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| - Benson: Alright, listen up, something really big is really happening to me today. It might change my life forever, I won't bore you with the details, but you're gonna unsupervised for a few hours, so do whatever you want for lunch. Benson: What was that? Mordecai: We didn't say anything. Benson: Oh, okay. Huh. You gu..you guys were asking how... Mordecai: Nope. We're not asking you anything. Benson: Fine, I'll tell you. Gene has formerly invited me to a park managers' luncheon! Mordecai: Gene? As in Gene the rival park manager? Rigby: Gene's lame! Skips: This sounds bad. Mordecai: No, that's not it.
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| - Benson: Alright, listen up, something really big is really happening to me today. It might change my life forever, I won't bore you with the details, but you're gonna unsupervised for a few hours, so do whatever you want for lunch. Benson: What was that? Mordecai: We didn't say anything. Benson: Oh, okay. Huh. You gu..you guys were asking how... Mordecai: Nope. We're not asking you anything. Benson: Fine, I'll tell you. Gene has formerly invited me to a park managers' luncheon! Mordecai: Gene? As in Gene the rival park manager? Rigby: Gene's lame! Benson: That maybe true, but I've never been invited and it is a huge honor, not to mention very exclusive. Skips: This sounds bad. Muscle Man: I'm just gonna weigh in here for a second, [to Benson] this is a text book prank setup. Invite 'em out, get 'em comfy, then BAM! Egg in the face, or pie in the face. Something ends up in someone's face, and it's usually not good. Benson: So you think I'm not good enough to be included. It has to be a prank! Mordecai: No, that's not it. Pops: It's just Gene. Benson: No, I get it, fine. I'm not a good enough manager to be recognized. I'm glad to have that cleared up! You guys enjoy your long lunch, and next time, don't pry into my private affairs! (He walks away) Skips: So what are we gonna do about the lunch? Rigby: I was thinking pizza subs. Muscle Man: He means Benson's lunch, bro. Try to stay on the level. Mordecai: Well, I don't trust Gene, we gotta follow Benson. Rigby: And then we're getting pizza subs. Skips: Let's keep that on the table, but first, rescuing Benson. Rigby: Can we call it "Operation: Save Benson Before Getting Pizza Subs"? Skips: Yeah, we'll vote on it in the car. Mordecai: Aw, man, raking? I'd rather play video games. Rigby: Yeah, or how about Punchies? Pops: Oh, I fell! Benson: Augh! Leaves! I can't see! (He walks blindly, and Mordecai and Rigby are there behind Benson's car, raking) Wha.. What is happening? (Hi-Five Ghost throws the bug on Benson's back as it beeps) Leaves in my mouth! Huh? (He sees Mordecai and Rigby walking away) You're gonna rake up these leaves? (the wind blows the leaves, and the rake falls down) Hmph. Skips: Is the bug picking up Benson's voice? Mordecai: I don't know. Let me check. (He turns on the walkie talkie) Benson: (in walkie talkie) So ridiculous, can't even rake properly. Well, at least the other managers can get a kick out of it. Benson, how was your day? Oh, it was fine, taught some slackers a thing or two about proper rake usage. That's great, you must be good at it judging from those four-arms. Oh, nah. I used to be a drummer, so, you know it's part of the package deal, package set. No, wait, drum set! Ha! What's this on my... Ow! It's a hair. Ugh. It's so long. I knew I should've shaved this morning. Maybe, I can just pluck it out. Ah, it's bad for your pores. Hi-Five Ghost: This makes me feel uncomfortable. Pops: I'm not ready to know Benson like this.
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