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Regular Show: The Great Game Caper-Gotta Get that Game

The Park, as usual, is open and, not so much, beaming with life. The Manager, Benson, is keeping tabs on the employees, making sure everyone is on task and not, as he puts it, "Goofing off."

Skips, as usual, is doing perfect, fixing the axel on one of the Gulf carts. Muscle Man and High Five Ghost are performing well at managing the Snack Bar. Pops was…well, being Pops, talking to a squirrel which was actually stuffed, possibly left there by a taxidermist, though it seems very unlikely.

"…and that makes Pops," the gumball machine said to himself, updating the performance sheet on his clipboard, "And now, urrh, these two again." Groaning at the next two names, Benson rubbed the part of his glass head that is his temple. 'Mordecai and Rigby.' Simply seeing the two names gave him a head ache that could possibly be the greatest one in medical history. The two 23-year old slackers always made his gumballs turn red with rage. Why he keeps the two around is a mystery he'll never decipher.

No point in trying to pretend they don't exist. Didn't work the first hundred times. Contemplating that to himself, Benson mounted his golf cart and headed to the house. He was almost praying on the spot that they could at least complete this simple task. All they needed to do is take two hampers to the laundry around the back. Two completely empty hampers just needed to be moved that's it. Something simple. Once again, he was in for a surprise.

As he entered the house, Benson could hear an odd rumbling at the back of the house. He would of ignored it, if it weren't for the voices coming from the same direction.

"Dude, seriously, we're gonna get in trouble!"

"No were not, Benson won't even notice once were done."

"Seriously, dude, this is looks dangerous."

"Stop being such wuss man! C'mon it'll be fun."

"Great, now what are those two up to?" Benson asked no one in particular. He entered the kitchen and headed for the screen door that led to the backyard. From there, he exited the interior and took a left to a small hut that was part of the house, which housed the laundry. Without a second thought he burst opened the door and saw what was transpiring inside.

The washer was running, filled with clothes and set at the right setting for the load. Some stained clothes were in one of the hampers against the left wall. Mordecai was standing next to the windows on right wall, looking back at Benson, who was looking at an equally staring Rigby, half way inside the Spin Dryer machine.

Benson was more confused at the sight than, well there really wasn't any other emotion to express this situation. "What are you two doing?" He finally got the courage to ask, waiting for the incoming head pains, due to annoying incompetence.

"Benson? Uh, well, ya see, Rigby and I were taking the hampers here like you asked, when Rigby said that we should put the hampers on the top shelf, but instead of letting me put his up there, he turned his hamper upside down and stood on it to get on the dryer, but it was crushed under his weight—"

"Are you calling me fat?" Rigby asked with a glare.

"Shut up." Mordecai retorted. "Anyway, a popped the hamper back in shape, but when I put it up I knocked over some soap into a hamper with clothes in it and—"

"Stop, stop," Benson interrupted, "Just get to the part with Rigby in the dryer."

"Oh so now we're all blaming me?"

Mordecai sighed at his friend's remark. "He's in there because I was-am washing the wet clothes and Rigby got bored and thought it be fun to ride in the dryer."

"Seriously man, it would totally be awesome, plus I'd come out feeling fresh and clean." Rigby uttered that last retort with a seductive-like pan across the chest.

"I'm going to ignore that in hopes that I don't vomit later on. So basically long-story-short, Rigby was acting like an idiot?" Benson asked.

"Pretty much, yeah." Mordecai answered bluntly.

"Hey, who you calling idiot, hm?" Rigby demanded.

"Dude, you're in a dryer, wanting to take a spin cycle in it."

"Look whatever," their manager announced, "Mordecai, just make sure those clothes are clean, and Rigby, stop trying to get yourself killed and help him." With that, Benson updated the performance sheet, and headed out.

" Hey, maybe if you wrap me in clothes during the dry-"

"No."


The day was coming to a close and everyone was retiring to bed. The best part about the end of this day that it's Pay Day, and no matter who anybody is, people always like getting paid.

"Mordecai, Rigby, I have your pay," Benson announced as he came into the two friends' room.

"Aw yeah, pay day for Rig-bay!" Said the ever mischievous raccoon.

"Ain't no day unless it ends with pay." Agreed Mordecai.

"Ooooooooooohhhhhhh!"

"Ooooooooooohhhhhhh!"

"Please! Just…please, don't! Here, take your money so I don't have risk getting a headache." Benson interrupted. Both cheerful pals took their envelopes of cash. They would have received paychecks if they each had a bank account which, sadly, none of them had.

Rigby noticed something different about Mordecai's pay. "Wait, why does he get more money than me?"

"Because he actually tried to fix a mess you both made, while you sat around and goofed off." With that Benson left to his car, which he will drive to his apartment, just outside the park, to be overcome by sleep as well.

"Aw man, that's weak!"

"No, that's called getting a reward for a good deed." Mordecai rubbed the fact he made more money in Rigby's face.

"Whatever. Hey how much did he give you anyway?"

"Like, Siiiiiixtey Dollars." Mordecai usually extends a syllable on a word when his glad about something.

"Aw dude sweet, that's totally enough to get that game I was telling you about."

"What game?"

"What, you don't remember? C'mon I'll show you." Rigby exited the room and beckoned Mordecai to follow him down the hall, to the room with the one computer in the house. Rigby pushed the power button and the PC hummed to life as the monitor lit up to reveal the hompage to a video-sharing website, VidTube. Rigby typed in a few key words and clicked the link to a trailer.

"Check it out."

A logo revealed itself from the darkness in the video, TarTec Game Studios. It was followed by other names of things the two obviously didn't care about. Finally a flicker of ember flashed across screen, followed by another and another. Sounds came forth, that of metal hitting heated steel, showing that the embers were coming from a smith working a blade. The video than cuts to a volcano with hooded robed men standing around the rim. Chanting was evident in the background as the video cuts back to the smith, dipping the steel into water. As the steam filled up the screen, the camera zooms out to reveal the top view of the previous volcano. A stone-like text came across the screen.

WHEN THE WORLD IS AT STAKE…

The hooded men's chanting grew louder and louder as the volcano begins to rumble. The screen cuts to black and more stone letters appear.

WHO WILL TAKE THE BLADE…

The smith was putting the final touches to the blade as the video cuts to the volcano erupting, the men around the rim did not even attempt to move an inch. A great magmatic creature arise from the volcano. The previous smith looks from a sea of clouds at the creature from the volcano.

AND CAST DOWN THOSE WHO WISH TO DESTROY IT?

The smith throws the blade down. A metal-clad hand catches it by the hilt. A knight fully dressed in dark-metal armor looks up at the mountain, the creature, and then around at the hordes of foes surrounding him. The camera zooms out and the screen cuts to black as the title card shows.

DIMENSIONS OF THE LOST

Coming Soon.

The two friends stare, awed by what they've seen, literally speechless. Mordecai finally breaks the silence.

"We gotta get that game."


Elsewhere, while people allow sleep to overcome them, in a certain building that towers four floors. A figure on the top floor window stares out into the dark as a storm forms. Someone walks into the figure's office, clears his throat and speaks.

"The last of the canisters are purchased, sir. They'll soon be ready to be filled."

"And the satellite?"

"Near completion, sir. It should be finished three days prior to the release date."

"Thank you," the figure motions his hand, "You can leave."

The man does such so as the figure sees the rain droplets come pouring down, pattering against the stainless glass with its repetitive tap-tap-tap.

"Everything is going according to plan, and soon the whole world will be mine! And they'll remember my name, Rodd Casey Jones! Heh, heh, heh, heh. He, he, he, he, he. Ha, ha, ha, ha! Ah, ha, ha, ha, ha! AAAAh, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha—" The figure proceeds to have a short coughing rant.

"Not to self, ahem, hire someone to do an evil laugh for me."


A/N Well while this chapter's long, it doesn't seem to humorous, but hey we have Mordecai and Rigby vow to buy a game and some interesting plot reveals. Stay tuned for more. Please R&R

EDIT: I who ever read this before July 14th, 5:14pm, I deleted the part of Riby using laundry as a bed, 'cause I realized he slept on a trampoline. Also edited a little snippet at the end for continuity reasons.