Hey, Guys! Long time no see, eh. Well, I'm sorry. I really don't wanna lose your guys hope. I will finish this series, that I can say. I find it very hard to write with no motivation and I've had no motivation for the past, well, idk how long I've been gone but yeah, awhile. Thanks for the support though. Also, Reviews really encourage me! the "Make more please" ones motivate me but not as much as the ones containing your predictions and your thoughts so far. Thanks :)! Now, what you really wanna read... Enjoy! R&R

"Ah crud!" Skips said. "We're gonna need some sweat. Benson's running out!"

"But he's a gumball machine. Why would he need sweat?" Rigby questioned.

"Eh... What?" Skips replied.

"Never mind." Rigby said.

"We need to sweat like crazy." Skips said

"like we weren't already doing this the whole time benson was unconscious!?" Rigby said in a sarcastic tone. "Oh that reminds me, I got this jar of sweat earlier. I was sweating mad times when Benson was still woozy."

"Well give it here." Skips said.

Skips flipped benson over and opened up a back compartment. He then poured half the jar of sweat into the little box hole the compartment made.

"Hey man!" Rigby said ticked off "Don't use all my sweat! In saving it!"

"For what!?" Skip's replied "Anyway I don't need it all. Just half."

"Well. I dunno yet. Maybe if I ever get stranded with no water I could drink the sweat. Or kill some sorta monster that you can only kill with sweat" Rigby said.

"Yah got a crazy imagination, yah know that?" Skip's replied.

"I wonder how Mordecai's doing?" Rigby said sighing. "I hope he's doing ok! I mean, what if he's dead?"

"Come on, Rigby, think positive!" Skips said

"I Can't" Rigby Replied. "It's so hard knowing that my best friend could be dead right now. And the fact that Benson may not even live."

"I know how ya feel kid." Skip's said "Now keep an eye on Benson. I need to get some fresh air."

Rigby got off the bench he was sitting on that was attached to the wall and walked over to a chair beside Benson's Bed as Skip's walked outside and took a break. Skip's pulled out a Chocolate Chip Granola Bar and started eating it.

'We're did he just pull that fro-... Never mind.' Rigby thought.

A few minutes passed and Skip's came back into his Lab.

"Listen, Rigby." Skip's said very cautiously. "Mordecai's not back yet..." "Anndd..." Rigby replied. Skip's gulped "I need you... To go into the woods... And look for Mordecai."

Rigby's smile turned into a frightened frown. "I can't..." Rigby replied "I'm not as brave as Mordecai... I can't just run into the woods and risk my life." Rigby said while gesturing his hands. "I'm not like you. I can't fight off these magical demons. I'm ordinary old stupid, stupid, me!"

"Rigby! Don't-" Rigby cut Skip's off.

"It's true though..." Rigby was about to sob.

"But Rigby..." Skips tried to counter as Rigby yet again cut him off.

"I'm useless. Even my jar of sweat was more helpful than me."

Rigby turned away and started walking. "I'm Going home..." Rigby said with a sad expression. As Rigby was walking out, Skip's grabbed Rigby's shoulder.

"Rigby" Skip's said quietly. "Your our only hope at finding Mordecai..."

Rigby objected "What about Pop's or MuscleMan and High-five Ghost? Even Margaret?!"

"Pop's is in the hospital from the roof accident, MuscleMan and High-Five Ghost would take Mordecai and Benson being dead or lost as a Pro, not a Con, and Margaret... Something happened." Skips said.

"What do you mean 'Something Happened?!'" Rigby said in shock.

"Margaret requested I keep it secret..." Skip's replied. "She said it was for the best."

Rigby was puzzled. He brushed it aside, after all, she requested herself it be secret.

"I understand..." Said Rigby. "I will go look for Mordecai."

Skip's grew a smile. "Thanks, Rigby!"

"But... Why couldn't you look for him?" Rigby replied.

"You don't know enough about medical treatment to gum ball machines, do you?" Skip's cleverly replied.

"Point taken." Rigby said.

As he walked out the door Skip's shouted to him.

"Rigby. I forgot."

Skip's skipped to one of the cupboard's in his lab and pulled out a small, blue, knitted pouch and proceeded to skip toward Rigby.

"Put Benson's gumball's in this pouch. Only return to my shed when you have collected all of Benson's gumball's... Then, and only then, will Benson fully be revived." Skips said having faith

And with that, Rigby dashed off into the woods.

"Let's see." Rigby said. "I need to follow 2 footsteps. Mordecai's Bird Talon's, and these mysterious foot steps, by that mysterious cloaked man."

Rigby followed the foot steps, but soon came to the conclusion that Mordecai and came to. There were too many foot steps to follow.

"Ah Crud." Rigby thought. "Just when I thought I was ' , I can't even find a definitive trace of Mordecai's location."

Rigby saddened but remembered, he had to find Mordecai. Or else, Benson and Mordecai were both doomed. Rigby couldn't continue the journey alone without Mordecai's assistance.

'I gotta follow one of these trails.' Rigby thought 'I just hope I get lucky and choose the right one.'

Rigby pointed at one of the trails, then pointed at all the other trails while singing "Eenie meenie miney moe." After he finished. He chose the path that his finger landed on.

"So it is decided" He said in an over dramatic movie voice. He followed the path he chose trying his best to avoid all the other paths and not lose track of his current path he was following.

Mordecai hadn't the slightest clue what to do.

'Maybe follow a path' he thought. 'Maybe follow the wrong end in the middle of no where.' he sighed.

'Rigby must be deathly worried! Same with skips' he thought.

He shed a tear down his face.

'Benson will be gone' he thought. 'I might be gone!' He thought.

He knew he had to stay strong though. After all, it wasn't the end yet. He slowly took a step with his boosted confidence realizing he could be the one, the hero of all the fictional stories, the hero in the movie to save the day. Although, somewhere, deep inside, he knew he still wasn't confident enough to be as great as the comic book heros.

His foot landed on the ground, he's pointed with his left hand to his north.

"I choose this way..." He spoke.

Welp there it is. After months. I hate myself as much as you guys do. I hate it. My motivation is pretty boosted right now but I'm not sure how long I can maintain it. I'm going to write as many chapters as I can whenever I get motivated! It's not because I'm lazy. And I will give you guys the 100 chapters! Thanks for being patient :)! And always, leave your predictions! I love hearing your predictions!