Authors Note: Hey people! Here is chapter 7, where we'll go back to see how Mordecai/Margaret and Rigby/Eileen are doing with the unconscious Thomas. Enjoy and please follow/favorite/review! :D
Mordecai and Margaret wondered around in the dense leaves. With nothing sharp to cut the brush, they slowly stumbled through until coming to a nearby riverbed.
"Let's stop here for a minute Margaret, I'm so thirsty!" Mordecai suggested.
"Good idea Mordecai...I could use a drink." she replied, kneeling down to scoop up some water for Mordecai.
He took a sip, but spit it out almost immediately, "GAH!"
"What's wrong with the water?"
"It tastes like the water fountain in the park! The sad thing is though, this water is probably cleaner." he sighed.
"Yeah. Hey, I think the hurricane is dying down. Do you know what time it could be?" she asked, looking up to the sky.
"No idea. Do our phones even work out here?"
Margaret grabbed her phone, but it was dead, so she grabbed Mordecai's but his was covered in mud and she couldn't read if it was on or not.
"I guess they don't. Maybe when we find Eileen she can tell us. Remember she's into stargazing?"
"Yeah, it's kind of annoying though, with her talking about it non-stop."
"Yeah, but its a good thing she's nerdy, maybe it'll help us out here!" she smiled.
"I hope so. Rigby probably is crying his eyes out right now and Thomas is carrying him. Ha Ha!" Mordecai laughed hard, holding his stomach with one arm.
Suddenly, they heard a dragging noise behind them. Mordecai stood up, moving slowly towards the source of the noise.
"Eileen, are we to the river yet?! I'm so tired!"
"Rigby? HEY RIGBY IS THAT YOU?!" Mordecai shouted.
"MORDECAI? WE'RE COMING TO YOU GUYS! WAIT FOR US!" Rigby shouted back.
They came out to the clearing, setting Thomas down by the edge of the river.
"What happened to Thomas?!" Margaret asked worriedly.
"Hold on, I need a drink..." Rigby answered.
"I wouldn't drink the water dude. Remember using the hose in the fountain that time?"
Rigby stopped with the water right beneath his lips, and turned back around to face his friends, "Thanks man."
"Whoa! What hit your face dude?" Mordecai asked with wide eyes.
"We were attacked by a black panther. It would've been badass because of how I scared him off, but it slashed Thomas' back and my face, ruining the coolness. What happened to your arm?" he asked in return.
"Oh I saved Margaret from being burned alive from a tree she was stuck in that caught fire then I injured it when she fell on top of me when I caught her. So how did you ward off the panther?"
"I stabbed it! It was scary as hell dude!" Rigby said, waving his arms around.
"Wait, you stabbed it? You never carry a knife man."
Eileen spoke up, "I found it in Thomas' pocket. We were forced to use it."
"Why the heck would Thomas have a knife?" asked Margaret, who felt scared a little.
"I don't know. I'll ask him later." Mordecai said.
"Why only you dude?" Rigby asked, folding his arms.
"Because, I'm usually the one who calms people down and acts as the voice of reason, duh!" Mordecai said, folding his arms as well.
"Yeah." Margaret agreed.
"He has a point, Rigby..." Eileen added.
"Fine, I just thought we'd do 'Good Bird, Bad Raccoon' like that one time..." he grumbled.
Mordecai slapped his forehead, "Dude, shut up. We never did that.", he punched Rigby.
"Ow!" Rigby whined rubbing his arm.
"Hey Eileen, what time is it?" Margaret asked.
"Uh, well as far as I can tell, it appears to be around 4:00 to 4:30 a.m." she replied.
"Good, we'll need the sunlight. Before it comes up though, let's sleep for an hour. Rigby, you keep an eye on Thomas until he wakes up." Mordecai ordered.
"What? Why me?!" he complained.
"Because I said so." he retorted.
"Fine!" he muttered.
Everyone except Rigby fell asleep. A half-hour later, Rigby started to doze off as well. Thomas groaned as he started to wake up.
"Oh man. Why does my back feel like I ran through a wood chipper?"
He sat up and looked down at the leaf he'd been laid on: It was completely covered in dried blood.
'Oh my God, what the hell happened?!' he thought, looking around and seeing everyone sleeping.
He went up to Mordecai and shook him, "Mordecai? Mordecai, wake up!" he whispered.
"Huh? Who is- THOM-" he was interrupted by Thomas putting his hand over his beak.
"Shut up man! I can't wake anyone else up! Follow me and then explain what happened!" he hissed, moving a few feet away from the group with Mordecai behind him.
"Ok, fill me in..." he said still whispering.
Mordecai explained everything, saving the knife parts for last.
"...and then we took a nap before you woke up." he finished.
"Whoa, that stuff sounds pretty crazy. But wait, how did Rigby get rid of a freaking panther?" Thomas asked.
"Well...he used your knife. Eileen found it in your pocket after you were knocked out and gave it to him." he said, wincing for a moment.
"You guys weren't supposed to find that!" he said, almost raising his voice.
"Shhhhh! Thomas, I'm sorry but I need to know why you have that knife! How did it get past the metal detector and security?" he ordered.
"I-I can't tell you Mordecai." he said sadly.
"Look, if you don't tell me the whole story behind the knife, I'll be forced to tell Benson and he'll fire you, no exceptions! I don't want to do that to a friend." he said with a stern face.
"FINE! But you've got to promise you won't tell anyone else!" he pleaded.
"Ok, ok. You can trust me Thomas." he replied smiling.
"Thanks man. All right, the reason I have that knife is-"