Rigby was sitting there, bouncing up and down like a baby. He was just super excited about his and Eileen's...could you call it a date? He blushed just thinking about it. 'Man, does Mordo feel this giddy all the time? If so, I think he's lucky!'

Speaking of the big blue bird, he was once again passed out on the table. "Ha...I could so get him right now!"

"Oh, Rigby, leave him alone. He's just tired." Eileen brought out his sandwich, just the way he liked it. "Uh...should I leave his food here?" she asked him quizzically.

"Yeah, I'll wake him up. So, how much longer do you have, if you don't mind me asking?"

"I don't mind at all. It shows that you're excited. I have..." She paused and looked at the clock on the wall, " around 20 minutes left. Think you can wait that long, Mr. Impatient?"

"Yes I can...Little Miss Sea Turtle." He grinned big. Her face was priceless. She just smirked and walked off. Thinking back to the first time they hung out together, Rigby took a bite. Come to think of it, Rigby was a huge jerk then. He just went because Mordecai made him. Now, however, he'd probably like to take Eileen to the mini golf course. He took another bite when he looked up and coughed up the mashed remains.

"Hello, Mr. Raccoon. I'm Detective Yeslo and this is Deputy Sheriff Burcham. It's come to our attention that you're wanted for vandalism. About six cases of it, as a matter of fact." The detective took out a folder and some papers. He removed some other papers from the folder. "By any chance, do you know a Leo Slatts? Or a Beatrice Underhill? Or Benson Dunwoody?"

Rigby scoffed. "Is the Benson guy a gumball machine?"

"Yes, he is."

"Then that's my boss." 'Benson's last name is Dunwoody?' "Wait a minute, Benson filed a report of vandalism? When was this? And how did others file one at the same time? And how did they come to this conclusion at all? I don't even know those other names you said!"

"Mr. Raccoon, we have visual evidence that you yourself are the one committing these crimes."

"Really? Let me see it then. Go on, put it on. There's a TV and VCR right there. Play it already!"

Detective Yeslo was getting aggravated. He raised his hand, about to say something, but the deputy interrupted him. "Actually sir, we only have one piece of evidence..."

"One? One! You mean to tell me that you made me go all the way to this piece of shit little town down to this little diner in the ass-crack of it and find some nobody all for one piece of evidence? Oh, wait til I tell Sheriff Xoniece!"

"NO! Please don't tell Sheriff Xoniece! I'd get canned for sure!"

"Then you better start piecing this little shindig together or I'll make it my mission to see you pay for this. Besides, what made us go after this little retard here anyway?"

That's whenever Eileen walked in. "Hey, that's not very nice. You two get out of this coffee shop!"

"Excuse me? Who do you think you're talking to?"

"I'm talking to citizens of the United States. We have the right to kick customers out if they are being obnoxious to others or if they are disrespectful. It's the law! And just because you two are law enforcement doesn't make you above the law!"

"Why you little bi-"

"That's enough. Get out." Mordecai must have been woken up by the ruckus, but one thing was for sure: he definitely was awake now. "If you know what's good for you, I'd leave. You can't arrest Rigby unless evidence is provided and if he's not on public property."

"That's not true!"

"Actually, it is, sir. Section 14 Article 4 Lines 17 - 20. Only reason I know that is because I had this same problem last week."

The detective growled. "You'll see. We'll arrest you and then we'll lock up you're girlfriend and body guard too! You just wait, shorty."

"Shorty?!"

"Body guard?!"

"Umm...girlfriend?"

"Good day." The detective and deputy left, all eyes on them. Unbeknownst to the others, the shop had grown quiet a bit ago.

"What in the world did you do this time dude?" asked Mordecai, arms crossed.

"I didn't do anything! I have no idea what they were talking about!"

"Well obviously something is up. Our boss filed a charge of vandalism against you. I'll go talk to him. Stay here until I come back and I mean that. We need to sort this out."

"I'm not staying here. There's too many suspecting eyes now. What if they try and steal my shit?"

"Alright, whatever. Just...lay low. I'll text you and tell you when it's safe to come back to the park."

"Fine...man, why does this always happen to us?" he asked no one in particular.

Mordecai shrugged at the question. He turned around and left without saying another word.

Eileen sat on the stool across from Rigby. "Seriously, Rigby. What happened?" she asked, the worry clearly spoken.

"Like I said...I don't know. I didn't do that. I would never do that. Not intentionally anyways." He looked down at his half eaten sandwich. He already knew it was going to be wasted. Almost getting arrested has a way of making you lose your appetite.

Eileen snapped her fingers. "Maybe that's it. Think about it. You've been subject to many supernatural and vexing tasks and situations that your brain lobes have been changing jobs on each other and you can't process the outside world like you used to when you were asleep."

"Uh...English please."

Eileen scoffed. "Weird stuff happens to you and maybe it's affected you finally!"

"Oh...I get it. But...wouldn't I know about that by now if it's been long enough for me to actually commit crimes? Nah, I don't believe it."

"Well, it was just a thought. Anyways, I'm all changed and ready to get out of here if you still want to." Rigby just realized that. She was wearing a black tee with some space stuff on it and a skirt similar to her work one except it was black as well. "Speaking of clothes, when did you start wearing clothes again?"

Rigby looked down. Sure enough, clothes on him too. "You know...I don't actually know. Hey, Mordecai was wearing clothes too." Rigby looked down at his clothes again. He was wearing a shirt with a racoon on it that said 'Don't Mask Me Where I'm From' and jeans with sneakers. "Hmmmm. Don't know. Yeah...let's get out of here. Maybe a little fun will cheer me up." He threw his trash away and gestured toward the door. Eileen got up and started walking with him.

A few minutes later of walking and casual chatting, the two arrived at their destination: Freddy Fazbear's Pizza. "Man, looks interesting." Rigby observed it for a minute, taking in all he could about this joint. Then he noticed a piece of paper taped to the window. "Hmm, what's this? 'URGENT, Help needed. Night watch security guard. Must have some type of recognition or experience in this field with appropriate proof. Shifts would be 12 a.m. to 6 a.m.' Ha, what a load. Who would be desperate enough to get a job at this place?" he said to Eileen, making her shrug.

"Dunno. Let's just go and frolic and have fun."

"Sure, why not?" He stuck his arm out and in they went.

ONE MUSICAL MONTAGE OF RIGBY AND EILEEN HAVING A BLAST AT THIS WONDERFUL PLACE OF JOY AND SPARKLES AND BUTTERFLIES THAT POOP CANDY LATER...

Rigby and Eileen sat down and drank some soda from two little plastic cups. "Holy crap. This place is amazing! Have you been to the game room(1)?" asked the masked mammal.

"Yeah I did! They had like every game imaginable!"

"I know! They even had the ultra-rare arcade game, Bay of Pigs! Not to mention Strong Johns and Lemonade Stand and just so many others!" He stopped and took a sip. "Thanks for taking me here, Eileen. Without you, I probably would've never heard of this place."

Eileen blushed a little. "Heh, well you might've. I saw a TV commercial for it." A swarm of kids passed by, heading for a room with a big stage along with a smaller one of to the side.

"Alright, kids. Better head on over to the main-stage! Freddy and the Fazbear gang are getting ready to play!"

"Oh yeah, I forgot they had animatronics here. You wanna check 'em out?" said Eileen, eyebrows raising in a mischievous way.

"YEEEAAAHHYUH I DO!"

"OOOOOHHHHH!" the two yelled as they ran into the room.

Up on the stage, the curtain just lifted to reveal two animatronics. "Hey there, kiddos. It's me, Bonnie! How are you all doing?"

"GOOD!" shouted the children.

"Stupendous! Say, how's it going there, Chica?" asked the purple rabbit to the yellow duck chicken thing.

"I'm doing pretty good! If I was doing any better, they might have to stick me in the oven and call me lunch!" This earned a good number of giggles from the kids. "But hey, where's Freddy? He was supposed to be here."

"Gee, I don't know. Hey kids! Are y'all ready for Freddy?"

"YEEEEAAAHHHH!" they screamed again.

The bunny and chick turn around and out popped up another animatronic, this one a bear. "It's me! Freddy Fazbear here to say..." Then they began to sing some silly song, Bonnie playing the guitar and Freddy and Chica singing.

"Oh man...this is lame," whispered Rigby to Eileen.

"I'm actually kind of enjoying it."

"Really?" Rigby questioned, an eyebrow raised.

"Well, not for the singing or anything like that. Not that you'd understand, but those animatronics seem pretty advanced." Eileen stepped a little closer, trying to get a better look.

"What do you mean? Are they like high-tech robots or something?"

"Well, in simple terms, it seems they have magnetic bearing servos, which is actually pretty advanced. Hmm, what else we got here? I'm guessing...steel endoskeletons with some kind of power source, a removable outer part making it easier to reuse each endoskeleton, and facial recognition lenses for the eyes."

Rigby's jaw dropped. "How can you tell all that just by looking at them?"

Eileen gave him that 'really' look. "I'm super smart, Rigby. I think I'd know a few things about robotics."

Rigby decided to surprise her. "Actually, I don't think it's steel though. They probably used something none magnetic as not to lock up the servos easily."

This time, Eileen's jaw dropped. "I'm impressed. Where did that come from?"

"Eh, when you spend a while in the hospital from eating too many eggs, you have a lot of down time."

"You learned that on TV? What channel?"

"Uh, the Robotics Channel, duh."

She playfully punched him. "Well, I don't about you but I think I had enough for one day. I think I'm going to go. You want to walked me home? I only live a few blocks from here."

"Sure. Mordecai still hasn't texted me back. I bet Benson is having a cow right now."

"All the more reason to not stay in one place very long. Come, let's go." And so they exited the building the same way they came in, arm-in-arm.

As they were walking, Eileen got a thought. A kind of hopeful thought. She wasn't exactly the bravest of sorts, but tonight, she was feeling risky. "Um...Rigby? About earlier."

"Hmm?" he said.

"Well, you said that you wanted to see me today. Why is that?" She tried so hard to keep her cheeks from turning red, but ultimately failed.

And so did Rigby. His cheeks were turning a violent shade of scarlet. "Heh...well, uh, you see...I was just, uh...you know...excited I got to come and see you before your shift ended. Actually, you should've ended hours ago before you did? What happened?"

"I took over the other waitresses shift. She had a family emergency. But that's not what we're talking about. Why you so excited to see me all of a sudden?"

'Come on, Rigby. Just tell her how you feel. You already know she likes you back! Just say the words and move on. That simple.' "Well...I...I..." Eileen stared at him, eyes getting big, "I...like you."

Eileen grinned from ear to ear. "R-really?" she almost yelled. "I mean, you really like me?" she said again, this time softer.

Rigby found speech to be temporarily impossible so he just nodded slightly, keeping his steady, terrified gaze at the cute mole beside him.

"Oh Rigby! I like you too! Actually...I've liked you for a while now...just never worked up the courage to tell you."

Rigby laughed. "I already knew that," he said. "No offense, but you're just a tiny bit naive."

"Huh...how did you know?"

"Always wanting to be near me and talk to me, trying to get me to have fun, making me special sandwiches on the house, and-"

"Alright, I get the picture. If...If you don't mind me asking another question, how long ago did you start liking me?"

"Before Mordecai and CJ starting dating. I'm not exactly sure when it was, heh."

Eileen leaned up against him, cuddling his arm and grabbing his hand. "That's alright. It's not that important."

Suddenly, a loud buzzing came from Rigby's pocket. "Aw man. Mordecai says to come back to the park now."

Eileen looked down. "Awww. I was hoping you could stay for a bit."

"It's fine. I'll make it up to you somehow. But I need to go pretty fast." They stopped walking at the entrance of some decently looking apartments.

"Well, here it is. I'm on the top floor all the way to the right, in case you can come back."

Rigby smiled. "I might just have to do that." He hugged her and then gave her a small peck on the lips. "Later, Eileen. I'll call you after while."

"Hehehe, OK. Bye Rigby! And good luck!"