"Mordecai, Karaoke King!"

Rated T for language and such.

Disclaimer: Don't own any songs from artists/groups. Enough said, here it is.

Chapter 3

The city auditorium.

Man...was it packed! Everyone from the city had showed up for this special occasion.

Mordecai and the crew were the last to show up. Somehow, they all started wearing wacky outfits at a time.

Pops wore a Liberace-like outfit. He was dressed in white and gold all over. He looked a little gay.

High-Five Ghost wore something that resembled out of Phil Collins.

Muscle Man's outfit was pretty much Death Metal with the chains and leather he was wearing.

Skips was dressed like Flavor Flav from Public Enemy. He looked a little stupid for rap to tell the truth.

Benson was dressed like a dumbassed version of Elvis. His hair looked like someone ripped up black carpet and sluper-glued it on Benson's head while he was sleeping so that he would look like an ass in the morning.

Rigby was dressed like Garth Brooks, except everyone of his clothes developed a flame pattern all over his body.

And Mordecai was just...well...Mordecai. He didn't need any stupid getup or gimmick. All he needed to do is to prove himself to Margaret that she really belongs to him in his heart. But all of a sudden, that Roderick idiot had to step up in front of him.

"Wow, I can't believe they're really enamored with this crap..." Mordecai replied as he really checked the place out. Inside was a huge video screen in the words would pop out of nowhere. Yeah, this was gonna be hard for anyone not to remember the lyrics...

"I think I love this crap!" Pops exclaimed with joy.

"Isn't that what you say before you hit the toilet?" Muscle Man shot back at Pops, therefore insulting him. Pops was not too happy. Mordecai and Rigby let out quite a chuckle.

"Bad news, everyone...there are only 6 entries left. One of us has to drop out." High-Five Ghost said as he just got back from the entry room.

"What? Well, this is just dandy..." Mordecai said as he started to complain. "Okay...who's out?"

The rest of the crew looked around. Then out of nowhere...Pops sneezed.

"Well...we have a volunteer!" Benson exclaimed, knowing that Pops had volunteered to step out.

"But...I want to sing..." Pops whined. Benson hardly cared.

"No offense, Pops...but...let me put this in the way in all good respect...you just fricking suck." Rigby said, consoling Pops.

"But I wanna sing! I wanna! I wanna! I wanna...!" Pops whined again.

"Hmm...let me think..." Mordecai replied as he put his fingers to his chin, thinking of an idea. "...Nope. Pops sits this one out."

"AW! You guys stink...I should have never come here..." Pops spoke out in defeat as he left to go find a good seat. he was never in a good mood.

"You should have never brought that gay-ass coat with you then..." Benson spoke out to him, as he teased a furious Pops.

Mordecai, Rigby and the rest of the crew (except Pops who is still mad that he got dropped out) had sat on the contestant's seats. Those seats were exactly for the contestants who had signed up.

"Man...it's a rough house. It's harder to see Margaret from here..." Mordecai spoke as he was trying to look at the whole entire building for Margaret from his seat.

"Oh, believe me, buddy. When there's like 2,000 or 3,000 people inside this crap, it's gonna be harder than hell to find her." Rigby said right to Mordecai. And after a few unsuccessful tries...Mordecai finally saw her away from his seat.

Margaret appeared looking really hot and sexy in Mordecai's eyes as she was dressed in a little black tanktop that read "Daddy's Little Rockstar." Mordecai really loved the way how Margaret's full curvaceous frame molded to that shirt. That cleavage of hers? Mordecai just drooled in his own mind when he saw her.

"Hey, Margaret...MARGARET! OVER HERE! LOOK!" Mordecai yelled as it bothered Rigby and the crew.

"Ah! Mordecai! You're competing? That's awesome!" Margaret yelled back in satisfaction.

"Thanks! You should see me smoke out everybody!" he said proudly to her.

"Good luck. Oh, I forgot to tell you about Rod...he won't be performing tonight, just so you know." Margaret replied loudly as Mordecai's determination soon turned into frustration.

Why in the hell did Roderick back out? Was it because he was just too cocky to compete? Was it because he was just to scared to accept the fact that Mordecai wanted a grudge with him the past morning? No. The reason why Mordecai wanted his hands on Roderick so bad was because he was looking to make sure this was his only chance to see that he was the only thing in Margaret's life. Mordecai just decided to roll with the flow in secret.

"Oh...that's too bad. I was looking forward to it..." he said, just playing along with her to hide his anger and disappointment that he wouldn't be facing against Roderick.

"Don't worry, you're gonna see him." Margaret said back to him in notice.

"When is that?" Mordecai responded, as he was cut off by a dim of the lights.

These people were gonna expect something...

"And now...ladies and gentleman...please welcome...the true Prince of Punk...the Kamikaze of Karoake...the one and only 5-time World Karaoke Champion, Roderick "Rod" Sparrow!" the announcer screamed as Rod made his entrance wearing some kind of Platinum punk outfit. No one could figured out how to get duds like that. The ladies, including Margaret, just craved to be with him.

Mordecai hated him deep down inside because Margaret may be infatuated with him a little too much. Somewhat of a foolish crush to be exact. Roderick soon approached the microphone. I guess he appears to be this event's MC.

"Hello blokes, and welcome to the city's annual Karaoke Contest!" Roderick said to everyone in the auditorium. "Of course, you all know who I am, I'm 5-time World Karaoke Champion...well, you know! It is really a pleasure to be here in this fabulous city to host this incredible once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for every one of you Karaoke fanatics in the world!"

"I bet the rest of the guys in the Chia-Pet factory did his hair, that arrogant bastard..." Mordecai said to Rigby, who grew jealous of him every second.

"I'm thinking he probably did..." Rigby chuckled quietly as he and Mordecai made fun of his hair. It's a good thing Rod didn't catch them doing so.

"Okay, you all know the rules...everyone of you 16 contestants will come up one at a time and perform only one song to sing between me and the three judges, including me, will score each one of you on a scale of 1 to to..." Roderick said, as he was cut off by Mordecai's thinking voice.

"No one told me there were judges..." Mordecai thought to himself. Roderick kept moving on with his speech.

"...and the 6 people with the highest scores will move on to the city tournament semi-finals, and only one will be representing the United States of America in this year's World Karoake Championships in beautiful Tokyo, Japan, where they will compete in three rounds of Karaoke with me...Roderick "Rod" Sparrow!"

"Oh, great. I have to get past three stages of hell just to get through to that guy? This is just madness now..." Mordecai thinking that he's insane that he must go through the quarterfinals, the tournament semi-finals, and the 3-round final event.

"...so to everyone competing, I just want so say best of luck and...LET...THE...PARTY...BEEEEEEEEGINNNNNN!" Roderick screamed as the crowd became entangled in a excited frenzy.

As both Mordecai, Rigby and the crew both looked face-to-face to each other, they must be thinking only one thing to themselves...

Only one of us must defeat Rod.

If Mordecai wanted to prove to Margaret...he must take down Roderick "Rod" Sparrow. And if he is to go three stages of hell with the rest of his friends...

...it'll all be worth it...

Who will be first to compete in the Karaoke Quarterfinal?

Will it be Mordecai?

Will it be Rigby?

Will it be the dumbass Elvis himself, Benson?

Find out when you read and review! The next chapter will be a rip-snorter, I'll tell you that!