A/N: Just a short, four-part story that I wrote up. It was originally for Lancesinmyheart, because she wanted a fic like this and I was bored. Also, head-canons had to be fulfilled.

"C'mon, Benson! It's just a little favor!" Mordicai whined. "It's not like I'm asking for a month off or anything stupid like that!"

"No, Mordicai." Benson didn't look up from the computer he was sitting at when he spoke, eyes firmly locked onto the screen. He had to get the report on the 'incident' out at the tennis field written up before the day was over. He didn't have time to mess with the blue jay!

"But Beeenson!" The bird whined, making sure to draw out the other boy's name.

"I'm busy." Benson snapped. "Go away!"

"Beenso-"

"Mordicai!" Benson spun his swivel chair around so that he could face the jay. "I said 'no'! Skips already asked to have that day off and we won't be able to get everything done if I give you both off on the same day. Why are you so determined to get off tomorrow anyway?"

Mordicai slouched foreward, shoulders hunching up, and let out a sigh. "Because, there's this concert going on that night and me and Rigby wanted to go and see it. We need the day off!"

With Rigby? Benson scowled and crossed his arms over his chest. Right. Like that was going to happen. "I don't think so, Mordicai. I can't give everyone the same day off! Now get back to WORK!" Benson shouted, jabbing his finger towards the door.

Snorting, Mordicai mirrored Benson's scowl and let out a muttered 'jerk'. Great. Now he had to go and tell Rigby that they couldn't go see the Flying Fists concert. It was gonna be awesome too...He shot another glare over his shoulder, though Benson had already turned his back on him and gone back to typing, as he stomped out of the room.

Benson managed to type up a few more sentences to the report before letting out a sigh. A few clicks and the schedule for the week was on the screen. Mordicai had been scheduled to cut grass the next day but...He guessed that could wait an extra day. It wasn't like it was on the verge of becoming a jungle or anything. Mordicai wasn't really needed.

And it was about time that he had got a day off too. Skips could just work tomorrow, take Benson's shift while Muscle Man got started on the lawn, and he'd make sure everything got done.

Rigby, of course, would still have to work. The gutters hadn't been cleaned all month. The racoon could deal with missing his silly little concert; he was pretty sure that Mordicai was the fan anyway.

Nodding to himself, Benson saved the changes in the document and pulled his original project back up. He'd get it finished and sent in to the owner and then go find Skips and tell him that both Mordicai and himself would be taking the day off tomorrow. And that Skips could have an extra day off the next week.

And, God, he was really getting soft wasn't he?