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| - (Mordecai, Rigby, CJ and Eileen are watching TV) Woman: And walah! This cake looks so yummy and now, I'm going to eat the whole thing all by myself. Rigby: Cake! Mordecai: Want cake! Mordecai/Rigby: Need cake! CJ: Why don't we go get some cake? Mordecai: Are you kidding? Do you know how crazy the cake prices are in this town? Eileen: Ever since that bakery cartel moved in, they kept the prices up and the supply down. Rigby: Darn bakers! Farmer Jimmy: (voiceover on the TV) Fellow Americans, does ever happen to you? Female Employee: It's Susan's birthday, everyone! Come on, let's sing! Benson: Um, no.
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| - (Mordecai, Rigby, CJ and Eileen are watching TV) Woman: And walah! This cake looks so yummy and now, I'm going to eat the whole thing all by myself. Rigby: Cake! Mordecai: Want cake! Mordecai/Rigby: Need cake! CJ: Why don't we go get some cake? Mordecai: Are you kidding? Do you know how crazy the cake prices are in this town? Eileen: Ever since that bakery cartel moved in, they kept the prices up and the supply down. Rigby: Darn bakers! Farmer Jimmy: (voiceover on the TV) Fellow Americans, does ever happen to you? Female Employee: It's Susan's birthday, everyone! Come on, let's sing! Male Employee: Aaaaaaaaarrrrggh!!! Farmer Jimmy: (comes into the scene) Are you sick to death of this old birthday song? Male Employee: Yes I am! (Punches his computer) Farmer Jimmy: Well, boy, howdy, so am I! Hi, it's me, Farmer Jimmy, part-time turkey farmer and social applicant, but you already knew that. But what you may not know is that old birthday song offense my music sensibility so deeply, I barely have words to describe it. That's why I'm holding a contest to write a new birthday song. Not only will the winner create history by finally overthrowing Happy Birthday, but you'll also get a year supply of our farm-fresh birthday cakes. Voice: Birthday cakes are not actually farm-fresh. Farmer Jimmy: I'll see you at my farm, not singing that song, but your new one. Mordecai: Dude, a year supply of cake? We gotta write the next happy birthday song. Mordecai: Can we get the next three days off from work? Benson: Um, no. Rigby: But, Benson, we have to go compete in a happy birthday song contest. If we don't write a song to replace Happy Birthday... Benson: Wait, the song that wins this contest will replace Happy Birthday? You can go to the contest. Mordecai and Rigby: Nice! Benson: I'm counting on you guys to put that happy birthday song in its grave. I can't, I just... Mordecai: Hey, Muscle Man. Muscle Man: Three. Mordecai: Will you listen to our new song and tell us what you think? Muscle Man: (comes down from the tree branch) Por supuesto, bro. Mordecai: Okay, so this is the first thing we came up with, so it may be a little rough still. Muscle Man: Unnecessary information noted. Mordecai: (to Rigby) Ready? Muscle Man: (sniffles) Okay, one: that sound was my new leather workout boots. Still breaking 'em in. And two: that song I've never heard anything more beautiful. Mordecai: I can't believe we nailed in the new song on the first try. Rigby: I can believe it. We've been totally nailing life recently. Eileen: So, how far away is this farm exactly. Mordecai: Looks like it's gonna take us all night. Rigby: I'm getting hungry-y-y! CJ: There should be a diner coming up. We could stop there. Mordecai: Alright. Rigby: Pie, pie, ca-a-a-ake! "$50 a slice"?! Cake Cartel: Quit your gasping, it's a fair price. Eileen: No dessert? Rigby: No thanks to the cake cartel. Eileen: I can't decide between sherbet or sherbert.
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