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?
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!
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.
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!
(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.)
Mordecai: Can I wear the butt comforter?
Credits: STORY by SecretJinx. TELEPLAY by Me.