A/N: These were actually a lot of fun to write. I hit a few blegh spots, where I just couldn't think of anything, but I'm fairly happy with the end results. Hope you all are too!
"Dude, hurry up! High Five Ghost says the schedule's up!" Rigby called over his shoulder, glancing back at Mordicai as he did. Unlike Rigby, who was switching from foot to foot while he waited by the front door, the jay wasn't in any hurry to find out what chores he'd been given.
"I already told you, Rigby, Benson's not giving us the day off. He got totally ticked off at me yesterday when I asked about it." Mordicai stated, annoyed. He'd really wanted to go to that concert, too. The Flying Fists hadn't toured in years and they were only gonna be in town that one day.
Rigby narrowed his eyes at the taller animal. "I know. I told you we should've just ditched tomorrow! Now you've let him know we wanna leave and he'll be watching us all day! There's no way we can leave!"
"Maybe if you had come with me, then the two of us could've talked him into giving us the day off together!" Mordicai pointed out.
"Yeah right. He would have said 'no' just because I was there!" Rigby threw his arms up as he spoke and wove them about. "Benson hates me!"
"He doesn't hate you. He just...Doesn't like you." Mordicai explained, walking up the steps and squeezing past Rigby into the house. "To be fair, you do make a mess out of things a lot."
"Hey!" Rigby shouted, turning and scurrying into the house after his friend. Just because he'd told Mordicai to hurry up didn't mean that the jay could look at the schedule first! That was what Rigby wanted to do!
The racoon pushed Mordicai's legs as he ran past, tripping him, and took off towards the kitchen where the schedule would be hanging up. He could hear Mordicai shout something at him but the door swinging shut blocked it off. Probably just mad that he wouldn't get to read the schedule first. Yeah Mordicai was probably major jealous.
Laughing, Rigby ran over to the fridge and tugged on the paper there. The apple magnet keeping it there popped off and hit the floor, skidding across the tile and under the stove. Woops. He'd have to get that before Benson came down, he'd have a fit if it wasn't put back up.
But first, time to make sure that they had the day off!
Running one finger across the names on the list, Rigby let out a triumphant noise. "Aha! We do have the day off! Sweet!"
"We what?" Mordicai asked, rubbing his leg as he pushed the kitchen door open. "And what was with you shoving me like that? It was way uncool."
Completely ignoring the second question, Rigby waved the schedule at the jay. "We've got the day off! You know what that means, right? We're going to the concert!"
"What? Seriously?" Mordicai raised an eyebrow. With Rigby waving the paper around he couldn't actually read what it said but the racoon was, if nothing else, capable of reading. Most of the time; he had misread something once and summouned a giant gorilla that almost destroyed the park.
"Yeah, seriously!" Rigby held the paper further away from himself and pointed to the line that clearly read 'TUESDAY - MORDICAI - OFF'. And, obviously, if Mordicai had gotten off to see the concert, then he had too. That was just common sense. "I guess you were right about asking for us to have the day off, after all."
"Who's got the day off?"
Both animals jumped, turning around to find that Benson was at one of the counters getting himself a cup of coffee. In all of Rigby's shouting, they hadn't been able to hear him come in. Benson was giving them an odd look over his mug, like they had just done something really stupid. Which they hadn't. Rigby made sure not to do anything stupid until after breakfast.
"The two of us." The racoon motioned to himself and Mordicai with the hand not holding the schedule. "What, have you gotten so old that you can't even remember what you did last night?"
"I'm not old!" The gumball machine snapped, setting his black mug down on the counter. "And you must be even more stupid than I thought if you can't even read the schedule. No wonder you never get anything done!"
"Hey! I can read just fine! And it does say we have off!" Rigby stomped across the kitchen floor so he was standing in front of his boss and pointed at Mordicai's section on the paper. "Right. Here. See?"
Benson kept a blank face as he snatched the paper away from Rigby. "Oh, I see alright. I see where it says that Mordicai has off. I also see where it says, right here," he tapped on a different part of the paper. "that you have gutter duty today."
"I told you so-what? What do you mean I have gutter duty?" Rigby snatched the paper back and looked for his name. It couldn't say that he worked today! He and Mordicai always had the same days off! But...It did. In big, block letters.
TUESDAY - RIGBY - CLEAN GUTTERS -
Rigby sputtered for a few moments, while Mordicai peered over his shoulder at the schedule, before turning an enraged scowl on Benson. "Come on! How is that fair? Why should he get a day off when I don't?"
"Because he actually came and asked me last night. You were too lazy to even do that! So get your work done today or you're FIRED! Understand, Rigby? Fired!" Benson grabbed his cup of coffee back off the counter and stormed out of the kitchen, not looking at the jay bird gawking after him once.