Meanwhile, in the Park, it was a scorchingly hot day.
Benson slaved his workers, in arranging chairs and clearing out litter. Surely all that screaming and shouting, and rushing to stop this-and-that may have been more stressful to him than them, no?
"Rigby. Stop eating that trash!"
"Mordecai, stop slacking around!"
And so on.
Who really pities Benson, anyways?
And then, he vanishes in a cloud of smoke. His checklist and pencil drop afterwards.
And only then did the workers, starting from Mordecai, and then Rigby, notice this incident.
