theme: magna-doodle
The four friends were wandering the neighborhood, scanning items on display. They came across an assortment of things; lamp shades, beanie babies, cheerleading trophies, doormats, towels... you name it.
Halfway around, they decided to split up and tour their own yard sales.
Change jingled around in Rigby's pocket as he tried to keep up with Eileen's pace. Nothing, so far, had caught his eye.
As they approached the next sale, Eileen squealed. She tugged at Rigby's wrist and pointed.
Following in her noisy direction, Rigby soon discovered what had made her scream.
It was an old Magna-Doodle, blanketed in dust. Marks layered the sides, hinting that it had been used to its full extent.
"I used to have one of these!" Eileen explained, grasping the magnet pen.
She scribbled it around, to see if it still worked. Rigby rolled his eyes.
"Why would you spend money on that ratty thing?"
"Because," Eileen answered, standing up. "You can do all kinds of things with it. Like write messages, draw pictures..."
She carefully maneuvered around other knick-knacks for sale to buy the ancient toy.
Rigby sighed, figuring that there was no use in trying to persuade her against it.
Later that evening, Rigby and Eileen had almost caught up with Mordecai and Margaret.
They were within twenty feet or so of each other.
The opposite couple seemed to be engaged in flirtatious conversation.
Eileen softly nudged Rigby and pulled out the Magna-Doodle. She quickly doodled a sloppy, but recognizable, Mordecai.
She shook the sketch around as she narrated in a gruff voice.
"Yo Margaret, dude. Want to find up what my lips taste like?"
Rigby cackled. He motioned for his turn.
Eileen handed it to him, watching over his shoulder as he drew a horrible Margaret.
"Oooh yes, Mordecai! My love! Let's make-out," he mocked in a dainty voice.
The pair choked on their own laughter.
A/N: Only 60 more stories to go! haha