Author's Note: Hey everyone! I decided to start a new story. This idea popped into my head a few days ago, and I felt it sounded original, cool, and kinda interesting. :) I'm gonna try to have it set-up like a real episode. Enjoy! :D

On another normal day in the park, our two favorite slackers were attempting to beat a new video game they'd bought.

"Mordecai, why aren't you moving?! Get the power up! Get the power up!"

The bird stuck his tongue out in concentration, "Shut up, I'm trying!" He mashed the buttons as hard as he could, but nothing worked, "Dude, I think this controller's busted from playing so much."

Rigby's eyes grew, "What?! It can't be busted, we're about to beat a new game in under an hour! It'll be a record for us!"

Mordecai sighed, "Sorry, Rigby. Looks like we've gotta get a new one..."

The raccoon refused to give up, "No! Put the controller on the floor, I'll play with my feet!" Rigby reached over for the game pad in his friend's hand.

"Dude, knock it off! I said-"

Just then, Benson came in from the kitchen, "What are you two idiots doing? I thought I told you to clean out the attic..."

Mordecai pushed Rigby off of him and stood up, "Sorry, Benson. We-"

The gumball machine cut him off, "Wait a second. Did I hear correctly? You've been sitting here for an hour goofing off instead of doing your jobs?!" He started to glow red, "WHAT THE HECK AM I EVEN PAYING YOU FOR?!"

Rigby spoke up, "Well, really it's only been, like, forty-five minutes, so-"

"I REALLY DON'T CARE!" Benson pointed at the stairs, "JUST GET UPSTAIRS NOW, OR YOU'RE FIRED!"

The duo dashed up the steps, coming to the end of the hallway. Mordecai pulled down the rope to open the attic stairs, then they headed inside. He coughed, "Augh! It's so dusty up here!"

Rigby coughed as well, "Yeah, and dark! I-" The raccoon bumped into him, "Ow! I can't see anything!"

"Hold on, I gotta find the light bulb."

Click!

Rigby looked around the cramped, dirty room and whined, "Aw, man! This is gonna take forever..."

"Dude, we haven't even started yet and you're already complaining?" He glanced up to some cobwebs, "Just hand me the feather duster."

"...I don't have it."

"Okay, what about the dust pan and brush?"

"Nope."

Mordecai groaned, "Ugh...not even the broom?"

"It's downstairs."

Mordecai threw his wings up, "Gah! What do you have, man? A brain? 'Cause I don't think so."

"SHUT UP!"

"Whatever, I'll go down and look for them..." Mordecai grumbled, leaving the room.

While his friend was doing that, our lovably-dimwitted raccoon sat on top of a box, which happened to cave in on him, "Augh!" He frantically tried to get out, tilting the box onto it's side. He was free, but looked on in horror at what was happening. The box had hit one box nearby, then another. This caused a domino effect, with nearly every box falling over in the attic. Rigby dove for cover, ironically hiding behind the first box. When the dust cleared, he stood up and started to kick the box in anger.

"You...stupid...box! Now...I've...gotta...pick...up...all...this...crap!"

Mordecai came back up, carrying the cleaning supplies, "Hey dude, I got the-" he dropped the supplies in shock, "Whoa! Rigby, what happened?!"

He continued kicking, "This...box...ruined...every...thing!"

Mordecai stared at his friend, "Dude...it's a box. It can't do anything."

The raccoon threw his arms in the air, "I KNOW THAT!" He bent down to the floor, "Just help me pick these papers up."

Mordecai sighed, "Well, you got lucky," he glanced around at the mess, "Doesn't look like anything's broken, otherwise Benson would fire you for real."

"Yeah, I guess so. So when-" he paused, picking up one of the papers, "What the-" The raccoon ran up to Mordecai, shoving the paper in his face over and over, "Dude, look what I found!"

The bird pushed him away, "Rigby, stop! What the heck is it?"

Rigby had a huge grin on his face, "A MAP! FOR TREASURE!"

"Huh? Let me see..." he took the paper and examined it, "Hmm. Looks fake, man."

Rigby frowned, "What? No, it's gotta be real! If it's real, you know what we could get with that gold?" He snickered, "I mean, you might actually be able to get Margaret to notice you!"

Mordecai punched him, "Dude, shut up. Let's go see Skips. He'll be able to tell us..."

The boys walked over to Skips' house. Mordecai knocked, "Hey Skips, you in there?"

The yeti opened up, "Yeah, what's up, boys?"

"We need help figuring this out..." Rigby said, holding up the map.

Skips' eyes widened, "Where did you find that?"

"Uh, in the attic. Why?"

"Come in, I'll tell you about the map." Skips ordered, closing the door. He skipped over to a chest, searching for something. Rigby and Mordecai sat down on his bed, waiting.

"What are you looking for, dude?" the bird asked.

Skips pulled out a rolled-up scroll, "This," He went over to a table and smoothed it out, "Come over here, you need to see this."

They approached the table and stared in awe. Mordecai spoke, "Whoa. It looks like a map of the city...but older."

"You're right, Mordecai. This was used by an old friend of mine, who believed he was a pirate, to search for a hidden treasure underneath the city."

Rigby gave the yeti a weird look, "He thought he was a pirate?"

"Yeah, he was a little crazy."

"So, did he ever find it?"

"No. They say it's cursed..."

Rigby looked down to a corner of the map, "Hey, it's missing a piece," He took the smaller map and lined it up; it was a perfect match. When he placed it, the maps connected together, almost like magic. Rigby smiled, "Cooooool..."

Mordecai smiled as well, "Thanks for the help, Skips. Do you wanna join us to look for it?"

Skips frowned, "No, I've got to fix the radio in Pops' room. Besides, don't you guys have a job to do?"

"Pfft, Benson won't care when we come back with all that loot." Rigby replied.

Mordecai grabbed the map, rolling it up, "Yeah, major loot."

They raised their hands and spun out of the room, "LOOOOOOOOOOOT!"

When they got outside, Muscle Man and Fives came up to them, "Yo, ladies. What're you doing with that paper?"

Rigby smugly replied, "This is no ordinary paper, Muscle Man. It's a treasure map!"

The green man rolled his eyes, "Oh, yeah, right! I'm sooooo sure that's real. You probably-"

Mordecai interrupted him by rolling out the map, "Believe us now?"

Mitch's jaw dropped, "No way, bro. That's awesome!"

Mordecai grinned, "You guys wanna join us? We could use the help."

Fives spoke, "We'd like to guys, but we can't. Benson assigned us to-" he shuddered, "bathroom duty."

Out of nowhere, Thomas came running and waved at them, "Hey, guys! What's up?"

The group saw him approaching, "We'd better go, Muscle Man. We need to get some coffee, right Rigby?" Mordecai quickly said.

Rigby nodded, "Yep. That's it, coffee."

"Yeah, us too. Come on, Fives. See ya, bros!" Mitch agreed, running off towards the bathrooms.

Thomas was confused. He shouted, "Wait! Where's everyone going?!" The goat groaned, 'Ugh...I'm never included in anything...'