"Mordecai, Karaoke King!"

Rated T for language and such.

Disclaimer: Whoo-hah!

Chapter 2

Mordecai finally arrived home to Rigby and the crew. They try to find out what kind of game to play for their day off because of their hard work. He then sees Benson with a clipboard.

"Okay, here are the games for game day because for god-knows-what, you guys did a brilliant good job of taking care of the crap you cleaned up from that Halloween Party. That's the last time we let a 300-pound fatass kid from Canada anywhere near the park. Okay, for game day, we got...checkers...poker...double dutch...Monopoly...(sighs)...for the last time Muscle Man..."My Mom" doesn't count as a game!" Benson yelled, snapping at Muscle Man.

"Well...it looks like..." Muscle Man said, before Benson cut him off.

"Yeah, we get it...you win...big damn deal." Benson replied to Muscle Man. He then sees Mordecai. "Well...looks like Roughneck showed up. Got any ideas?"

"No...and frankly...I don't care..." Mordecai responded as he refused not to engage in conversation?

"But what about gameday? I wanted to play Bilbo Catcher! Hahaha!" Pops laughed as he was playing a ball in a cup. Rigby cut Pops off.

"Go play with yourself! I'm not in the mood." Mordecai said to Pops angrily as he went upstairs. He ends up locking the door.

"What crawled up in his ass all of a sudden?" Benson spoke without showing any concerned emotion for Mordecai.

"Apparently you...something's wrong with Mordecai. I don't know why, but something's up." Skips responded, actually showing emotion for his best friend. So did Rigby, High Five Ghost, Muscle Man and Pops. They headed upstairs in an attempt to figure out whats wrong with him.

Mordecai was shown relaxing and being frustrated at the same time. A knock was heard outside Mordecai's door.

"Excuse me...Mordecai?" the voice said, which revealed to be Rigby.

"Go away..."

"Come on, buddy...Come on out and tell us what's wrong?" High-Five Ghost said in an attempt to beak Mordecai out of his physical slumber.

"I don't wanna..." Mordecai said, as each time the guys try to knock oh his door, he grows a little more frustrated.

"You wanna play Bilbo Catcher?" Pops called out to Mordecai. Mordecai gave him a threatening response.

"Shove it someplace where your Mommy used to but the thermometer!" Mordecai yelled at Pops from inside.

"But I don't know which place I can shove it in...!" Pops whined at Mordecai's response.

Somehow, Benson grew tired of this.

"Geez, it feels like I'm raising a damn 16-year old girl..." Benson said to himself. He decided to give it a try. "...hey, Mordecai..."

"Shut up!" the blue jay yelled from inside. Benson had a smirk on his face as he got himself an idea.

"Hey, Mordecai...Margaret's here..." Benson spoke on the door, sweet-talking to him.

Mordecai somehow launched from his bed and rushed for the bedroom door, therefore unlocking it. When he opened the door, it showed his friends waiting for him. He complained that Margaret wasn't there.

"I can't believe I fell for that dumbass trick..." he complained. Rigby and the rest of the crew, including Benson, all came into Mordecai's room.

"Mordecai, buddy. We just wanna let you know that we're your best friend, and that we're looking out for you. So we just wanna know one thing...what's got you so emotional all of a sudden?" Rigby said, putting his hand on Mordecai's shoulder. They soon sat on Mordecai's bed.

"It's nothing. I'm just tired..." Mordecai spoke, getting more frustrated by the minute.

Then not a second too soon, Benson decided to open up to him, just like any ordinary friend would do.

"Look, Mordecai. I know I may be a little rough and harsh on you sometimes...but you gotta try a little harder. That's what a good worker does. If he's not a good worker, than you're basically slacking off. As of right now, you're slacking off on your emotions. So why don't you become a good little boy and tell Benson what got you crawled up under your ass." Benson said, finally showing some concern for once, although not in the pleasing way.

Mordecai just had to give up...for his friends.

"Fine...I guess I can just tell you, then...is this idiot named Roderick Sparrow. And he's been hitting on Margaret all of a sudden..." Mordecai said with a deep breath.

The name Roderick Sparrow was in everyone's minds.

"Roderick "Rod" Sparrow...ain't he the 5-time World Karaoke Champion?" Rigby said as that name hit Mordecai's nerves.

"I see everyone of you haven't forgotten already...well, just before I picked up the rest of crap from the early morning like you asked me to Benson...I was just minding my own business as me and Margaret were just having our conversation, like usual..." Mordecai spoke as he was cut off for a second.

"WooooooooOOOOOOOOO...!" Rigby and the crew said thinking that there may be something sweet between Mordecai and Margaret. Mordecai just decided to ignore their cry and carry on with his story.

"...and then what happens next? Roderick Sparrow just appears out of nowhere looking like some kind of punk rocker! He just had to act sweet and kind towards Margaret. Then...she leaves me with him while she was gonna give him 'the best coffee in the world'. And then, he just strangles me with one hand...telling me that Margaret was gonna be his when he next meet. That guy is nothing but a total girlfriend-stealer...and a nard at best!" Mordecai exclaimed, telling everyone about Roderick's true side. Skips knew where this was going.

"You know, Mordecai...there's this Karaoke thing downtown. Maybe you can enter and show Roderick what you're made of. I know I got something against punks like him." Skips told Mordecai as a favor.

"Me too, if someone that bastard-like puts their hands on my friends...they're gonna expect something from the Muscle Man himself! I'm in." Muscle Man spoke proudly as he put his hand out.

"Count me in as well..." Hand-Five Ghost replied as well, letting his hand out.

"Ooh, I wanna join! He's gonna expect a good-old slapdown on his flat-out bum!" Pops said out proudly as well. He too lent his hand out. Who knew Pops can be so aggressive?

"There's no stopping you guys, huh? Fine, I guess I'll join. One of us has gotta beat that punk to the ground..." Benson lended his hand out as well.

"Same here..." Rigby spoke out lending a hand as well. He then took his focus on Mordecai. "...what do you say, Buddy? Keep our friends close...and our enemies closer...?"

Mordecai didn't know how to respond to something like this...but he had only one saying to give out.

"Guys..." Mordecai said as he stood up and faced the guys like he was upset. But his upsetting face...soon turned to determination.

"I'm entering that Karaoke contest, no doubt about it!" Mordecai spoke out as he lent out his hand back.

"WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" They both raised their hand in the air in spirit.

And after a few minutes of silence...

"I'm starving..." Pops whined once again. Mordecai had a bit of an appetite as well.

"I guess we can lend out for Chinese then. Benson's buying..." Mordecai spoke as the rest of the crew without Benson left the room.

"Indeed I am-wait a damn minute! I'm the one with the steely balls here! I say you're paying...Muscle Man!" Benson said, as he was the last person to leave Mordecai's room.

"Bulls***!" Muscle Man yelled out at Benson far away.

This may be battle that Mordecai could in fact win...but it would have to wait...

What will the contest be like? Can Mordecai get his pride and dignity back against Roderick Sparrow? Read and review until the next chapter! It's gonna be a barnburner, I'll tell you that!