RS: Benson do me a solidRS: Benson do me a solid4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
After a long day of work, all the employees rounded up in the living room, playing truth or dare. But everyone was mostly daring each other. Since daring is another dangerous game such as "doing solids," everyone made sure to keep them to a minimum, like daring someone to give another a hug or something. Just then, Benson entered the living room, tired and serious as usual.
"What are you guys doing?" Benson asked.
"Playing truth or dare," Mordecai replied.
"Yeah, but mostly dare," Rigby explained.
"You guys all know that daring is a dangerous game," Benson stated. "Remember what happened last time "
"Ugh, we know, we know. We're keeping the dares to a minimum," Mordecai said.
"You should come and join us, Benson," Pops stated excitedly.
"Yeah, it's fun," Skips agreed.
"Mmm no thanks, I'll just sit this one out," Benson sat on the couch, leaning his head back.
"Benson's such a baby," Rigby whispered out loud. Benson lifted his head, glaring at Rigby.
"What was that?"
The interview with JG QuintelThe interview with JG Quintel5 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
In the past couple of days, I've posted quite a bit of stuff about my new favorite show, Regular Show.
Thanks to the accessibility provided by the internet, specifically Deviantart, I was able to conduct an interview with Regular Show's creator, JG Quintel, where we discussed the '80s, children's cartoons, and what it's like to voice your own character.
Moniqueblog: How did you get started in art?
Quintel: I've always been drawing. And I've always wanted to make cartoons. My parents were really supportive and put me in art classes and even got me a camera that I used to start making things animate. I kinda went from there.
You said in an interview with Half Channel that one of your influences is Beavis and Butthead. What other shows/pop-culture would you consider influences on your work, humor, etc.?
Lots of stuff, I like a lot of British television. Things like League of Gentlemen, Mighty Boosh, IT crowd, Little Britain, Trailer Park Boys, Summer Hights
Regular Show Fanfic- Birth of BensonMany patients have come into the hospital building for one of millions of cases that are common and even bizarre, that doctors were clueless on what possible diagnosis the patient has that not even human medical science can analyze, especially if the patient is NOT a human.Regular Show Fanfic- Birth of Benson2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Everything was quiet and normal at the building; doctors were traveling around the building treating patients of many different cases or at the front desk filing while loved ones or acquaintances wait anxiously near the desk. The peace was then suddenly disrupted when the automatic doors opened and what was heard was what sounded like a blood-curdling scream in pain and agony that blocked the volume of the televisions.
What everyone on the floor saw was nothing like they would expect. Rather than a human couple, it appeared as what it seemed to be a group of living GUMBALL MACHINES! One was a rather vertical domed on with a mustache and had sort of a husky burgundy metal torso with a crank on the chest a slot on the
Fear of FlyingDespite the few clouds in the sky, the group of friends entered the airport with smiles on their faces. Well, almost everyone in the group.Fear of Flying4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The seven friends were taking a plane to New York City. Mr. Maellard had given them all tickets. Originally, he was only taking Pops, but his lollipop son had insisted his friends come along. "Besides, now I can show Bean-teen what a real park is supposed to look like," Mr. Maellard had said, referring to Central Park. The group was going to stay there for two weeks, which was time off that everyone needed.
"Looks like our flight will be taking off in an hour," said Skips, reading off the giant billboard with the list of times.
"Sweet, enough time to grab some grub," said Rigby, "C'mon Mordecai."
"Right behind you, dude!" said Mordecai as the two friends ran off towards the food court.
"Don't cause any trouble!" Benson shouted after the two, "Because if you guys get arrested, I'm not bailing you out again!"
But secretly, Benson did hope the two did
Benson Goes Crazy And StuffBenson Goes Crazy and StuffBenson Goes Crazy And Stuff5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
A "Regular Show" Fanfic
The blue jay and the raccoon were spending yet another afternoon ignoring their usual duties. While some days it's been wrestling a stuffed doll or playing video games, today they decided to be a little more daring and do something a little more audacious.
Mordecai and Rigby were going to just sit on the couch and stare at the blank TV in front of them; hands folded neatly on their laps, sitting up straight, backs against the furniture's cushions.
Just. Doing. Nothing.
"What are the two of you up to now?" The two young workers immediately recognized the voice (along with the sound of gumballs jingling around inside a jar) belonging to their boss, Benson. While they didn't move a single muscle to look, they figured he had walked in through the front door of the establishment, and could tell that he was slightly peeved.
"Nothing," they replied truthfully in unison.
A heavy sigh came from the gumball machine
Footloose"Are we going to put on a few music discs and dance the night away?"Footloose4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"No Pops, we're just cleaning out my collection," replied Benson as he opened another box. Since he used to be a part of a band, it was no surprise Benson had an extensive music collection. But since his apartment wasn't exactly the biggest, and there were only about a dozen records he still listened to, he decided to finally go through his collection. Any records or cds he didn't want would go to the local Salvation Army, and would hopefully be bought by someone who would appreciate them as much as Benson had.
Of course once Benson had announced this, Pops wanted to help (Mordecai and Rigby wanted to help to, but Benson, knowing it would most likely be a disaster, rejected the offer). So, here they were, in the living room of the old park house going through record after record.
"Oh my, such interesting art!" said Pops, gazing in awe at all the album covers. Some simple, and some outragous. Definitely the 80's. "Good
Benson's HeartBenson sighed as he lie under a shady park tree, work could be so tiring.Benson's Heart4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He stared into the open. Endless green..
His eyes lids felt heavy, and the rings were always there. No doubt from sleepless nights due to the noisy city. Or perhaps the stress..
This job. These people. So freaken stressful.
He felt a warm, little touch against his cheek. He smiled lightly. Pops sat beside him, leaning his soft, warm body against his manager.
"Hey." Benson said plainly. He was tired. He needed a nap. Just a few minutes of sleep would do it.
"Hello Benson, what're you up to?" The lollipop man asked brightly, it hadn't even registered to him that his significant other was dozing off. "Oh. Are you sleepy?"
The gumball machine nodded lazily, he leaned against the tree and against Pops, hoping to catch a few moments of rest. The naïve man seemed to understand so he settled into to comfortable enough to sleep as well. Benson smiled. His innocent, little Pops. It may have been lame and cheesey to fe
The Gift: Pg1"NO. Just sit down and don't touch ANYTHING!"The Gift: Pg12 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Benson was on a rampage, nothing new there.
What WAS new, however, was the fact that he was almost panicking, and wasn't letting anyone do anything. Not that they were complaining. It was still weird though, and some of them were actually starting to get worried.
Not but moments ago Maellard had called. In a week's time he would be there for the Park's annual review, and this time there would be no exceptions. It would be PERFECT of Benson would be fired. Needless to say, Benson was now set on doing every last thing himself to make sure not a single thing went wrong.
When Skips told the others this, Pops spoke up.
"Oh, but surely Father will go easy on him; It will be his birthday after all." He said. The others looked at each other.
"Benson's birthday is in a week?" Mordecai asked. "How come no one told us?" Skips shook his head.
"Benson doesn't celebrate his birthday. He hasn't since-"
"MOVE. I have to clean the living area just get out o
48 Benpops MomentsConsider this a mini version of what 'A Fresh Start' was. Basically, a bunch of smaller Benpops drabbles, varying from friendship, romance, hurt/comfort, humor and more. Enjoy!48 Benpops Moments4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Come on Benson, run through the sprinklers with me! It's so refreshing!"
It was no secret Benson hated snow. But when he woke up and saw a message shoveled into his driveway, he forgot all about the cold and the ice and the hard work he would have to do.
He only felt warmth.
"Pops, I've told you before, we use paper and metal for money, not lollipops."
On the outside, Benson was cold, hard, and strong. He was made of metal after all. But Pops saw past all that, and he knew what a softy Benson really was, despite the gumball machine's embarrassment.
Even though it was extremely rare, Pops did get mad, angry even. It was at these times that Benson was reminded that Pops was Mr. Maellard's son. Because he looked exactly like his father when he was mad.
But Pops woul
Our Forbidden SecretWelcome to the park...more specifically, welcome to the park as it was in 1961..Our Forbidden Secret3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The park and the city around it were the same as they are today pretty much. Well, except that the trees and the air were cleaner, everything was more primitive and liberalized, and no one liked to shower often.
Oh wait, that's just big ol' Mitch, commonly known as Muscle Man....
He and his buddy High Five Ghost were hanging by an oak tree near the snack bar with those two wussies, Mordecai and Rigby. It was Friday, which meant the four would meet by that tree and they'd each share their news to see who had the most interesting life at the moment.
Most weeks, Muscle Man would somehow win when he'd talk about how he scored with Starla, and unfortunately get into detail sometimes, TOO much juicy details. But hey, nothing's better than scoring with a chick, right?
Maybe things would be different this Friday..
Muscle Man cleared his throat and rubbed his nose on his shirt. "Alright girls, I'll go first."
It's Just CarpetPhew....another week of work done....another week of it is sure to come....It's Just Carpet4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Benson hopelessly sighed as he sat down at the bar. First thing he saw was the bartender looking at him.
"A bottle of lite, that's all." The bartender nodded and walked away, chuckling at how lightly the bubblegum man likes to drink.
Even though it was Friday and the week was over, there was just no smile on Benson's face whatsoever.
My life has absolutely no point. It's all the same jazz. I'm just gonna go back to my crappy apartment, watch some crappy TV, then find out that it's gonna be Monday the next day and go to sleep. Then the rut begins all over again..
Soon after, the bartender came back.
"Here's your bottle of milk, kiddie." The bartender dropped the lite beer and just walked away, guffawing behind his long beard as he walked to other customers. Benson simply sighed and took a sip. "Simpleton."
Benson instantly recognized the voice and slightly cringed, looking at his bottle.
Speaking of si
Regular Crack Chapter 9~9th crack pairing: Benson and Mordecai~Regular Crack Chapter 94 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Glad you guys could join me before the crack of dawn." Benson said to his employees sitting on the steps. Everyone else looked pretty awake except Mordecai and Rigby, who SERIOUSLY looked like they needed coffee.
"Now, I couldn't help but overhear you all talking the other night about how your jobs aren't interesting enough and that at times, work can be a rut. So, I decided on something to help motivate All of you to work," He looked at Mordecai and Rigby as he said all. "You can each suggest a fun way you'd like to get your work done this week. Skips?"
"I wouldn't mind listening to my radio while I work."
Benson nodded and wrote on his clipboard. "Sure thing. Pops?"
"I want to dance the night away!~"
Benson hesitantly wrote on his clipboard. "Uh sure, okay. Just be careful though. Muscle Man and High Five Ghost?"
"We wanna be able to eat while we work! And if we wanna get more food, we can!"
Benson rolled his eyes, writing on the clipboard ag
RS: Sick BensonIt was a normal, warm, and cloudy day at the park. Everyone was working regularly and it was almost time for their breaks. After a long day of working hard and making sure every employee stayed on task, especially Mordecai and Rigby, Benson decided to take a quick break under his favorite tree. Even though it wasn't sunny he liked to sit under the tree to take naps and the breeze that passes there was very calming.RS: Sick Benson4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"I'll just relax here for a few minutes," Benson said to him self as he sat down, closed his eyes and dozed off. Twenty minutes later, everyone headed inside for their lunch. Pops was seated on his couch and noticed that someone was missing. Someone. But who? It took him a while untill he finally realized who was missing. "Benson." He said to himself.
Just then Mordecai and Rigby passed by. "Pardon me, Gentleman, but have you seen Benson?" Pops asked.
"Uh, yeah, I think he was sitting under some tree or something before we came inside," Mordecai replied.
"Oh dear," Pops said
RS: Sick Benson 4The next morning, Benson woke up to the bright sunlight, peeking through the window blinds. He sat up in bed, stretched, and rubbed his eyes. Then he realized that he didn't feel dizzy anymore.RS: Sick Benson 44 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Wow," Benson said to himself, "I feel so much better!" Benson got up and got ready to start the day. "Good morning," he said as he entered the kitchen and took a seat at the table. In there were Mr. Maellard, Pops, Mordecai, and Rigby. They all greeted him in return.
"Oh, Benson, you look so much better!" Pops stated excitedly.
"Yeah and I feel so much better. I'm ready to get back work," Benson said with a smile on his face. As he was getting up to grab his clip board from his office, Maellard stopped Benson in his tracks.
"Hold it! I want to make sure and see if you're ready to return back to work," Maellard told Benson. He motioned him to sit down again as he grab the thermometer and placed it under his tongue. After a minute or two he pulled out the thermometer and it read: '100.
Down + The Fallen Interlude"I don't see why Rigby is acting like a crybaby. He should have seen it coming," Mordecai said to himself as he got comfortable.Down + The Fallen Interlude3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
"Oh, that's right. He just doesn't think straight..." Mordecai said while facing the wall next to his bed. "He's always up to something..."
After minutes of wallowing and mumbling about Rigby, Mordecai began to remember the fun times that he had had with Margaret. How they laughed with each other while holding hands at the fancy restaurant downtown, swinging back and forth and having a good time.
"Those laughs...those memories.." Mordecai clinched his covers with his hands and a tear rolled down his left cheek. His eyes were now burning with the salt water that was now pouring from his eyes.
Your vows of silence fall all over
The look in your eyes makes me crazy
I feel the darkness break upon her
I'll take you over if you let me
(You did this)
Tidal waves they rip right through me
Tears from eyes worn cold and sad
Pick me up now, I need you so bad..
Turkey DayThe scene was gorgeous. Freshly-fallen leaves littered the landscape, the trees which they once decorated standing still very colorful with the browns and reds and yellows and oranges of those which still have yet to flutter off. The sky was a serene, cloudless blue, the air crisp and clean, temperature a perfectly temperate lukewarm with a touch of coolness from a light breeze. The grass was a brownish dull-green, stubbly and dry but still soft and plush enough to walk on comfortably barefoot.Turkey Day4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Of course, Mordecai didn't give a crap.
Carrying two wingfuls of paper bags, he kicked open the back door apathetically, whistling as he made his way to the kitchen table. He dumped the contents of the bags, which included potato chips, candy bars, individually packaged dessert snacks, various flavors of soda, and all kinds of other junk food items. However, one bag stayed closed for the time being. Taller and broader than all the
April 12thBenson was in between waking and sleep. It had been a pretty average day with the usual orders, and the usual bills, and the usual psychics that threatened the house was haunted.April 12th3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Basic everyday stuff.
Oh, and it was Benson's birthday.
It's not like Benson hated his birthday... he just saw it as another work day. He couldn't take the day off, or spend all night out. Why make a big deal of it? Once Mordecai heard of this, he heavily objected, as Benson's birth was something he was very grateful for. Benson firmly insisted on no theatrics. And especially no gifts.
However, Benson admitted when Pops had brought him rainbow cupcakes and the rest of the staff wished him a happy birthday (Benson assumed Rigby did so under the influence of Mordecai, who stared him down whilst he mumbled a "Hap... Bir... Ay") a little tickle formed in the pit of his stomach.
It was nice, and appreciated, but Benson didn't expect (or want) anything more than that.
With half-lidded eyes Benson let him
Mordecai and rigby love 1 Mordecai And Rigby Love Triangle Part 1Mordecai and rigby love 14 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It was 3 am and Rigby was in the corner of his room. He kept whispering to himself "why do I love you why do I." Rigby could not keep taking all the people online asking do you love Mordecai, even his own friend(like Benson, Skips ect) were asking it to. Rigby knew that Mordecai was straight and if he asked he knew the friendship would be ruined. So Rigby could not take it anymore so he went to his dresser and found a loaded gun. Rigby was planning to shoot himself because he could not take the pain of being in love with his bro Mordecai. Rigby went to the blue jay sound asleep and said "good buy my lover." Mordecai heard this and said "Rigby" Mordecai opened his eyes and saw Rigby crying in the corner with the gun to his temple. Mordecai quickly got out of bed and ran to Rigby and push his head away from the gun as it fired, and the bullet went
Rs: Sick Benson 3"Come on, Benson, get in!" Skips told Benson as he tried pushing him into the limo. Everybody was already in the limo, waiting patiently for Benson to get in.Rs: Sick Benson 34 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"I don't need to go to the hospital. I'm almost better, honest," Benson protested.
"Okay then, lets prove it," Skips said as he went inside the house to grab the thermometer and came back out quickly.
"Hey, what's keeping ya?" Mr. Maellard asked impatiently as got out of the driver's seat and walked up to Benson and Skips.
"Benson says he's well enough to not visit the hospital," Skips explains. "But we're gonna prove it. Open up," he instructed Benson. He did as he was told as Skips placed the thermometer under his tongue. Benson secretly hoped that his fever wasn't too high, then he wouldn't have to go to the hospital and probably be better to get back to work tomorrow. Skips finally removed the thermometer and read it.
"104.2," Skips read. Maellard and Skips stared at each other and then at Benson silently. There
Mordecai and your familyMordecai and your family3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It was the day to bring the family to the park, everyone looked forward to their families, Rigby waited for his brother Don, his father Pops Maellard, Benson to his sister and father, Skips on vacation (Why? Not XD) and Five Muscle Man and Ghost in the house of his mother above NOT Muscle Man (NO MORE LIE XD). But something was wrong, where is Mordecai?.
If you are very sensitive to the sad, you better not follow reading, if not,! A MOURN away! : Iconcryforeverplz:. I would also say that this is not Morby, Mordaret, Mordeson, Rigleen and other romances. It is just a Fan-fic sad and believe that short, I'd also like to criticize as it is my first Fan-fic: iconlaplz: I'm so excited. Hope you like.
After all the families came to the house in the middle of the park, Rigby realized long after his "brother brother" had not seen him all day, so I look in your room, but he was not there only saw a blue jay feather characteristic of the close of the open window also was n
|Stockholm Syndrome|"It's all my fault.... I shouldn't have done that... I wasn't thinking clearly....," a depressed raccoon quietly said to himself, trying not to let anyone hear him. He laid there with tears in his eyes. Rigby curled in a ball and finally went to sleep, even though the sun was slowly rising in the horizon. He barely got any sleep last night due to the paranoid thoughts that he had; thoughts that would haunt him if he was dreaming or not.|Stockholm Syndrome|3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
One of the petrifying thoughts were of Mordecai murdering him for what he had done; it was a thought at first, but then it turned into a complete nightmare. The smile that Mordecai gave to his ex-friend before giving the final blow, yeah, that would scare anyone.
Rigby's little dark ringed eyes had finally shut and his mind was ready for slumber, but it wasn't too long after he had fallen asleep, he was woken up. The sun shined through the windows and onto the sleepy raccoon. He opened one eye lid and sighed, getting off of the trampoline while rubbing
Total Drama Island: CEWe now see a dock of an old summer camp. Suddenly, a man appeared. He was presumably in his 30s or 40s, had short but wavy dark hair, and a five O'clock shadow. He wore a teal button shirt over a white long sleeve shirt; tan colored pants, a pair of tennis shoes, and a string necklace with a sand colored stone hanging from it.Total Drama Island: CE4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Chris McLean here," he said, to you "Back at camp Wawanakwa. That's right, next season we're going back to our roots. All your favorite cast mates, Duncan, Heather, Alejandro, Owen, and the rest...Aren't coming. This season we're using a completely new cast. And to make it interesting, we're going to make things a little racial by competing humans against antro, anthro, antropo..." he starts making a squinty face and points off screen. He was obviously reading a cue card. "You know, how about I just call them toons? That makes it easier. As always, they're going to compete in various challenges, for the grand prize of $ 100,000. In the tradition of show...that t
-Asthenia-"Last night," Mordecai started, "He was crying... crying about how he screwed up our friendship, " the avian said to himself as he drove the cart through the park, getting to the fountain to clean it from the fallen leaves and other debris. That moment when he saw the small upset raccoon cry, something inside told him to go forth and make a bond with him, but his mind said no; he listened to his mind.-Asthenia-3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
He stopped the cart, looked around and stared ahead, the fountain all dirty looking. Leaves were on the ground around it and were in it, making the water turn a light green color. Mordecai got out of the cart and approached the fountain.
"Aw, sick!" He said as he reached down and picked up a bent empty water bottle. With the bottle held by two fingers, the avian pulled out a black plastic trash bag and put it in there. And now it was time to target the rest of the mess. The cold, green, murky water began to slowly drain, leaving nothing but trash inside the moist fountain. He reached down
RS: Sick Benson 2A crash of thunder had woken up Benson from his feverish sleep. He sat up slowly, placing his hand on his head, which felt as if a truck ran over him and he felt really dizzy.RS: Sick Benson 24 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He groaned. "Ugh, I feel horrible," Benson whispered to himself. He turned to the window, noticing it was still raining. Then he turned to the digital clock by his bed which read 9:15 am. Benson gasped. "I never over sleep!" Then he heard a voice coming from the third floor. A familiar voice.
"Oh no," Benson said to out loud. "No it can't be..." He got up and looked out the window to figure out if he was right, though he hoped he was wrong. To his disappointment, he was right. That familiar white limo parked in front of the house. Yup, it was Mr. Maellard, his boss. A sudden wave of nausea hit him.
"Oh man," Benson groaned placing his hand on his stomach. He had just remembered that he was suppose to have a meeting with his boss today. Now he had to find the perfect excuse for attending the meeting late. What wou