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Maellard's Package

Mordecai is dressed as a pilot, steering an airplane. "Hey folks, I wanna tell you that we're 20 minutes off from our destination, and it looks like smooth sailing. So just sit back and relax. You're in good hands." He said. "Sir Mordecai, I just need your approval on these new logo designs." A man said. "Uh-huh. I approve." Mordecai said. "Thank you sir. Great work, sir." The man said. "On behalf of our crew and our pilot, we just like to thank our CEO Mordecai International Airlines, Mordecai, for making the skies that much safer and being so responsible and dedicated to his job. Let's give three cheers to Mordecai!" Someone over the intercom said. "Mordecai! Mordecai! Mordecai!" Mordecai looks smug but in reality

it turns out to be a daydream, and Benson was calling his name. "Mordecai! Mordecai! Hello?!" He asked. "Huh? Wha-?" Mordecai asked, snapping out of it. "Can you tell me what I just assigned you to do?" Benson asked. "Uhhh..." Mordecai said. "The gutters! Clean them! Pay attention next time. Anyway, that about wraps it up." Benson's phone rings. "Hello? Yes Mr. Maellard, uh-huh, important package. Today? Be there from 10 to 12. Yes, a big responsibility, we'll get it done, sir. OK, change of plans. We're gonna need someone to assign Maellard's package at the mansion. They'll have to be there from 10 to 12. Any takers?" He asked. "Important?" Mordecai asked. "Mansion? Oh! Oh!" Rigby said. "We'll take it." Mordecai said.

"Any takers? Muscle Man? Hi Fives?" Benson asked. "Sorry, but we got a brunch date with Starla and my infrequently-seen girlfriend, Celia. Her globetrotting lifestyle makes her difficult to get a hold of." Fives said. "What about us, Benson?" (Y/n) asked. "Yeah, we'll go!" Mordecai said. "Right here!" Rigby shouted. "Uh, Skips?" Benson asked. "No can do. Got an appointment at the DMV. But I still have to wait in line. What's that about?" Skips asked.

"Ooh, that sucks." (Y/n) said. "Helloooo..." Mordecai said. "We don't have to go to the DMV!" Rigby shouted. "I guess I'll have to do it." Benson said. "Oh you can't. We have a schedule appointment to pick up my grandfather clock from the repair store." Pops said. "Hey Benson, we'll do it!" Mordecai said. "We'll do it Benson!" Rigby said. "Yeah, they should be fine as long as they're under my supervision, right?" (Y/n) asked. "Ugh, fine. You're all a disappointment." Benson said to the rest.

"We didn't do anything." Muscle Man said. "But I gotta be in line at the DMV." Skips said. "(Y/n), Mordecai and Rigby can pick up the package, here's the key for the door. And here's the security code for the front gate. But you better be serious about this job. It's a big responsibility, you have to stay focused." Benson said.

"What did he just say?" (Y/n) asked the duo stubbornly. "He said to stay F-O-C-U-S-E-D! Focused make you better believe!" Rigby said, rapping. Mordecai joins in. "Our brains are working overtime to get what we need!" He rapped. "We got psychic powers with telekinesis! You know we will beat this!" Rigby rapped. "When the robot revolution comes you know we would..." Mordecai trails off, and (Y/n) face palms. "You can't even stay focused for your own song! Just watch them and have them pick up the package, (Y/n)!" Benson shouted. Later, the cart drives to the gate of the mansion.

"5, 0, 0, 2." (Y/n) said, reading the code. Mordecai types in code. The steel gate's iron bars go into the ground and the gate opens. "Woahhhh..." They drive through the front lawn through trees planted to form a $ sign. Inside the mansion there's a horse. "I almost forget how huge this place is." Mordecai said. They see a chocolate fountain with fruit on the table. "Woahhhh..." They see a hologram of a juggler. "Woahhhh..." They see a door knob collection hanging on the wall. "Eh..." They see a tiger in a cage roaring at them.

"Woah!" The trio said again for the fourth time. "This place is insane." (Y/n) said. "Look at this futuristic piano!" Rigby kicks a piano, and it starts playing. "Hey Rigby, (Y/n)," Mordecai is dancing with a suit of armor. "Check out my medieval moves, lady (Y/n)." Mordecai said, and she giggles. Rigby dresses as a pilot. "Hello lovely lady, I am "Captain Rigby." Would you like to sail this mini yacht with me?" Rigby floats on a mini yacht,