Contrary to what Benson thought, everything was really usual. Nothing weird whatsoever happened. Those two idiots, though. They were slacking off like usual.
While he was driving, he spotted Mordecai and Rigby reading comic books in the grass were they were supposed to mow the lawn. This was ENOUGH to anger the gumball machine. He stopped the cart, ran to the two groundskeepers, and yelled, "You lazy jerks!" The two slackers jumped and gasped. "Get back to work, you slacky butts!" he added. "But, Benson, it's so hot today." Rigby complained. "I DON'T CARE! JUST GET BACK TO WORK OR-!" he stopped mid-sentence. Benson felt his mind kind of like shutted down. His eyes closed, then he truly collapsed. The two employees panicked, seeing their boss pass out. Mordecai carried the unconscious Benson and ran to the golf cart, wherein Rigby closely followed his buddy.
"Rigby, call the others. This is VERY bad news." Mordecai shouted, the tone of panic not leaving his voice. Rigby didn't hesitate. "Calling all Park workers. Benson passed out. Meet me and Mordecai at the hospital. I repeat, Benson passed out. Meet me and Mordecai at the hospital." the raccoon called out via a walkie-talkie. The other workers, Pops the lolliman, Skips the yeti, Muscle Man the zombie human, and Hi-Five Ghost the ... well, ghost, heard Rigby. They all met at the house, used Pops' car, and drove to the hospital.
By the time they were at the parking lot, Skips called Rigby. "Rigby, what room number are you guys in?" "Room #3056, 3rd floor." the raccoon answered immediately.
Minutes later, the workers opened the door to the room. They spotted Benson sleeping in the hospital bed, then to Mordecai and Rigby looking at him, their faces showing worriedness. "What happened to him?" Skips asked while skipping to them. "He was just yelling at us, then before we knew it, he passed out infront of us." Rigby said, looking down to the ground. "Don't be sad, Rigby. Maybe Benson passed out from the heat of the sun. It's very hot today, no?" Pops said, comforting the raccoon. "Yeah, I guess you're right, Pops." Rigby muttered.
Right at that moment, the doctor came in. Mordecai stood up first and walked to the doctor, the others followed. "How is he, doc?" asked Mordecai. "We're still figuring out what is with him, but from the looks of it, it will be bad news." the doctor replied. The gang could only look down, wishing the doctor was wrong.
Hours passed by, they saw Benson's eyes slowly open. The workers were happy by this. "Benson! Are you okay?" Mordecai was the first to ask. Before Benson could answer, Rigby said, "We're deeply sorry, Benson. Please forgive us." Benson coughed, then answered, "I'm fine. It's okay, Rigby." The gang smiled, but it didn't last long. They noticed Benson's voice was hoarse. "But, (cough) I feel like something's stuck in my throat." the gumball machine added.
Right on cue, the doctor walked in. The guys went to him. "What is it now, Doc?" Skips asked this time. "We have good news and bad news. The good news is he can be released tomorrow morning." They let out a sigh of relief. "But, the bad news..." the doctor added then paused. "Please tell us, Doc." Rigby desperately demanded. "Your boss... has laryngeal cancer."