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Any and/or all characters never seen, heard, mentioned in Regular Show belongs to me. The use of names and/or characters that are non-fictional or copyrighted to anyone else in this story is purely coincidental and accidental.
Regular Show: The Great Game Caper-The Fast and The Unrealistic-ness
Two lawyers, who were crossing the street at one of the crosswalks, barely had enough time to jump out of the way when a yellow Prius came zooming by from down the street. The car with a quiet engine had three passengers, consisting of a blue-jay, a raccoon, and a federal agent, making a fast getaway after completing one objective of an infiltration mission. Their next objective is what they were doing now: getting away as fast as possible.
"Where are we going?" Mordecai asked Bill, staying intensely focused on the road.
"Were heading for a rendezvous point at a warehouse where someone will take this car, while we commandeer a different vehicle so we can successfully escape."
"Do you really think that's necessary? I mean, we're getting away from a group who work at a game studio, you really think they're gonna chase us?"
"Uh, guys," Rigby was on his knees staring out the back window, looking at a site that was truly baffling. A squad consisting of thirty to forty three-wheeled security carts chasing them, and they were surprisingly fast. "Seriously, how many guards do they have?"
One of the carts managed to scrape the back bumper, a feeble attempt of trying to look serious. This made Bill a bit cocky. "Heh, that the best they can do?"
As if on cue, the motorized terrors somehow transformed their vehicles, so they became mobile-armored-suits. The torsos were the driver seat the guards were still on, and the arms and legs formed from the back portion of the motorized carts. The two back wheels were used as skates to catch up with the evading vehicle.
Ho-ly-crap…Japanese robots!" Rigby yelled in astonishment.
"Robots or not, we're still gonna lose them faster than a New York minute!" Bill said, trying to assure the two passengers. Unfortunately the duo had no idea what the phrase meant. "You know, New York Minute? As in, faster than a blink of an eye, faster than the heart can make a beat?" The passengers just stared at their driver. "You gotta be kidding. How can you not know that phrase?"
One of the pursuers managed to grab hold of the Prius' rear bumper. Bill took a hard swerve left, making the unwanted rider crash right into a pole. However, this did not stop the rest of the mechanized cart from following the car's trail. They had no intentions of stopping their intense chase.
"Hey, you two see a duffel bag back there?" Bill asked the two behind him. Mordecai looked down to his left to find a pale green bag sitting on the floor. He lifted it onto his lap and zipped it open, looking at its contents.
"What are these?"
"C-4 charges, military grade explosives."
"What?" Mordecai exclaimed as he threw the bag onto Rigby's lap.
"Dude, no way! Get these things off me before they go off!" The raccoon quickly threw the bag back.
"Calm down, you dopes," Bill yelled to stop their soon-to-be hop-potato game. "they're remote charged! As in they can only blow up when someone presses a detonator, which I have." Bill banked right as one of the guard-mechs threw a street sign at them like a javelin. "Besides, they're not even armed, unless you push the red button on them."
"So, why make us pick them up?" Mordecai asked.
"You got good throwing arms? I need you two to toss them at those annoying things behind us." Bill made another bank to the right in order to dodge a mech who was attempting to ram its fist into the car. "Just press the button and throw!"
"Are you kidding me?" Rigby asked. "Don't you need, like, a haz-mat license to use this, or something?"
"Let's just say this: if you don't do what I say, we'll die! And if they don't kill you, I will!" The now annoyed federal agent wasn't giving the two slackers much of a choice.
"Uh, guys, hate to interrupt, but I think those robot guys are gonna use us a hockey pucks!" Mordecai was pointing out that two of the guard mechs now wielded street signs that were held as if they were hockey sticks. They duo fully understood the exact danger of the situation. It was either, do stupid things and hope to live, or do nothing and possibly get slaughtered. With this, Mordecai clicked the small button on the charge and tossed it towards the pursuers. Bill saw the small charge get tossed out the window and immediately went for his detonator. The explosive went off, but did not do much good. The robot suits simply dodged the explosion with ease and the following shrapnel proved nothing against the armored skin. By this time two of them were skating be either side of the Prius, these two having the street signs. Bill took no chances as he drove the car straight into one that was ready to advance. It did not stop it, but at least it slowed it down. He took notice of the other one closing in, just in time for him to make a hard bank towards it, knocking it upside down and sent it bouncing back. Mordecai and Rigby started to toss more of the C-4 charges to the pursuing guards, while Bill was trying his best to keep his eyes on the road and detonate them at the right time. It did not seem to faze the armored suits at all, they continued to dodge, leap, and swerve around the explosions. Any who did get caught in the blast radius were only thrown a bit off balance, only to regain it once again.
"Dude, the C-4 isn't working! What do we do?" Mordecai exclaimed.
"Drive faster! Activate the turbo! Fire the rockets!" Rigby was spouting out fictional spy gadget Bill could use, which he couldn't, of course.
"This isn't a spy car, and it's really hard to concentrate when you two keep yelling like frantic school girls!" Bill yelled back at the two.
Four of the mech suits jumped over the yellow target and turned around ahead of it, blocking its path. Bill had to react fast or else they would suffer a head-on-collision with the mechanic wall. He was in luck, there was a small alley to the left. He turned the car to the right, in order to get a good starting position, than swerved to the left, getting into the narrow way, though to the expense of his right-side-mirror and some scratches on the side. This also helped them lose their pursuers, as the alley was too narrow for their bulky mechs to fit. The Prius made it the other side of alley, and back onto the streets.
"Phew, I think we lost them." Mordecai sighed a breath of relief.
"For now, at least." Bill responded, "We're gonna have to take a detour in order to get to the warehouse, but for now, we can be glad we have one problem to deal with."
"Wooooaahh, check it out, guys." Rigby was pointing out that the street they were on led to the famous Time Square. They saw all it had to offer, the big screen advertisements, the stores to the side, and the dozens of people walking by. They were at a stop light, waiting for the color to change. They would of basked in it all they want, but now was definitely not the time.
As they were waiting, they heard the sounds of a helicopter's propeller overhead, a common sound heard in New York from time to time. This one wasn't as common, however, because the following chopper was now descending into the square. Crowds of people scattered as the strong winds of the propeller caused trash, newspapers, and anything else to fly every which way. As it came closer, Bill automatically identified it in his mind: a black MD 520N. As it hovered right in front of the yellow Prius, the pilot-side door opened, to reveal a non-to-friendly and familiar face.
"Well, look at our daring heroes!" Rodd Casey Jones leaned out and spoke with a megaphone to three escapees from the studio. "Nice getaway car, by the way. It so makes you look incognito! Who does it belong to, agent Carenhaug?"
"Yes, so what?" Bill popped his head out the window and spouted back.
This earned a maniacal laugh from Jones. "Holy crap, you're serious? What is wrong with you, man?" He chuckled a bit more, finding the situation to hilarious. "Okay, enough fun, kill them now." He sat back in, and turned the small chopper so the right side was facing the car. The back door opened, and another guard was seen holding a long, cylinder shaped object.
"What's he holding?" Mordecai asked, nervous tension in his voice.
Bill couldn't see what it was, at first, but when the guard pointed the cylinder towards them, he soon realized what he was holding. "STINGER!" Bill yelled in horror as he slammed his foot onto the gas pedal and drove past the MD. He narrowly avoided a missile that hit the ground behind. As the warhead made contact with the ground, it blew, sending a force that shattered the Prius' rear window, forcing Mordecai and Rigby to cover their heads from the flying glass.
"Augh," Mordecai's auditory sensors were ringing from the explosion. "Dude, was that a missile!"
"FIM-92 Stinger, to be exact," Bill said as he was back to driving aggressively. "Locks on to heat sources and follows it until either they blow up or their target does!"
"Yeah, you could have just said it was missile," Rigby started. "But now that you said they can lock onto us, I'm freaking out!"
The helicopter chased after the fleeing car, trying to get next to it so the missile wielder could fire again. It managed to get at the right position for the guard to fire another homing missile at the car. It would have surely blown the car apart, had it not been for the intrusion of the robot guards from before. Right before the missile could hit the yellow vehicle, one of the robotic terrors unintentionally got in the missile's way. As its warhead made contact with the mech, both were blown apart in a massive explosion. One of the arms flew through the broken window of the car, scaring Mordecai and Rigby as it got between the two friends. They quickly pushed the severed, robotic limb out. It flew back at the mechs, one of them knocking it out of the way, only for it to drive straight into the windshield of one of its comrades, decommissioning it for good.
"Unbelievable," Rodd groaned as he spoke into a small device. "Everyone, get out of the dang way for the stinger!" The robots below dispersed from the vehicle, allowing the guard with the FIM-92 to try and fire another rocket at the Prius.
Mordecai saw the guard pointing the launcher at them again. He froze with fear at the sight of the guard waiting the guard to deliver a fiery death to the fleeing trio. He did not know what do, or how to react. He looked down at the C-4 in the duffel bag, and had an idea that might work. "Bill, get ready to detonate another C-4!" He scooped up a C-4 charge and was ready to toss it. As soon as he saw the puff of smoke from the launcher's barrel, he threw the charge into the sky. When Bill saw this, he used the detonator and the explosive ignited in the air. This did something Mordecai was not expecting. He thought it would just cause the missile to explode mid-flight, but instead it knocked it off course and sent it flying into the mass of robots, taking out a good portion of them in the resulting blast. Mordecai and Rigby gave each other a high five at the fact.
"Okay, now they're starting to PISS ME OFF!" Rodd, blinded by rage, flew the helicopter down to the Prius. He slammed the landing gear on top of the roof in an attempt to ram it off the road. This caused the guard in the back to drop the stinger, eliminating another problem for the trio. "Come on, ya little turds, I'm gonna crash that stupid nerdy piece of crap off the road and shove C-4 up your—" He couldn't finish that sentence as he finally took notice of the overpass coming up. He tried to pull up, but the freeway caught contact with the landing gear, forcing the helicopter to spin. Rodd could have regain control if it wasn't for a conveniently situated billboard that caught the back tail of the chopper, forcing it to spin the other direction and having the propellers slam into it. "Oh screw this!" Rodd grabbed an object from his side and jumped out. When he did he quickly fired a grappling hook, form the gadget he had in the helicopter, to one of the nearby fire escapes. It hooked firmly onto one of the railings and stopped the CEO before he could hit the ground. "Ha! I knew I made this thing for a reason!" He was just about to safely touch the ground when one of the robotic chasers slammed into him on the way down. He was staring right into the face of one of the guard pilots, who he told to stop operating the machine. As it stopped and reverted back to its average security cart form, Rodd opened the door, punched the guard out, and entered. "That was for nearly running me over! Now, you walk!" He slammed the door shut and drove off in a fit of rage.
After the daring chase, the trio finally made it to the intended warehouse. There, there was a man waiting by a white van, which was ready to be used by Bill, Mordecai, and Rigby to travel undetected by the guards and whatever else Jones could possibly thrown at them. On their way out of the car, Mordecai and Rigby were bragging about how amazing the wild event was.
"Dude, that was sick," Mordecai started. "We got away from crazy robot guys and helicopter maniacs and stuff!"
"Yeah, and we totally set off some awesome explosions!" Rigby said, waving his arms and making explosion noises. The two laughed joyfully, then the laughter started to die down a bit.
"You crapped yourself to, didn't you?" Mordecai asked Rigby.
"Yeah."
As they approached the van, Bill told the man of what they were running from. He arched an eyebrow a bit, but nodded and headed for the banged up car. As Bill got into the van, he dropped the detonator. Rigby came to pick it up and give it to him, but pushed the button by accident. Apparently, Rigby accidently left one of the C-4's armed, and as a result, it blew up along with the rest of the C-4 in the car. The yellow Prius blew up in a cloud of fire, as it knocked the decoy driver back. All four looked at the burning wreck in unexpected astonishment. The decoy driver got up, dusted himself off, and entered the van the other three were to ride. "Looks like I'm riding with you guys."
Bill took a look at Rigby, who held the detonator, with a sneer.
"What? Come on, even that crazy guy in the chopper thought it sucked. In a way, I did you favor."
Bill's response to this was a swift kick to Rigby's groan. The raccoon fell forward in pain as the rest of the group got into the van. "When you're done crying, get in." Bill said.
A/N Yep. That's all I have to say, yep. Also, as far as I know it, birds don't have ears, or at least there are no ears visible on them, so I just said Mordecai had auditory sensors or something. If anyone's a bird expert in physiology or more specifically how they hear, please tell me if you wish. PM, not through a review, I want to keep the reviews strictly reviews. Unless it's a funny comment. You know what, just leave an anything in the reviews.
If you're wondering how the security carts look, well, you remember playing Saints Row and hijacking a small car that looked like a security vehicle, or something? Yeah, that's the one. As far as how it turns into a robot, I'll leave that to your 'imaginaaaaaaaaatiooooons'! Dear cripes, even I think that joke was terrible.
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-Drone person
