"It's time to kick some ass and chew some bubble gum. And I'm all outta gum."
I had to get that out of my system before it got outta hand...
Here is the new chapter so enjoy...
"Rigby, is that you?"
"Yeah...that you Margaret?"
"Unfortunately yes..."
Rigby took notice of the slutty cloths she was wearing, a black shirt that was cut off extremely high for a cut off and a pair of excessively short shorts.
"What the 'H' are you wearing."
"What do you think?" She asked sarcastically.
"It looks like you're going to an interview at Peepers."
"Rigby...I'm a-a...they are forcing me to be a hooker."
"Oh...that sucks, maybe that's why Mordecai's last request was to save your ass."
" You mean he's gone?" Margaret asked, beginning to tear up.
"Oh no, no, he's just in a coma for God knows how long."
Margaret stopped crying upon hearing Rigby say that.
"Thanks' Rigby."
"For what?" Rigby asked, confused.
"For busting me out of here."
"Whoa Margaret. Hold the phone. I can't just shoot my way outta here."
"Why?" She asked, cringing at the though of having to stay with these damned gangsters any longer.
"For one I don't have a gun, two I'm heavily outnumbered, three If I earn their trust it would be much easier to save you and four I sortta wanna live through the escape."
Margaret nodded understanding Rigby's simple logic. As she was about to exit the room Rigby stopped her and said, "Mess up your hair and cloths."
Margaret caught his drift and ruffled her feathers while Rigby displaced his fur. Margaret left the room in tears, doing a good job of playing the part of someone who was just used. Rigby slapped a huge smile on his face and practically paraded out of the back room to be greeted by Lee and Ricky.
"Alright Rigboner we've got a job for you."
"I'm listening." Rugby replied, still smiling widely.
"I don't need to be told that you're fucking listening to me cause I'm in charge and you have to listen to me you little fuck." Lee retorted, raising his voice.
"Jez, by I'm listening I meant okay!" Rigby replied, his smile fading. He was trying not to look scared despite the fact that a crime lord was yelling at him.
"That better be what you fuckin' meant." Leonard said, calming down slightly.
"Okay what's the job." Rigby asked, trying to lighted the mood.
"Some cheap fuck thinks he can sell me shit coke and get away with it. I want you to beat him into submission. Only kill him if he draws a gun."
"I hate it when my coca cola is cheap, you know it tastes best out of glass. Was he trying to sell it to you in plastic or something?" Rigby asked, in a completely honest tone.
"You don't know what coke is do you?" Lee asked before bursting into hysterical laughter.
"No, I guess I don't."
"Ah you crack me up kid." Lee said, recovering from his laughing fit, "You're going places...Here's his address." Lee continued, handing Rigby a scrap of paper.
"Thanks' it'll get done." Rigby concluded the conversation by leaving to the 'normal' part of The Box. Mordecai was right Lee really was crazy, it just took his unpredictable mood changes to make Rigby realize that.
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"Skips?"
"Yeah?" The Yeti said opening the door to his house in response to Rigby's rapping on the door.
"I need to talk to you." He said immediately.
"Alright, come in and have a seat." Skips said, stepping back and allowing Rigby to enter.
The two sat down on Skips' couch which was in the back of his house, past his indoor gym which took up a good portion of his house.
"Alright Rigby, what's on your mind?"
"A lot." Rigby replied exhaling deeply as is letting out all of the day's tension.
"Start from the top."
"Well Mordecai's in a coma, which you know, but he made me promise to save Margaret from his dad's gang and her sister wanted to help so she hugged me and Eileen saw and took it the wrong way and got pissed at me then I got into the gang and found Margaret and now I have to go beat the shit out of some crack junky." Rigby said in an extremely rapid fashion that Skips struggled to keep up with at times.
"Okay I think I can help." Skips said very slowly, hoping it would calm Rigby down.
"Here's the keys to my personal armory." He continued, dangling a keychain where Rigby could see it, "Now I also have a plan to save Margaret, it'll take some time and you'll have to earn the gang's trust."
"I know." Rigby interrupted.
"If you want to win Eileen back try flowers, she like you so much that even the most petty of gifts will get you her forgiveness."
"I don't like Eilee-...Wait what?"
"Rigby it's no secret,...but then again you would still be confused if she wrote, 'I Like You' on a rock and threw it at you." Skips laughed to himself.
Skips' 'outburst' had made Rigby think a little, maybe he did like Eileen and was just too scared to admit it, after all he did feel bad for what had happened in The Coffee Shop. Never the less Skips pressed on and began to relay his brilliant plan to Rigby, stopping sometimes to make sure that Rigby understood pivotal things he would have to do or say. All in all Rigby spent a good five hours listening to Skips' plan. After he concluded his explanation he threw the armory keys at Rigby and said, "Try to take something small, a shotgun is going to send you flying and you won't be able to handle the recoil on anything automatic, so take some sort of side arm."
Rigby nodded then Followed Skips into his basement where a secret door lead into the armory, which Skips left Rigby alone to.
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Rigby took Skips advice and took a Colt .45, mainly because he thought it was cool and because he had seen it in video games before. Now armed with a gun and a plan Rigby set off for the address Leonard had given him, after all he had a Mob to impress.
Okay so now that the gears are turning the action is really going to pick up so you know Thanks' for reading. Don't worry I didn't forget about Tracy she is going to be incorporated into the plan so don't go AWL on me. (Yes I know what AWL means)