Author's Note: Hey, everyone! I'm sorry for not writing much lately. I'll try to get back into it. We're moving to a new house across town, so it's been a little hectic now and then, plus...not having motivation to actually write doesn't really help. :\ Also, I was asked to make try and make chapters a bit longer so...here it is. Oh, and I wasn't sure what to name this chapter. But, good stuff will be coming soon! Anyways, I hope you enjoy! :D P.S: Thanks for the help, GearSolidSnake and TheForgottenSoldier. :)

The gang drove to Eileen's dad's place. Since it was all the way on the other side of the city, it was a long drive for the small, slow golf cart across the highway. Rigby was sitting in the back with Eileen close by.

He sighed, tapping his fingers along the front seat, "Unnnnh..."

Eileen looked up from a book that she'd brought with her, "Did you say something, Rigby?"

The raccoon glanced over to her, "No, I'm just really bored," he paused, staring at the book, "Wait a second, when did you have that?"

She looked down, "What, this book? Well, I've been studying for a really important midterm this week, so I had to take it into the coffee shop to keep reviewing during breaks. I figured I'd take it with me to read on the way to the house. It's about astrophysics," she held the cover up, "See?"

"Like, space or stars or whatever?"

She smirked, "Sort of. It means I'm studying the universe."

"Oh. That's kinda cool, I guess..." He looked out to the road, then back to her, "Hey, you wanna play a game of 'I Spy'?"

She closed the book, smiling, "Sure, Rigby. I could use a break."

Rigby grinned, "Awesome. Okay," he stared back at the road, "I spy with my little eye...something...big and blue."

Eileen thought, then pointed up, "Is it the sky?"

He snickered, "No..."

"Um...is it that big building we passed earlier?"

He chuckled even harder, "Nope, guess again..."

"Hmm. 'Big and blue'..." she put her hand on her chin, thinking, "Is it that nearby lake?"

"Un-uh. You give up, Eileen?"

She shrugged, "Yeah, I guess. You've got me stumped. What is it?"

He could barely hold in his laughter, "It's...haha...it's Mordo's-, he kept laughing, "Mordo's huge head! Hahahaha!"

Mordecai heard this and groaned, but Eileen couldn't help it and giggled at Rigby's childish joke. Even Margaret got a laugh in at the blue jay's expense; she thought it was kind of cute when he got annoyed.

The bird sighed, "Okay, okay, I get it. Good one, Rigby," he said with a hint of sarcasm, rolling his eyes, "How much further is it to your dad's place, Eileen?"

She looked up ahead, "Oh, not much. Just take this off-ramp to the beach. After that, he lives just up the road, on the cliff," She pointed out to said cliff by the beach, where a red-and-blue-striped lighthouse stood tall, overlooking the ocean.

Rigby peered out of the cart, "He lives in that thing? Who would wanna live in a lighthouse?"

Since Mordecai was driving and Eileen probably didn't have it in herself to smack him upside the head with her book, Margaret turned back and stared him down...menacingly.

He shrugged, "What did I do?"

Eileen sighed and brushed off his remark, "Well, he loves the ocean, so he bought it out before I was born, repaired it over the years, then moved in when I graduated high school so I could have our old house for myself since it's closer to the college in town."

Mordecai pulled up to the top of the cliff, getting out to stretch from the long drive.

They looked over to the sound of a door opening. A figure poked his head out, "H-Hello?! Who's there?"

Eileen smiled and ran over, "It's me, Eileen," she hesitated, and with a cheesy smile, pointed her thumb back to the group, "and some, um, friends?"

The man gasped and began stuttering, "You brought people?! You know how I feel about strangers!"

Eileen argued, "But, Dad! They're my best friends! I've told you about Margaret, remember?"

He came out, shielding his eyes from the sun, "Oh. I'm sorry, I'd forgotten. Well, hurry inside. It's very hot out today, and you wouldn't want to get a sunburn, Ellie."

Rigby snickered...a little too loudly, "Ellie...hehe..."

A feathered fist met it's furry friend.

"OW!"

The group walked slowly into his home. The place was covered with old, impressive nautical items, a lot like a seafood restaurant, except this was the real thing; netting, paintings, model ships, and even a couple of talking novelty fish for good measure. Mordecai, Rigby, and Margaret glanced around the living room, then back to her dad. He was a hefty beaver, with thick-rimmed glasses, equally-thick teeth and some tight-fitting suspenders to finish off his fashion sense...or lack thereof. Basically, he was pretty much a nerd, but a cool one...at least, to Eileen.

Margaret smiled and went over to the beaver, sticking out her wing, "It's nice to finally meet you, Mr. Roberts."

He hesitated to shake it and only waved, "Nice to meet you as well, Ma-Margaret."

Margaret backed up and whispered down to the mole, "Um, is your dad alright? Is he, like, really shy or something with the stuttering?"

"He can't help it, unfortunately. And yeah, he's pretty nervous around new people, but trust me, he's nice once he's comfortable," she replied.

Margaret frowned, "Aw, that must be hard on him...at least he looks like a good dad."

Eileen smiled, "Thanks, Margaret."

The beaver glanced over to the "dynamic" duo, "So, who are these fine young men?"

Mordecai waved, "I'm Mordecai, sir. And this is...Rigby?" After a few seconds, they all looked over to see Rigby, who'd been distracted by one of the talking fish on the wall, laughing and pressing the red button over and over, which made it sing.

Mordecai coughed.

Rigby looked back to them, "Huh? Oh, sorry guys," He walked up to the beaver and stuck out his hand in a fist, "What's up, dude? I'm Rigby."

The dad was confused by his gesture, causing Rigby to give him a weird look, "You don't know how to fist-bump?"

He shook his head, "No, I'm afraid not, young man."

Eileen stepped in front of the raccoon, embarrassed, "Rigby, why don't you show him later, okay?"

He shrugged and walked back to Mordecai, "Fine, whatever."

Her dad cleared his throat, "Anyways, I saw you had a paper in your hand, Mordecai?"

The bird nodded, "Yep. Rigby found this old map in our attic at the park we work at. Eileen said you could help us with a metal detector?"

He grinned, "Ah, of course! Please come upstairs, all of my equipment is up there."

They followed her dad up the tower, stopping below the top room with the beacon. He unlocked a storage room and headed inside, "I'll just be a minute..." The staircase was very narrow, and everyone seemed to be squished together while waiting on the beaver to rummage through his pile of junk to find the detector. While Mordecai didn't mind being this close to Margaret, Rigby couldn't even handle it for 10 seconds.

He managed to free himself from the group, gasping for breath, "Augh! I can't stand tight spaces!" He scampered off on all fours up to the beacon room.

Mordecai groaned, "I'll go get him."

Eileen stepped out, "No, you guys stay here. I'll do it."

Mordecai sheepishly grinned at Margaret, thinking, 'Fine by me...'

Up top, Rigby wanted to get outside for a moment to relax. He opened a nearby glass door and stepped out onto an awning that looked like it was about to rust away. Leaning on the metal bar, he took in the sights and smell the ocean with a few deep breaths. Calming down, he stared out at the scenery, which he'd never really looked at before, except one time when he was a kid with Mordecai and Don. Suddenly, he felt a hand on his shoulder.

He twirled around, ready to karate chop them into next week, "Gah! What the- Oh, it's just you, Eileen."

She pulled away, "Sorry, Rigby. Are you alright?"

"Yeah, I'm okay. It's just I don't like close spaces. What's that called? 'Closet-phobia'?"

She sighed, "It's pronounced 'claustrophobia'."

"Oh."

A few seconds passed, with them both looking at the ocean. Eileen spoke, "I haven't been up here in a long time. It's even better at night, with all the stars. But even right now, it's beautiful."

"Huh?"

"The ocean. The sky. Just..." she smiled contently, "Everything."

"Oh, yeah. Well," he leaned against the railing in an obvious attempt to look cool, "I guess it is kinda awesome up here with the view."

Eileen giggled, "Well, I'm gonna head back down. You sure everything's cool, Rigby?"

He started to lean a little more, "Oh, pfft. I'm as cool as-"

CREAK!

The railing broke.

Rigby started to fall over the side and screamed, grabbing for the closest thing he could find...which happened to be Eileen's hand. She was able to pull him up onto the platform, allowing him to catch his breath.

After a few seconds, he panted, "Tha-thanks!" Still catching his breath, the raccoon stared at the mole, who had a sly grin across her face, "What? What is it, Eileen?" He looked down to see he was still holding her hand pretty tight. Quickly, he pulled away, his face turning bright red, "So, yeah...thanks, again...but," he paused, "don't tell anyone I had to get saved by you, alright? I mean, you're nice and all, Eileen, but Mordecai would probably make fun of me, and I don't need that, okay?"

The mole rolled her eyes, but agreed, "Sure, Rigby. I understand."

When they reached the bottom, all eyes were on them with worry. Mordecai spoke, "Hey, what happened up-"

Rigby quickly interrupted, "Nothing."

Margaret started, "But, we heard-"

He threw his arms up again, "It was nothing, okay?! Did you guys get the metal thingy?"

Mordecai gave him a weird look, "You mean the detector?"

"Yeah, whatever it's called!"

Mordecai held it up, "Yeah, we got it. You need to chill, man. Are you sure you're okay?"

Rigby started walking out to the cart, "I said I'm fine, dude! Let's just get going..."

The two birds looked over to Eileen.

She sighed, "Don't ask."