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| - (This episode starts when Mordecai and Rigby were at The Coffee Shop watching the Fist Pump commercial on the TV. The music is very similar to Hold The Line by Toto) Rigby: Yes! Fist Pump! Mordecai & Rigby: Heh heh heh heh. Yeah, yeah! (Continue fist pumping until the music ends). Heh heh heh heh heh! Announcer: (Spoken very fast) Listen up, pump heads, Fist Pump is coming to Slammers! They just got out of jail, and rehab, and now they're back, and ready to rock your 11-through-15 year old pants off! That's our demographic: get over it! That's right! Fist Pump live! Other Announcer: Live! Announcer: At Slammers this Friday! Other Announcer: Friday! Announcer: Be there or be a loser! Mordecai: Ha ha ha, there's gonna be so many losers at that concert. Rigby: We have to go to that concert. Mordecai: Seriously? Dude, they were cool in the 3rd grade. But now- Rigby: Correction, they're cool in any grade, but you wouldn't know that. Probably because you hate yourself or something. Mordecai: Dude, we don't have the money for those tickets. Rigby: Doesn't even matter! We can figure out a way, but you're too busy figuring out a way to hate yourself. Mordecai: Why do you wanna go so bad? Rigby: Going to this concert could be the biggest moment of my life. Mordecai: Wow, sounds like your life sucks. Rigby: SHUT UP! Mordecai: Heh heh heh heh. Margaret: Hey, guys! Mordecai: Hey, Margaret. Margaret: Were you guys talking about the concert? Rigby: We were talking about a concert. Is the concert you're talking about Fist Pump? Margaret: Ha ha, yeah, cool. Mordecai: Wait, you're going? Margaret: Yeah I am. I know they're kinda old but I remember them from when I was a kid. Besides, everyone is gonna be there. It's gonna be fun. You guys gonna go? Mordecai: I'm totally gonna go. Rigby: Oh so now you're gonna... (Mordecai punches him) Owww... Mordecai: We'll be there! Margaret: Cool....see you guys there. (she walks away) Mordecai: Yeah....see ya. Rigby: I can't believe you're going to a Fist Pump concert just for some lady pecs! Mordecai: Rigby, one day you'll be old enough to understand the real reason that people go to concerts. Rigby: Whatever, it's it's to listen to music: I already know that. Now, how are we going to get the money for those tickets? Mordecai: Dude, it's gonna be easy. We just have to work some extra hours. Rigby: Extra work? I don't even like regular work. Mordecai: Do you like Fist Pump? Rigby: Yes. Mordecai: Hmm, then you like extra work. Rigby: Hmm, fine. Mordecai: Hmm! Hmm! Rigby: Hmm! Hmm! Mordecai & Rigby: Hmm! Hmm! Benson: Let me get this straight. You and Rigby want me to give you overtime, and even though you can't even finish the regular amount of work that you normally have, you want me to add on even more. Mordecai: Yes. Benson: Ah ha ha!-- no. Rigby: Ah, come on Benson, please. Fist Pump is playing at Slammers and we don't have enough money for tickets. Benson: Ha ha, are you serious? Fist Pump? You know what kind of people go to those concerts? Muscle Man: Whoo! That's right ladies, we got two tickets to Fist Pump. See ya later, grandmas! Rigby: (grunts aggressively) Benson, you listen and you listen good. (Drops to the ground and pleads) Please Benson, please give us overtime! Please? Benson: What is the big deal? It's just some talentless band. Skips: Actually they aren't that bad - not that I'm into that stuff. We are pretty backed up though. I think you should give them the work. Pops: Oh, I agree. I say if they want to see 'Pump Fist', then let them see 'Pump Fist'. Benson: (sighs) Fine. You can work overtime. Mordecai & Rigby: Ohhhhh!!! Benson: Here's a list of things we need done, when you finish them, you'll get your money. Mordecai & Rigby: Ohhhhh!!! (They leave) Benson: (sighs) Idiots. Rigby: Dude, I'm fading fast. Mordecai: Don't worry dude. We just got to fight it with coffee. Mordecai: Two for Fist Pump. Guy in ticket stand: $400. Mordecai & Rigby: What?! Mordecai: But I thought they were 50! Guy in ticket stand: $50 tickets are sold out. All that's left are Super Deluxe front row seats. Mordecai: Aw man! Rigby: No, no, no! Mordecai, wait, wait man, we can't give up. Fist Pump! Mordecai: I know dude, but I just don't want to work anymor--. Oh my.. Mordecai: Maybe I could work a little more. All right dude, let's do this. Mordecai: You're lucky I care about lady pecs. Mordecai: Benson, we need more money. Rigby: (Takes a sip of coffee) Yeah, give us more money. Benson: There's no more chores left. Unless... you want to mow the lawn. Mordecai & Rigby: The lawn?! Mordecai: Aw, what? That'll take forever. Benson: Here's the keys. You know where the mower is. (He throws the keys to the duo. They hit Rigby on the face and he moans in pain.) Good luck. (Benson drives away on the golf cart) Mordecai: Hmm, hmm. Who needs luck when we have coffee? Mordecai & Rigby: (weakly) Ohhhhhh... Rigby: Dude, seriously though, my eyes won't stay open anymore, and I think we're almost out of coffee. Mordecai: Nonsense dude, we got plenty of coffee. (Tries to take a sip from the coffee pot, but there is no more coffee, and he lays on the ground) Rigby: Mordecai, what happened? Mordecai: (weakly) Need more coffee. Need more Margaret. Rigby: (weakly) Fist Pump... Giant Coffee Bean: Coffee, coffee! GCB: Coffee? Interpreter: Greetings, fellow Fist Pump fans! May we help you get some tickets? Mordecai: What? Who are you? Giant Coffee Bean: Coffee, coffee. Interpreter: As you can see, I am a giant coffee bean. I can bring you caffeine. Do you accept? Mordecai: Wait, what? Giant Coffee Bean: Coffee coffee, coffee coffee coffee, coffee coffee, coffee coffee coffee. Rigby: Ah, cool, a contract, let's sign it! Mordecai and Rigby: Yeah, yeah! Yeah yeah yeah! Yeah, yeah, yeah! Yeah! Mordecai: Aw, man, I didn't know deluxe tickets were coated in diamonds. Rigby: So cool. Interpreter: Where are the other two tickets? Rigby: (shocked) Aw jeez! Rigby: There's no 'other tickets', man. We only had enough for two. Interpreter: But we had a contract! Rigby: (screams) Woooooo!!! Fist pump! Mordecai: (normal voice) Woo Fist Pump. Giant Coffee Bean: (angrily) Coffee coffee coffee! Rigby: Dude, check it. Bang bang! Dude, I've got two if you want to take one to the concert. Interpreter: Mordecai and Rigby, we are very excited for you to be the ones to see Fist Pump. Please accept this coffee to help you make it through concert. Mordecai & Rigby: Thanks! Mordecai: Hey, what the—this isn't coffee! Interpreter: No, it's camomile tea. The sleepiest of all teas! Mordecai: Rigby, get the—oh... Mordecai: ... tickets. Mordecai: Hey! Mordecai: Rigby, come on, they got the tickets! Come on, let's go, let's go! Rigby: (frustrated and tired) Fist Pump! Rigby: Now what are we supposed to do? Mordecai: Come on. I have an idea. Benson: You morons get back here and help me pick up my gumballs! Giant Coffee Bean: (threateningly) Coffee. (Subtitles display - "Take Care Of Them") Mordecai: Give us the tickets! Interpreter: (nervously) Eh, Mordecai and Rigby. Fancy seeing you here. Mordecai: A chainsaw, are you serious?! I mean, what's up with the chainsaw? Giant Coffee Bean: (angrily) Coffee! Coffee coffee! Interpreter: Why didn't you buy us tickets? Mordecai: What are you talking about? We never said we'd buy you tickets! Interpreter: But we had a contract. Rigby: Shut it! Mordecai: You know, at first I thought you were cool, but now I know that you're both total losers. Rigby: Everybody hates you. Mordecai: Oh, and I just realised something. Interpreter: What?! Mordecai: Your coffee sucks. Mordecai and Rigby: Ohhhhhhh!!! Llama Guy: 'Sup, Mordecai? Mordecai: Hey dude. Rigby: Dude, there they are! Rigby: We did it! Fist Pump! Fist Pump! Mordecai: I wonder where Margaret's sittin'? Mordecai: Aw, sick, it's all sweaty! Muscle Man: Wooooo! I just threw my shirt! Muscle Man: Bring out Fist Pump! Let's do it! Margaret: Hey, Mordecai! Mordecai: Hey, Margaret! Fist Pump! Margaret: Mordecai, you have to meet my boyfriend, Slasher! Margaret: Hey, Slasher, that's my friend Mordecai. Slasher: You should tell your friend he should stop pumpin' it in the wind and start pumpin' it at the gym. Margaret: (angrily) Don't be such a jerk. Slasher: (quietly, to Mordecai) You're dead! Mordecai: (laughs nervously and sinks into his seat) Oh, this sucks. Rigby: (slurring) Aw, don't worry about her, you'll get another chance. Rigby: Hahaha, woo! Rigby: Dude, wake up! They're about to come out! (Rigby's eyes narrow) Rigby: Wait... must... stay awake... must... see best band of all... time! Hngh! (resigned) Aw, crap. Fist Pump singer: 'Ello! We are Fist Pump! One, two, three, four! es:Boletos con Cafeína/Transcripción
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