Author's Note: What's up people?! I'm Shane, and I'm here with a new story! I will start the sequel to A Not-So-Regular Time AFTER I finish this story! So, enjoy this and please follow/favorite/review! :D
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!
Mordecai slammed his hand down on the alarm clock. Sunlight was pouring in through the window, almost blinding him. He rubbed his eyes, stretching and yawning in an attempt to wake up. He got off his bed, groggily stepping over the mounds of beer cans Rigby and him had left out the night before. He went out the door and into the bathroom, turning on the shower. He stepped in, letting the warm water run over him and rejuvenate his body while the steam cleared his mind. After stepping out, he dried off, turned on the sink, and brushed his teeth. Before heading back into the bedroom, he was stopped by Benson.
"Good morning Mordecai! You look refreshed and ready for the day." he smiled.
"Oh hey Benson. I was just going back into wake Rigby up for our work today. Sorry about the mess in there." he replied, pointing his thumb to their room.
"It's fine. Oh and that won't be necessary Mordecai, I'll get him up. You just get something to eat then head outside with the rest of the employees and wait for my special announcement." he said winking.
"Uh, sure. Thanks Benson! By the way, I have an air horn underneath my bed..." he snickered.
"Oh no thank you, Mordecai!" he smiled, patting Mordecai on the back.
Mordecai went downstairs, while Benson quietly tiptoed into the boy's room. He found the air horn, moved over to Rigby's trampoline and put the horn right by his ear.
HONNNNNNNNK!
"AHHHHHHH!" Rigby screamed, flying up into the air like a cat. He fell back down and bounced off his bed, landing in a pile of trash and cans.
"WHAT THE HELL MORD-" he stopped when he realized who it was, "I mean, good morning Benson!" he said with a stupid grin on his face.
"Good morning Rigby! Now that you're wide awake, PICK UP ALL THIS CRAP OR YOU'RE FIRED!"
"But-"
"NO BUTS! THE ONLY 'BUT' HERE WILL BE KICKED BY ME IF YOU DON'T CLEAN UP THIS FILTH! AFTER THAT, CLEAN YOURSELF THEN GO OUTSIDE!" he shouted, slamming the door shut.
Rigby stood up then grabbed the trash bin, "Ugh! Damn Benson, ordering me around like I'm nothing!"
Benson slammed the door open again, smashing Rigby into the wall.
"WHAT WAS THAT RIGBY?!" he shouted.
"Ennnnnnnnnhhhhhh." Rigby groaned. (A.N: Imagine a baby crying sound lmao)
"THAT'S WHAT I THOUGHT!" he said, shutting the door for the final time.
Rigby fell off the wall, got up and started cleaning. He was surprisingly quick, finishing in fifteen minutes flat.
"Thank God that's over. Now to go take a nice, relaxing shower." he sighed.
He walked out to the bathroom, but wasn't expecting Pops to come running down the hall.
"OMPH!" Rigby cried, getting knocked down by Pops.
"Oh my, I'm terribly sorry Rigby!" Pops squealed, helping Rigby up.
"It's cool Pops. I was just heading to the shower." he replied.
"Oh well you'd better hurry! Benson has a special announcement! A-HA-HA-HA!" he laughed, hopping down the stairs.
"He's so weird..." muttered Rigby.
After the shower, Rigby scampered downstairs and into the kitchen, where Mordecai was eating some cereal.
"Hey dude." he said.
"Oh hey, good...morning...Rigby." Mordecai said between bites.
"Is there any cereal left?" he asked.
"Nope. I got the last of it dude." he smiled.
"What?! Aw, man! Well let's see what's in the fridge..." he sighed, walking over the fridge door.
He opened it, looking for anything edible, "Mordecai, there's nothing in here! Just moldy yogurt and some-" he sniffed the orange juice, "AUGH! this OJ smells awful!"
"Well, you are used to eating garbage anyways..." Mordecai said under his breath.
"Huh?" Rigby gave him a funny look.
"Oh nothing." he said whistling and looking away.
"I'm going outside man." Rigby muttered, holding his growling stomach.
"Hey wait for me!" Mordecai yelled, putting his bowl in the sink.
The boys went outside, sitting down on the front steps.
Benson spoke up, "Ok, now that everyone's here, I have some big news: We won't be here this weekend."
"Why not?!" screamed Pops.
"Pops, calm down. It's something good." replied Benson.
"What is it Benson?" asked Skips.
"Yeah, tell us bro!" yelled Muscle Man.
"OK! GOD! I WAS TRYING TO BUILD UP SOME TENSION DAMN IT!" he shouted.
"Sorry Benson." Mordecai said for everyone.
"It's all right. Here it is: We are flying to Europe! We'll travel through France, Germany, and Italy! Here, come take your tickets and passports. We'll be leaving tomorrow morning, so please take the day off to get ready to leave everyone!" he finished smiling.
"WHOO! THIS IS GONNA BE AWESOME BROS! Come on Fives, let's get ready!" Muscle Man cheered, running off with High Five Ghost.
"Nice deal Benson!" Skips said, looking at his ticket.
"Yeah. I got them for a bargain! The seller was a little shady though..." he said rubbing his chin.
"What do you mean?" Pops asked worriedly.
"Oh nothing Pops. Don't worry, just go pack." he smiled, putting an arm on Pop's shoulder.
"Hey Benson, I have a question: Can Margaret come with us?" Mordecai asked.
"Yeah, and Eileen?" Rigby added.
"Well...I don't know if I have the money for the two extra tickets, guys." he replied sadly.
"Aw, come on Benson! Pleeeeeeease? Pleeeeeeeeeeeease? Pleeee-" cried Rigby, jumping onto Benson's legs and begging.
"FINE! But you guys, especially you Rigby, need to be on your best behavior on this trip as Mr. Mallard will be joining us! If you can promise to me this trip will go smoothly, I'll get Margaret and Eileen tickets." he answered.
"We promise Benson!" Mordecai replied putting his hand up and one across his chest.
"I can trust you Mordecai, but what about you Rigby?" he said looking down with a frown and crossing his arms.
"Pffff. I'll do fine Benson, you can trust me!" he said smugly.
"Un-huh. Well, you guys better get packing! I'll head into the computer room and order two more tickets!" he smiled, walking past them up the steps.
"Come on dude. You need to pack your one clean piece of clothing." Mordecai chuckled.
"STOP TALKING!" Rigby shouted, waving his arms.
The boys headed upstairs to pack and call their girlfriends with the good news.