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| - Benson: This is it, people. The big day. Benson (continued): Pops? Pops: Today is my dad's birthday. Benson: Seriously? Does no one read the emails I send out? Benson (continued): Anyway, everybody knows that Mr. Maellard loves surprises. But they also know that he's impossible to surprise. Pops: It must be from his time in the war. He says he always slept with his eyes open. Benson: (Chuckles) That's why I've come up with the perfect plan. Benson (continued): Bam! 'Fake Surprise'. See, it'll go down like this. (We are shown what he is planning) Maellard will show up like.... Mr. Maellard: (Shaking Benson's hand) Hiya, Benson. I'm here to pick up Pops for my birthday dinner. Benson: And I'm gonna be all, 'What? I didn't know it was your birthday'. (Takes Maellard to the Snack Bar) That's when I'll take him to the Snack Bar where (Thomas pops up and gives Benson a cupcake to Maellard) bam! Fake surprise. (Benson drives Maellard to the house) He'll be so thrown off by it he won't suspect a thing when I take him to the real party. Mr. Maellard: Wow, Benson. That was the perfect surprise. (Hands Benson a bag of money) Here's a million dollars. Benson: Gee thanks, Mr. Maellard. You know, it was nothing really. Skips: (Clears his throat) Ahem. Benson: Uh, so yeah. That's how we're gonna do it. Pops: (Clapping) Oh, that plan sounds wonderful, Benson. Benson: Alright. Time for your assignments. Skips, set up the table. Muscle Man and Hi Five Ghost, go buy balloons. Mordecai and Rigby, you're picking up the cake. Rigby: Really? Benson: Yeah. It's prepaid and everything. All you have to do is pick it up. (Gives Rigby the receipt) Just give them the receipt and bring the cake back. That's it. Rigby: Aw, yeah! Mordecai and Rigby: ♪Picking up the cake, picking up the cake! Picking up the cake, gonna do it great!♪ Benson: Just pick up the cake and try not to ruin my big day. Mordecai: I thought it was Maellard's day. Benson: JUST PICK UP THE CAKE! Rigby: Man, this place is packed! Why does everyone need a cake so bad? Mordecai: (Looks at the receipt) Dude, check it out. This cake Benson ordered is crazy expensive. Rigby: $130?! Mordecai: Yeah. Benson's really going all out. Rigby: Hey, Mordecai, check out that line. (He points at the sign) Nobody's in it. Mordecai: It saids "Pre Paid", so yeah; let's do it. Man: I got my cake, I got my cake! Mordecai: Excuse me, I'm here to pick up a cake. Female Employee: Oh, if you have a pre paid order receipt, I can get that for you. Mordecai: Yeah, we do! Female Employee: Okay, it'll be just a minute. Female Customer: Excuse me, I was here before they were. Female Employee: Sorry ma'am, but pre paid customers take priority. Female Customer: Hey, you two! (Mordecai and Rigby look up at her) That's right, I'm talking to you, bozos. You just cut the line. Mordecai: Uuuhhhh.... Female Customer: Get back here and take a number like everybody else. Mordecai: We didn't cut in line. This is the pre paid line. Female Customer: Ho, ho. That's a fine excuse for a bunch of LINE CUTTERS! Mordecai: Look, we didn't cut, okay?! This is a separate line for people with pre paid receipts. Female Customer: But... Female Employee: Alright, here you go. Mordecai and Rigby: Woaaaaahhhh.... Female Employee: Also, you guys get our last free cake pastries. Female Customer: This is ridiculous! I've been here longer than anybody! Female Employee: I'm sorry, ma'am, but the sign says pre-paid customers get tended to first, so maybe you should learn how to read. Rigby and Everyone: WOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!! Mordecai: (Nervously) Haha, okay, thanks for the cake. Bye! Mordecai (continued): H-hey, I say this job was a piece of cake. Rigby: (Munches on the pastry) Yeah, it was. Mordecai and Rigby: Hahahahahaa. Mordecai: Hand me one of them victory pastries. Rigby: Uuuhhhh.... Mordecai: Aw, man, did you eat both of them? Rigby: Sorry, the second one just fell in my mouth. Mordecai: Augh! You're the worst. Rigby: What the?! Female Customer: LINE CUTTERS! (She picks up a cake knife) LINE CUTTERS ARE GONNA GET CUT! Rigby: AAAAAHHHH! She's got a cake cutter! Let's get outta here! Mordecai: Time to shake this cake witch! Female Customer: Wait, what does it say? I wish I could read! Alley Leader: Ooooooooooooh! Road cake! Alley Leader (continued): Time for the meeting with accounting! If we're late, Tokyo will drop the deal Come on! Mordecai: Oh, boy. Benson: Hell, Mr. Maellard. Mr. Maellard: Where's Pops? We're gonna be late to my birthday dinner. Benson: Birthday? It's your birthday today? Mr. Maellard: Yes. But I'm sure you don't have anything planned. Benson: (laughs) Of course, how could I? I only just now found out about it. Just now. But you know what? I think Pops is at the Snack Bar. Let me take you there. Mr Maellard: Mmm. Let's go see "Pops at the snack bar". Benson: Right this way. Benson (continued): I'm taking Papa Eagle out to the field. We'll be back at the nest shortly. Do you copy? Skips: (via walkie talkie) Who's the eagle again. Benson: (sighs) Maellard is the eagle. It was in the e-mail! CJ: Okay. So I get that you don't have enough money for a new cake, but you really don't know how to make one? Isn't it like, one of your food groups? Rigby: Hey! Less judgy, more cakey! Mordecai: There's not a lot of time. Can you help us or not? Eileen: Does angel food cake cool upside down? Mordecai and Rigby: Uhh... Eileen: Yes. The answer is yes. Rigby: You guys are awesome. This is even better than the cake Benson bought. He should be paying us! Mordecai: Come on, let's get this outside. Rigby: Eileen, what did you do? It doesn't fit out the door! Eileen: Hey, I can't do the math if I don't have the whole equation. Rigby: Ughhh! Benson: (via walkie talkie) I'm taking Papa Eagle out to the field. We'll be back at the nest shortly. Do you copy? Skips: (via walkie talkie) Who's the eagle again? Benson: (via walkie talkie) Maellard's the eagle. It's in the e-mail! Skips: He knows I don't do e-mail. Hi Five Ghost: Where are Mordecai and Rigby? Pops: Oh, they should have brought the cake by now. Skips: (sighs) Let's got find 'em. Pops: Oh, there you are! Muscle Man: What's the holdup, bros? Rigby: It's not our fault! The cake won't go outside! Skips: How'd it get inside? Rigby: That's not important! Mordecai: Look, we just need to get it outside before Benson shows up with Mr. Maellard. Does anyone have any ideas? Muscle Man: Way to go, dudes. You really messed up big. Hi Five Ghost: Yeah. Benson's gonna be really bummed out. Rigby: If only there was a way to--outside cake! Pops: Oh, I might have something, then! Pops (continued): Aha! Here it is! Rigby: What is it? Pops: it's my Handy Home Matter Mover. I got it in the 1950s. Salesman: Gather 'round! Gather 'round! Salesman (continued): What you see before you will revolutionize how you move things! Let me introduce the Handy Home Matter Mover! Pops: Oh, my! Salesman: Does this sound familiar? Salesman (continued): Say the missus wants to put a vase of flowers on the dining room table, but she has her hands full with the kids. Pops: Hmm. Salesman: Well all you have to do is key in the coordinates, aim and hit the switch. Pops: I'll take it! Mordecai: A teleporter?! It's perfect! Mr. Maellard: Well, I don't see Pops out here. Benson: Are you sure? Maybe you should check behind the counter. Thomas: Surprise! Mr. Maellard: That was a good one. Benson: Heh, right? And you thought I forgot your birthday. Mr. Maellard: Well, it's certainly thoughful of you to come up with this one surprise for me. Benson: It's no trouble. One surprise is the least I can do. Let's head back to the house for Pops. Mr. Maellard: Yes, I'm sure Pops is very lonely waiting all by himself. Thomas: Oh! Oh, wait for me!
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