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Chapter 2

Mordecai and Rigby ran down the streets as they scurried to the park. It was a very sunny day in the highs of about 90° and the sun's light and heat were blazing on the two of them. Mordecai and Rigby saw the house where they lived at; which was also where all of the park's business took place. About three stories high, it was an average green house with a scruffy and worn out roof. You could tell that there have been repairs done to the house; due to all of the crazy things that go on in their 'regular' lives. When they reached it, Rigby started trudging along the ground, exhausted from all the running they had just commenced. Mordecai look back at Rigby and took a breath,

"RIGBY! HURRY! WE DON'T WANT BENSON TO YELL AT US! WE'RE PRACTICALLY HERE!"

Rigby grabbed a breath, "YOU'RE THE ONE WHO IS YELLING!"

Mordecai grunted and grabbed Rigby off the ground and carried him on his back. He took one step at a time up the stairs that led to the old and sturdy door of the house. Rigby looked down at Mordecai and realized how much sweat and effort he was putting into carrying him.

Hmmm… do I weigh a lot? Humph… I haven't been on a scale in ages. I should probably lay off the cola.

Rigby then realized the feathers on the blue jay and realized that they were smooth and yet drenched in sweat.

Wow, I didn't know how… good-looking… his feathers can…

Rigby shut his eyes and shook the thought out of his head as he said to himself,

NO! GO AWAY GAY THOUGHTS!

He opened his eyes to see that Mordecai had just arrived in the kitchen and sat Rigby on the ground. Rigby put up the act on still being exhausted and laid there moaning. Mordecai, who was really tired now, fell down on the ground and moaned too. The air conditioning in the house was broken so the house was so humid that they felt like they were in the tropical rainforest. The two laid there and moaned for a while as they succumbed to the heat. After a while, Mordecai opened his eyes to see someone's nasty feet in front of him.

"Hey Fives, guess who else lies in the kitchen? MY MOM!"

Muscleman and High Fives Ghost, or just Fives for short, high fived each other and laughed at the raccoon and the blue jay. Mordecai grumbled and stood up against the heat. Rigby soon followed and glared at Muscleman. Muscleman was, of course, wearing no shirt but just pants. Muscleman let out a cough that sounded like a cat with a hairball in its throat and went to get food from the fridge. Mordecai and Rigby fixed themselves up and sat at the table. Fives just floated near them on the other side of the table. Suddenly, Muscleman yelled and slammed the fridge shut. Mordecai and Rigby flinched from this, including Fives. Mordecai spoke out,

"WHAT THE H MAN? What's your problem! "

"YEAH, what's YOUR Problem?" Rigby scooted himself closer to the table and stared at Muscleman from behind. Muscleman yelled,

"THERE'S NO COOLING IN THE FRIDGE! SO THE MILK WENT SOUR! IT'S… IT'S ALL YOUR FAULTS!"

He pointed directly at Mordecai and Rigby and then he slammed his fists against the fridge again. Mordecai and Rigby yelled at him to settle down, but Muscleman refused.

Mordecai was pisted off of Muscleman's attitude and sat back down on his seat. He sundennly got an idea and held Rigby down. He whispered to him to play along.

"So Rigby, did you enjoy your meal earlier this morning at the air conditioned… coffee shop?"

Rigby got the idea and gave a smirk toward Muscleman's direction,

"Yeah… actually, I enjoyed the cappuccino and the delicious bread they had."

"Oh Rigby, do you remember drinking that cold, thirst-quenching drink which we call… oh, I forgot what it's called… oh yeah,… milk?"

"Indeed my friend, indee-"

"HEY! YOU GUYS, SHUT UP! You losers don't know when to stop messing with me!"

Muscleman turned around and smacked the fridge again and again. Mordecai and Rigby were used to this though; it's not like they haven't done this before. Rigby loved it when he and Mordecai play with people. Or, in fact, he was happy to do anything involving only the two of them. Rigby loved it especially when Mordecai messes with Muscleman. They usually did it when Muscleman, and sometimes Fives, messed with them before. The two duos were in constant battles between each other when it came to bashing each other. It was rare when they did get along.

Muscleman calmed down and glared at Rigby and Mordecai from across the room.

"Look, we'll start the day off good if you two love birds can get along with me, got it?"

Mordecai and Rigby immediately stood up and pushed their chairs away. Now they were pist. They never like being called fags, especially from Muscleman. Rigby was angry at the fact on how Muscleman was making fun of Mordecai, even if he himself was in love with Mordecai. The true irony is that none of them knew Rigby's love interest. Mordecai stepped in and countered,

"GET ALONG? PLEASE! THE ONLY TIME THAT WE WILL GET ALONG IS WHEN ZOMBIE TRASH LIKE YOU STOPS MESSING WITH US! STOP USING STUPID REMARKS SAYING THAT WERE FAGS OR YOU'LL REGRET IT, RIGHT RIGBY!" Rigby then added to that, yelling,

"YEAH, YOU'RE JUST A GUT BUSTING MAMMA'S BOY. WE'LL NEVER KNOW HOW SHE WAS ABLE TO PUT YOU INTO THIS WORLD BUT I'M SO GLAD WE DON'T HAVE TO FIND OUT!"

Fives heard enough. "Hey you can't say that to Muscleman!" He stared coldly at Rigby.

"Besides, you need to stop standing up for your Man!" Fives then started patting Muscleman on the back, who was boiling with fury. Rigby started to shake with rage and released his anger by slamming the table in front of them.

"GO AHEAD AND SUPPORT YOUR TERRIBLE AND DISGUSTING FRIEND, FIVES. IN FACT, WHY DON'T YOU SHOVE YOUR HAND UP HIS HOLE AND MAKE HIM ROTATE ON IT!"

Muscleman replied, "ALL RIGHT THAT'S IT!" and started dashing toward Rigby, only to be shoved back from Mordecai who stood in front of Rigby. Muscleman struggled and got back up with Fives and Mordecai positioned himself for any upcoming attack. Rigby saw the angry blue jay's stance and admired him for a sec. Then he automatically fixed himself in fighting condition.

Muscleman, Fives, Rigby, and Mordecai stood in front of each other, examining every detail on their enraged faces. Sweat was gliding down from their craniums as they snorted at each other. What they didn't realize was that there was someone else already in the room. The figure yelled at the top of his lungs,

"CALM DOOOWWWWNNN! ALL OF YOU! SIT DOWN RIGHT NOW OR YOU'RE FIRED!"

All four of them changed focus and saw Benson at the doorway. Benson was steaming while his face was completely red. His eyes seemed like they were bulging from their sockets as the other boys immediately sat down. Benson looked to his left and right and calmed down. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes. He calmly said,

"Look. We all need to settle down. The heat is really getting to our heads. I'm just going to ignore what happen in here. Anyway, I already have Skips fixing the AC unit, since he can practically fix anything. Until then, I need you guys to get ready because we got some work to do."

From the back, they could hear Pops, the cheery and happy British man with a big lollipop head, trying to carry in a fan that would help cool off things. Pops was actually the son of the owner who owns the park. He also shares the house with Mordecai and Rigby. Pops brought in the fan, sat it down and plugged it in. It was a very small and old fashioned fan that worked a little. Even on 'HI' mode, it blew out some cool winds. Pops got all excited when the blades started to spin and made a weird laugh.

"OOH I do fancy this fan of ours."

Pops stared closely at the fan's blades and continued to giggle. Everyone except Benson stood in front of the fan, trying to cool themselves off from the heat. Benson left the kitchen to go check on Skips in the furnace room. While he was gone, Muscleman shoved everyone out of the way and allowed his gut to cover the fan.

"EWW! THAT'S SICK MAN!" Rigby said in disgust and tried to pull Muscleman out of the way. "MOVE you FATSO! You can't have it all to yourself!"

"Yeah, Rigby's right Muscleman! Give us some room!" Mordecai joined in and assisted Rigby. Fives just floated there with Pops. Muscleman refused to move and held his position on the fan.

"NOOOOO!"

Pops commented while the three were fighting over the fan,

"You guys should use nicer words to describe someone. When I was young, we called someone like Muscleman a… wait for it… a Bloater." He giggled to his own joke but the three boys weren't paying attention to him; only Fives listened.

Benson came back and saw that the three blunder heads were fighting again, this time over a stupid fan. He stomped his way to the outlet where the fan was plugged up and he tore it out of the outlet. Everyone was frightened at Benson's furious face. It was not a pretty face.

"STOP FIGHTING OVER THIS STUPID AND PATHETIC FAN!"

He picked up the fan and threw it at the fridge. It broke into a million of small pieces and he went and started stomping on it. He then pointed at all of them and screamed,

"LEAVE AND GO DO YOUR CHORES! NOW! OR YOU ARE FIRED!"

Everyone trembled and skedaddled out of the kitchen, leaving Benson to the broken pieces of a fan that would never work again.

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Later that hour, Mordecai and Rigby sat outside in a shade that was underneath a tree and read their chore list that they've received from Benson.

"Things to do for today. Go and do trash, clean the playground, fix concessions, pick litter up near the golf area, scrub the golf cart, clean park's bathrooms, and mow sections A1-6 today. Man, how are we going to do all of that in this heat! I hate doing these chores!" Rigby pouted and drank some water from his bottle. Mordecai looked at the list and read over it again.

"Don't worry Rigs, we got this. As long as we do this as fast as we can we can have enough time to go see Rocketeers 3 and hang out with Margaret and Eileen."

"Nah. Can we just play games and skip some of the chores?"

"No, dude. I wanna be able to go see Margaret tonight with no delays. If Benson found out we skipped some chores, he would make us do even more or even fire us. You got it?"

Rigby stared at Mordecai's eyes and noticed how bad Mordecai wanted to get this stuff done with so he could go see Margaret. He stared deeply into his eyes and started thinking to himself again. He questioned himself whether to help his friend out or not. His thoughts started commenting on what to do.

Don't do it Rigby! If you help him out, he'll just have another chance to get closer to her and we know that you don't want that to happen. Besides, if he doesn't go to the movies then Margaret would have less of an interest to get to know him better.

Rigby liked the sound of the ending of his thoughts. But Rigby countered that thought with extra reasoning and continued.

No wait a minute. You have to help him dude. He's your best friend and you can't let him down. Why would you? Why try to break his heart over some avian? To have him for yourself? How cruel and selfish can you get? Even though you want him and no one else, you should be a best friend for him and let him have that chance to go see Margaret. Yes, if you do get done with the work, you might have to deal with the Mordecai getting close to Margaret again. But you made one thing happen; you made Mordecai trust and rely on you even more. And that, Rigby, is something to gain. And maybe they won't be able to hit it off and she'll look for someone different. Later on, he can talk about his feelings to you and you will have the chance to earn a better bond with him, right? Just help him, it's the best thing to do for now.

Rigby came back to earth after being shooken by Mordecai. He shook his head after Mordecai got done saying his name for the fifth time. Rigby sighed to himself an then he put up his macho attitude and said,

"Sure, Mordecai! We don't wanna miss all the action now, do we?"

Mordecai laughed and playfully punched Rigby in the arm. He commented,

"Thank goodness! I thought the heat was getting to your head. Come on, we got work to do!"

They both got up and headed to the concessions stand. Rigby kept thinking on how things might go tonight and how things might turn out. One thing for sure though, the heat wasn't really getting to Rigby's head anymore. Mordecai was on his mind instead.