Ugh! Who made this garbage?
Oh, yeah. I knew we should've used more zebra.
This is terrible! I can't turn this in!
I thought you guys knew everything about music videos.
Yeah! Watching them, not making them!
Eileen, I hate to say this, but you probably gonna fail.
[His voice lowers down when he says "fail" as the camera zooms in on Eileen's face, in a horrified state of shock]
I-I've never failed a class in my life!
Eh, it gets easier after the first few times.
[Eileen sighs sadly and bangs her head on the table]
Yeah, sorry we messed this up for you.
Well, there's still an hour left. We can re-edit it?
Re-editing this isn't gonna make it work. Ugh! Think, Eileen. Think! [Flashback to what Mr. Murphy told her, back to present] There's only one way I can make this work-- Eileen's way!
Dude, that was like really close this time!
Yeah, I think I'm getting the hang of the tension in -- oh hey, Benson.
[grows completely enraged] AAAHHHHHH!!! Did you put pizza all over this house? Don't deny it. [aggressively grabs Mordecai by the Jacket and shirt] I saw you! I saw you put pizza all over this house! [grabs Rigby by the shirt] And you, you're just as guilty! Don't think I didn't see you do the whole thing! Guess what, you -- WHAT?! [angrily lets go of Mordecai and Rigby's shirts] You're cleaning it too, don't worry! GHAHH! [angrily punches pouch] YOU MAKE ME SO ANGRY! IS THAT WHAT YOU WANT?!
[clock wipe]
[furiously screaming in the garage] This is a pressure washer! You know how to use it? You better, otherwise I'm gonna fire you.
[2nd clock wipe]
You’re cleaning every last inch of this house or you’re fired./ DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR? [storms off furiously]
[sigh] Alright, let's get this over with.
All right, time for your assignments. Skips, set up the table. Muscle Man and Hi-Five Ghost, go buy balloons. Mordecai and Rigby, you're picking up the cake.
Yup, it's prepaid and everything. All you have to do is pick it up. Just give them the receipt and bring the cake back. That's it.
BBoth
Pickin' up the cake, pickin' up the cake!
Pickin' up the cake, gonna do it great!
Just pick up the cake and try not to ruin my big day.
I though it was Maellard's day.
JUST PICK UP THE CAKE!!!!!!!!
Thomas; Oh, There you guys are.
Benson: (turning red) DID I NOT MAKE MYSELF PERFECTLY CLEAR?!! PAPA EAGLE IS OUT THERE AND NO CAKE AND NO GUESTS! WHAT KIND OF "SURPRISE PARTY" DO YOU NOT UNDERSTAND?!!?
It'll be fine! We just had a few setbacks. There was this angry woman...
And these shaggy-looking business guys...
But C.J. and Eileen helped us to make this better cake. It's just a little too big to get out the door.
But now we got this teleporter, so--
Red ARE YOU Red THIS WHOLE SURPRISE PARTY PLANNED OUT AND NOW THERE'S NO SURPRISE!!!!
Red FORGET THE TELEPORTER!!!![Benson snatches the teleporter]
No! We can still save the party!
[The three wrestle over the device teleporter which finally goes off and the teleports the cake and everyone else out of the room]
[through walkie-talkie] Bad news! Benson, come in!
[on walkie-talkie] This better be important. I'm in the middle of something.
It's the statue! It's gone!
What?! [cut to the gang standing in front of where the statue of Curtis Montgomery has been stolen; throws his clipboard on the ground, angrily] Ugh! I can't believe Gene did it again!
Gene's the prank obsessed manager from our rival park. Every year, he and his goons steal the statue of Curtis Montgomery, and we have to go recover it.
Wait, who's Curtis Montgomery?
He's the park's founder. [shows him a postcard picture of Curtis Montgomery punching a bear in 1851]
Thomas, you're just an intern. You're not necessary in this one. Besides, we already have a backup plan. Suit up, you guys, we're going with Operation Alien Strike Force.
Yes! I knew we'd do one of mine eventually.
Well, we only have enough costumes for the six of us.
Plus, there's no time to brief you and this plan is air tight! You'll just be dead weight.
[Everyone runs off, except for Thomas and Benson]
Just go take a seat in my office and wait for me there, okay? I still need to talk to you when we get back.
I am necessary. I just need to prove it.
[Mordecai walks up to the front desk, and the concierge hands him the phone]
MMMatchmaker McIntyre
Matchmaker McIntyre here, CEO of Couple Corral. This is not a recording.
MMcIntyre
We noticed earlier you deleted your profile. So sad to see ya go. We really appreciate your business, so I'm beggin' ya to rejoin.
[Talking over McIntyre's voice] Hello? Hello?
MMcIntyre
If you come back to us today, you'll get free romantic coupons. To rejoin, say "yee-haw!" To cancel, say "adios".
[Mordecai hangs up, and the screen pans over to show McIntyre standing behind him]
MMcIntyre
Told ya I wasn't a recording! What do ya mean "adios", pardner?
Uh, I don't need Couple Corral anymore. I'm in a relationship now, so...
MMcIntyre
Here's what I'm thinkin'. Break up with CJ.
MMcIntyre
Break up with her and rejoin my site! [Wraps an arm around Mordecai] Couple Corral could help you find somebody better.
MMcIntyre
Will you be though after we dredge through her profile? [Takes out his phone] Okay, let's see what we dig up here.
[McIntyre shows Mordecai photos of CJ with different hairstyles.]
Isn't keeping her information, like, really illegal?
MMcIntyre
You'd think. [He stops on a photo of goth CJ] Whoa! How do you expect her to be committed to you when this girl can't even commit to a hairstyle?
[Shoves McIntyre away] So? I like CJ. Now leave me alone.
[Mordecai walks away, and McIntyre glares at him menacingly.]
That's what you called me down for? No, Mom. No, she isn't.
Oh, good! She can have some of my prized meatloaf.
Yeah, normal. Ever heard of it? Let's not go nuts here, okay?
Don't worry. Let me show you the dessert. [shows him a cream pie topped with berries spelling C.J.'s name and he gasps mortified] See the berries spell out-- [Mordecai quickly scarfs the pie with his bare hands] Hey! Stop! What are you doing?!
[with his mouth full] Sorry. It just looks so good you know? I couldn't wait. You still got it, Mom!
You're lucky I have… a backup! [shows him a gelatinous dessert of C.J.'s likeness] Think she'll like it? It was hard to get all her features. Gelatin is such an unforgiving medium. [as Mordecai quickly runs back upstairs to his room] But luckily, I got a bunch of her photos off the Internet.
[2 1/2 hours later; Mordecai, his parents, and C.J. are eating meatloaf for dinner at the dining table…]
WWilliam
He kept running and running.
And he shoots the ball into the other team's basket!
[C.J. and Mordecai's parents all laugh while Mordecai pounds his fist on the table and groans in embarrassment]
[laughs] Oh, memories. I've been collecting them, you know, C.J.
Yeah. [playfully elbows Mordecai] I'm collecting a few interesting ones myself.
No, I mean on tape. It's called "Mordy Moments." [the words echo into Mordecai's head; Flashback… she holds a cassette reading "Mordy Moments" while Mordecai, William, Uncle Steve, and Aunt Maxine are all sitting on the couch] Okay. Who's ready for some "Mordy Moments?" [inserts the cassette into the VCR and sits on the couch with her family]
