theme: Micheal Jackson
"Joan of Arc! C'mon you guys, step up your game!"
Eileen sat on the edge of her swivel chair, toying with the strings of her sweatpants. CJ slammed her card down on the coffee table.
"Eileen, you're on fire! That's gotta be your tenth in a row!" she announced, grinning.
Mordecai and Rigby threw back their heads and groaned.
"No one stands a chance against you!" Mordecai exclaimed, thrusting a finger at Eileen.
"Yeah, we all blow at charades, Eileen. Let's all play a game where other people actually have a chance of winning," Rigby insisted. He scooped up another bite of cherry Italian ice and shoveled it into his mouth.
Eileen picked the next available card sitting at the top of the pile and turned it over. Her posture straightened once she scanned the name.
"This is a super easy one! I bet any of you can get it," she sung, springing up before the group. She placed her card on the floor.
Eileen began pretending that she was putting a crown on top of her head. Immediately, guesses rang out.
"King Henry!"
"Prince Williams!"
"Prince... Charming?"
Eileen shook her head and continued on. She tried swinging her arms back and forth, similar to the dance from Thriller. Again, nothing but wrong answers being hurled at her.
Eileen stood still with a pensive expression, digging deep to come up with another hint.
Her face lit up as she walked backwards in a line, performing the famous moonwalk.
"Neil Armstrong?" CJ suggested.
"MICHEAL JACKSON!"
The mole girl gave two thumbs up. "Rigby got it!" she shouted.
Rigby bounced up; his frozen treat falling onto the carpet. "WOOOOO! Who's the loser now?!" Rigby chanted at Mordecai and CJ.
"But.. what was the crown thing supposed to mean?" Mordecai asked Eileen.
"Micheal Jackson is widely known as the King of Pop."
"Ohh..."
"Okay, since I'm an expert at this game now, we're playing on teams," Rigby declared, linking arms with Eileen.
"Eileen- you're with me. Mordecai and CJ- you two are on the losing side."