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| - Rigby: Rufus passes to Blue, Bluey to Old Man Samson, Samson with a twirl and OHHHHHHHH! Mordecai: Whoa, sweet shot! [laughs and presses start to release another puck] Mordecai: OHHHHHHHH! Rigby: Aww man! Alright, you're going down. C'mon fellas, let's pick it up! Benson: Hey! What the heck are you doing? Rigby: Huh? [looks away from table] Mordecai: [shoots a goal] WHHHHHOOOOAAAA! Rigby: Aww, what? Benson distracted me, no fair! Mordecai: (excitedly) Oh, oh, oh, oh! Rigby: Alright, best out of fifteen. Benson: Whoa, whoa, hold on a second. You guys are supposed to be working. Rigby: It's so much fun.
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| - Rigby: Rufus passes to Blue, Bluey to Old Man Samson, Samson with a twirl and OHHHHHHHH! Mordecai: Whoa, sweet shot! [laughs and presses start to release another puck] Mordecai: OHHHHHHHH! Rigby: Aww man! Alright, you're going down. C'mon fellas, let's pick it up! Benson: Hey! What the heck are you doing? Rigby: Huh? [looks away from table] Mordecai: [shoots a goal] WHHHHHOOOOAAAA! Rigby: Aww, what? Benson distracted me, no fair! Mordecai: (excitedly) Oh, oh, oh, oh! Rigby: Alright, best out of fifteen. Benson: Whoa, whoa, hold on a second. You guys are supposed to be working. Mordecai: Yeah, I know but, c'mon check this out! We found crammed in the back behind all this junk. Rigby: [rubbing against the table] Miniature man hockey dome. Benson: It's called Stick Hockey. And it's mine. Rigby: It's so much fun. Mordecai: So much fun. Rigby: So much fun. Mordecai: So much fun. Benson: Look I don't care how much fun you think you're having, you're supposed to de-gum the park today and now I find you holed up in here twiddling some sticks? Mordecai: Ugh, don't say it like that. Benson: I knew I should've gotten rid of that game. It's a waste of time. Mordecai and Rigby: Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Mordecai: Okay, okay, we'll go out right now and finish de-gumming. Please just don't get rid of the game! Rigby: It's so much fun. Mordecai: So much fun. Benson: (defeatedly) Fine. [sighs] If you finish all your work on time you can keep the game. Rigby: Yes! Mordecai: All right! Mordecai and Rigby: [run out of the garage] Thank you thank you thank you thank you. Rigby: We did it! [raises arm] Mordecai: See? Having a goal totally focused us! Rigby: I get it now, work hard and then play hard! Mordecai: And we're gonna be playing hard all night! Rigby: (disgusted) Ugh, don't say it like that! Mordecai and Rigby: What!? Mordecai: Okay, Benson, where is it? Benson: Where's what? Mordecai: Our stick hockey table! Benson: I got rid of it. Mordecai and Rigby: Aw, what!? Rigby: But you said we could have it! Benson: Nice try, there's no way you two de-gummed the entire park. Benson: Oof! Mordecai: We kept our end of the deal so give it back. Benson: Sorry, I already took it to the thrift store. Mordecai and Rigby: What!? Rigby: [raises both arms in disbelief] Who does that?! Benson: How was I supposed to know you'd actually finish your work for once? Mordecai: You can't just say one thing and turn around and do another! Benson: What are you talking about? You guys do that all the time! Rigby: That's different, you're the boss! Mordecai: How are we supposed to work for someone we can't trust? Benson: Hey! Trust me, I did you guys a favor. That thing is a waste of time. Skips, back me up. [looks to Skips] Skips: You shouldn't have thrown away the game, Benson. Pops: I concurr, one must be a man of his word. Benson: [laughs disbelievingly] I can't believe this! Mordecai: We want our game back. Rigby: Yeah, man. You owe us! Skips: You do owe 'em. Benson: [sighs] Alright, let's go get it. Employee: Yeah, yeah, the game with the sticks. Nah, it's gone. I sold it to Jeffy over at Thift World. Mordecai and Rigby: What!? Employee: Yeah, it was in great condition. I don't know what someone would just donate it like that. Mordecai: Yeah, they probably weren't thinking straight. Employee: Wait, where's my head? I got another stick game in the back! Mordecai and Rigby: Really!? Employee: Yeah, right over there! [points left] Rigby: Aww what? Mordecai: No! Benson: (with mock enthusiasm) Hey, great find, guys! This is great! Rigby: It's not the same. Benson: No, but some would say foosball's better. It's got the same wrist action, plus mass appeal. Way more people play soccer than hockey. C'mon, give it a shot! Rigby: So what's this called again? Foolsball? Hm! [flicks a stick aggressively] Mordecai: Aw! Rigby: See! Mordecai: Argh! Benson: So we gettin' it? Mordecai: I can't believe you tried to pawn off that junky foosball table on us. Benson: Sorry, jeez! At least, it was pretty much brand new! That old stick hockey game was a piece of junk. Mordecai: Oh, of course you'd think that. Rigby: That piece of junk was the coolest thing in the whole park! Benson: Sure, it's cool now, but keep playing it and one day, bam! Your lives are ruined. Rigby: What are you talking about? It's just stick hockey. [raises arms in exasperation] Benson: Could you just trust me on this one? Mordecai: Alright, Benson, we trust you. Oh wait, now I'm taking the trust I said you could have and I'm throwin' it away instead. Mordecai and Rigby: OHHHHHHHHH! Benson: [stops the golf cart in a fury] This wouldn't have happened if you guys had done your job! Rigby: No, no, no. You can't get mad this time. You messed up, not us! Mordecai: You know what, Benson? Forget it. [shoves Benson off the cart] Thanks for all your help, but we can get the stick hockey table without you. [drives golf cart away] Benson: What the heck!? How am I supposed to get back to the park?! Mordecai: Uh, we're heard there was a stick hockey table here? Pops: Benson! Care to join our game of cards? Benson: Not now, Pops. Pops: Suit yourself! Skips: Where are Mordecai and Rigby? Benson: How should I know!? They stole the cart and took off without me! Can you believe it? Skips: After what you pulled? I believe it. Benson: What!? You're still on their side!? Skips: You should've at least given them a chance. Pops: It seems the honourable thing to do is apologise. Oh look! [holds up a joker card with Benson on it] This one is you! [giggles] Benson: [sighs] Alright. Skips: Hmph. [tosses a walkie talkie to Benson] Benson: Mordecai, Rigby, are you there? Pick up! Skips: [reaches for walkie talkie] Let me try. Mordecai, Rigby. Are you there? Rigby: (over walkie talkie) Hey Skips. Benson: Tell them I want to talk to them! Tell them! Skips: Where are you? [skips away] Where are you guys? Skips: Uh huh. Mmhm. Okay. Benson: So what are they still mad at me? Where are they? Skips: You're not gonna like it. Rigby: This is so not fun. Mordecai: So not fun. Rigby: I don't want him to chop off our heads! Chong: [laughs] Who's going to finish your game now? [laughs] Benson: I'll finish it! [walks onto arena] Chong: [gasps] Death Dragon! Benson: Well, looks like we're up. Just remember what I taught you. Dave: Thank you master! Benson: I'll see you in the finals! [fist bumps with Dave] Dave: Oh, my neck! Benson: Dave! Dave: Master I thought you said this was gonna be so much fun! Guh! [dies] Chong: I always knew the dragon would return to his lair. [throws Mordecai and Rigby] Benson: I go by Benson now. Chong: Oooh, Benson. Benson: I'm here to get my friends and go. Chong: Who, these pathetic stick twidlers? Benson: Don't say it like that. Chong: Get rid of them. Benson: No! Chong: What are you going to do about it? Benson: I'm going to finish the game and beat you like I should have ten years ago. Mordecai: No! Benson! Don't! Rigby: Don't do it! This game is to the death! Benson: Trust me. Chong: I see you've retained some of your skills. Too bad the game has changed. Benson: There you go, good as new. Mordecai: Thanks Benson, we- Benson: Ah ah, before you say anything else, I want to apologize for getting rid of your game. I shouldn't have gone back on my word. Mordecai: That's cool. Benson: I guess I just didn't want to see you end up like me. Some dried-up loser stuck working at a park because he wasted his life playing stick hockey. Rigby: Yeah, totally. Benson: So what do you say, wanna play a round? Mordecai: Ah no, I think we're good. We should've trusted you, Benson. Rigby: We're going back to video games. Mordecai: Later! Benson: [sighs] Why do I even bother?
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