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Rigby: Ugh! I lost again. Mordecai: Hmph! Hmph! Rigby: This stupid thing was throwing me off. (Takes a magazine that reads "Mustaches Monthly - SPECIAL HANDLEBAR ISSUE!" out of the couch.) Mordecai: Dude! Pops' Mustaches Monthly! Benson told us to deliver this weeks ago. You have to give this to Pops. Rigby: What?! Why do I have to? Mordecai: Because you're the tool who crammed it between the sofa cushions. Rigby: I can't get up now. I'm going to lose this sweet butt cheek groove I've been working into this couch! It looks just like me! (The butt cheek mark on the couch is visible.) Rigby: Hmph hmph.

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  • Rigby: Ugh! I lost again. Mordecai: Hmph! Hmph! Rigby: This stupid thing was throwing me off. (Takes a magazine that reads "Mustaches Monthly - SPECIAL HANDLEBAR ISSUE!" out of the couch.) Mordecai: Dude! Pops' Mustaches Monthly! Benson told us to deliver this weeks ago. You have to give this to Pops. Rigby: What?! Why do I have to? Mordecai: Because you're the tool who crammed it between the sofa cushions. Rigby: I can't get up now. I'm going to lose this sweet butt cheek groove I've been working into this couch! It looks just like me! (The butt cheek mark on the couch is visible.) Rigby: Hmph hmph.
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  • Rigby: Ugh! I lost again. Mordecai: Hmph! Hmph! Rigby: This stupid thing was throwing me off. (Takes a magazine that reads "Mustaches Monthly - SPECIAL HANDLEBAR ISSUE!" out of the couch.) Mordecai: Dude! Pops' Mustaches Monthly! Benson told us to deliver this weeks ago. You have to give this to Pops. Rigby: What?! Why do I have to? Mordecai: Because you're the tool who crammed it between the sofa cushions. Rigby: I can't get up now. I'm going to lose this sweet butt cheek groove I've been working into this couch! It looks just like me! (The butt cheek mark on the couch is visible.) Mordecai: I'm not going up those stairs, dude. Rigby: Fine, let's play rock-paper-scissors for it. (Rigby plays paper and Mordecai plays rock.) Rigby: Hmph hmph. Mordecai: (groans) Whatever. (Rigby plays the video game as Mordecai approaches Pops' room. We hear water running.) Mordecai: Pops. Yo, Pops. I found your Mustache Monthly. (Puts Pops' Moustaches Monthly on a chair and turns his head around, before seeing Pops, just out of the shower and naked.) Aaaaagh! Pops: Aaaaagh! Mordecai: Aaaaagh! Pops: Aaaaagh! Mordecai: Aaaaagh! (In all the confusion, he now catches a glimpse of Pops' junk mail".) Pops: Aaaaagh! (Pops covers his "junk mail" with his hat. Mordecai covers his eyes. They both try to leave but they're in each other's ways".) Mordecai: (breathing) Uh... uh... uh... uh... Pops: (breathing) Uh... uh... uh... uh... (Mordecai finally escapes Pops' room as Pops goes into his bathroom. Mordecai goes downstairs and sits on the couch.) Mordecai: Stop playing for a second! When I went upstairs, Pops was getting out of the shower. Rigby: Yeah, so? Mordecai: And he didn't have a towel. Rigby: Ewww! Mordecai: I tried not to look and just give him the magazine but I saw his... Rigby: His junk mail? Ha ha ha ha ha ha! Mordecai: No, dude, I'm mentally scarred. It's like the image is glued in the inside of my eyelids. Every saggy, wrinkled, shriveled, pasty... Rigby: Whoa, whoa! Don't put it in my head! Mordecai: This is your fault! You have to help me. Rigby: I'll help you to forget it if you promise to stop talking about it. Mordecai: Deal. (They shake hands.) Rigby: What you need is some Strong Johns! Mordecai: Let's do it. Mordecai: Ugh! (He runs away.) Rigby: Mordecai, wait! (Sighs) Rigby: If this doesn't take your mind off of Pops, nothing will. Mordecai: What, coffee? Thanks, dude, but I don't see how... Rigby: (turns Mordecai's face to the other way) No, dude. Margaret. Margaret: (While taking an order) So, that's two sandwiches and one soda. Rigby: Hmmm? Hmmm? Mordecai: All right. Rigby: (while shaking Mordecai) Hmmm? Hmmm? Hmmm? Hmmm? Mordecai: (pushes Rigby) All right. It worked. Margaret: Hey, guys! Margaret: Can I get you something to drink, Mordecai? Mordecai: Aaaaargh! (runs away) Rigby: Come on, let's get some movies. That'll get your mind off Pops! Mordecai: (Cut to a bunch of movie covers with naked Pops on them) Aah! (Cut to another row of naked Pops movie covers) Ohh! (Covers his eyes) Ohh! Rigby: See anything you like? Mordecai: NO! Rigby: I'll go see if they have Good Cop, Sad Cop. (While Mordecai groans, Rigby goes to the checkout. We see a man watching Planet Chasers: Starlight Excellent.) Hey, man, have any copies of Good Cop, Sad Cop? (The employee won't respond.) Hello? VG: Sure, man. Let me check for you. (Types on his keyboard to check for Good Cop, Sad Cop.) Rigby: So, no then? VG: Oh, yeah. No. Rigby: All right. Just these and whatever my friend's getting. (Cut to Mordecai looking at a Cowboyz poster. He groans like he saw naked Pops instead of the cowboy.) Rigby: I guess just these. (Pushes over the movies and notices the TV.) What are you watching? VG: Planet Chasers: Starlight Excellent. Rigby: Is it good? VG: I watch Planet Chasers: Starlight Excellent all day everyday. All day, everyday... Rigby: Aw, how do you watch that? It's like barfing rainbows in my eyes! VG: I watch Planet Chasers: Starlight Excellent all day, every day. Rigby: You already said that. VG: I watch it all day, every day. Rigby: Dude, you already said that. Don't you remember? VG: All day, every day. Rigby: What?! VG: I watch it all day, every day. VG: Every day. Rigby: Woah! Rigby: I'm just gonna borrow this. Rigby: Trust me, man. This will make you forget. Mordecai: (covering his eyes) No, no. I'm not looking at anything ever again. Every time I open my eyes, I see Pops naked. Rigby: Just give it a chance. Mordecai: No! Rigby: Look at it! Look at it! Look at it! Mordecai: Get off! I'm not looking at a stupid-- (Mordecai opens his eyes wide and sees Planet Chasers: Starlight Excellent on screen in all its glory. He is spellbound and his pupils expand to massive proportions.) Rigby: Yes! (Each film cel shows a piece of Mordecai's memory. Rigby tries to grab one, but things spiral out of control and Mordecai floats in the air, with film still flying into the TV. The music from Planet Chasers: Starlight Excellent grows faster and faster until finally everything stops and Mordecai drops onto the couch, the TV off.) Rigby: Did it work? Rigby: Mordecai! Do you remember seeing Pops naked? Pops naked? Nude? In the buff? Naked Pops, naked Pops, naked Pops! (Mordecai doesn't respond. His head is slumped onto his chest.) Awesome! Dude, it totally worked! Up high! (Mordecai doesn't take the hi-five.) Let's... get you some coffee. Rigby: Margaret! The usual: two coffess, please. Better make that espresso. Margaret: Hey Mordecai, you're back! Feeling better? Margaret: (nervously) Mordecai? Eileen: Oh my gosh, is Mordecai ignoring you? Margaret: Is it just me, or does Mordecai look like he's been working out? Rigby: Mordecai, snap out of it. We're finally gonna have some fun! Just two friends hangin' out, lettin' the good times roll! Like old times! Rigby: Augh! Gimme back my friend! Rigby: He's been like this ever since he watched a video. And now he doesn't remember any of the stuff we used to do! Skips: Video? It wasn't Planet Chasers: Starlight Excellent, was it? Rigby: Uh... Yeah, why? Skips: We have to watch the tape. Rigby: We're in! Wait, where are we? Mordecai: We're in the tape, dude! Rigby: Mordecai! Dude! We're here to rescue you! Mordecai: What's the point? Whether I'm in here or out there, I can't forget about seeing Pops naked. Rigby: Augh! You're still thinking about that? Get over it already. Mordecai: You don't get it, dude! It's not something you can just un-see. Skips: We have to change your memory. Mordecai: What do you mean? Skips: If we find your memory of Pops and cover it, you won't remember seeing him naked. Mordecai: Where do we start? Skips: Your memories are over there. Mordecai and Rigby: Woah. Rigby: Weird. Rigby: Why are we in the coffee shop? Skips: These are his memories. Rigby: Woah! (sees Mordecai whaling on him on a table) Oh, yeah, I remember that too. Skips: This isn't the memory we need. Mordecai: Yeah. We need to find Pops' room. Rigby: Easy: let's go back to the house. There's the exit. VG: All day, every day. (quieter) All day, every day. Skips: Memory isn't logical. We'll have to keep looking 'til we find the- Mordecai: The house! We're getting closer. Mordecai, Rigby and Skips: Pops' room! Rigby: Oh, gross! Skips: Quick! Cover him with that blanket! Mordecai: What... the...? Skips: Get him! Crowd of Bensons: You idiots... if you don't clean this place up... you're fired! You're fired! You're fired! (repeats) Hang on... you're fired! (keeps repeating) Rigby: (while sprinting) Pops isn't really like this. We're never gonna catch him! How come he's so fast? Mordecai: I don't know! I just remember everything happening really fast. Like, I put down the magazine and all of a sudden Pops was there. It was just like he uh-- (Mustaches Monthly flies from the sky and hits Mordecai in the face.) Huh? Rigby: (gasps) That's it! Just start remembering stuff, dude? Mordecai: What? Skips: You have to use your memories to catch Pops. Rigby: Think of something! Rigby: Think harder. Mordecai: I'm trying! Rigby: Yes! Rigby: He's still too fast! Skips: Remember something to block his path. Mordecai: I can't! Rigby: Remember that time we ate all that cereal? Mordecai: Yeah, we must have eaten like a million boxes because you wanted that lame Strong Johns figurine. Mordecai: Uh... I remember when Margaret had that gigantic boyfriend! Rigby: Nice! Mordecai: Margaret's boyfriends were always really lame. Skips: We have to cut off his path. Mordecai: Uhhh... I remember that crazy steep cliff at the end of the park! (A huge cliff ramps upwards.) Ha ha, now he's got nowhere to go. Rigby: He's not slowing down! Rigby: Now what? Rigby: Dude, what are you doing?! Mordecai: Getting rid of that memory. Mordecai: I did it! I caught him! Mordecai: Uh... uh... I remember the time we ripped a hole in that kid's bouncy castle! Rigby: Did it work? Mordecai: Yeah, I think so. How do we get out of here, Skips? VG: I think I can help. Rigby: It's the guy from the video store! VG: There's a tape sticking out of that wall over there. Grab onto it and you should be home free. Rigby: Don't you wanna leave, too? VG: Nah. I'm kinda into not having to work for the rest of my life. Mordecai: Here goes... (The Planet Chasers: Starlight Excellent theme plays as the tape reels fly back out of the TV and into the bodies of Mordecai, Rigby, and Skips on the couch) Mordecai: It's gone! Naked Pops is gone! I don't remember it anymore! Benson: What did you guys do? What is this mess? I can't even take a shower around here without you guys screwing things up-- es:Borrando la Memoria/Transcripción
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