Happy

Chapter 1:

It was a bright summers day at the park, and a group of 7 odd groundskeepers were being briefed by their boss: a gumball machine known as Benson.

"Alright," he said sternly to his employees, "we've got a lot to do today, so listen up. Skips, I need you and Pops to clean the park petting zoo stables." The white yeti and the lollipop-shaped man he was addressing left their spot on the park-house steps to do their job.

Turning to a short, dwarfish green man and his ghost friend, he continued; "Muscleman, High Fives, you man the snack bar. Take Thomas with you and teach him to use the register"

"Aw man, snack bar with that loser?" Muscleman said harshly, motioning to the shy goat next to him.

"Suck it up Muscleman," Benson said curtly, "someone needs to train him, and you're the best mentor we've got."

"Whatever," he replied gruffly, getting up and heading off, "I better get paid overtime for this."

"You won't be!" Benson called after him. Turning back to the house, he addressed the only two employees left: a tall, lean Bluejay named Mordecai, and a short, scruffy-looking Raccoon named Rigby.

"As for you two," he said, slightly angry already, "you still need to clean the park ballroom from your little 'TGI Tuesday' stunt, and then you can clean the cart."

"Aw what!" Rigby said angrily, "We cleaned the cart 2 days ago!"

"Yeah Benson," piped in Mordecai, "It can't be dirty again, can it?"

"Well after yesterday's crash," the gumball said, face starting to redden in anger, "It could use a little TLC!"

The two shut up at this, remembering how they managed to land the cart in several sand traps and a shallow pond while 'maintaining' the park golf course the previous day. Groaning childishly, the pair got up reluctantly and brushed themselves off.

"Wait, before you go," said Benson, a little calmer now, "I forgot to tell you. Its tax time again, and instead of risking another audit like last year, I've decided to hire Don to handle the books."

"What?" Rigby shouted incredulously, "Are you crazy? Why would you do that? OW!" silenced by a sharp jab from Mordecai's wing, the tiny raccoon looked up into the face of his enraged boss. "On second thoughts," he said, gulping, "I think I'll just stay out of the way."

"Good," Benson said, leaving to patrol the grounds, "Because if I catch either of you two messing with Don while he works, you're FIRED!

"Come on dude," said Mordecai, opening the garage door to reveal an especially filthy golf cart, "We've gotta finish this before Benson gets back."

"Ugh, fine." Picking up a wet rag, Rigby stretched his back, trying his best to scrub the cart's hood. Finally giving up, he threw the soaking rag in frustration, yelling childishly as he did so: "Dude, this is so lame! Lets just go inside, Benson won't even know."

"Okay," Mordecai said, feeling lazy himself, "But just for a few sodas. Benson'll be back soon."

Just as they were walking around to the front of the house, Don's bright red convertible became visible.

"Quick!" Rigby urged, hastily pushing Mordecai up the front stairs, "Get in the house before he sees us!"

"Rigbone! Mordo!" said a masculine voice from behind the two. Turning to face the speaker, they saw a tall, very human-esque Raccoon standing with outstretched arms. "Sugar?" he offered cheerfully.

"Don!" Mordecai said brightly, walking towards him, Rigby in tow. "Hey, man. What's up?" accepting Don's 'sugar', aka hug, the two broke the friendly embrace.

Turning to Rigby, the taller mammal said: "Hey big bro. Long time no see! Sugar?"

"Hey Don," said Rigby gruffly, shrugging off the offer.

"So Don," said Mordecai, "How long are you gonna be here?"

"Not long," He replied. "I'm just here to do the taxes. It'll probably be just a day or two."

Just as they were talking, Benson walked up, anger apparent in his bright, red dome. "Mordecai, Rigby!" he scolded, "Why aren't you two working?"

"Oh, um, hey Benson," the Bluejay stuttered nervously, "We were just greeting Don. We'll go back to work now."

"Whatever," said the gumball machine, quickly forgiving the two slackers, "Just finish cleaning the cart already. And Rigby, stay out of Don's way. I wont have a repeat of the last time." Pointing to the tiny Raccoon to add emphasis, he dismissed the pair.

Later that day, after Mordecai and Rigby had given up cleaning the ballroom, the two sat at the kitchen table of the park house, drinking soda and talking about the latest video game release. After a heated argument about which console is better, they were joined by Don.

"Hey guys," he said in his usual, cheerful manner.

"Shouldn't you be doing the taxi's?" asked Rigby rudely, blatantly mispronouncing 'taxes'.

"Rigby, cut it out," Mordecai scolded, "remember what Benson said?"

"Actually," said Don, ignoring his brother's snide remark, "I was about to take a break. Do you know a place where I can get a cup of coffee around here?"

"Sure we do!" said Mordecai, enthusiastic about a chance to see Margaret, a red robin who worked at the boys' favourite coffee shop. "It's just down town, ten minutes from here." Turning to the shorter mammal, he asked: "Are you coming, Rigby?"

"Heck yeah!" he said, glad to be leaving work. "But lets hurry up before Benson sees us." Scanning the park grounds in front of them for signs of the angry gumball machine, the three rushed to the now clean cart and took off quickly towards the front gate and the coffee shop.

Hey guys! this is my new story (Duh) and honestly I'm not sure about it yet. If you think I should continue, please tell me, and suggestions are always welcome :)