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(Mordecai and Rigby are playing a video game.)

Rigby: Ugh! You beat me again!

Mordecai: Maybe if you didn't suck at video games!

(Benson takes away their game console.)

Mordecai: Hey! We were playing that!

Benson: What? This piece of junk? You can spend life more wisely than playing a stupid video game!

Mordecai: It's not junk!

Benson: Shouldn't you idiots be working anyway?

Rigby: But.......

Benson: Okay. How about you operate the garage sale? I mean, even slackers, idiots and people who should work once in their life can do this!

Rigby: I'm sorry, Benson, what? I was cleaning my ear.

Benson:(Growls.) Just sell this junk!

Rigby: Ugh! Garage sale? This sucks!

Mordecai: I know, dude!

Rigby: Let's see what we can find in this snorefest!

Mordecai: Hey, what's this black thing?

Rigby: I don't know! And don't really want to!

Mordecai:(Reads the label on the wig.): Elvis Presley wig, property of Mr. Maellard?(Covers mouth.)

Rigby: Can we please move on to the next one?

Mordecai: No problem.

Rigby: What's this pink thing with straps?

Mordecai: Dude, I think it's a bra.

Rigby: A bra?! Right. No! It's a butt comforter!

Mordecai: How can it be when, one: it's pink, and two, if you have one cheek?

Rigby: You said you'd never mention it again!

Mordecai: Dude, I'm bringing it back, one cheek wonder! Hahahahahah!

Rigby: Anyway, next one.

Woman: Ugh! What are you two doing with that bra?!

Rigby: No! It's a butt comforter!

Mordecai:(Face palms.)

Woman: I don't understand men! And to think I was going to buy something from here! Ugh!

Mordecai:(Sarcastic.) Great job, Rigby!

Rigby: Like you could've done any better!

Mordecai: Uh, yeah, a dead mouse would've!

Rigby: Is that a size joke, "Morde-Cry!"?

Mordecai: Wanna go, pipsqueak!?

Rigby: Sure, suckface!

Mordecai: Look, arguing isn't getting us any where. Can we just sell these things?

Rigby: Who would buy this crap?!

Mordecai: Good point.

(Benson walks in the garage.)

Benson: So, guys, how's the sale going?

Mordecai: Well, (muffling.) we haven't sold any thing.

Benson: What?

Mordecai: Well, there was one buyer, that wanted a bra-.

Rigby: Butt comforter!

Mordecai: Butt comforter, but was turned off by what we were doing.

Benson:(Shaking.) You've done it. I might actually kill you two! Okay. You better sell at least one item, if ya don't, you're fired! So believable!

Mordecai: Dude, we need to sell something or I'll be plucked!

Rigby: And I'll be roadkill!

Mordecai: Come on, come on!

(Mordecai notices two things.)

Mordecai: Huh! Pocko's Wacky Adventures! I loved this show as a kid!

Rigby: And The Simpletons! That was awesome!

Mordecai: Let's see what else we can find.

Rigby: Bugbats! I remember that!

Mordecai: Hey, this is actually kinda fun!

Benson: You two have better sold something by now!

Mordecai: Aw, crap, it's Benson!

Rigby:(Sarcastic.) Ya think?!

Mordecai: Anyway, we need to sell something!

Man: Hello, do you know were the restroom is?

Mordecai: Buy something!

Man: Ya know, I would've, if you weren't so demanding!

Mordecai: Let's hide it in the shed.

(Mordecai puts all of the items in the shed.)

Rigby: There this'll work!

Benson: Guys, I'm coming, if I don't see you there, you're fired!

Mordecai: Dude, let's go!

Rigby: Definitely!

(Mordecai and Rigby run very fast to the garage.)

(They make it.)

Benson: Well, I must say, I'm impressed. Let me get you a reward from the shed!

Mordecai: Th-the shed?

Rigby: Benson! Wait!

(All of the items in the shed fall on Benson.)

Benson: Raaaaaaaaaaawwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!

Mordecai: Can I wear the butt comforter?

(The End.)

Credits: STORY by SecretJinx. TELEPLAY by Me.

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