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The (Y/n) Plan

At Olivia's house, Mordecai is heard laughing. He is having pizza and soda with Anna, Olivia, (Y/n), Margaret, Rigby and Eileen. "Wait, wait, wait. Yo, Rigby. What does this remind you of?" He pretends to sleep with his head on the pizza box he's holding. "What?" Rigby asked. "What?" Rigby asked. "Your 7th-grade science project on which pizza box makes the best pillow!" Mordecai said. "What?" Olivia asked. "Dude, I made ground-breaking discoveries with that project." Rigby said.

"Come on, Rigby. We've all done embarrassing stuff. You know, when I was a kid, I used to peel the pepperoni of a pizza and eat it separately." Margaret laughs. "Geez." She said. "Mmm, ok?" Anna asked. "That's not really that embarrassing, Margaret. I mean, if you want embarrassing, there's this manifesto (Y/n) wrote when she was younger. Wait, I think I still have it." Olivia runs to her room. Shuffling is heard. She comes back with the manifesto. "Here it is! The (Y/n) Plan." Margaret leans in to take a look, and Anna laughs. "Oh man! I forgot about this!" She said. "Oh god..." (Y/n) said. "Oh, woooow." Margaret reads.

"I, (Y/n) (L/n), do hereby swear to accomplish the following by the end of my first quarter century on planet Earth." She read. The others have gathered round. "1. Lower age of presidential eligibility to 25. 2. Achieve presidency." The six laugh. "Tell me, how's it coming with those?" Margaret asked. "Hey, I've still got time." (Y/n) defended. "Yeah, you can totally do that stuff by the time you're 44." Rigby said. "What? No, a quarter century is 25 years." Olivia said. Rigby chuckles. "Yeah, I knew that." He clears his throat and looks at the manifesto. "Number 3: Marry someone brilliant (preferably with several pants under his belt)"?" Rigby asked. "Patents." Anna corrected. "Oh, patents." He continues to read. "But just super smart is okay, too"?" Olivia, Anna, Mordecai, Eileen and Margaret laugh. Olivia clasps her paws over her eyes. "Oh, man! (Y/n) doesn't even know anyone like that, much less is married to him!" She said.

Rigby laughs nervously. "Yeah, pretty funny." He hands the manifesto to Mordecai. "Number 4: Eliminate allergic responses to peanuts." As Mordecai is reading, Rigby appears dumbfounded from what he has seen in the (Y/n) Plan. Later, Mordecai and Rigby are in their room at Pops' house. Rigby is wide awake on his trampoline bed. "Hey, Mordecai..." Mordecai is snoring fast asleep in his bed. Rigby gets out of his bed. "Hey, Mordecai..." He continues to snore. "Hey, Mordecai." He wakes up. "Ugh, what?!" He asked. "Do you think I'm dumb?" Rigby asked. "Yes." Mordecai snores back to sleep. "Ok, yeah.

I thought so. I was just checking." He gloomily walks back to his bed and sits down. Mordecai wakes up and sighs. "No, you're not dumb. I was just kidding. You're...smart?" Rigby looks back perked up. "In your own way?" He returns to his gloomy state. "Dude, where is this coming from?" Mordecai gets out of bed. "You've always been cool with being dumb." He said. "It's just... " he sighs. "The (Y/n) Plan." He shifts on his trampoline to face Mordecai. "Even if I was smart in my own way, which I'm not, I'm still not brilliant. I have zero patents or pants." Rigby said. "You're overreacting, man. (Y/n) doesn't care about that stuff anymore." Mordecai said. "But her sisters don't know I didn't graduate from high school! If I'm ever gonna be the brilliant guy of her dreams, that's the least I can do." Rigby said.

Later Rigby is at West Anderson High School in Principal Dean's office. "So let me get this straight. You, an adult, want to enroll at this school so you can get your diploma because you're currently too dumb?" He asked. "Pretty much, yeah." Rigby said. "Not a chance, Rigby. You put me through enough grief the first time you went here." Principal Dean said. "Aw, c'mon, Principal Dean! I know I screwed up in high school, but I swear I've changed!" Rigby said. Principal Dean grunts. "Fine." He reaches into the transcript cabinet. "I shouldn't do this, but..." he takes out Rigby's transcript. "Hmmm. You still need 3 classes to graduate: a science, a Phys Ed, and a language." He holds up a school electives pamphlet. "Choose one to start.