Every one was gathered on the stairs, and Benson had just pulled up in the golf cart. He seemed a little more peeved than usual. Rigby and Mordecai could only imagine, the cause was their most recent "

After Rigby and Mordecai pull a stunt that included Canon balling into the swimming hole near the edge of the park, which also included Rigby almost drowning, and both of the workers getting the attention of the code enforcement. Benson threw a fit and on this fine morning had an announcement to make.

He cleared his throat, "Okay, thanks to our friend Rigby here, due to public safety, the swimming hole, will have to be closed down, thanks to having no one over seeing it and the fact that some one-" he took a while to glare at Mordecai and Rigby, "has already expressed that it it 'dangerous'."

Rigby rolled his eyes, crossing his arms, " Oh come on, I wasn't even drowning!"

"Dude, we almost had to make High Five Ghost give you CPR." Mordecai huffed.

"Stop talking!"

"Anyway this is all your fault! You told me you could swim!"

"So? A lot of people can't swim!"

"Man, you don't understand, I love that swimming hole, Its like the only time I get to see Starla in a bikini!" Muscle Man added, After that everybody erupted in a complaining fit, Benson steamed, his face turning red.

"SHUT UP!" he yelled, everyone paused, still eyeing Rigby, but silent. Benson sighed, "I wasn't finished. They gave us two options: One close down for a day, and fill in the swimming hole-" Boos came from the workers, Benson just rolled his eyes, " or, we could hire a life guard, and keep the swimming hole open."

The group of workers exchanged glances among themselves.

"Though in the end it is Pops, choice in the matter."

Pops hummed, "Well, I do indeed like to swim, so Yes! Let us hire a life guard!" he said happily, the group cheered, and Muscle Man took off his shirt, yelling something along the lines of 'Yeah, bikini Starla!' and 'swimming hole lives!'.

"Now we just need to find a life guard..." Benson said.

"I may have a life guard we could ask. I could give them a call." Skipps offered, and Benson nodded.

"You do that, alright jobs for today..."
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At the Cafe.

Mordecai sipped his coffee, "No, Rigby I don't think that would work."

"Of course it would! If you breathe through your nose, in a holding your breath contest, they would never know!" he threw his hands up in the air, for emphasis.

"Yeah, but not under water."

"Why not?"

Mordecai rolled his eyes, "So hey you think Benson is really gonna go through with this Life guard business?"

"I doubt it, but eve if he did, Everybody Skipps knows out of work is weird, I bet its some weirdo who like wears a diaper for a swim suit and sleeps in a coffin hanging from the ceiling."

"Yeah, your probably right." his eyes trailed to the front counter, where a new face stood, scribbling something on a pad of paper, then ripping the paper and placing it in the cash register. He seemed to be about their age, with soft brown hair under a blue chullo hat, with a yellow puff ball, that looked uneven in the front and curled at the base of his neck, his eyes where closed, but he would lift his head every time a customer came in, with out opening them. "Hey who do you think that is?"

Rigby followed Mordecai's gaze, shrugging. "New guy?"

"I wonder if Margret knows him. I hope not, he looks like a jerk." Mordecai eyed him.

"Your such a jealous type."

Mordecai cringed, "Am not!"

"Well why don't you ask Ilene she's headed this way."
Eileen smiled as she got to their table, caring a pot of coffee.

"Hey guys."

"Hey" the said in unison, Rigby nudged Mordecai's ribs.

"oof!- uh, hey Eileen, *cough* whats the deal with the new guy?"

"Huh? Oh, that's Ruedy, he started last Friday, he's really nice."

"Whats up with his eyes?" Rigby blurted.

She looked at Ruedy, who was now reading the newspaper upside down, oddly successfully, nodding to himself. "I'm. not. exactly sure." she the watched him in silence for a while, before looking back at each other. "So how have you guys been?"

"Oh, you know the usual, Rigby screwed up majorly, and now we have to get a life guard for the swimming hole, or its gonna get closed down."

"Oh really? My uncle's a life guard."

"Really!?" they perked up,

"Well he was..." she scratched her arm nervously.

"What do you mean 'Was'?"

"He got his arm eaten by sharks, now when he tries the back stroke, he just goes in circles." she stated matter-of-fact-ly, they deflated an slumped back in their seat, Margret, came by placing their sandwiches on the table.

"Aw, why do you guys look so down?"

"Don't ask."

"Oh, okay" she chuckled awkwardly, "Well have you guys met Ruedy?"

"No." Mordecai said. Rigby grinned mischievously.

"Why don't you introduce him to us Margret, he looks nice." he said, Mordecai kicked him under the table, Margret brightened,

"Yeah come on!"

"No thanks..." Mordecai grumbled, she plopped down next to Mordecai, pulling his arm.

"Aw, Mordecai, he's really nice though! and friendly, no need to be shy."

"I'm not shy," he crossed his arms.

"Oh good well then come on!" she hauled him, out of his seat and began pulling him towards the front counter, Rigby and Eileen following behind, Ruedy, lowered his newspaper, and gave everyone a sweet smile. Pink flooding his cheeks slightly. He had on a blue apron, with his name tag, but underneath, Mordecai noticed the signature white symbols of a knife fork, and a napkin. He was wearing a ' .Du' band shirt. Mordecai narrowed his eyes, those shirts were only given out during their concerts, he had been wanting to go to one for months now!

"Hey, Ruedy! I would like you to meet Mordecai, and Rigby, their friend of ours!" Margret said smiling at him. Ruedy leaned forward, even tough he was
hunched over he still towered over Mordecai, and Margret was chest height to him. He held out a hand to Mordecai who begrudgingly shook it, then did the same for Rigby.

"I-i-it's really nice ta-to, to meet you!" he smiled again, after he was done, stuttering and letting his vowels run off into weird sounding words, with a fitting Brooklyn type accent. It was more endearing than hard to understand.
Margret looked at Mordecai,

"Can you believe it he like Death Depo Du, too!"

"Y-Yup!" he said chuckling. "I'm going to-to a concert this week- this week- weekend with some fri-ends, would you gu-uys like to go?"

"Seriously? I love to. What about you Mordecai?" Margret said, excitedly.

"Can't, We got uh, work." Mordecai said, he really wanted to go but, with Margret, alone, not just band wagon-ing with Ruedy. Ruedy opened his eyes, which where a surprising bright Red and and a darker red, mismatched pair. Kinda like his own. They where big and a little watery, not to mention his pupils where blown and his left eye had two of them.

"hey what about-ow!" Rigby started before Mordecai elbowed him.

"Oh tha-that's to bad. May-be next t-time, Morde- Morde- Mordecai." Ruedy said, pouting his lips, glancing between Mordecai's eyes and his somewhere else off to his left.

"Uh, yeah..." Mordecai, didn't look at him, and son enough the unsettling eyes where closed again, and Ruedy checked his watch.

"Oh!, Well Mar-garet y-you think it'd be o-okay-ay if I took my lunch b-break now-ow?"

"Yeah, sure."

"Wa-nna c-c-come with?" he offered her a smile raising his shoulders to his ears and hunching over a little more. Mordecai's anger was bubbling under the surface, and he felt like he was bout to erupt. Margret looked to Eileen.

"I'm not sure, what about Eileen?"

"Nah, you can go , I'll be fine, I already had my lunch break, you go ahead."

"Oh, okay, thanks, be right back!" she rushed to the kitchen and left Mordecai, Rigby and Eileen alone with Ruedy.

"H-Hey!" Ruedy said breaking the silence. Everybody jumped a little, "Ha-ave you guys w-w-want to hear a-a joke?" He raised his hands smiling that sweet, shy smile, he opened his eyes again.

"Yeah, go ahead." Eileen said.

"W-wh-what is a zombie's le-east fa-favorite fo-od?" he offered, and paused.

"What?" Rigby asked.

"f-f-fa-" he swallowed, "f-fast food! C-Cause if we're fast they c-ant eat us as food," he giggled, Eileen and Rigby chuckled, and even Mordecai, gave a little breath of a laugh. Margret walked out again, with her jacket and bag.

"Alright ready to go, Ruedy?"

"Y-you bet!" he chimed, sliding off his apron, Mordecai saw the front of his shirt was signed by the band too. "J-just need t-a-to" he reached behind the counter, with a cheek pressed against the surface, he fumbled with something, and then finally got it he straightened, and then joined Margret in front of the counter. He had on saggy quarter shorts, and his shoes where the most ratty looking red converse they had ever seen. Still hunched, and standing steadily with the support of arm crutches, his knees where bent slightly and feet pointing towards each other,he quietly held the door open for her. "M-my La-lady," he offered, and bowed as dramatically as he could. She giggled and walked out waving as she said a goodbye to every one. He walked out after her doing the same.

Rigby and Mordecai stood there a while, and Eileen walked off to take a costumers order, Rigby wagged his eye brows at Mordecai.

"So hes a jerk, huh?"

"Shut up, Rigby."