Warning: This chapter is pure filler. Just a couple short stories of what happens while they're driving to the beach. Nothing really important, but should be fun to write. Also, keep your eyes out for a cameo character. Hope you enjoy!

The three cars were now (finally) on the road towards the beach. Muscleman, Benson and Skips were driving, although they would switch drivers every two and a half hours, when they would stop to rest.

"So, how long is it going to get there?" Rigby asked Skips.

"About twelve hours, but we'll stop for breaks and lunch, and we won't be driving all night, so we won't get there until tomorrow," Skips answered, keeping his eyes on the road and the red car. Benson's car was in front of him, and Muscleman was behind him.

"Oh okay," Rigby said. The car was silent for a moment. "So, when can I drive?"

Mordecai started to laugh, earning a glare from the raccoon. "Dude, do you seriously think Skips would let you drive?" he asked, "No offense, but can you even reach the pedals."

"Yes I can reach the pedals!" Rigby shouted, "You're just jealous of my sweet driving skills!"

"Whatever dude," Mordecai replied, "Besides, if anyone's taking over when Skips' turn is over, it's gonna be me."

"No way! I'm driving!"

"No, I am!"

"I am!"

"I am!"

"I-!"

"I'm not gonna let either of you drive if you two don't sit down and be quiet!" Skips shouted, raising his voice at the two. The two friends sat down, but continued glaring at each other.

"Come on guys, it's vacation," Margaret said, "You shouldn't be arguing about who gets to drive."

"Yeah, just relax and enjoy the ride," Eileen added. She opened up her purse, and pulled out two DS's. "Or, you can enjoy a challenge."

"Hm hm," Rigby replied, smiling at his wife, "You're on!"

The couple quickly started up a fighting game while Mordecai and Margaret enjoyed listening to the radio. The car was actually peaceful for a while. Forty-five minutes with no commentary from Rigby, definitely a record.

"Come on, come on!" Rigby whispered to his character. He delivered the finishing blow, and the rare (at least for him) winner's screen flashed at him. He smiled. "Yes!" he said happily, "I knew I would beat you eventually! So," He put on a smooth smile, "What do I win?"

He looked at his wife, but she wasn't looking at him. She was looking at the floor, her hands covering her mouth. "Oohhhh," she moaned.

"Eileen? You don't look so good," Rigby commented, stating the obvious. Mordecai and Margaret heard this and looked back at their mole friend.

"Hey Skips, I think Eileen's getting sick," Margaret said to the yeti.

"Yeah dude, pull over!" Mordecai said.

The yeti turned on his walkie talkie. "Benson?" he said.

"Yeah, what is it Skips?"

"We're pulling over for a few minutes," Skips said into the walkie talkie, "Eileen's feeling a little carsick."

"Do you want the rest of us to stop?"

"... No, that's fine," Skips said, almost with a sigh. Everyone in the car gave him a curious look. "We'll catch up."

"Alright," Benson said. They then heard Pops' voice. "Give Eileen my best wishes!"

"Will do, Pops," Skips replied. With that, he turned on his blinker and got onto the side of the road. Eileen quickly dashed out the door and threw up. Rigby (a little reluctantly) followed her out and held her hair back, trying not to get sick himself. After a few minutes, the two got back into the car.

"You've never been carsick before," Rigby said, raising an eyebrow.

"Well, maybe it was just a flu bug or something," Eileen replied, looking a little better but still pretty tired.

"Oh, okay," Rigby said, shrugging it off. As he sat back down and the car got back on the road, he remembered something. Good thing he was sitting in the back. The raccoon took off his seat belt and reached into the open trunk behind him, pulling out a small blanket. "Here," he said, handing it to his wife, "In case you want to take a nap or something."

Eileen smiled. "Thanks Rigby." Rigby smiled back, and then put his seat belt back on.

As the car sped up, they quickly caught up to the other two cars, but now they were behind Muscleman's car. A sour smell filled the car, making everyone start to cough and cover their noses. "Aw dude!" Mordecai yelled, coughing.

"Who cracked one?" Rigby asked, covering his nose.

"And that's why I didn't want to stop," Skips said quietly to himself. He really needed to talk to Muscleman about getting his car fixed, at least so he could spare anyone who drove behind him the same fate. He hated having to smell it, but he could put up with it for two hours. He wouldn't be happy about it, but he could put up with it.

"Hey!" Rigby shouted, as if remembering something, "I just realized something! We stopped, but we didn't switch drive-"

"Shut up, Rigby," Mordecai, Margaret and Skips all said in unison.

"... I was just saying."

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The next several hours were filled with car games, stopping at gas stations and restaurants, getting lost a couple times ("I knew we shouldn't have let you drive." "STOP TALKIIING!"), and a small incident with a group of truck drivers. But other than a few small bumps, the trip was pleasant.

The sun had long since set, and everyone was tired. "My good man," Pops said, opening his tired eyes and looking at the gumball machine in the driver's seat, "I believe it is time to stop for the night."

The gumball machine answered with a yawn. "Yeah, you're right. I'll start looking for a place to stop and tell the others when we get there."

"Wait, Benson," said Robbie, pointing out the window, "There's a motel, and it looks pretty cheap."

Benson looked to the right side of the road. Indeed, there was a small motel with a tall sign outside, the letters flashing bright pink. It didn't look like a nationwide motel chain, but hey, a motel's a motel right? He turned on the walkie talkie. "Okay guys, stop at the motel up ahead."

After a few minutes, all three cars were in the empty parking lot.

"This place is kinda creepy," High Five Ghost commented. Everyone looked at him.

"Coming from you, that's saying a lot, Bro," Muscleman replied.

"Is it even open?" Margaret wondered. The place seemed deserted.

"Yeah, there's a light on inside!" Starla pointed out, mostly because she didn't want to spend the time looking for another motel.

"Okay, Skips, Mordecai, Rigby, and Pops, you all come with me," Benson said, "We'll need at least three or four rooms for everyone. Everyone else, stay out here. We'll be back in a few minutes." The group of five walked into the motel.

The yellow wallpaper was pealing, the floor was dirty and there was no one at the front desk. "I think I may have seen this before," Skips said, trying to remember.

"Dude, you sure it's a good idea to stay here?" Mordecai asked.

"Uh, sure," Benson replied, a little unsure himself. But, pushing that worry aside, he walked up and hit the bell on the front desk.

After a few moments, a figure rose from behind the counter. He was an anthropomorphic cat, with dark red fur and purple circles under his eyes. His thin tail wagged back and forth in anticipation, but stayed under control and calm. He looked at the five with thin yellow eyes, making them all (except for Skips of course) go pale. "Hello," he greeted, his voice dark and sophisticated, but slightly creepy, "Now, would you please sign in?"

"..." "..." "..." "..." "..."

"Okay, so does everyone have a blanket and pillow?" Benson asked as he covered his own body with a blanket. They all decided it would be best to sleep in their cars for the night... after driving about a mile away from the motel... and making sure the doors were locked and the windows were closed.

They weren't taking any chances.

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"One, two, three... Go!"

"Aw man!"

"What are you guys doing?" Benson asked, glancing back at the kids.

"Playing rock paper scissors," Maddie answered.

"Our batteries died on our DS's," Robbie added.

"Alright, just make sure you don't tie," Benson said.

"Oh, perhaps they could play the deluxe version of 'Quarts Parchment Shears'," suggested Pops, "The one with five choices instead of three."

"No, I heard if you play 'Lizard' too many times in a row, you summon a giant radioactive one," Maddie said.

"...Actually, that would be pretty cool," Robbie said, smiling a little.

"No it wouldn't," said Benson in a 'Don't-even-think-about-it' tone. The young raccoon pouted a little, but then went back to the game.

The four continued driving, with Pops taking his turn at the wheel (And being a very good driver. After all, once you've mastered driving a flying car, you can pretty much handle anything), Benson listening to the music on the radio, and the kids continued playing their game.

After about ten minutes passed, Maddie looked up at the gumball machine in the front seat. "Hey Benson, are we there yet?" she asked.

"No, we've still got two and a half hours," Benson replied, "We'll be there by 3 o'clock."

"Oh, okay," Maddie said, "Thanks." With that, she went back to her and Robbie's game.

About fifteen minutes later, Benson heard a voice on the walkie talkie. He turned down the radio and answered it. "Hey Benson?" Mordecai asked, "Are we there yet? We'd ask Skips, but he just ignores us if we ask that."

"No, we're not there yet," Benson answered, "But we'll be there in a couple hours."

"Okay, thanks dude." The bluejay hung up, and Benson turned up the music again.

About twenty minutes later... "Hey, Benson?" said the walkie talkie, this time in Rigby's voice.

"What is it, Rigby?"

"Are we getting close?"

"Yeah, but we've still got two hours." He heard the raccoon groaned.

"Fine." He hung up, and Benson sat the walkie talkie down again.

Fifteen minutes later... "Benson!" Now he was getting mad. "Benson," asked Mordecai, "How much long-?"

"Stop. Asking me!" Benson hissed into the walkie talkie, "No more questions about how much farther, or how much longer! Got it!"

"Got it," replied Mordecai, getting the message. With a growl, Benson practically threw the walkie talkie down and sat back in his seat, his red gumballs slowly turning back to their normal pink.

"I wonder what he's going to do if they ask again?" Robbie whispered.

"I don't know, but we'll probably find out," Maddie whispered back. They knew eventually, their fathers (or at least Rigby) would ask again.

Sure enough, after twenty five minutes... "Hey Benson, are we there yet?" Rigby asked, "We have to be getting close right? ... Benson?"

Benson didn't say anything. He simply picked up the walkie talkie, and pressed the big red button on the side. While the four in Benson's car couldn't hear anything, in Skips' car, the two had just gotten an earful of a loud high-pitched beep from the walkie talkie, making them both let out a surprised yell.

After about fifteen seconds, Benson let go of the red button and hit the 'talk' button. "Yes?" he said.

"... You know you really suck Benson," Rigby replied. The gumball machine just chuckled while the two kids giggled.

On the bright side, Mordecai and Rigby learned not to ask 'Are we there yet?'. At least, don't ask it to Benson.

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"We're here!" Pops shouted happily when he spotted the sign, "Good show! Jolly good show!" And he wasn't the only one excited. Everyone was cheering for finally arriving.

"Ye-yuh!" "Wooooo!" Mordecai and Muscleman yelled over the walkie talkies.

The three cars parked in the parking lot and the park family jumped out of the cars. "Ahhh, this is awesome!" Margaret said, spreading her wings out and soaking up the fresh air, "Can't you feel that great ocean breeze?"

"Yeah, this is great," Mordecai agreed. The adults all enjoyed the great weather, while the kids enjoyed the fact that they could finally run around and burn off some energy after sitting in a car for hours on end.

"Man, I haven't been to the beach in a while," Skips said with a smile, "Kinda nice to be back."

"So where are we staying, Bro?" Muscleman asked, "I want to get my stuff unpacked and get started on my sweet tan!"

Benson quickly got out the papers. "Looks like we're staying in House #11."

"It's probably down there," said Mordecai, pointing down the beach. In the opposite direction, away from the pier with all the shops and the small amusement park, there was a small line of beach house sitting on the outer edge of the sandy shores. Each house was about a backyard's length away from each other, giving each person plenty of room, not to mention leaving plenty of room to beach goers that weren't staying in one of the beach houses.

It took about ten minutes to get to their house, but it was well worth the walk. The house was huge, about twenty percent bigger than the park house. The kids quickly ran inside, claiming rooms as their own.

Each person noticed different things as they walked in. Benson noticed how clean the house was and was pleased with it. Pops' loved the 'quaint' seashore style decor. Eileen and Margaret loved that there was so much room, while Mordecai and Rigby loved that the house had a widescreen tv and a coffee maker. As for Muscleman, his family and Skips, they just liked the house all together, just because it wasn't a car.

"Okay guys, listen up!" Benson said, getting everyone's attention, "Unpack your things, and then we can go eat dinner somewhere."

"Aw what!" was nearly everyone's response to that.

"What about the beach?" Maddie asked, "You're the one who wanted to go there the most, Benson."

"By the time we get unpacked, eat dinner and get what we need for the beach, there won't be time for the beach," Benson replied, "But hey, we've got two weeks here. That's plenty of time to go to the beach." Not everyone was satisfied, but they were too tired to argue.

After picking rooms and unpacking, no one really wanted to walk all the way into town. Luckily, a certain yeti was there to save the day. "There's a barbeque place that delivers," he said, holding up a yellow phone book. Good ol' Skips.

The food was great, and soon the house was quiet. The kids had all been tucked in, Skips, Benson, Pops, High Five, Margaret and Eileen were all sitting in the living room relaxing, and Muscleman and Starla were in their room (no one really wanted the details).

As the stars in the sky got brighter, a certain bluejay walked onto the wooden porch. A cool breeze blew past his feathers, and he let out a relaxed sigh.

"Dude?" Mordecai looked back and saw Rigby walking onto the porch.

"Hey dude," Mordecai replied.

"What are you doing?" Rigby asked, walking over to his best friend.

"Eh, nothing," Mordecai replied, "just thinking about how awesome this vacation's going to be. Two weeks of nothing but relaxing and fun."

"Yeah," Rigby replied. He stayed silent for a couple moments. "I never thought I would be taking family vacations again though." Mordecai looked at him. "I mean, my family vacations sucked big time! Having to stay in a car with Don and my parents for hours at a time, and going to some lame old timey town or museum or something like that. I mean, there were a couple fun parts, like the time Don and I had an ice cream eating contest and he threw up in the car." Both of them chuckled at that.

"But even so, I promised not to have anymore family vacations. Only cool vacations, like you and me going somewhere on Spring Break or something like that. But now, going on vacation with Eileen and Robbie and all of you guys - including Benson who is a guy I never thought I would go on vacation with! - Well, I guess it's kinda cool."

Mordecai smiled, "Yeah, cool." He gave his friend a small shove. "Come on dude, let's get back inside."

"Okay." With that, the two best friends walked back inside. Within the next half hour, everyone was in bed asleep, getting ready for the first of many great days during the next two weeks.

And done! I'm really sorry for the wait. If you're able to name the cameo character and what show he's from, you automatically earn twenty 'awesome points'.

I was kinda disappointed in this chapter to be honest. It was originally going to be a lot longer, but the two other stories I had planned just weren't working, so I cut them. But as for what I did keep, I really enjoyed writing them (The 'Are we there yet?' scene was the first one I thought of, and what inspired me to write a whole chapter of short traveling stories). Especially the ending. I always enjoy writing scenes like that.

And yes, I referenced 'Rock-Paper-Scissors-Lizard-Spock' from The Big Bang Theory (Or, as it's called in Lolliland, 'Quartz-Parchment-Shears-Reptile-Pointy Eared Gentleman')

Anyway, please review. I should have the next chapter up soon. The next few will mostly be their adventures on vacation. So if you enjoy the relatively normal/funny chapters, you should enjoy the next few. Again, please review and have a nice day!