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| - Rigby: So, T.G.I.F., am I right? Mordecai: Dude, it's 10 AM, Tuesday. Rigby: Oh, yeah. Tuesdays ain't good for nothing. (Margaret and Eileen walk by.) How 'bout you, Margaret, weekend plans? Margaret: My weekends are all booked up now. I'm using them for studying. I have to get serious if I want to transfer out of junior college. Mordecai: When are we ever going to hang out? Margaret: Sorry, I don't know. Tonight's my last free night, but whoever heard of hanging out on a Tuesday? I should probably just study. See ya. (She leaves.) Rigby: Man, what's wrong with her? Why would you do that to yourself? Eileen: Rigby, she needs our support! Rigby: You heard her, Eileen. She wants to transfer colleges. What if we never see her again? (Then the words echo in Mordecai's mind and the tone gets lower. Mordecai starts to worry about never seeing Margaret ever again.) Right, Mordecai? Yo, Mordecai! Mordo, buddy, are you alright? Mordecai: Guys, it's Margaret's last night of freedom! Let's surprise her with the biggest party of her life. Rigby: Dude, yeah! Eileen: That's a great idea! Mordecai: Whooooaaaaaa! Mordecai, Rigby and Eileen: T.G.I. Tuesday! Margaret: Huh? Mordecai: She gets off work at eight tonight, so we only have a few hours. First, let's get supplies. Mordecai, Rigby and Eileen: T.G.I. Tuesday. (Mordecai, Rigby and Eileen go to Party Central USA, with only nine hours until Margaret's shift is over) Mordecai: All right, they got Friday, Saturday, Sunday. Wow, even Monday. Aw, what? Nothing for Tuesday?! Muscle Man: Hey, ladies, and Eileen. Mordecai: Muscle Man, what are you doing here? Muscle Man: I like to hang around here on my day's off. You know, see where the party's at. Yo, Jessie, where's the party at? Jessie: For the hundredth time, I just work here. Muscle Man: He'll budge. What are you lamers doing here? Eileen: We're setting up a party for Margaret tonight. Muscle Man: But it's Tuesday. (He slurps his drink.) Rigby: Yeah-a! After tonight, Tuesday is gonna be the new Friday. Muscle Man: (Spits out his drink) That's bold, bro. This party gets the Muscle Man seal of approval. You chumps need help with anything? I bet you chumps do. Mordecai: Can you make sure people hear about it? We need a huge turn out. Muscle Man: Huge is my and my mom's middle name. I'll see you jerks tonight. (He throws his drink on the ground.) Muscle Man "Huge" Sorrenstein out! Whooo! Eileen: Great, now we just need a venue. Mordecai: Hmm, hmm. We'll check all the coolest clubs in town. There's no way they're booked on a Tuesday night. (Mordecai, Rigby and Eileen go to the No Club Club with only eight hours until Margaret's shift is over) Club Bouncer 1: Sorry, fellas, but this base is reserved for shuffleboard on Tuesdays. Club Bouncer 2: Women's bridge night. Club Bouncer 3: You understand that permanently banned applies to Tuesdays too, right? (Mordecai, Rigby and Eileen go to The Worst Club.) Club Bouncer 4: No! Ain't nobody in this town gonna hold a party on a Tuesday. You hear me?! Nobody! Ahhhhhhh! Eileen: These burritos taste like failure. Mordecai: Well, do you know what I think? I think they taste like hope. There's got to be a place for Margaret's party. Benson: Well, well, well. Look at these slackers. Not you, Eileen. I don't know if you're a slacker. Mordecai: Look Benson, we'll planning for something important. Benson: Wow, sounds really important. Mordecai: Yeah, so if we can postpone it... Benson: So you don't want the special assignment? Rigby: Right. Benson: You don't want to board up the old ballroom? Mordecai: Exact–– Mordecai, Rigby and Eileen: Ballroom?! Benson: Yep, the Parkside Lux. This ballroom used to host the most elegant balls in its day. Rigby: Whoa, were they big? Benson: Oh, they were huge! Rigby: (Snickers, then Mordecai punches him.) Ow! Mordecai, Rigby and Eileen: Whooaaaa. Benson: Last guests trashed it, as you can see. Nearly bankrupt at the park. Mordecai: I wonder who Charlene was? Rigby: Hey Eileen, check this out. (Grabs a bra, and they laugh.) Benson: This place is impossible to clean. Believe me, I tried. That's why it needs to be boarded up. Mordecai: But, Benson, this place is perfect for Margaret's party. Can we please use it? Benson: If you can clean it. Mordecai, Rigby and Eileen: Awesome! Benson: (laughs) Good luck. You're gonna need it! Margaret: Hey, Mordecai. Mordecai: Hey, do you wanna hang out tonight? Margaret: Yes! (She blushes.) I mean, yeah, sure, sounds cool. Mordecai: Awesome! Meet at the old ballroom at eight. Margaret: Ohh. Que Interesante! (She blushes again and slaps her head for what she said.) Mordecai: Uh, yep. See ya. (They hang up.) Margaret: Que Interesante?! Ugh! Mordecai: I just told Margaret. Rigby: Muscle Man's handing out the invitations. Eileen: I hope he doesn't invite a lot of people we don't know. Muscle Man: Hey, completely random strangers! Come to this chick's party! (Cheering) Mordecai: All right, let's clean this place up. Eileen: But what if it really can't be cleaned? Rigby: That was just reverse psychology. Classic Benson. Mordecai: Yeah, we'll have this cleaned up in no time. Mordecai and Rigby: Whooooa! Mordecai: (Gasps) Dude, we got to hurry up. Margaret's almost here. Rigby: Look, man. You're my bro. I'm happy to help my bro. But this place is crazy! It won't stay clean! It's messing with my head. (Rigby spots the banner coming back.) That banner! (Grunting) I hate you! Charlene! (Rigby rips some of it off.) Johnny Emp'r'r: Enough! Rigby: What's going on?! Johnny Emp'r'r: (Laughs evilly) Evenin', fools! Mordecai: Who are you? Johnny Emp'r'r: I'm Johnny Emp'r'r. Ow! And this is Cool Shadé, and my man, Daryl. We are the guardians of this ballroom. Hoo! And y'all are disturbing the sacred ground. Mordecai: What? Rigby: Dude, we're just trying to clean it! Daryl: They don't get it, J.E. Johnny Emp'r'r: Yeah, this is how we like it around here. You see, in 1985, we threw the best party ever, right here in this ballroom. A party so fresh, we decided to leave it in this state as a monument to our partying legacy. Mordecai: But we need to party here tonight! Johnny Emp'r'r: Hoo! Absolutely not! Who parties on a Tuesday anyway, man? No class. Mordecai: You guys don't understand. After tonight, we won't get to see our friend Margaret for a long time. It's really important to me––uh, I mean, us. Johnny Emp'r'r: Ooh! Trying to set up the ultimate party for your girl. Cool Shadé: Noble. Johnny Emp'r'r: Very well. If you prove you can party harder than we did, which is impossible, you may use the ballroom. Mordecai, Rigby, and Eileen: Hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm! Mordecai: Let's go crazy! Johnny Emp'r'r: Hit it! Johnny Emp'r'r: Proceed. Rigby: It's go time! Johnny Emp'r'r: What was that? Cool Shadé, school these fools! Johnny Emp'r'r: All right! Down low! (Cool Shadé high fives Johnny Emp'r'r.) Eileen: Eileen's turn! Mordecai and Rigby: Yeah! Go, Eileen! Johnny Emp'r'r: Hoo! I've seen better moves in a funeral! Rigby: (To Mordecai) Dude, bust out your robot! Mordecai: Prepare to witness perfection! RIgby and Eileen: Whoo! Go, Mordecai! Johnny Emp'r'r: Sloppy, sloppy. Johnny Emp'r'r: And now watch the Emp'r'r! Mordecai: You guys are doing the same moves over and over again! Johnny Emp'r'r: What?! These moves are as fresh as the decade from whence they came! Mordecai: Your 80s moves blow, man! Johnny Emp'r'r: Well, this partying war just turned cold. Mr. Daryl, Mr. Cool Shadé, let's tear down this hall! Margaret: (Reading the ballroom's name) Parkside Lux Ballroom. Mordecai: Aah! (Mordecai falls over.) Margaret's outside! Rigby: What do we do?! Johnny Emp'r'r: (Chuckles) Just as well, we schoolin' you pretty bad! Daryl: Yeah, your moves got no 80's effects, or hand claps, or nothin'! Cool Shadé: Prepare yourselves for the finishing moves! Rigby: WE'RE GONNA DIE !!! AAAAAAAH!!!! Mordecai, Rigby and Eileen: Huh? Mordecai: "Charlene"? So no mortal has ever seen that, huh? Johnny Emp'r'r: No way! Mordecai: Not even Charlene? Johnny Emp'r'r: She was supposed to. This party was for her, but we partyed so hard and so late, our bodies gave out before we could show her. Daryl: That's why this ballroom gotta stay this way, because she's coming back someday. Mordecai: Dude, no. She isn't coming back, because the party's gotta stop someday. My friend Margaret knows that, and if we can't use this ballroom tonight, we may never be able to party with her again. Johnny Emp'r'r: Hey, blue man, this girl, she sounds pretty important to you. Mordecai: She is. Johnny Emp'r'r: Then promise her something, party with her tonight. Mordecai: I will. Johnny Emp'r'r: Partying on a Tuesday! Ooh! Worthy. Everybody: Surprise! (Apparently the rest of the people come in and say surprise the same time Eileen, Rigby and Mordecai say it.) Margaret: This is amazing! Mordecai: All these people came to wish you luck on your studies. Margaret: Thanks so much, you guys! Eileen: Oh, it was all Mordecai's idea. Rigby: Yeah, he deserves all the credit. Mordecai: (Rigby and Eileen run away.) Ha, yeah, well, you know, we won't be able to hang out for a while, so I just--. Ha. I just wanted it to be special you know. Margaret: That's sweet, but you don't need to worry. I'm not going anywhere. Mordecai: Awesome. Muscle Man: (Shakes shirt in air) Par-tay! Johnny Emp'r'r: Man, we should have partied on Tuesday years ago. Daryl: Word.
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