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It was a beautiful day in the Townsville Park, the flowers were in bloom, there was hardly a cloud in the sky, and the air was filled with the joyous sounds of birds singing. That is... until the peaceful atmosphere was interrupted by a horrible tweeting noise which came from the park work house. Inside, at the kitchen table sat the park manager Benson, practicing his flute. Badly. With him sat the park intern Thomas with a cup of coffee and a flat look on his face. He wasn't exactly enjoying the music.

Just then, Benson's playing was interrupted by the front doorbell. Benson got up and anwsered it. On the otherside stood Dr Vindaloo and Floyd, who was holding a metical bag.

"Good day, sir," Vindaloo greeted. "We're from the veterinarian's down the street and understand you have a sick animal on the premises."

Benson just slammed the door in his face with an annoyed frown. Right after that, the hall phone rang and Benson picked it up, "Hello, you've reached the park of 'unrecognized talent'," he spoke dully. "Please start after the..." He tweeted his flute into the receiver.

"Sounds like you'v got a dying animal to attend to, eh, Benson?" answered a very smug and very familiar voice.

"Ranger Gene?!" Benson gasped at hearing the park's long time rival. "What pranks are you planning this time?

"No pranks," Gene assured. "Just thought I'd share some new info to ya."

"New info huh?" Benson replied, suspiciously. "Well, how's yer award closet?"

Gene turned to the said award closet, which held dozens of trophies, ribbons, and even a picture of him receiving them.

"It's big, and valuable," He answered smugly. "I just wanted to tell you that I'm leading a successful marching band and we've been considered next week to play... at the Super Bowl."

"Tha-tha supah... the super... the suuuupeeer..." Benson stammered, not believing what he had just heard.

"That's right! I'm living your dreams, Sir Goofalot!" Gene mocked. "The problem is, I've got an inspection next week and can't make it. So, I was hoping you and your band could cover for us?"

"Oh, uh, I-I-I-I-I-uh..." Benson wasn't sure how to answer that.

"I knew it!" Gene laughed. "You don't even have a band! Well, I'll just let you get back to park duty now..."

"HOLD IT!" Benson yelled, taking Gene by surprise. "It just so happens that I don't have current park duties, I do have a band, and WE ARE GOONA PLAY AT THAT SUPER BOWL! How do you like that, Ranger Smith?!"

"Good luck next Tuesday," Gene replied, tauntingly. "I hope the audience brings plenty of... ibuprofen!" And with another laugh, he hung up.

Benson put down the receiver as he realized the pickle he had just got himself into by letting Gene get to him. "I need to drum up a marching band fast!" He said to himself in a panic. Then he chuckled, realizing his unintentional pun. "Heh heh, drum, heh, band humor."

Thankfully for Benson, Thomas had overheard the whole phone conversation and came in with some newly printed band recruitment flyers.

Downtown, Juniper Lee was battling against a dragon. She had the drake in a headlock and was currently giving it a noogie, when both she and the dragon noticed one of Benson's flyers stapled to a nearby telegraph pole. "Looking To Add Fufilment To Your Dull Dull Life?" she said, reading it.

"Then Become Part Of The Greatest Musical Sensation Ever To Hit Townsville," Dexter read from another flyer he and Dee Dee found, as their dad was angrily trying in vain to remove a parking boot off his car that likely was placed there due to the parking meter having long since expired.

"And Be Forever Adored By Thousands Of People You Don't Know," Bubbie read a flyer that Flapjack had literally fished out of the ocean. While Captain K'Nuckles meanwhile was caught in the arms of a giant squid and uselessly trying to fend it off with a harpoon.

"Not To Mention, Free Refreshments," Coop smiled, reading another flyer from his car as he and his buddy, Jamie, where at a drive-threw.

"Practice Begins Tonight. 8:30 Sharp," Johnny Bravo said while showering, reading from another flyer that for some reason was taped to his window.

Author's notes: I highly recomend checking out the animatics this fic was based off of, as well as many other animatics and Cartoon Network based artworks from Mason Earwood's Instagram and Cara pages.

Cartoon Network characters mentioned in this chapter are from:

Regular Show

The Life Times of Juniper Lee

Dexter's Labratory

The Marvelous Misadventures of Flapjack

MegasXLR

and Johnny Bravo.