Oh, hey, Benson. Hey, Skips.
You want to explain why my phone is LEAKING?!?!
Yeah, we ment to give it back, but then a bunch of... different stuff... happened.
Different stuff?! You mean like the garbage that's all over this room?!
MRMordecai & Rigby
Uhh...
This place is a BIOHAZARD!! I want both of you to clean it up NOW!!!
Both of us?! Rigby's the one who's the slob! Look it his chimichanga! [slush]
Well, Mordecai even worse! Look at his junk at the corner! [no junk near Mordecai's bed]
[Now red] I don't care who's responsible! But you're gonna have to clean this room if you wanna keep living here, for FREE!!!
"Rigby's to-do list"? "Stay cool. Don't ever change. Have a great summer"? [Rigby snatches the paper back]
Rigby: Okay, fine. [crumbles the paper again] Garbage Hoops then. Who ever misses the trash can first has to clean the room.
Come on, Mordecai what's the big deal? It's just a little game. You're afraid of a little game?
This is your mess, Rigby. Just clean it up!
But it's our room. What's yours is mine, what's mine is-- [Mordecai grunts and snatches the paper back, flips the trash can over and slides it over to the other side of the room. He then throws the paper in a good aim to the trash can.]
Okay, sure. [Rigby gets another crumbled paper and then warms up for the throw by also grunting.]
Alright, alright! [He then closes his eyes, pants a little then throws the paper as good as he could, but then he ends up making him miss to get a hit at the center of his bedroom.]
[By not liking the idea of him almost leaving, Mordecai tackles Rigby]
DUDE! Garbage hoops was your idea. You lost, and now you have to clean the room. I'm leaving. [Rigby starts to glare while Mordecai leaves slamming the door shut, startling Rigby.]
[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!
1 HOUR LATER...
Done! [the bed collapses]
4 HOURS LATER...
[Rigby frantically hammers his bed]
8 HOURS LATER...
Done! Thanks for your help, Skips.
Yeah, don't mention it. [leaves]
[all the park members, sans Benson and Rigby ambush Johnny Allenwrench with axes, and hack him to pieces. The camera pans out to see Benson and Rigby watching the whole process]
Rigby, you're getting ALL the promotions.
PROMOTION!
Wait, did he just say Rigby was getting ALL the promoti-?
THE END
[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!
How do you do it man? You never miss!
You're just overthinking it. I've seen you do bank shots I can't believe. You're just as good as me. Maybe even better. You've always trusted your gut ever since we were kids. Why stop now?
I did trust my gut on that epic shot and I lost my trucker hat. My gut doesn't know anything. I can't rely on feelings. If I lose that rematch I'll let all my friends down.
You won't lose, Rigby. I believe in you.
Thanks, man. (Goes to try again) Time to show that square-faced sucka who's boss!
