[Rigby whines while leaving his room and coming downstairs, where Thomas is watching the TV]
I'm Not gonna clean your room, dude.
[Rigby whines even more while Thomas tries to turn up the volume even more on the TV]
CCommercial
Bobby, why so glum?
BBobby
Mom's having another baby and I have to share my room with it.
CCommercial
Another baby? Bummer, you should try 'Wall Buddy'! Wall Buddy lets you divide your space! Once! Twice! Even three times a room!
BBobby
Whoa! Wall Buddy's awesome!
CCommercial
Buy now and you will receive Wall Buddy's voice activation at no additional charge!
[Bobby's baby brother is seen crying]
BBobby
Wall Buddy, help me out!
[Wall Buddy makes a wall around Bobby's brother]
BBobby
Now my mom could have as many babies as she wants! Thanks, Wall Buddy!
[Bobby makes a wink ,which ends the commercial]
Great. Even that baby has his own room.
[Enraged screaming] MORDECAI AND RIGBY!!!
Now before you say anything, we DID do what you said.
Yeah, we cleaned up Rigby's— I mean... OUR mess. So you can't fire us.
SO WHO CAN I FIRE FOR ALL THE DAMAGE YOU TWO DID TO THE PARK?!?!
[Short pause, then after a few seconds, Mordecai and Rigby point at each other, trying to blame each other for the damage.]
Maybe if you just reminded us one more... (Benson throws his hat in Mordecai's face.) Uh!
I shouldn't have to remind you at all! You two never listen to me and I'm sick of it!
Mad? I got mad the last time you ignored me. This time I'm...I'm...deeply offended! And now, I have six pounds of cheese and not one tortilla! What kind of quesadilla can you make with that, huh?! WHAT KIND?!
You can't make a quesadilla without tortillas; that's just cheese.
Thank you, Skips. So now, because of Mordecai and Rigby, here we all are, tired, hungry, nothing to eat. And if you two don't get those tortillas right now, YOU'RE FIRED!
[Mordecai, Skips, Muscle Man, and Hi-Five Ghost all turn to Rigby, very annoyed]
Way to rope us into your mess.
If my future at Wing Kingdom is at stake because of you, [jabs his finger into Rigby's chest; threateningly] that $36,000 will be the least of your problems.
[off-screen as the basketball goes through his office window, making a hole; outraged] OH, COME ON! ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!
[sighs] I need help. [inside the house…] I really messed this up for everyone. [sadly looks at the photo of him and his friends, then lowers it, seeing them all glaring annoyingly at him and walk off; sighs] Guess there's only one person who can help me now. [picks up the phone and calls a number] Hey, can you come over? I need your help.
[Later, Rigby sits outside of the house on the stairs and sees his brother, Don, pulling up in his corvette]
[steps out of his car; cheerfully] Rigbone! How's my big bro?
[pleased] Thanks for coming, Don.
[walks up to him] Man, it's been a while. You look good. Gotta say, I'm a little surprised you called me. What's up?
I'm in a lot of trouble, Don. There's these guys--
Oh, hey! Bank shot! [runs up to it] I haven't sen one of these since we were kids! [performs a perfect bank shot] Whoo! Good times. So, uh, what's the problem?
I ran my mouth off to the wrong guys and now I'm in trouble. I gotta win a bank shot match. All my money's ridin' on it.
But you're great at this.
Not anymore. I lost my touch. You're the only guy I know who's better at this than me. You gotta help me out.
Well, here. [passes the ball to his brother] Show me what you got.
[Rigby shoots the ball, but it hits the hoop, bounces off Rigby's head, and goes through Benson's office window, again, which was supported with cardboard]
[off-screen; outraged] Ugh, not again!
I see. We've got a lot of work to do.
Wait. Lemme get my workout gear on. (puts on a headband) Alright, let's go!
The golden wishbone. We wished to come back home safe and sound, and it worked!
Well, almost. It didn't grant the part where our families would be here. [he and Mordecai both hang their heads down, sadly]
[running out of the house] Guys, guys! Remember when I said everyone wasn't coming? I was wrong! [Mordecai and Rigby's parents emerge from the house] I checked the departing flights instead of the arrivals.
MRMordecai, Rigby, Benson, Pops and Skips
[annoyed] Thomas!
MSMordecai's Dad
Hey, Mordo!
MSMordecai's Mom
Hi, son.
RSRigby's Mom
Is that grown man over there my Rigby?
RSRigby's Dad
Come here, Rigby.
[Mordecai and Rigby happily run up to them]
It's so good to see you, guys. Except--
There's no food because we destroyed it all.
RSRigby's Dad
[chuckles] Well, that's what families are for. [opens the door, revealing a new Thanksgiving feast that's been prepared by all the families]
MRMordecai and Rigby
[surprised] Woah!
TMThomas' Mom
[holding out a turkey] Who's ready for some turkey?
[Later, all the performers, footballers and Thanksgiving characters, as well as some friends, have joined everyone for the feast]
[tapping a glass of water with a spoon trying to get everyone's attention] Ahem!
BSBenson's Dad
Oh? [shouting out to everyone] HEY, EVERYBODY! PIPE DOWN! [to his son; kindly] Go ahead, son.
I just wanna thank everyone for coming. Thanksgiving can be a hectic time for many. But to see everyone here makes it all worth it in the end. Mordecai and Rigby, would you please stand up? [Mordecai and Rigby do so] I know you guys aren't perfect, pretty much all the time. But I want you to know that I'm proud of you. You saved Thanksgiving! And for that, I raise my glass. Happy Thanksgiving, everyone!
EEveryone
Happy Thanksgiving!
[plugs microphone] ♪Yeah. Set up the chairs and wipe off the tables Plug in the mic, but don't trip on the cables Blow up the balloons and blow out the candles at stunt-themed parties you don't wanna wear sandals! Check your invitation, Park's the location When the clock strikes ten it's time for celebration Timmy's birthday party, yo! It's the big one, oh! Timmy, Timmy Ti-Timmy, Timmy, Timmy, Timmy, Ti-Timmy Timmy, Timmy, Ti-Ti-Ti Timmy! Woooooooaaaaaaah!♪
(Mordecai and Rigby laugh)
I can't believe he's already turning ten.
Seriously. We watched that kid grow up, bro.
[flashback to Timmy's first birthday]
AAll
Happy birthday, Timmy!
TTimmy
[licks his cake, then he smothers his face in it]
Everyone laughs
[We are then shown Timmy at his pirate-themed party]
TTimmy
[stands on the plank] Guys, guys! Check it out! I'm gonna walk the plank like a real pirate! [jumps off the plank into the ball pit] Arrgh!
RMRigby and Muscle Man
[laugh]
[Cut to Timmy's astronaut-themed party]
And the winner of the astronaut ice cream-eating contest is....Timmy!
TTimmy
You guys always make my birthdays the best!
[flashback ends]
[puts on the party hat] Man, Timmy's parties just keep getting better every year.
[carries the presents] Yeah. We gotta make sure this stuntman party is the best one yet.
[on mobile phone] What do you mean a real stuntman job? But it's a stuntman-themed party! What are we supposed to tell our client?! [ticked off] Well, you can say goodbye to your complimentary fountain sodas, and YOU'LL NEVER STUNT IN THIS PARK AGAIN, MR. HAZARD! [furiously hangs up and angrily throws his phone]
Is everything okay, Benson?
[angrily turns to Mordecai and screams at him] No, everything is not okay! The stuntman cancelled, and Timmy's party is ruined!
But Timmy's counting on us!
I know. But where am I supposed to find a stuntman this late in the game?
Well, I might know a guy who...actually no. I don't know any stuntmen. Aah! You're losing it, Mitch!
[angrily grabs Muscle Man by the shirt] That's it! We have to cancel Timmy's party!
[stops Benson from throttling Muscle Man] No, wait!
Yeah. Maybe one of us can do the stunt.
[grabs Mordecai and Rigby's shirts] No, it has to be a licensed stuntman. Our insurance doesn't cover amateurs.
Well, how hard is it to get a license?
[crosses his arms] Hard. The success rate at Stuntman College is only 25%, and you guys aren't exactly stuntman material.
But if it's 25%, then one of us should be able to do it, right?
[turns red] You think you'll beat the odds like that in one day?
If that's what it'll take to make Timmy happy, then we'll do it!
Rigby: Yeah. It's the only chance we have.
We're done with all the party prep. I'll enroll us right now.
Okay, but one of you better come back with a stuntman license, or else Timmy's birthday or probably his life are gonna be ruined.
Mordecai, Rigby, another issue of Fart Weekly magazine came today, which I distinctly remembered telling you not to get sent here! They're flooding the mailbox!
Relax, man! It's natural.
Rigby's right. It's not healthy to hold it in.
Ugh! Just cancel it already!
Yo, is my tax return in there?
No. But Fives, this came for you. Now all of you stop eating donuts and get back to work!
