"Reflektor?"
Everybody stared at Skips.
"You see," explained Skips. "Fives was erased from the interdimensional universe! That means that the Creator deleted him from our world. And if we don't get the Reflektor to reach the Creator, Fives will be gone forever,"
"Ok," said Benson. "Where can we find this 'Reflektor'?
"Oh, oh, I know!" Thomas suddenly jumped in. "I bet we have to get on a plane and on a boat then crawl underground and then and then…"
"Sorry to interrupt you, Thomas but we WON'T have to any of those things," assured Skips. "I have the Reflektor in my garage attic,"
"Awww!" whined Thomas. "But I want adventure,"
"Trust me we'll have an adventure alright…"
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"Skips!" complained Rigby. No answer from Skips. They have waiting for him for a half hour now and still no result.
"Skips!"
"WOULD YOU SHUTUP AND BE PATIANT?!" snapped Skips. "I told you I have a lot of stuff in the attic and was going to take a while!"
"Well sorr-ee; it's not my fault that Muscleman is freaking out and bugging everyone!" Rigby lifted himself up through the attic door to see if he could find the Reflektor. But getting sidetracked he started collecting stuff he thought was cool. Like a jar of green mayonnaise, a sparkly blue crystal, a long black cloak with a coffee stain, a bottle of glittery cleaning solution, and a jar of talking pickles.(He didn't dare open them though; he learned his lesson from the hotdogs.) Then he stuffed them all in a sack.
"All this junk is awesome!"
"Got it!" called Skips.
"Oh no, Skips is coming!" panicked Rigby. "He'll take all my cool stuff!" So Rigby quickly rushed through the attic door. Skips came out of the attic with what looked like a dusty disco ball.
"Here it is: the Reflektor!" declared Skips. "I just need to get my map then High Fives Ghost will be here in no time."
"Is this some kind of joke to you?" questioned Muscleman. "Do you think we're gonna save my best bro by having a disco party?!"
"I love discos!" cheered Pops.
"It's NOT a disco ball! It's a machine! Ugh…let me go get my map…and DON'T touch it!"
"This is the perfect time to try out that sparkly cleaning stuff," thought Rigby. Rigby squirted the solution all over the Reflektor.
"Rigby!" shouted Thomas. "Skips said not to touch that!"
"Oh, didn't you here Skips tell me to clean it?"
"No, no one did-
The Reflektor started fizzing and sparking.
"Oh my J.G! Rigby!" cried out Thomas. "I'll get the bucket!" Skips came in when Thomas ran out.
"Wha- what happened?" flustered Skips. "I thought I told you guys NOT to touch the Reflektor!"
"You just HAD to touch it, Rigby," said Mordecai. "You just had to touch it," the Reflektor began to whirl and light up.
"What did you do!?" demanded Skips.
"I just poured some of this cleaning stuff on it," said Rigby, holding up the bottle.
Skips slapped the bottle out of his hand.
"It's not supposed to get wet!" At that moment, the Reflektor became brighter.
And brighter.
And even brighter.
And even more brighter.
Soo bright…
Until you could see darkness
The darkness of white.
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"Whoa," moaned Mordecai. "What happened?" He looked around. Everything was the same still. Everybody was still here. Rigby must've busted the Reflektor.
"Rigby!" yelled Benson. "You broke the machine!"
"Relax, Benson," said Rigby reassuringly. "Skips can fix it maybe. It's still there,"
The Reflektor bursted into thousands of little shards.
"Heh- heh," Rigby chuckled nervously before being accompanied with a punch from Mordecai.
"Ugh," groaned Muscleman. "Now we'll NEVER get Fives back! And that Reflektor thing didn't even work!"
"I'm afraid that Muscleman's theory is incorrect," said Pops. He was standing at the garage door whimpering. The park looked terrible. It was old and rundown. The grass hasn't been cut for years. The paint of the benches, the house, and the buildings of the park were faded.
"What happed to the park?" gasped Benson.
"We can always ask that homeless guy," said Rigby pointing to a man in a trash can.
"Excuse me, sir," inquired Pops. "Can you please tell us what happened to our dear park?"
"Have you guys been living under a rock or something?" said the man rudely.
"I have cash!" said Pops holding out his wallet.
"Ok I'll talk! Two years ago there was a cold epidemic swept the world. Everyone was getting sick here and there. So the government came up with a medication to cure for the killer colds. It stopped the sickness but created bigger problems. Everyone who to the drug became giants! And now the giants are on a rampage against the government; destroying cites left and right. They came through here three months ago. But for some reason they didn't touch this abandoned park! That's why I'm here,"
"Thank you sir, here's a twenty," Pops handed him a lollipop.
"What the-