Next morning Mordecai and Rigby both rushed downstairs.

Mordecai was dressed in blue boots and had a blue cloth face mask tied over his eyes. He put his arms on his hips, "I am Blue Bird" he proclaimed.

"Oh real original" scoffed Rigby, "no one will know it's you"

Mordecai looked at his friend "so who are you supposed to be?"

Rigby was wearing sunglasses with black face paint smeared down his face. "I am The Furry Fury" he shouted.

"That's a lame costume dude, you're just wearing glasses and that sports paint we found in the bin the other day.", Mordecai said.

"The Furry Fury needs no gimmicks", Rigby replied waving his arms in the air, "I will take bad guys dooowwnnn".

"Knock knock" said Pops as he opened the front door and came into the room.

Both Mordecai and Rigby turned to see him. He came in dressed as a vintage baseball player, complete with trousers tucked into his socks with thick old leather sports shoes. He also wore a cloth cap and in his hand and propped over his shoulder was an old baseball bat.

"What's that Pops ?", they both asked together.

"You said to come in a costume, and this is one of my favourites - It's my old team uniform."

"We meant to make your own, but whatever dude. it's way better than Rigbys... Do you have a name ?"

"A name ?", Pops paused - sounding puzzled, "Yes of course. It is Pops...did my costume fool you ?". With this Pops clapped his hands and started to laugh. "Jolly good show !"

"No like an alter ego - to make you sound mysterious and to strike fear into bad guys", interrupted Mordecai.

"Oh this is fun !"

Pops thought for a moment. "Well, now let's see... I am a man...and I'm carrying a bat with which to vanquish evil...",he laughed again, "so how about Bat Man ?"

"Dude I think that might be already taken !" Shouted Rigby.

"Oh how disappointing ? you mean I'm not the first baseball inspired crime fighter ? Bad show". Pops frowned.

Mordecai and Rigby looked at each other. Mordecai spoke first "we will work on your name later Pops. Let's go outside - see what's happening."

All three headed out of the front door, then down the outside stairs that lead to the park.

As they got to the bottom a golf cart pulled up - Benson got out. He looked at all three of them in turn.

"What have you three come as ? Mordecai and Rigby...what are you two slackers doing ? You should be mowing the lawn by now...and as for you Pops; Why are you involving yourself with these two idiots ?"

"Oh how did you know it was us ? We are crime fighters now Benson - do you want to join our merry band ?", said Pops.

Benson started to go visibily redder.

"No I do not - now you two, get to work immediately before you are fired; take Babe Ruth here with you if you must, but I do not want to see you again until after the lawns are finished !"

He stomped back to his cart before anyone could say anything more and then drove off quickly.

"Come on Rigby, we had best go before Benson blows a fuse...are you coming Pops ?" Mordecai said as he watched the cart disappear from view.

"Oh yes, of course chums...", replied Pops, "...justice waits for no man"