I don't own anything on Regular Show (which really sux, but I can't do anything about it.)
Well, freakin' read it already.
Rain poured out of the sky. Margaret was in her car parked in some grocery store parking lot. It was empty because it was Sunday, and this store always closes on Sunday. Perfect isolation, but of course she didn't really didn't like it. At least it was more peaceful than dealing with her boyfriend.
She watches her front window as it gathered rain droplets. Her car was running, but she didn't bother turning on the windshield wipers. The heater was on because it was kind of cold. 'Under the Bridge' by the Red Hot Chillie Peppers was playing on her radio, and it fitted perfectly for this setting she was in currently. Margaret covered herself in a black leather jacket while she was texting her boyfriend.
# Sorry. I cant see u anymore. U always talk about ur ex and I am tired of it. If u still luv her so much then just go on and tell her that so that way u can stop using me as an xcuse 2 make her jealous. Dont come by l8r. I dont want to see u anymore k?
Margaret sends her message and waits for a bit. She pulls the recliner on her seat so she can lean back so more. She relaxes and thinks texting to break up with someone is really a lame idea, but she hates confrontations after a fight. Her phone vibrates and she instantly reads it. It's not from her boyfriend.
#Wats up?
It was from Eileen. Margaret starts to text back.
# Not much. Im in my car listening 2 sum music and texting. Hby?
She just received another message. This time it's from her boyfriend. Well, ex-boyfriend now.
# Its cool.
Margaret feels a wave of relief after this. She's glad that he's not making a fuss over this, but at the same time a little taken aback that he didn't seem to really care. Now they are officially not a couple; they again, they really weren't much of a couple since they would fight a lot. Margaret is so sick of these crappy dates she has. She wonders why she can't find a real nice guy that'll treat her right.
Then she thinks about that incident earlier with Rigby. She has been thinking about that ever since she left the park, which was hours ago. She didn't feel any spark between them when he kissed her; like nothing clicked with either of them. Anyway, Margaret didn't feel right kissing her best friend's crush. She believes she betrayed her in a way.
Margaret scrolls down her phone book listings and sees Rigby's number. She has the urge to call him. She shakes her head to side to side and exits out of the phone book.
Margaret receives another text message from Eileen.
# Im still working. R u k btw?
Margaret texts back.
# Im k. Im not going out with that jerk anymore.
She receives a text shortly after.
# That is great news. He was a real asshole anyway.
Margaret texts back.
# Yea he was. I kno how 2 pick em rite.
Her phone vibrates.
# Dnt worry bout it. U will find Mr Right sum day. Hey I have 2 get back to work. ttyl
The song finally ends. And the next song plays Somebody to Love by Queen. Ironically this song fits her mood right now. She listens to the first lyrics of the song.
~ Can…. [chorus then begins to sing] Anybody….find me…somebody to love…..?
Margaret tilts her head back and wonders…. really wonders the same thing as well.
It was late, late, late at night. Like around 2:00 AM late. Rigby took one the park carts and parked it in the depths of the forest. He brought his jean jacket with him which had a lot of pockets like a fishing coat. He rummaged through it and pulls out candy, an egg roll he stole from a buffet, his wallet, a condom, his cell phone, menthol cigarettes, an orange lighter, an ipod, tic tacs, shades, couple of roaches, and finally a baggie of methamphetamines and clean syringes held together by a rubber band.
Literally whatever innocence Rigby had clung onto since he joined in a band was long gone. It was a mean, greedy, whorish world with mean, greedy, whorish people. Rigby meet a guy who introduced him to drugs and meet girls who have increased his sexual drive. And he can't blame the people entirely for making him this way, he has himself to blame too. See, Rigby has this inner desire to be famous and would act out in any way to get there. So he took the route like what every rock star took. Sex, drugs, and Rock and Roll.
This cruel addiction guided him in the forest for this high. The only thing Rigby actually carried with his hands was a jar with very little cotton in it and a bottle of water. He took out the cotton a puts it on the seat for now. He compresses the crystals inside the plastic baggie with his cell phone until it's powdery. He then carefully fills the jar with a very slight stratum of water. Next he pours some of the meth in the jar and it mixes in the water. Rigby lits the lighter and holds the bottom of the jar above the flame. The liquid starts to steam and boil, and he puts the cotton in it. He grabs one of the rigs and pulls the amount of the chemical he can handle in it.
He puts the rig down just for a moment. Rigby pulls out his arm then squeezes his hand hard into a rock. He feels with his other hand where the veins are popping out in his under arm. He locks his eyes at the spot and grabs the rig instantly and shoots it all in. He sits there dazed as he indulges himself with the perfect, yet tormenting high. He grabs a roach and lits it after a few minutes went by. He smokes it then it really gets him hallucinating.
Rigby sees the branches from the trees start twisting and growing longer; they look like creepy hands trying to reach out and grab him. This scares Rigby so he turns on the cart and drives away from the forest. He felt super paranoid and thought the forest was attempting to get him and only him.
The street lights are a hell a lot brighter than usual, like giant UFOs. The grass's color tinted into violet and the rocky path shook the whole cart like a fuckin' earth quake was occurring. The cart's rocket boosters start to ignite. Rigby grips the steering wheel hard with a cocky smile crossed his face, ready and willing for a lift off.
Neon pink fire burst free from the rocket boosters which sends the cart dashing upwards and Rigby can barely hang on. The whole cart rumbles which has Rigby bouncing on his seat, in addition to his hands locked on the steering wheel which being the only reason why he hasn't fallen off yet. His brown fur bristles, his pupils just about gone, and the raccoon just laughs in crazy silliness and swerves in the sky leaving a trail of pink swirling smoke behind. Higher and higher, no such pinnacle existing, all the stars swirl and dance together around him and he just pushes the pedal with full force.
His cart crashes into a tree and it sends him flying into the prickly grass. He groans and is confused like a lost toddler in a store. He lifts himself up and wanders around the park.
It's hours before he actually starts to sleep.
Mordecai finds Rigby passed out on the steps this afternoon wearing his shades and using his jacket as a blanket. Mordecai is all dressed up and looks like he's ready to go out rather than work like he's supposed to. He hunches over and tries to shake him awake.
Mordecai- Rigby, wake up!
Rigby- unnngg….
Rigby gets up and he doesn't really know what's going on, doesn't know what time or day it is, or doesn't even know where he is. He puts his jacket on properly and removes his shades revealing his blood shot eyes. Mordecai winces at this and tells him to put his sun glasses back on. Rigby shrugs and does. Rigby yawns then looks up at Mordecai.
Mordecai- Dude, what the hell are you doing outside?
Rigby had the urge to rub his eyes, but didn't. His mouth was dry and it reeked morning breath. Rigby shivers from the cold wind then scratches all over his body like he has fleas.
Rigby- uuhhhhhh, I guess I was sleeping.
Mordecai- Yeah, I am aware of that, but what I don't know is why?
Rigby- Mordecai, man….I don't freaken remember.
A fragrance fills the air around them. Rigby finally notices the cologne Mordecai is using. His eyes narrows and his face cringes. Apparently Mordecai sprayed too much cologne on himself, and it just made Rigby feel sicker than he already was.
Rigby- [Coughs] Why'd you sprayed so much cologne for?
Mordecai- Eileen told me that Margaret likes this cologne and the way it smells.
Rigby- Okay, but the problem is that you put too much on. It's overpowering! My nose is on fire, man!
Mordecai- [Scoffs] Whatever….Look, Benson is off to do some errand stuff, so I was thinking we can take this chance and go to the arcade instead of working. They have this dance dance revolution machine there. I wanted both of us to go and try it,...but then again...clearly you look like shit so you must feel like it too.
Rigby- [Panicking] No! No! Just give me five minutes and I'll be ready to go.
So Rigby did manage to get ready in a split second. His hair was groomed, his teeth were brushed until they were as white as a paper ghost, and he smelled nice ( because he borrowed some of Mordecai's new cologne).
Mordecai was waiting for him by the steps. Rigby walks out of the doors like a conquering hero due to ridiculous amount of self-confidence he held. Mordecai looks at him dully. His expression changed and was taken aback once he smelled his cologne on Rigby.
Mordecai- Dude!
Rigby- What?
Mordecai- You're wearing the same cologne I am!
Rigby- Yeah?
Mordecai- That's so uncool. You knew I was only wearing this to impress Margaret.
Rigby- [Shrugs] Oops. Anyway, she's not going to be in the arcade.
Mordecai- Still…she might swing by there….just because….she wants to.
Rigby- Hmmm! Hmmm!
Mordecai- Arraggh! Whatever. Let's just go already.
Mordecai and Rigby were trying to hit the arrow platforms with their feet. Their movements were vigorous. Mordecai whole body moves like a invert noodle while Rigby jumps to one arrow platform to another since his legs were too short to reach to them by standing in the center, metal platform. Despite how ridiculous they were moving, they aren't managing to hit at least one arrow platform on beat.
On the screen there were arrows that they were supposed to hit and messages would pop out to the side that read:
Miss
Miss
Miss
Bad
Miss
They were just failing at the dance game, but having a great time doing it. People would walk by laughing at them. Mordecai and Rigby didn't care though.
The game ended and Rigby and Mordecai looked at their score. It's so horrible, it shouldn't even be seen by human eyes.
Mordecai- Man, we suck…..
Rigby- [Fixes collar] Yeah, suck like in a good way.
Mordecai gives him a look, and shakes his head not knowing what the hell Rigby meant by that.
The loser duo walked into Best Buy. They put their money together and bought a digital camera (since they broke their last one). They were so psyched about it they took it out of the box right away. They were littering when Mordecai threw it on the side walk even though there was a garbage can like three feet away.
Mordecai and Rigby took their camera in campus and start recording random people that passed by them. The two would snicker as they followed this one guy in a tux while recording him. The guy in the tux was getting pissed and threatens them to go away. They didn't listen of course, and instead, started annoying the poor guy by asking stupid questions.
Mordecai- That's a very nice tie. Where did you get it? I want to buy it then meet you again and compare if that tie looks better on you or me.
Guy- Fuck off!
Rigby- Hey, why are you speeding up your pace for? I just want to be pals.
Guy- I don't want to!
Mordecai renders his raccoon friends a smirk and gives the camera to him. The camera records the side walk as Rigby runs in front of the guy in the tux. Rigby and Mordecai are trying to hold their laughter in the best they could and remain calm as they act all stupid with this guy.
Rigby- [Resumes to record him] Well, that's because you got to get to know me. Anyway, I'm like seriously jealous. I want that tie. Can I have it?
Guy- If you guys don't go away, I'm going to lose my shoes in both of your throats.
Rigby- Then what are you going to wear after that? You'll look really ridiculous if you're wearing a fancy tux like that with no shoes on.
Guy- [Tries to hit Rigby] [Misses] Go AWAY! I'm serious!
Rigby- I'm just saying, you know?
Mordecai- Hey, did you get that tux at that one store that sells tuxes?
Guy- [Runs to the bus stop]
Mordecai and Rigby- [Runs after him]
Mordecai- With that one old dude that says that slogan at the end of every commercial?
Rigby- [To Mordecai] Dude, I know what you're talking about.
Mordecai- What did he say though?
The bus eventually arrived and came to a stop by a street light that turned red. This makes the guy even more impatient as he furiously taps his left foot and checks his watch. Rigby keeps his distance from the guy, but was still recording him. When the guy decided to turn his face at Rigby, Rigby begins to speak of the slogan Mordecai was trying to figure out.
Rigby- "You're gonna like the way you look. I grantee it."
Mordecai- That's it! That's it!
Guy- No, this is it!
The guy in the tux all of the sudden stripped off his suit and revealed cameo shorts, two black leather belts that crossed his chest like a X, which had all kinds of weapons attached on it that was listed A-Z, and his dress shoes are now revealed to be boots.. This guy was built like G I FUCKING JOE and his expression turned a lot scary according to Mordecai and Rigby's view. This guy was a hit man in disguise.
Rigby presses the stop button on his digital camera slowly and lowers her hands. Rigby's mouth sort of wobbles as if he's about to cry and Mordecai's eyes lower and his face winces. The two exchange troubled glances.
Mordecai- ….I think we messed around with the wrong dude.
Rigby-…Yeah….
Guy- You two fucked with the wrong guy.
Rigby- Please don't hurt us.
Mordecai- Hurt? I think he's more likely going to kill us!
Guy- I'll make you guys a deal, you give me that digital camera there and I'll just walk away.
Rigby- But…[Looks at it for awhile] we just bought it like an hour ago and, damn, we're already getting jacked! That's not fair!
Mordecai- Rigby! [Snatches digital camera from Rigby] [Gives it to the hit man] Here...
The guy took it from them and next dashes out into the streets. A bunch of cars that he cut in front of honked at him. The people yelled at him and he just yelled right back as he ran further down the street then disappeared. Mordecai and Rigby just linger there watching every moment of the commotion.
Rigby- Well, our day is just about complete. We just lost terribly to a dancing game at the arcade, and bought a camera, then it got jacked shortly after from a hit man that we annoyed for a bit. What else are we missing today?
Mordecai- Peter Frampton singing, "Do you feel like we do" for our background music.
Rigby- I like that song. We should play that in one of our performances. You know, until when we start making more music for ourselves and actually get famous in all.
Mordecai- Our future selves are probably back enjoying their famous life or something because I lip-synced. Doesn't it go like that, when you change something minor in the past and in the future it changes drastically?... I don't know or care though. It just doesn't feel right to me because I cheated to set in this direction...
Rigby- Aw, Mordecai don't think of it like that. Think of it for the greater good.
Mordecai- Yeah...[crosses arms] for us.
Rigby- Look, we just won't ever fake a performance again, alright?
Mordecai- I guess so. [Faces the park cart] Let's just get back to work before Benson finds out and gets mad.
Mordecai and Rigby then go back to their park cart. For a moment, the two fought over to take the steering wheel. Unfortunately for Rigby, Mordecai punched harder than him and defeated Rigby had to reluctantly take the passenger's seat. Mordecai drove both of them back to the park before Benson arrives there.
Eileen sets up the opening mic night for customers. Well, it's turned more into karaoke stage. Only people in bands or people, who can just generally just sing, come up on stage and sing songs they have written or a song that's already written from famous singers. Mordecai and Rigby haven't made that many songs yet, but people love hearing them just performs regardless if the two are singing an original song or not; it's because of their insane guitar playing mostly.
Mordecai and Rigby enter the Coffee Shop with their band shirts on. The open mic night will start in a hour and Mordecai and Rigby wanted to practice for a while strumming their guitars to the song they are going to play in the back stage. Rigby was the one who started playing first so of course Mordecai will be the one to sing first then Rigby will follow in the chorus part. That was their usual method. Benson was running late today for practice. Neither Mordecai or Rigby mentioned it to each other though, nor did they seem bothered much.
Rigby- I loved the concert version of this song better because of the talk box.
Mordecai- Yeah, same here.
Benson finally arrives the Coffee Shop and joins Rigby and Mordecai in the back stage. He was wearing the band's shirt and a black vest over it because the shirt was actually small. Mordecai and Rigby purposely given him a small shirt as a joke.
His drums were waiting for him. He sits down and taps gently at the cymbal.
Benson- I was having some car trouble. My car was over-heating, so I had to add some anti-freeze to it and-
Rigby- Wah wah wah wah wah
Benson gives Rigby a hard look.
Mordecai- All is forgiven because you are our boss and you're wearing the Mordecai and the Rigbys's band shirt.
Benson- urrrrrr, are you guys absolutely sure that you don't have an extra shirt?
Rigby- Well, we do, but they're all the same size.
Benson- [Narrows eyes] What size?
Mordecai- Small.
Benson- [Grumbles]
Mordecai- Relax, man. We don't want you to drop your gum balls all over the stage.
Benson- You know what? I'm going to allow you to say that just this once. BUT SAY IT AGAIN AND YOU'LL BE RAKING THE ENTIRE PARK WITH NO BREAKS!
After Angel finished singing his song, Mordecai and the Rigbys were up next. Since they did this a lot, not a nerve was going crazy from them. They remained calm as if they were just taking a walk in the park. This was a routine that's why.
Mordecai steps up to the microphone and taps it gently to make sure it's working.
Mordecai- We're gonna sing, "Do you feel like we do" by Peter Frampton. We thought about that song way earlier today, and well, we want to play it. What do you guys think about that?
An uproar of cheering lifted in the atmosphere, it can be heard outside too. The people clearly know and love this song.
Rigby pulls his guitar in position and strums it. They had the tabs to this song months ago until now they can play it mind free. Benson hits the drums in the rythmic beat of the song.
Mordecai then joins with them as the song slowly starts and the duo guitarists were playing at the same time.
Margaret enters the Coffee Shop as soon as they started playing. She lingers in the back watching them. She loves hearing theie band play. She watches Rigby be in that extraordinary zone that guitars must go when they strum their guitars, and seemly feel like the music itself must have distracted him from reality for this moment. She then looks over to Benson as she bobs his head for every beat that has the most force in the taps of his drum sticks. Then finally she watches Mordecai, as he sings the lyrics of that great song.
~Do you…you! Feel like I do? Do you…you! Feel like I do?
A soft smile crosses her beak as she watches Mordecai. Over the past months, Mordecai has always been such a dear friend to her and he usually was there for her when she was in distress. She appreciates all that he has done for her, really. When she talks to him, she feels like she sometimes talking to herself. Unlike most guys she hangs out with, she actually feels this real connection with Mordecai. She can say anything to him, and he can say anything to her and they would both be cool with each other no matter what. Margaret feels lucky to have a friend like him.
Mordecai starts a guitar solo on the stage. The lights dim more, and he electrifies the whole room with delight.
When the song was over, Mordecai, Benson, and Rigby went out the back stage doors to keep away from people.
Rigby- That was great! I love old songs in our version!
Mordecai- Yeah, if only we had the talk box, then it would have been awesome.
Rigby- Dude, it was awesome. But yeah, the talk box would have made people shit bricks. [Laugh]
Benson- [Serious] Guys, remember you have work early tomorrow at the park. Save the partying on weekends.
Rigby- [Rolls eyes] Yeah, yeah.
Benson- All right, I'm heading home to sleep. You two should do the same thing.
Benson had people help him collect his drum set and put it in his car. After that, he drives off to his apartment to the city.
Rigby peeks out of doors as he watches the next performer up. Some old man was singing some southern rock music with his band. Mordecai listens with Rigby, and as their backs were turned they didn't become aware of the red robin sneak up.
Margaret- Hey, guys!
From the surprise, Mordecai accidentally hits Rigby with his elbow as he turned around on his back. Rigby cringes in pain and he rubs his back.
Rigby- Owww! Dude!
Mordecai- I'm sorry, Rigby.
Margaret- [Giggles]
When Rigby sees Margaret, he looks away quickly in shame, averting any eye contact with her.
Mordecai- We were just listening to that other guy singing. He has a pretty good voice.
Margaret- [Listens for a bit] Hmmm, yeeahh. But I like your voice better.
Mordecai- Yeah? [blushes]
Margaret- I'm sure you guys are going to make it big. I mean, with all those original songs and great skills, you guys will have it made eventually.
Mordecai- Wow..um...thanks!
Rigby- Yeah, um ...shouldn't we start going home, Mordecai? I'm tired and we have to work in the morning.
Mordecai- [Sighs] Fine... looks like the big baby has to have his sleep.
Rigby- I'm NOT A BABY! I'm just simply tired from the long day we had.
Mordecai- [Starts walking] Whatever, dude. [At Margaret] Well, I'll see you around. Bye.
Margaret- See you guys later.
When Mordecai exits the door, Rigby starts to leave with his tail all drooped down. Margaret interrupts him though from grabbing his shoulder with her wing.
Margaret- Rigby, I have to talk with you. And I'm sure it's clear that you know what about [Raises eyebrow].
Rigby-[Jerks away from her] [blushes]Yeah, sure. Tomorrow though!
Margaret- [Crosses arms and gives him a stern look] That's fine.
Rigby- [Nervously] I have to go!
Outside, Mordecai reaches to the park cart. Just when he's about to go inside it, Rigby comes running on all fours from behind him and beats him to it. He sits on passenger's seat and stares at whatever is in front of him. Mordecai looks at him oddly, but disregards it soon. He takes his seat and starts up the park cart. He turns on the radio then switches it over to the old rock station then drives away. Rigby pretends to sleep on the seat as Mordecai drives to the park in peace.
Mordecai really likes the song playing, of course, because it was "Voodoo child" by Jimi Hendrix.
Peter Frampton Vs. Jimi Hendrix...which one is the better at the guitar.
God, I love them both.