Saturday, 11 AM at the Park House.
Mordecai is still fast asleep while Rigby is up and pacing, thinking of different methods to rouse his friend and roommate. Having tried shaking, slapping, and shouting, Rigby must consider more drastic measures.
Thus, he ran to the kitchen, filled a pot with ice water, returned to the bedroom, pot in hand, and then dumped its contents on his slumbering friend's face.
"This should do the trick!" said Rigby. Sure enough, it did.
Mordecai screamed "RIGBY!" with murderous intent in his eyes as he rocketed up from bed into a seated position.
Shaking and dripping wet, he stood ready to strangle his friend.
Meanwhile, Rigby stood there smiling, not moving from his spot next to Mordecai's bed, even as Mordecai's hands were getting ready to clamp on his throat.
"Margaret called last night," said Rigby.
Promptly, Mordecai shifted his demeanor instantly from rage to desperation.
"WHAT DID SHE SAY!? WHAT DID SHE SAY!?" Mordecai shouted as his voice shook in agitation.
"Whoa! Settle down there, tiger," Rigby calmly replied, "She says she's going!"
"SHE DID! THAT'S AMAZING! Better call her... Better call her... Better call her"
"RIGBY! RIGBY! HAVE YOU SEEN MY PHONE!? HAVE YOU SEEN MY PHONE!?"
Rigby only shrugged.
Mordecai searched franticly for his mobile device. Midway through tearing up the room, he achieved epiphany.
"OH SHIT! OH SHIT! I tossed it trash!"
Immediately Rigby pointed out the window to the scene unfolding outside:
Mordecai gazed in horror as mechanical arms lifted the dumpster beside the house high into the air, inverting it and spilling its contents into the waiting maw of a hungry garbage truck. In the stream of falling garbage, Mordecai saw his cell phone- its screen showing a missed call from Margaret.
"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" said Mordecai to Rigby.
"OH! You know it! Time to tail the garbage truck!"
"Hmmph Hmmph," said Rigby.
"Hmmph Hmmph," replied his friend, nodding in agreement.
Without further ado, they ran to the cart and started its motor. At not a minute too soon, as the garbage truck had already left the park and was barely in view.
The two slackers followed the garbage truck around town. It was a slow-speed chase with a frantic start; the truck stopped to pick up trash from every home and business on its way. After what seemed like an eternity to our heroes, but was only 6 hours according to the clock, the garbage truck reached its home base: the city dump.
Delta City Landfill
Behind a chainlink fence topped with barbed wire stood the largest pile of garbage assembled in one spot. It was a sight to behold: a towering mountain of trash reaching high into the sky, its top obscured by clouds. From the looks of it, it appeared to be at least three miles high.
"Whoa!" said Mordecai and Rigby together as they gazed upon the mountain while seated in their now stopped golf cart.
"Hey Mordecai!"
"Yes Rigby?"
"Do you think we can find your phone in that pile?"
"I doubt it, but one can only hope."
Shortly after that, a tall figure on horseback wearing rusty armor made from scrap metal approached the two.
"I think I've seen this guy before," said Rigby.
"I think so too," replied Mordecai.
"Umm, isn't he that knight from the Eggscelent Challenge?" Rigby asked.
"Sure looks like him," Mordecai replied.
Stopping in front of them, the towering figure called out, "HALT! Who goes here? Travelers state thy purpose and thy names!"
Only to cut himself off once he recognized who stood before him, "Oh! 'Tis ye Sir Rigby and Sir Mordecai."
"What shalt thou inquire of the Great Landfill Guardian?"
"Sir Eggscelent, We seeketh a lost cell phone!" stated Mordecai.
"Very well! But do note: any item once entered into this realm may only be retrieved through either a duel or an exchange of equal or greater value with the Great Landfill Guardian!"
"Talking about thyself, I presume?" asked Mordecai.
"Nay! Him!" said The Knight as he pointed to a red dragon circling the mountain high in the sky.
"Welp, Mordecai. Guess its time to go to meet this so-called Landfill Guardian!" stated Mordecai as he inserted the key back into the ignition and started the motor.
"Yeah, let's pay his ass a visit."
But before they could drive away, The Knight rode in front of them, preventing their further movement.
"WAIT!" commanded the Knight.
"Before you go, taketh thine shields and swords. Thou shalt need them for thy upcoming battle," added Sir Eggscelent as he handed a party of rusty, dull scrap metal shields and swords to the duo for their self-defense.
"Thank you, Sir Eggscelent," replied the heroes as they equipped their new weapons and armor.
"Very well. Godspeed and good luck, fair travelers!" said The Knight as he waved goodbye to Mordecai and Rigby, watching them as their cart climbed higher and higher up the mountain of trash until it got lost in the clouds.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is one of my shorter chapters, as I plan to save the "battle" for the next installment. Middle/Rennaissance English is not my first language. Feel free to correct my grammar.
