Regular Show X Reader

No Train No Gain

"Sir, your noodles are here." A voice said. "Finally. Any word on locating Pops and (Y/n)?" Anti-Pops asked. "We're still scouring the Bleisdorf Quadrant, sir." They replied. "Any word on locating the special sauce?" Anti-Pops asked. "Scouring the bag, sir. Uh, there doesn't seem to be any, sir." They said. "What? Aah. Noodle-Verse is the worst. There were no packets of special sauce in my bag. Never ordering from you again." Anti-Pops said as he was trying to make a review and goes to the submit button. "Huh? Where are the negative stars?

Noodle-Verse deserves negative stars!" Anti-Pops shouted. Anti-Pops then calls the restaurant. "Yes. Yello Customer Service? I'm trying to leave a negative-star review and-- What do you mean the lowest review is zero stars? They deserve negative five stars. Your archaic rating system does not reflect my level of hate!" Anti-Pops shouted, then knocks his phone to the floor and it levitates into the air and breaks it. Just then Anti-(Y/n) comes in. "Are you seriously whining about not being able to leave negative stars?" She asked in disbelief.

Earl gasps from the vision. "Oh, dear. They have grown more powerful than a five-star rating system can contain." He said. Later Pops and (Y/n) are standing side by side as all of their friends are holding pieces of wood. "All right, guys, go!" Mordecai said. Pops goes first, making karate chop sounds as he hits each piece of wood, only to not break any of them, and knock one over in the process. "Wait. Did you even hit it?" Rigby asked, as he examined the piece. "I don't want to break it. This board could one day grow up to be a beautiful dinette centerpiece." Pops said,

and (Y/n) face palms. "Pops, we're supposed to be training!" She said. "Cone on, Pops. Fly like a butterfly, sting like a..." Rigby began, and Pops then sees a butterfly and giggles, then runs after it. "Hey, wait, Pops. Sting like a bee, Pops. A bee!" Rigby shouted. "This isn't working." Skips said as he and the rest of the gang begin to walk off, except for (Y/n), Mordecai and Rigby. "I'm hungry." Muscle Man said. Pops continues to laugh and giggle as he plays with the butterfly, and Rigby sighs with annoyance as Earl walks over. "Our "B"s are about to be stung. And by that, I mean our butts." Earl said. "Why?"

Mordecai asked. "Anti-Pops and Anti-(Y/n) forever grow in power. We must hasten our training." Earl said. "How are we gonna do that? Even with everyone helping, it's still going slow." (Y/n) said, pointing behind her. "Have you heard of the ancient technique of training montage?" Earl asked dramatically. "Yeah, they have those in every Avengers movie." (Y/n) said. "Not all of them." Rigby said. "Okay, most then." (Y/n) said. "Masters of it could condense time and space to train faster. They could skip right over the parts where they took a break to pee." Earl said. "Yeah, sounds accurate." (Y/n) said.

"Oh, yeah. It's a film technique in which a collection of shots, cut with wipes and dissolves in quick succession, is used to condense space and time. I went to art school." Mordecai said. "You learned something like that in art school?" (Y/n) asked in slight disbelief. "Yup." He relied. "Yes, exactly. By doing this, they were able to do weeks of training in mere days to reach the next level." Earl said. "Next level?" (Y/n) asked. "Are Pops and (Y/n) gonna level up like in a video game?" Rigby asked with excitement, turning both paws into fists. "Something like that." Earl said. "Cool!" Mordecai and Rigby said. Earl sets a radio on the ground as Pops and (Y/n) stand next to each other, in front of some wood. "Ah, music. With the right track, these lessons will fly by. This is my favorite song." Earl said.

Earl's right hand then glows a blue color, then he chops the wood into pieces. "Whoa." (Y/n) said. Earl then puts the piece back. (Y/n) goes next, and cracks the wood. Earl then puts the piece back again, and Pops tries to break it, but hurts his hand instead and holds it in pain. Next, Earl flips a pancake into the air with a pan and catches it. (Y/n) goes next, and almost misses, but catches the pancake. When Pops tries, the pancake hits the ceiling and splatters. (Y/n) and Pops are trying to hold two fish bowls as they stretch their arms out. (Y/n) is able to hold hers, and Pops drops both of them onto the ground.