Author's Note: Hey everybody! I'm happy to be back with another chapter! This is a short filler though, as I've got stuff planned later. Also, I'm glad to have finished A Trip To Europe (Or Not) and started my A Not-So-Regular Time sequel, so now I'm only working on that sequel, Around Every Corner (with GearSolidSnake) and this at the moment. Anyways, I hope you guys enjoy this new chapter! :D

Rigby woke up the next morning, a big grin on his face from the day before.

"I still can't believe she-" he started to say, but quickly covered his mouth. He didn't want to repeat yelling out his feelings, especially if Mordecai heard him.

He leaped off his trampoline, then raced downstairs and into the kitchen to grab something to eat. "Ugh! Nothing good for breakfast!" he groaned.

"Bark! Bark!"

Rigby turned around and saw TJ nearby. He frowned, "Oh...it's you."

TJ wagged his tiny tail, oblivious to Rigby's dislike of him. Suddenly, a knock at the front door was heard. Rigby sighed and went over to answer it, but first poked his head out of the corner of the window.

'Aw, not her again! She's kinda annoying...but I might as well go with it. Better than hearing Thomas complain about the park all the time.' he thought.

CJ was carrying a huge bag of puppy chow, but was leaning it against the door. When Rigby opened it, she lost her grip.

"WAH!" he screamed, darting to the side to narrowly avoid being squished.

"Oh gosh, Rigby, I'm sorry! Are you okay?!" she asked.

Rigby has his hand to his chest, "Yeah...yeah. I'm fine." he panted. "Why do you have that bag?"

She picked it back up and walked over to the couch, setting it down. "To feed TJ. He needs to eat, Rigby."

Mordecai came down the stairs. "Oh hey guys!" he waved. He spotted the bag. "Oh cool, you got dog food."

CJ smiled, "Yep. It's kinda heavy though. Can you carry it into the kitchen for me?"

Mordecai grinned, "No problem." He did as he was asked, then came back in and sat down on the couch.

"So, what are you and Thomas gonna do today?"

CJ shrugged, "I don't know. He said he'd tell me when he gets here."

About ten minutes later, Thomas rang the doorbell. CJ got up and answered it.

She pulled him into a hug and kissed his cheek. "Hey Tommy! How are you?"

He smiled, "I'm good. You wanna know what I have planned?"

"What?"

"Well, we're gonna head over to my college today. But, there's a problem..."

CJ frowned slightly, "What's wrong?"

"We need someone to look after TJ."

She thought for a moment. Her frown turned into a sly grin. "Hmm...I think I have a good candidate."

Mordecai and Thomas looked at her, confused. "Who?" they asked in unison.

She turned around and pointed at the little raccoon.

"Rigby."

Rigby's eyes turned to saucers. "What?! Why me?!" he shouted.

She smiled, "Because, it'll teach you some responsibility. With what Thomas has told me, you need all the help you can get."

Rigby raised his arms up, "What the heck, Thomas?!"

He rubbed the back of his neck. "Well, you gotta admit it, dude: She is right." he chuckled.

Mordecai just busted out laughing. "You- You think a baby- Ha ha!" He gasped for air, "can- can take care of another baby?!"

Rigby was furious and crossed his arms. "SHUT UP! I'll prove you all wrong! I'll be the best dog-sitting- uh, guy ever!"

Mordecai wiped away his tears, "You- you wanna bet that, dude?"

Rigby narrowed his eyes dramatically, "Yes."

Mordecai walked over to Thomas and pulled him off to the side. A few seconds passed, and they both walked back to Rigby.

"Okay dude, Thomas and I decided that if you can make sure TJ is taken care of with no problems, we'll buy you any video game you want."

His eyes lit up, "Really?! Aw, yeah! I want-"

Mordecai put his hands up, "Hold up, I didn't say what would happen if you fail."

Rigby became nervous, "What- what if I fail?"

"You have to do our chores for the next week. ALL of them."

Rigby smirked, confidently. "Hmm. Alright, deal!" he stuck out his hand.

Mordecai and Thomas shook it. Mordecai chuckled, "Well, you'd better get started. Go ask Benson where the lawnmower is. And the paint. And the-"

"I'm not gonna mess this up!" he interrupted, raising his arms again.

The goat rolled his eyes sarcastically, "Sure...well, let's go CJ. We're meeting my professor I told you about."

"Oh yeah, he's gonna help me with my drawings and stuff right?" she asked.

"Yep, come on. We gotta go now, as he's between classes for the next hour." he said, pulling CJ out the door.

"Whoa! See ya later, guys! Good luck, Rigby!" she waved.

Mordecai walked over and gave Rigby a noogie, "Yeah, you're gonna need luck, Rigbaby!" he laughed.

Rigby pushed him away, "DUDE, QUIT IT! Go do your job Mordecai, I've got this!" he shouted.

Only twenty minutes went by, and Rigby was incredibly bored, slouched down on the couch while flipping through channels.

"Ugh, there's nothing on!" he moaned. Just as he was standing up to turn on the gaming system, he heard a whimpering sound. Rigby titled his head to the side.

TJ had walked up and brought his small bowl with him.

"What do you want?" he said with a snide look.

The puppy set his bowl down and pushed it towards Rigby.

"Oh, you're hungry. I guess I can get you some food..." he sighed.

They headed into the kitchen and Rigby spotted the bag. Sadly, he would have to open it.

Rigby cracked his knuckles, "Let's do this." he said, taking this task a bit too seriously.

He strolled up to the bag and started to try to tear it normally. When that didn't work, he grappled the top, attempting to rip it with his teeth. To the surprise of no one, the inanimate bag was putting up a bigger fight than he was. He sat down on the floor in front of this tough opponent, grumbling.

TJ came up to him, whimpering again for food.

Rigby sighed, "Sorry TJ, but I can't open this stupid bag."

Somehow, TJ understood this problem. The little puppy went up to the bag and started gnawing on a corner with his tiny teeth. He was able to tear a piece of the it open, causing the food to spill out.

Rigby sat there, shocked. "But you- How did I not- WHAT?!"

TJ ignored him, digging into his meal.

Rigby stared at the canine. "I guess he is pretty cute, for an annoying pest..." He had a small grin on his face, but then his own stomach started to growl.

"Oh crap, I forgot to eat something!" he panicked, dashing over to fridge. He saw a note on the outside.

'To anyone who see this, it's Benson. Due to Muscle Man sleep-eating, we are currently out of food. Seriously. So, I'm heading to the store with him, as he is required to get us all more food to make up for it.'

Rigby groaned and rubbed his stomach. "Augh! I...need...food!"

He walked back over to TJ, who kept eating. An idea came to him. "Hmm. I wonder if that tastes any good?"

He reached down into the bag, pulling out a handful of it.

"Here goes nothing..." he sighed.

He shoved the puppy chow into his mouth, but immediately felt like hurling. He spit it out and wiped his tongue to remove the taste.

"Oh- Oh God! That's awful! I'd rather eat Margaret's pies!" he gagged.

So, with being one-upped by a puppy and starving, he headed back into the living room, defeated.