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Rigby was fast asleep.
“Rigby. Rigby wake up,” Mordecai mumbled, his mind not fully awake yet.
Rigby didn't budge.
“Rigby. We're going to be late,” Mordecai threatened, shaking the raccoon out of his unconscious state.
“Hmm? What do you want?” Rigby grumbled, still lying on his trampoline.
Mordecai knew they would be extremely late if he didn't do something quickly. So, he pulled Rigby's arm and dragged him to the outside stairs. Rigby looked really scruffy, but that was normal for him. As they sat down on the steps, Benson didn't look very angry at them, even though the two were ten minutes late.
“Okay, now we can get started,” Benson began, with a slight perk in his monotone voice. “As you all know, there was a party here yesterday. So, assuming I'm correct, there's going to be a lot of trash everywhere. Therefore this is going to take up the whole work day.”
“Whole work day?” Rigby interrupted, “but me and Mordecai were going to go watch a movie at six.”
“Rigby, the work day ends at five.” Benson retorted, the perk in his voice slightly fading. “You'll have enough time afterwards, I'm sure of it. Talking about you two, I want you and Mordecai to take the bin bags to the landfill just outside of town.”
Everybody else was aware of what they were doing, so everyone else was already gone. Mordecai and Rigby assumed that the bin bags taking wouldn't be until a few bin bags were full, so they ran back inside and began to play video games.
There was a knock at the window. It was Muscle Man.
“Hey losers!” He spat, “we've got a makeshift landfill down here! If you don't hurry up I'm gonna fill your beds with the insides.”
Rigby grumbled as he forced himself off the couch. Mordecai forgot to turn the TV off, and a creepy psa appeared.
“Keep your eyes on the road. Or someone's eyes could be splattered on the road,” it said. It didn't really make much sense, but it got the word through.
Rigby placed the bags into the back of the vehicle while Mordecai started the cart. The bags filled up half of the space, so Rigby had to carry one of them on his lap.
“Eww, the bin juice is going all over me! Can we do this later? I need a shower now…” Rigby groaned, waving his hands rapidly.
“No dude, we're already super behind,” Mordecai answered, “Also, you don't even shower.”
Rigby sighed dramatically knowing his not so genius plan didn't work. Mordecai started the cart and pushed his foot on the pedal. The landfill wasn't exactly close to park, it was on the other side of town. Knowing this, Mordecai made sure they would get there and back before Benson caught onto their lateness. He drove the cart on the main dirt path to the gate, but he couldn't focus well as Rigby complained all the way there.
“Ughh, it's so smelly! I hate it,” Rigby moaned. It was getting really hard to concentrate.
Mordecai hummed the tune of ‘Summertime Loving’ to keep himself from getting distracted.
“Mordecai! I think the bin bag has a rip in it. Look!” Rigby announced. It was tempting to stare, but Mordecai knew he already had 11 points on his license.
Rigby started to get more agitated that Mordecai was obviously ignoring him.
“Hey. Are you even listening to me? I know you're trying to get out of holding the bin bag.” Rigby snapped. Mordecai wasn't listening to him.
“Listen to me!” Rigby screamed, flailing his hands about. Some strange liquid from the bag leaked from Rigby's hand to Mordecai's cheek.
“What the hell was that,” Mordecai uttered, a mix of disgust and fear.
After realising what it was, his hand drove up his face to flick the juice off. Mordecai faced Rigby and grabbed his wrist. Continuing, he splashed all the fluids onto Rigby's face, rubbing his dirty hand all over his head. They both started laughing. As they were driving, Benson crossed the road, gazing intensely at his clipboard. Benson looked to his right to see a golf cart coming full speed at him.
“GAH!” He screamed, not knowing it was already too late, his fate has been written.
Mordecai and Rigby's laughter was stopped abruptly with a sound of cracking underneath the cart. They stared at eachother with fear.
Mordecai slowly moved out of the car and looked across the hood.
“It's probably a cat or something. Nothing important at all,” Mordecai stuttered, trying to deny the truth.
It was their boss, faced down in the dirt with a large crack in his glass head. Gumballs spilled everywhere as the grasp on his clipboard loosened.
“It's not a cat. It's Benson.”