theme: waterbed
"This hotel blows. I'm telling you, man. It looks like they haven't replaced their own furniture since 1989," Rigby complained, trailing behind his towering friend. Mordecai fumbled with the keys and plastic room card in his grasp.
He cautiously maneuvered past each door, scanning the room number and constantly comparing it to his.
"It could be worse, dude."
"How?"
"This place could be themed like the 70's," Mordecai remarked, stifling a grin.
"Aw man. The 70's are even worse than the 80's," Rigby commented.
"Aha!" Eagerly, Mordecai scanned the room card with a quick flick of his wrist, opening the door.
The duo shuffled inside, curious about what was in store for their brief stay.
Rigby scowled, angrily shaking his head.
"Is this for real?" he asked, gesturing towards the Guns N' Roses album laying on the nightstand. He looked around once more.
"A lava lamp? Shag carpet? This sucks!" Rigby exclaimed, with a kick at the rug.
"No kidding. Looks like they're living in the past, I guess. Why else would they still have all this junk in 2013?"
A knock at the door frazzled Mordecai and Rigby, startling them both.
"Hello? Mordecai?" A familiar voice came through the door.
Mordecai's face lit up. He ran to the door. "Margaret, Eileen! Glad you guys could make it," he told her.
Margaret shimmied her way past him. "Wow. Nice place you got here," she told him.
"Yeah! The best! Ahahaaaaaa..." Mordecai trailed off in his own awkward laughter.
"Mind if I give you a tour of my and Eileen's deluxe sweet?" she questioned, tugging at his hand. "No! I don't mind at all."
Margaret pulled him out of the room and into the hallway.
Eileen stood motionless in the doorway. "Hey Rigby."
"Sup. Come on in," he replied, motioning towards the bed. He took a seat at the edge. The whole bed began to ripple, disturbing the neatly folded sheets.
"Oh no," he muttered. "No, no! Oh H no, I'm not sleeping on this crap!"
"What's the matter?" Eileen asked, wondering over to him.
"This is a waterbed. Man I hate these things. I had one when I was a kid, but it started leaking within the month that I used it. My parents had to throw it away," he exclaimed, rising off the bed.
"Bummer. I've always liked them," Eileen said, plopping down in the center of the waterbed. She spread out her arms and legs.
"So calming and serene," she moaned.
Rigby gave her a puzzled look.
"Come on, Rigby. You knooow you want tooo," Eileen sang.
She flopped over on her back, causing the rest of the bed to vibrate.
Rigby shrugged, figuring that if the bed popped with the two of them, he could probably get a real bed as a replacement.
He squeezed next to the mole girl, curling his bushy tail around his leg.
"Am I supposed to feel happy right about now?"
"Do you want to feel happy?" "I guess," Rigby muttered, his body sinking into the top fabric of the bed.
"If you say so," Eileen answered, twisting onto her side to face him.
"Wait, wait- what are you-?"
He was abruptly cut off by her hands flying towards him. "Wh- hahat are you doing- haha," Rigby spluttered out, trying to swat away her hands. "Sto- haahap that!"
Eileen persisted to tickle him.
"You... hhah are so.. hahaha weird!"
The two began playfully tickling each other, one trying to be dominant over the other. The small 80's-esque suite was filled with the sounds of their laughing, mixed in with the occasional squeal.
Rigby squirmed out of her reach and pinned Eileen down to the waterbed. "Ha! Now I'm on top!" he exclaimed.
He froze as he heard footsteps echoing down the hallway.
Rigby looked up to see Mordecai and Margaret positioned in the doorway, staring at the couple on the bed.
"Y'know, there's a 'do not disturb sign' right here.." Mordecai told them, jostling the doorknob.