All 'Regular Show' characters are owned and created by Cartoon Network and show creator, J.G Quintel.

Chapter 1: The Power

As Rigby sat alone in the park, he couldn't help but feel a sense of wonder and excitement coursing through his veins. The night was cold and unforgiving, but the furry critter's eyes glistened with curiosity as he caressed the red keyboard resting gently in his lap.

"Awesome," he muttered under his breath as he placed his shivering fingers down on the keys one by one, each tune exerting a blissful melody that echoed throughout the park.

Meanwhile, in a tall, two-storey, green house nearby…

A jolly, pink-skinned fellow with a head shaped like a lollipop stood awake in a random room upstairs. He rocked a very Micheal Jackson-like hairstyle and a pointy moustache, as well as sported a bright red jacket with yellow shoulder pads, black tight jeans, and brown shoes - the epitome of 80's fashion.

"All right, planet, this time it's just you and me," he exclaimed with a cheerful and excited tone. "The telescope's ready, the door is locked, and Papa is at a business retreat in Bora Bora. Nothing can stop me now!"

As he tilted his family heirloom telescope up towards the sky from behind his room's window, something else caught his line of sight. Tilting the magnifier, he noticed a young, shivering raccoon on a lone bench under the dimly lit light pole, grasping what looked to be a red keyboard in his hands. Intrigued, the pink gentleman decided to get a better view.

The furry raccoon, getting a tad bit emotional now, slammed his fingers on the keys, the tunes loudening on every touch.

"I wish I could get a job so I can shove it up my dad's face!"

As Rigby further immersed himself into the musical instrument, these words that had left his mouth would, unexpectedly, change the course of this raccoon's life. By sheer coincidence, or maybe by the power granted from this very keyboard, the teenager's wishes would soon come to life, as up ahead presented a new opportunity for him.

Walking along the pathway the bench sat on was a strange pink-skinned lollipop-headed man decked out in 80's clothing.

"Good show! Jolly good show!" The man applauded the raccoon's performance, giving the critter a smile as he walked up to the bench. "Such a fine performance indeed! Hah, hah! Would you care for a Butterscotch Ripple, my friend?"

Despite finding the offer of a Butterscotch Ripple lollipop a little odd, the raccoon accepted it and allowed the man to sit beside him on the bench.

The man continued to speak kindly to Rigby, and the raccoon found himself feeling less upset and more open to conversation.

"Yeah…my dad kicked me out of the house…" The bleach-haired furry opened up, his frustrations at his dad no could no be contained. However, he continued. "All 'cause I got expelled from school! So what!? Wasn't my fault Mr. Ross's secret science project blew up in our faces and destroyed the science lab! That was an accident!"

The raccoon let out a sigh, as he shoved the keyboard to the side. The gentle fellow, who had introduced himself to the critter as Pops, simply patted the ol' boy on the back. Then, an idea struck the kind man's round head.

"I've got just the solution for you, sir Rigby,"

The pink individual paused for a moment as if awaiting to see the reaction on the young man's face. The raccoon's eyes lit up, becoming more attentive at a possible solution to his…current predicament. Pops cleared his throat and proceeded.

"How would you like to work at the Park, hm? You'll even get to live in a big house with me for free!"

Rigby stared at the keyboard by his side, wondering if this had anything to do with the incredible stroke of luck he just received. Pops, the giant-headed man, had just offered him a job and a free place to stay in a big house at the park. His cheerful tone and joyful laugh seemed to be lifting Rigby's spirits, but the raccoon wasn't entirely convinced yet. He looked up at Pops with a curious but intrigued stare and asked, "What's the catch...?"

Pops chuckled in response, assuring Rigby that there was no catch. He begged him to accept the offer, noting that a young boy as fine as him shouldn't be sleeping on the streets. Rigby nodded, grateful for the offer and for finding someone so understanding and gentle in his time of need.

Pops patted him on the shoulders and cheered, "Good show! Jolly good show!" He even invited Rigby to play instruments with him sometime, as he had one of his own. The pink-skinned fellow's caring nature was overwhelming, and Rigby couldn't help but feel like he had found a father figure in him.

With the keyboard by his side, Rigby got up and walked alongside Pops back to the two-storey green house in the middle of the park. It was a peaceful and serene place, surrounded by trees and nature. The house itself was spacious and had a cozy feel to it, with a large living room and comfortable furniture. As they entered the house, Pops showed Rigby around, pointing out the various rooms and amenities available to him.

Rigby felt a sense of relief and gratitude wash over him. He had finally found a place to call home, with a kind and caring friend by his side. Speaking of friends however, he hadn't heard much of Mordecai ever since the incident at the High School. A slight frown drew on Rigby's face.

On the other side of town…

"Aaaugh! Mom!"

A loud, high-pitched scream echoed through the house, followed by the sound of hurried footsteps. Seconds later, a frantic-looking brown-haired blue jay burst through the front door, his face flushed with embarrassment.

His mother's voice could be heard calling out to him from inside the house. "Mordo sweetie, wait!" she called, her tone soothing and concerned. But it was clear that whatever had caused the young blue jay to react so strongly, his mother's words were unlikely to help.

What was the problem, you ask? Well, if there's anything the blue jay's mother was good at, it was embarrassing the hell out of his son every time he brought a girl home. And this was one of those times.

Earlier, Mordecai had asked a girl over to help with his studies for Art College, which was expected to start up soon. After the expulsion from West Anderson High, his parents sought out to look for other options for him. College U was out of the table, due to having been informed of his and Rigby's antics at the Science Lab. Luckily, Mordecai had gathered enough credits to receive his High School Diploma and be accepted into an Art College, which so happened to be one of the things he was good at.

Mordecai was excited to have his "girl" friend over for a study session. He cleaned his room, lit a few candles, and set up his books and notes. However, his plans were quickly interrupted by the un(expected) arrival of his mother. She walked in unannounced, wearing a colourful outfit and carrying a boombox blasting disco music. This was not the first time Mordecai's mother, who was known for her eccentric behaviour, had done this, case in point, Daphne Gonzales.

Mordecai's "girl" friend was clearly uncomfortable and taken aback by the scene. She quickly excused herself and left, leaving Mordecai alone with his mother. Feeling humiliated and frustrated, Mordecai couldn't handle the embarrassment any longer and decided to leave as well. He rushed out of the house in a fit of anger and embarrassment, feeling like he had lost his chance with this person.

As he walked down the dark, deserted street, Mordecai was filled with frustration. Why did his mom always have to ruin things for him? He let out a groan of annoyance and slammed his hand against a nearby light pole, hoping to relieve some of his pent-up anger. But it seemed like nothing could make him feel better right now.

Feeling restless, he decided to take a walk to clear his head. His groans echoed through the silent streets as he aimlessly wandered around, his hand sliding across the walls of random buildings.

Just when he thought his night couldn't get any worse, he came across a poster advertising an ancient martial arts technique called "Death Kwon Do." The poster showed a man with a mullet, cut-up jean shorts, and an action pose, promising to teach students how to unlock their full potential with kicks, chops, and punches in just moments. The best part? The school was right there, next to him.

Mordecai couldn't resist the temptation. He grabbed the sign and inspected the details, feeling a glimmer of hope. Maybe this was exactly what he needed to feel better. The address on the poster indicated that the school closed at midnight, so he made a beeline for the entrance, eager to see what Death Kwon Do was all about.

Mordecai took a deep breath and called out, hoping against hope that it wasn't too late.

"Hello?"

To his immense relief, he found himself face to face with the Sensai himself. The man was on the heavier side, with a shock of ginger hair, a bushy mustache, and a mullet tied back with a white headband. And just like his students, he was wearing cut-up jeans.

"Ah, I see you have read our poster. What may I help you with?"

Mordecai couldn't help but feel a sense of awe and respect as he gazed upon the Sensai, with his book of dangerous techniques, containing the infamous Death Punch, an incredibly powerful punch that could atomize anything in its path, the Death Roar, a deafening sound that could rupture your eardrums, and the Death Thrust, a move that was as deadly as it sounded.

Taking a deep breath, Mordecai spoke with a hint of eagerness and a touch of pleading, "I want to learn Death Kwon Do."

The Sensai looked thoughtful, stroking his chin before responding, "Hmm. Ok. But first, I must put you through some tests. Are you ready?"

Mordecai nodded, though he couldn't help but wish that his best friend Rigby was by his side. He knew that he couldn't go home, not yet, not after the embarrassing events his mother put him through. But perhaps, just perhaps, Death Kwon Do could help him forget his troubles.

At the park…

Rigby let out a deep sigh as he settled into the free room he had been provided in the two-storey house upstairs. Although it was an empty room, he was grateful to have a place to stay. As he laid down on the waxy floors, he rolled around in his blankets and sheets for a while, trying to get comfortable. Suddenly, his gaze locked in on the red keyboard he had found on a park bench prior to meeting Pops.

Could it be possible that this keyboard was the reason he had been able to secure a job and a place to stay? If that was the case, he wondered what other things he could do with it. Perhaps he could wish for something simple like a pizza or even a new bed. Rigby couldn't help but wonder if this keyboard had the power to grant his wildest dreams. He knew there was only one way to find out.

Taking notes from his previous experience, Rigby placed his fingers down on the keyboard and tried to process the thing he wanted to say before letting it out. "Give me a new bed! Give me a new bed!" he exclaimed.

At first, nothing happened. But then, out of nowhere, a miniature-sized trampoline appeared in front of Rigby. It was the perfect size for him to sleep on. At first he was confused, surprised and slightly disappointed…but also completely awestruck at the fact that the keyboard had willed in an inanimate object from practically nothing into existence.

"Awesome."

The raccoon let out a triumphant laugh as he made a swift dive for his new bed, clutching the wishing keyboard tightly in his hands. Despite his past misfortunes and educational setbacks, he knew that he held a powerful item that gave him control over his own destiny.

No one would or could dictate his actions anymore…right?

The critter had a mischievous glint in his eye as he feverishly typed in more wishes on the keyboard. From the looks of it, he had no plans to stop anytime soon. His wishes ranged from the mundane, like the room being stocked with all kinds of food, to the downright outrageous, like video games that weren't even out yet and a TV that could display the highest possible quality. It was as if he knew something exciting was about to happen and he was trying to make the most of it. Who knows what kind of bizarre and fantastical things he might wish for next? Perhaps even a Giant Beef Burrito monster doll merged with Rigby's skin and Mordecai's tail would seem like a normal request compared to his future wishes…

"I think I'll call you…" Rigby pauses, as he looks down to stroke the red keyboard in his hands. "The Power."