~26th crack pairing: Don and Benson~

Bing bing bing! Bing bing bing!

Don's fancy house phone began ringing, and as always, Don quickly ran to answer it.

"Dextrose Don residence!" He chirped.

"Uh, what?" Mordecai asked.

"You know, Dextrose?" Nothing. "Glucose? It's another word for sugar, get it?"

"Oh yeah, I get it now." Mordecai tried to hold back a laugh. Don could be so nerdy sometimes.

"Anyway, Rigby and I need your help, dude."

"With what, Mordo? I'm happy to help!"

"..Well, I think Benson's about to fire us and-"

"WHAT?"

Mordecai now heard that tone that meant Don had hung up the phone.

"Don? Crap, he hung up."

Rigby shrugged. "Whatever, we don't need him, it's not like he'd be able to help us!"

Slam!

"Rigbone, Mordo!" He yelled as he ran in the room they were in.

"Don? How'd you get-"

"No worries, guys, I got in the door just fine." He had a frown on his face. "Now where's your boss? I'd like to have a word wit-"

"There you are!" Benson yelled as he came in the room. He was as red as a tomato dipped in ketchup. "I should've known not to leave that cash vault unlocked while you two morons were around!"

Don just watched the argument unravel, not knowing what to do at the moment. Mordecai was quick to defend he and Rigby.

"But Benson, it wasn't us, we would never do that!"

"Yeah!" Rigby replied. "It was these two big huge muscley guys, dude! They tackled us and-"

"EXCUSES WON'T GET THAT MONEY BACK!" He was practically seething as the two were trapped against a corner. "I SHOULD TEAR YOUR SKULLS OUT AND STICK THEM RIGHT UP YOUR-"

"Benson-bone!" Don interrupted. "Why are you being so hostile towards these two?"

Benson glared back at the muscular raccoon. "These idiots stole and spent all of the money from the vault earlier this morning!"

"But they would never do that, I know them."

"They were the only ones home at the time, now stop defending them!" Benson coldly replied. Don's eye now began to twitch.

"Dude, c'mon!" Mordecai begged. "I know the money's gone, but we can earn it all back in no time!"

"Yeah man!" Rigby replied, trying to push Benson away since he was way too close to him. "Or we'll find those dudes who did it and-"

"THAT'S ENOUGH!" Benson yelled as he violently shoved Rigby onto the floor, causing Don to gasp and become angered.

"I've had it with you two! You're nothing but trouble, you waste my time and energy and you're worthless when it comes to your jobs! I've been biting my tongue since day one, and I've been letting you guys off scott-free for too long!"

"But Benson-"

"I don't wanna hear another peep from you pieces of scum! You're both FIRED!"

"WHAT!" They both shrieked in horror.

"No!" The raccoon yelled as he walked up to Benson. "You can't fire them!"

Benson shrugged and glared. "I just did."

Even though Rigby was never fond of him, Don still stood up for his innocence. "My brother says it was two other guys, and I believe him!"

"Really huh?" Benson coldly replied. "You really think Rigby is a perfect little angel? He constantly lies about EVERYTHING, so why would I think he'd actually tell the truth this time around?"

Don tried to think of something else to say. "I-h-he wouldn't lie about money! He never does!"

Benson paused for a moment, then shook his head and chuckled. "It's kinda sad that you barely know your own brother."

As soon as Don heard that, he punched Benson square in the face, knocking him down.

"H-how...dare you.." Don stuttered, with tears in his eyes. He proceeded to run out of the room, leaving the duo to blankly stare while Benson groaned and rubbed his face.

"Benson? You in here?"

Benson knew that voice and perked up. "I'm in here, Skips."

To everyones' surprise, Skips came in, dragging two big muscley guys with him.

"These two were carrying big bags of money around with them, similar to the ones in the vault."

One of the men scoffed. "We almost got to the bank, too."

The other man laughed maniacally. "Millionare city! WOO!~"

"Wait a minute, THOSE GUYS stole the money?"

"Mhm." Skips nodded.

Benson scratched his head. "Well, how do we know for su-"

"I know they did it, Benson. I gotta call the cops." With that, Skips dragged the men over to the wall phone.

Benson looked up and shook his head. "I-I can't believe it.."

"Wait," Mordecai said. "So, does this mean we get our jobs back?"

"Dude!" Rigby chirped, wagging his tail. "Don was awesome! Did you see that punch?"

Benson wasn't listening to anyone. "I can't believe I said that.." He walked out of the room, while Mordecai called out to him.

"Benson, wait!"

Rigby laughed. "Man, he should be a wrestler instead of a bank guy, huh Mordecai?"

"Yeah," Mordecai shrugged, then looked at his friend. "Do you think he'll give us our jobs back?"

Meanwhile, Benson was looking all around outside. The afternoon sun was bright and clear, so he figured it'd be easy to find the tall raccoon.

But he had looked everywhere he thought he'd be: the park gym, the flower garden, even the snack bar. He was now walking towards the childrens' playground, feeling all kinds of self-pity.

Poor guy. I tend to forget he's got such a sensitive personality. I-I don't know what got into me, I had no right making a remark like that to him, regardless if I was about to explode with anger. Good thing Maellard wasn't around..

He looked to his right where the playground was, empty as could be. It caused him to remember his childhood days, when he'd play on the swingset all alone, just like Don is right now..

Wait, Don?

Instead of calling his name, he decided to quietly walk towards the open swing. He looked at Don.

"Mind if I join you?"

Don looked to where the voice came from and slightly smiled. "Sure."

With that, Benson sat down on the swing, instantly remembering the 'good' ole days..

No no, I'll reminisce later. I have a real issue right now..

"I actually enjoyed that punch."

Don looked at the other man, confused. "I'm sorry?"

"No really, I did," Benson nodded. "It was impressive. I thought you'd be the last person I would see throwing a punch, especially one like that. I was surprised."

Don sighed. "Hurting people isn't impressive, Ben. When I hurt people, it hurts me."

Benson rested a hand on Don's shoulder. "I deserved that pain, Don. What I said to you was unacceptable. I know it sounds cliche' but, it was like my nasty side came out and forced me to say that. I guess I just turn into this whole other person when I'm angry."

Don smiled and nodded. "I understand, it's alright."

Benson looked up at the clouds. "Rigby enjoyed the punch too."

Don glanced at him. "Really? You're not just making me feel better, are you?"

"No, I heard him! He seemed to be impressed by you! By the way he was talking about you, he made you seem like his own personal hero."

Don teared a bit, smiling.

"In fact, I heard him say that you should go into wrestling instead of accounting."

Don chuckled. "Ah that Rigbone and his wrestling, I definitely owe him some sugar, that's for sure."

"Oh," Benson said , rubbing the back of his neck. "And uh, you were right about Rigby. He was telling the truth."

Don gasped happily. "They found the guys who did it?"

"Our very own Skips found them." He sighed. "I gotta admit, I was wrong all along."

Don grinned, nudging Benson. "Who woulda thought Big Boss Ben would be wrong, huh?"

Benson smiled, blushing a bit. "Yeah yeah, no need to rub it in, I know.~"

Don winked. "Don't worry, I won't tell anyone."

Benson looked down, kicking the sand a bit. Don looked back at him.

"So wait, if those other guys stole the money, what's gonna happen to Mordo and Rigbone?"

Benson smiled at him. "They're getting their jobs back."

"Even though you said all of those things to them?"

"Well, I hate to admit it, but...it wouldn't be the same without those two."

"Aww," Don gushed. "I knew you had a sweet side to ya, Ben. Never a doubt in my mind."

Benson grinned, chuckling. "Don't tell anyone though, alright?"

"I'll keep it locked up tight, no problem." Then he stood up, spreading his arms. "But I gotta steal some sugar from you to keep the promise."

Benson blushed and sighed. "Well, how could I ever say no?" He got up and opened his arms to the raccoon, who picked up the slightly shorter gumball machine and cuddled him. Benson hugged back as well.

"I hope you can forgive me for punching you, Ben." He asked.

"Hey, I'm the one that should be sorry, Don. No hard feelings?"

Don gave him a slight noogie. "I'd never hold grudges against anyone, especially you."

Finally, Don let him down and they started to walk back towards the house.

"Hey, Benson?"

"Yeah?"

Don blushed and twiddled his fingers a bit. "If Rigbone won't give me any sugar, would you mind giving me some more of your sugar?"

Benson scoffed. "Don, don't be silly."

Don somewhat frowned, but stopped when the gumball machine put an arm around him, smiling.

"You can take sugar from me anytime, just don't tell anyone about it, okay?"

Don nodded. "My lips are sweetly sealed."