dashing to the window before the floor became to steep to tread.

"RIGBY! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" Eileen screamed.

"I GOTTA SEE WHAT'S GOING ON!" Rigby swore. He reached the transparent pane and pulled it open. He gripped the window ledge with both hands and pulled himself up to see the ground outside. He watched in absolute horror as his car flew up, spinning and twisting. He followed its trajectory and looked up into the sky. A blue, pulsating portal was floating above his house, big enough to swallow his home whole.

"It's just like my first time at the park." He smiled. Then his situation made him realize that he'd been neglecting his family. He turned his head right at the moment his family screamed. The couch was sliding towards them, picking up speed as the incline of the house reached forty-five degrees. Eileen and Emily had one of the kids in their hands. Both of them jumping out of the way, the destructive piece of leather and wood came crashing on top of the table, and the combination of table and sofa came crashing down on the TV.

"COME ON!" Rigby exclaimed, "I WAS GONNA BEAT MY HIGH SCORE!"

"YOU HAD THREE FRIGGIN' POINTS!" Emily pointed out, picking Felix up from the ground, then herself.

"STOP TAAAAALLLLKING!"

The house was reaching a tipping point; Rigby was beginning to lose his grip of the linoleum floor. "QUICK! EVERYONE, HOLD ON TO SOMETHING!" Rigby yelled, gripping on to the window ledge as his feet began to become level with the floor. He watched as Emily ran towards him and grabbed on to the curtain next to the window, one hand holding the material with the other around Rydel. Eileen was making her way up the side of the wall, finding a handhold when she reached a doorway with Felix. The house was almost perpendicular with the ground. Everyone's feet were seemingly floating off the ground, as they began to dangle from their positions. Rigby looked down and saw the other side of the room, filled with the destroyed furniture. The sofa looked okay, however. Then the whole house jerked, the cables pulled taut and the house was saved from its doom. For now. Another jerk. A snapping sound. Rigby looked down at the cables keeping his house from going who-knows-where. Half of them were flopping towards the ground, having snapped. Sparks flew from the rubber-wrapped metal wires, and the rest of the cables were popping out of their sockets one by one, each followed by a jerk or judder. Cable by cable, Rigby watched in horror as all of the wires popped out until four remained. He looked back at his family. They were all holding on for their lives. He turned back out again to see the wires, straining.

And they snapped.

The result was a terrifying moment where everyone lost their grip from the force of the broken wires snapping. Everyone fell the twelve or so feet to the opposite wall. More screaming commenced.

"AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!" This time the scream sounded a bit more hoarse. "AAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!" They all fell. Right on the couch.

"Oof!" Rigby oofed. He patted himself down with his eyes closed. Opening them, he realised that no limbs were broken or lost. More importantly, his family was doing fine as well. There was a brief pause before: "Well. That wasn't as bad as I thought it would be." His family looked at him. "Right?"

The whole house flew upwards into the portal, picking up speed as it went along. The garage attached to the house entered first, followed by the main body of the building. Then it disappeared from view. The portal evaporated, with all the speed of the snail. From a hole big enough to engulf a home, it shrank to the size of a car, then a bed, then a pillow, a baseball, and finally it was the size of a coin. But by then, it had already blended in with the innocent blue of the sky.

Moments later, the portal reappeared and opened up once more. It spat out the house and it fell back in place, upside down. The portal vanished as quickly as it came and in the house and all around it, there was destruction and broken furniture. With one important factor missing. The house was absolutely devoid of life.

Leaving an innocent little boy who saw the whole scene, looking at the destroyed building with amazement. He dropped his ice cream.