theme: silly putty
"I can't believe I trusted you guys at home for ten minutes unsupervised! I must of forgotten that someone needs to be around to babysit you slackers 24/7!"
Mordecai and Rigby, seated on the front steps of the porch, took Benson's anger head on. "Benson, chillax. It's only a stain," Rigby scoffed, wiping his fur back.
"Not that big of a deal..? Do you two idiots realize that you could of left a permanent mark on the couch?! You're lucky it can be removed!" Benson screeched. His face melted into a shade of crimson. "Now, I expect both of you to remove the stain, before I get back from my date- OR YOU'RE FIRED!"
Their boss ended his lecture with that as he stormed away to his car, steaming. Mordecai scowled at his co-worker. "Thanks for getting me in trouble, Rigby."
"It's not my fault!" Rigby jumped up in a sprightly manner.
"I told you not to play with that dumb stuff on the couch! You could of gotten me fired, dude," Mordecai told him.
Rigby's shoulders slumped in defeat. "Uggh. Fine, you loser. I'll get that crap off myself," he sighed, heading inside. He stuck his hand in his jacket, wiggling around; searching the pocket's contents. His hand reeled in a cell phone, along with wrinkled candy wrappers.
Rigby put his fingers to work, dialing a number. At this point, Mordecai had joined up with him in the living room. He folded his arms, curious as to what his friend was up to.
"Hey Eileen- do you know how to get rid of, uh- Silly Putty stains? Oh, cool! Lay it on me," Rigby babbled cheerfully into the phone. Hurriedly, he walked straight into the kitchen. Mordecai heard the squeaking of cabinet doors opening and shutting. "It's that easy?! Wow. That's pretty rad."
He returned to the couch with a glass salt shaker and a knife, gently spreading a few pinches of salt above the stain. Rigby chuckled. "Yeah, same here! Okay, thanks a ton, Eileen. I don't know where I'd be without you," he concluded, ending the phone call.
Rigby grinned at Mordecai. "In yo face! I totally handled the stain without your help, Mordecry. In a couple of minutes, all I have to do is scrape off the red fading parts and the stain will be gone!"
Mordecai, however, kept his smirk glued to his face. "You know, dude, you could of used the internet," he said knowingly.
Rigby's expression changed drastically. "What?"
"You could of easily looked that up on Google. But no, you went crawling to your girlfriend for answers," Mordecai explained.
Blushing, he sprung up off the carpet. "STOP TALKING! Eileen isn't my girlfriend! And I did not go crawling to her, what the H, man?!"
"Whatever you say, lover-boy."