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Pops' Favorite Planet

(Flashback)

Young Pops is looking through a telescope. "Ooh. Lovely. Papa, I just saw the most beautiful planet in the sky." He said. "Calm down. It's just a planet. And don't touch that telescope. It's family heirloom. We're gonna sell it soon." Mr. Maellard said. Young Pops gets angry, and begins to float in the air, then when he realizes this, he stops and floats back down. "Yes, papa." He then takes the telescope away.

(Another flashback)

"That planet should be visible any minute now." Pops said. Mr. Maellard drives over. "There you are, Jack." He said. "It's Pops." He replied. "I need you to come down to the tikihut with me. I got to convince some investors that I'm a family man. Hop in." Mr. Maellard said. Pops gets really angry, and a light pink glow comes out from him, but he sighs in defeat. "Oh. Yes, Daddy-o." He said.

(ANOTHER flashback)

"All right, planet, this time it's just you and me. The telescope's ready, the door is locked, and Papa is at a business retreat in Bora Bora. Nothing can stop me now." Pops said. Suddenly,  Mr. Maellard smashes through the house, startling Pops as he recoils back. "Whoa!" He shouted. "Sorry, son. Didn't know you were in there." Mr. Maellard said. "What about Bora Bora?" Pops asked. "Bora Boring is more like it! Besides, I wanted to get some work done around the house. Hyah!" Mr. Maellard smashes down more of the house. Angered, Pops begins to glow pink again and his bed from behind and telescope lift into the air. But calms down and it falls back down. Pops looks up into the sky and smiles. "Maybe next time." He said.

(Present)

The park gang is sitting on the steps as Pops stares into the distance looking starry eyed. "Okay, so that's about it for assignments. So how about some announcements, huh? So-- wait. Where's Muscle Man? I need to tell everyone that—" another paper comes out of Benson's fax. "Is that from the dome guys?" (Y/n) asked. "What do they want this time?" Skips asked in annoyance. "Everybody just calm down. Let me check it." Benson grabs the paper and reads it. "Be at the meeting soon. Got held up in my own morning meeting, if you know what I mean. Sincerely, Muscle Man." Benson read. "Seriously?" (Y/n) said.

"Hey, Benson, did you get my fax? Did you get what I meant?" Muscle Man asked, then shrieks as he falls through the steps and Benson sighs. "That's what I wanted to tell everyone. It's nothing to be concerned about, but the house is infested with an aggressive strain of termites... Uh... ...that are just a little bit poisonous." Benson said. Muscle Man yelps as they begin to crawl towards him. "Anyway, because of security reasons, the dome guys have arranged for the exterminators. They're coming today, and the house will be tented tonight. So, Pops, I'm sorry for the inconvenience, but you won't be able to sleep here tonight." Benson said.

"I beg your pardon?" Pops asked. "But we've got a reservation for you at Sleep Lodge. They've got a pool, on-call masseuse, 24-hour breakfast bar. Frankly, I wish I was staying there." Benson said. "What about us?" Mordecai asked. "Where are we gonna sleep?" Rigby asked, throwing his paws up. "Yeah, you got to leave." Benson said. "Are you serious?" (Y/n) asked, getting angry. "That's not fair!" She shouted. "Excuse me, but Pops and I were having a conversation!"

Benson shouted, and (Y/n) growls. "Benson, I can't. Tonight, I have an appointment at the park with an old friend." Pops said. (Y/n) was still angry, but her anger instantly fades and she looks over at Pops with curiosity. "Really? Who?" She asked. "I don't know her name exactly, but she's visible via telescope once every 25 years. She's pink and made of rock and is hundreds of thousands of miles wide." Pops said. "Wha...?" (Y/n) asked. "Who is this giant, magic woman?" Rigby asked. "A planet. He's talking about a planet." Mordecai said. "Oh..." (Y/n) said.

"My favorite planet. I felt a strange connection to her my entire life. If I miss her tonight, I might never see her again." Pops said. "Can't we "reschedule"?" Pops asked. "Sorry, Pops, there's no way to reshe-- reske-- dang." Benson said. "Reschedule." (Y/n) corrected. "There's no way to reschedule." Benson said. "Oh, you know what we haven't done in a while?" Mordecai asked. "Try to make triple-fried corn dogs?" Rigby asked. "No, dude. Camping. How fun would it be if the four of us camped out tonight and looked at that planet with Pops?" Mordecai asked. "That sounds like an enchanting idea." Pops said. "So...you don't want your hotel room anymore?" Benson asked. "No." Pops said. "Okay. I'll take it then. Roughing it will suit us just fine, thank you. Now, if you all don't mind, I've got a date with that 24-hour breakfast bar." Benson walks away.