Authors Note: Hey guys! Here is chapter 2! Enjoy and please follow/favorite/review! :D
The next morning Benson walked up to Mordecai and Rigby's room, hoping to get them up as they overslept.
"Hey guys, you need to get up! If we're late to the airport or you take too long to get to there after picking them up, YOU'RE BOTH FIRED!" he shouted, pounding the door.
Mordecai sat up like a rocket, grabbing his clock with both hands in fear.
"DUDE! We overslept! Get up Rigby, we gotta go!" he yelled, rushing into the bathroom to shower.
"Huh? What? Aw man, I don't wanna get up now!" he whined, pulling a dirty shirt over his head.
Benson came in fuming with anger, "Get up now or I'll get the air horn again!"
"Ok, ok. I'm up, geez!" Rigby groaned.
Mordecai came back in five minutes later, "Your turn man, and hurry!"
"Ok! God, you'd think the house was on fire or something with how much you are freaking out!" Rigby muttered on his way to the bathroom.
Twenty minutes passed and Rigby came in whistling to himself. Mordecai, to put it lightly, was pissed.
"DUDE WHAT THE HELL?! I TOOK FIVE FREAKING MINUTES AND YOU TAKE TWENTY? You know what…it's not even worth getting upset, let's just go." he sighed.
"Well sorry! I need to look and smell good for Eileen!" he said, crossing his arms.
"Whatever man." Mordecai said.
The boys headed outside to the cart and drove to Eileen's apartment. They walked up to the door, which Mordecai knocked.
Eileen answered smiling, "Hi guys! We're running late, sorry! MARGARET THEY'RE HERE! ARE YOU READY?!"
"YEAH, I JUST NEED TO FINISH PACKING THIS LAST BAG!" she yelled back.
"It's fine Eileen, we're behind as well. I'm gonna go help Margaret, you guys just hang out here." Mordecai smiled, walking past them.
Eileen stepped over by Rigby, "So…how are you Rigby?" she asked.
Rigby walked over to the couch, not really paying attention.
"Huh? Oh I'm good Eileen. Hey, this is a pretty sweet place you got here!" he smiled.
Eileen sat down next to him, "Thanks! Um, I heard you wanted me to come with you on this trip? That's really sweet of you Rigby…" she smiled, blushing even harder.
"Yeah, I'm just that kind of guy." he grinned smugly, resting his arms behind his head.
"Could you carry my bags down to the cart please? I'd really appreciate it!" she said.
He jumped off the couch, flexing his "muscles", "YEAH I CAN!".
Rigby went into Eileen's room, grabbing the biggest bag he could and lifted it over his back, slowly moving outside.
"Um Rigby, there are wheels on the bottom of that…" she quietly noticed.
"I got it Eileen! It's…all…in…the…technique!" he answered, struggling down each step.
He fell at the bottom step onto the ground, the bag squishing him. Eileen quickly ran down to him.
"OH MY GOD! RIGBY ARE YOU ALL RIGHT?!" she screamed.
Mordecai and Margaret ran out to the door, wondering what happened.
"Is he ok?" asked Margaret.
"Yeah, I'm fine guys. Maybe it wasn't such a good idea to carry it like that…" he groaned, rubbing his back.
"Dude, maybe you should carry Eileen's purse as that seems like something you could handle!" Mordecai laughed.
"Hardy-har-har…" Rigby said rolling his eyes.
"Sorry to interrupt, but we'd better get going guys!" Margaret suggested, looking at the time on her phone.
The boys finished putting the bags in the trunk of the cart, then drove to the airport. They found a parking spot and dashed to their gate.
"We're here guys!" Mordecai said, out of breath.
Benson looked at his cell phone, "Just in time! Ok, the flight is boarding soon so if you need to use the bathroom or get a quick bite to eat, I'd do it now people!"
"Oh no! I gotta use it bro!" Muscle Man squealed while jogging to the men's room.
"Awesome! Let's get pizza guys!" Rigby cheered, sprinting off on all fours towards the food court.
"Dude, wait for us!" Mordecai shouted, running after Rigby.
The couples ordered a medium pepperoni pizza, eating quickly before the flight.
"So Mordecai, what do you think of going to Europe?" Margaret asked.
"It's gonna be totally freaking awesome! Especially with you…" he added suggestively.
"Oh barf!" Rigby muttered.
"Ya know Rigby; they say Paris is the 'City of Love'…" Mordecai teased, winking at Eileen.
"STOP TALKING! I'M TRYING TO EAT PIZZA, NOT THROW IT UP!" he shouted raising his arms up.
Just then, the P.A system came on, "Attention: Flight 666 to Paris, France is now boarding. First class is allowed to proceed through the tunnel."
"'Flight 666'? That sounds like bad news man!" Rigby cried.
"Dude, don't worry about it. We'll be fine." Mordecai said.
The friends headed back to the group, where Benson was giving instructions.
"Hey Benson, can you explain where we'll all be sitting?" Mordecai asked.
"Sure Mordecai. I'll go through it slowly. First class is Mordecai next to Margaret then me, Skips in front of you with Pops and Mr. Mallard across from us. Second class is Muscle Man next to Rigby and High Five Ghost. Thomas will sit across from them, next to Eileen. Got it?" he finished.
"Yep, thanks Benson." Mordecai replied.
"Hey Thomas, I'll trade you seats…" Rigby whispered.
"No way man." he whispered back.
"Come on dude! Let me sit next to Eileen. I'll do your jobs for the whole week after we get back…" he whined.
"Well, okay. Just remember, you owe me!" Thomas replied.
The first class boarded, sitting in their correct spots. Second class came on, but Rigby switched tickets and seats with Thomas. When Rigby sat down next to Eileen, she smiled crazily knowing he did that for her. Thomas meanwhile, was stuck next to an already snoring Muscle Man, who started to drool on his shirt. Thomas groaned in annoyance, knowing this was going to be a long flight. The pilot came on the speaker, prepping for takeoff.
"Hello everyone, this is your captain speaking, and welcome to Flight 666 from Twin Pines, California to Paris, France. We hope you'll enjoy your flight, as it will be about eight hours with food available and an in-flight movie. We expect the weather to be clear skies all the way there, so please buckle up and enjoy the trip. Finally, thank you for choosing Twin Pines Airlines: The Top Care In The Air!"
'EIGHT HOURS?! Rigby owes me two weeks of jobs for this!' Thomas thought, gritting his teeth.