RIGBY: Rufus passes to Bluey, Bluey to old man Samson,
Samson with a twirl and...
Ohhhhhh!
Whoa! Sweet shot!
Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh!
All right, you're going down.
Come on, fellas!
Let's pick it up!
Hey, what the heck are you doing?
Huh?
Ohhhhhh!
Aw, what?!
Benson distracted me! No fair!
Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!
All right, best out of 15.
Whoa, whoa! Hold on a second!
You guys are supposed to be working.
Yeah, I know, but come on.
Check this out.
We found it crammed in the back, behind all this junk.
Miniature-man hockey dome.
It's called stick hockey, and it's mine.
It's so much fun.
So much fun.
So much fun. So much fun.
Look, I don't care how much fun you think you're having.
You were supposed to de-gum the park today,
and now I find you holed up in here,
twiddling some sticks?
Ugh! Don't say it like that.
I knew I should've gotten rid of that game.
It's a waste of time!
BOTH: Whoa, whoa, whoa!
Okay, okay, we'll go out right now and finish de-gumming.
Please, just don't get rid of the game.
It's so much fun.
So much fun.
Fine.
If you finish all your work on time,
you can keep the game.
- Yes! - All right!
BOTH: Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!
Ohh!
We did it.
Yeah, see?
Having a goal totally focused us.
I get it now.
Work hard and then play hard.
And we're gonna be playing hard all night!
Ugh! Don't say it like that.
BOTH: What?!
Hey, Benson.
Where is it?
Where's what?
Our stick hockey table.
I got rid of it.
BOTH: Aw, what?!
But you said we could have it!
Nice try.
There's no way you two de-gummed the entire park.
Ooh!
We kept our end of the deal, so give it back.
Sorry.
I already took it to the thrift store.
BOTH: What?!
Who does that?!
How was I supposed to know you'd
actually finish your work for once?
You can't just say one thing
and then turn around and do another.
What are you talking about?
You guys do that all the time!
That's different -- you're the boss!
How are we supposed to work for someone we can't trust?
Hey!
Trust me -- I did you guys a favor.
That thing is a waste of time.
Skips, back me up.
You shouldn't have thrown away their game, Benson.
I concur.
One must be a man of his word.
I can't believe this.
We want our game back.
Yeah, man! You owe us!
Youowe them.
All right. Let's go get it.
Yeah, yeah, the game with the sticks.
Naw, it's gone.
I sold it to jeffy over at thrift world.
What?!
Yeah, it was in great condition.
I don't know why someone would just donate it like that.
Yeah.
They probably weren't thinking straight.
Wait -- where's my head?
I got another stick game in the back.
BOTH: Really?
Yeah, right over there.
Aw, what?!
No!
Hey, great find, guys.
This is great.
It's not the same.
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.
Come on. Give it a shot.
So, what's this called, again --
"Fool's Ball"?
Hmm!
Aah!
See?!
Aah!
So, we getting it?
I can't believe you tried to pawn off that junky
foosball table on us.
Sorry. Geez.
At least it was pretty much brand-new.
That old stick hockey game was a piece of junk.
Oh, of course you'd think that.
That piece of junk was the coolest thing in the whole park!
Sure, it's cool now, but keep playing it,
and one day, bam!
Your lives are ruined.
What are you talking about? It's just stick hockey.
Could you just trust me on this one?
All right, Benson, we trust you.
Oh, wait -- now I'm taking the trust I said you could have and
I'm throwing it away instead.
BOTH: Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
This wouldn't have happened if you guys had done your job!
No, no, no. You can't get mad this time.
You messed up, not us!
Ugh!
Just listen to me!
You know what, Benson?
Forget it!
Thanks for all your help, but we can get the stick hockey table
without you.
What the heck?!
How am I supposed to get back to the park?!
AUDIENCE: Chong! Chong!
Chong! Chong! Chong!
Uh...we heard there was a stick hockey table here.
Benson.
Care to join our game of cards?
Not now, Pops.
Suit yourself.
Where are Mordecai and Rigby?
How should I know?
They stole the cart and took off without me!
Can you believe it?
After what you pulled, I believe it.
What? You're still on their side?
You should have at least given them a chance.
It seems the honorable thing to do is to apologize.
Oh, look! This one is you!
All right.
Mordecai, Rigby.
Are you there?
Pick up.
Let me try.
Mordecai, Rigby. Are you there?
Hey, Skips.
Tell them I want to talk to them.
Tell them.
Where are you guys?
Uh-huh. Mm-hmm.
Okay.
So, what, are they still mad at me?
Where are they?
You're not gonna like it.
This is so not fun.
So not fun.
I don't want him to chop off our heads.
Who's going to finish your game now?
I'll finish it.
Huh?
Death Dragon!
Well, looks like we're up.
Just remember what I taught you.
Thank you, master.
I'll see you in the finals!
Oh! My neck!
Dave!
Master, I thought you said this was gonna be so much fun!
Noooooo!
I always knew the Dragon would return to his lair.
I go by "Benson" now.
Ooh! "Benson"!
I'm here to get my friends and go.
Who -- these pathetic stick twiddlers?
Don't say it like that.
Get rid of them.
No!
What are you going to do about it?
I'm going to finish the game and beat you,
like I should have 10 years ago.
BOTH: No, Benson! Don't!
Don't do it!
This game is to the death!
Trust me.
I see you've retained some of your skills.
Too bad the game has changed.
BOTH: Benson!
No!
There you go -- good as new.
Thanks, Benson. We --
Unh! Unh!
Before you say anything else, I want to apologize for getting
rid of your game.
I shouldn't have gone back on my word.
T-that's cool.
I guess I just didn't want to see you end up like me --
some dried-out loser stuck working at a park because
he wasted his life playing stick hockey.
Yeah, totally.
So, what do you say?
Want to play a round?
Uh, no.
I think we're good.
We should have trusted you, Benson.
We're going back to video games.
Later!
>> Mordecai: HM. HM.
I'M TOTALLY GONNA GET TO THE
BOTTOM BEFORE YOU.
>> Rigby: YEAH, RIGHT!
>> Mordecai: HM.
BET YOU CAN'T SHOOT THAT BARREL.
>> Rigby: OH, YEAH?
AW! WHAT?!
>> Mordecai:
DON'T SHOOT THE BARRELS, MAN.
I BET YOU CAN'T GET THAT
POWER-UP.
I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU DID THAT!
I WAS TOTALLY KIDDING!
THAT SLOWS YOU DOWN!
CHECK OUT MY DUDE.
I'M GLAD I PICKED THE DUDE WITH
THE MORE AERODYNAMIC HAIRSTYLE.
>> Rigby: THAT'S IT!
PAUSE THE GAME!
MY DUDE'S HAIRSTYLE IS AWESOME!
AND I CAN TOTALLY KICK YOUR BUTT
AT THIS GAME!
>> Mordecai: YOU SOUND PRETTY
CONFIDENT.
CARE TO WAGER ON THAT?
>> Rigby: YEAH.
IFWIN, YOU HAVE TO GET YOUR
PLAYER'S STUPID HAIRCUT FOR A
WEEK.
>> Mordecai: AND IF I WIN, YOU
HAVE TO GET YOUR PLAYER'S
"AWESOME" HAIRCUT.
>> Rigby: FINE.
BUT YOU BETTER NOT BACK DOWN
WHEN I WIN, THOUGH.
>> Mordecai: OF COURSE, DUDE.
I'D NEVER BACK OUT OF A BET.
>> Rigby: HM! HM!
WE'LL SEE ABOUT THAT.
>> Mordecai: WHAT ARE YOU DOING?
>> Rigby: I'M DYING, DUDE.
>> Mordecai: GET UP, MAN.
>> Rigby: NO. SERIOUSLY, MAN.
MY STOMACH IS CRAZY DRY RIGHT
NOW.
I MUST BE DEHYDRATED.
>> Mordecai:
WHAT DO YOU NEED?
>> Rigby: I NEED
WATER.
>> Mordecai:
I CAN'T BELIEVE HOW LAME YOU ARE
SOMETIMES.
>> Rigby: THANKS, MAN.
DON'T FORGET TO PUT ICE IN IT.
OH.
>> Mordecai: HERE'S YOUR WATER,
YOU BABY.
>> Rigby:
THANKS, MAN.
NOW THAT MY STOMACH ISN'T DRY
ANYMORE, I'M TOTALLY GONNA BEAT
YOU.
>> Mordecai: HM. HM.
I HIGHLY DOUBT IT.
>> Rigby: OKAY.
I'LL JUST UN-PAUSE IT.
>> Mordecai: WHAT THE HECK?!
COME ON! HUH?!
>> Rigby: OH! IN YOUR FACE!
YOU'RE GONNA HAVE TO GO BLOND,
YOU LOSER!
>> Mordecai: RIGBY!
YOU DIDN'T CHEAT, DID YOU?
>> Rigby: WHAT?! NO!
I'D NEVER CHEAT ON A BET.
NOW BACK TO WHAT I WAS SAYING
BEFORE YOU INTERRUPTED ME!
IN YOUR FACE!
YOU GOT TO GO BLOND, YOU LOSER!
OH!
OH...MY...BLOND!
OH, THAT'S IT.
I'M GONNA START CALLING YOU
"BLONDECAI."
HOW MANY BLONDECAIS DOES IT TAKE
TO ORDER A CUP OF COFFEE?
JUST ONE -- YOU!
>> Margaret: HEY, RIBGY.
I GOT YOUR USUAL.
CAN I GET YOU ANYTHING, SIR?
>> Mordecai: UH, HEY, MARGARET.
IT'S ME.
M-MORDECAI?
>> Margaret:
UM, I LIKE YOUR HAIR, MORDECAI.
EXCUSE ME.
>> Rigby: OH, MAN!
WHO KNEW WINNING A BET WOULD BE
THIS HILARIOUS?
I GOT TO USE IT.
KEEP AN EYE ON MY COFFEE,
BLONDIE.
>> Mordecai: JERK.
>> Rigby: AHH!
IT FEELS GOOD TO BE THE CHAMP.
YET I CAN'T HELP BUT FEEL...
BAD SOMEHOW.
MEH.
HUH?
HE DITCHED ME?
HM! HM!
>> YOUR FRIEND WAS BASHING YOU
PRETTY HARD THERE.
>> DUMB JOKES ABOUT YOUR HAIR?
>> Mordecai: YEAH.
>> YEAH. WE'VE HEARD THEM ALL.
>> NORMAL-HAIRS ARE ALWAYS
JEALOUS OF OUR STYLE.
AND YOU, MY FRIEND, HAVE STYLE.
>> Mordecai: REALLY?
>> YEAH, MAN.
YOU SHOULD TOTALLY HANG OUT WITH
US.
>> Rigby: HEY, BLONDECAI, WHO
ARE THESE GUYS?
>> OH, SORRY, MAN.
WE DON'T TALK TO NORMAL-HAIRS.
>> Rigby: HM! HM!
THAT'S TOO BAD, 'CAUSE I GOT A
REALLY FUNNY JOKE FOR YOU.
HOW DO YOU CONFUSE A BLONDECAI?
YOU DON'T.
THEY'RE BORN THAT WAY!
OH!
>> HM. THAT WAS PRETTY GOOD.
HERE'S A JOKE FOR YOU.
WHAT'S BROWN, BLACK, AND BLUE
AND LYING IN A DITCH?
>> Rigby: UH, WHAT?
>> YOU -- IF YOU DON'T TAKE THAT
BACK RIGHT NOW.
>> Rigby: AAH!
>> I'M JUST YANKIN' YOUR CHAIN,
MAN.
IT'S COOL.
>> Rigby: HUH?!
>> Mordecai:
OH!
>> AH.
HE'S HAD ENOUGH.
>> Rigby: HMPH!
HEY, WHY DID THE BLONDECAI JUMP
OVER THE CLOCK?
EXCUSE ME.
SO HE COULD GET SOME OVERTIME!
YOU KNOW.
BECAUSE YOU'RE...DUMB.
ANYWAY, YOU WANT TO HANG OUT?
>> Mordecai: NAH.
I'M ACTUALLY GONNA GO HANG OUT
WITH THE BLONDS.
>> Rigby: AGAIN?!
WHAT DO YOU DO WITH THOSE GUYS,
ANYWAY?
>> Mordecai: WE PLAY VIDEO
GAMES, WATCH MOVIES, EAT
TACOS.
YOU KNOW -- COOL STUFF.
>> Rigby: WE DO THOSE THINGS
ALL THE TIME!
YOU SHOULD STAY HERE.
>> Mordecai: AND RISK BEING MADE
FUN OF?
NO, THANKS.
SEE, THE GUYS TELL ME THAT THE
FOLLICALLY NORMATIVE ENVIRONMENT
OF THIS PARK IS WAY TOO
"BLOND-HOSTILE."
BESIDES, THE BLONDS ARE REALLY
COOL.
>> Rigby: BUT -- BUT, MORDECAI!
>> HEY, COME ON, MORDECAI.
>> Mordecai: HEY, GUYS!
>> Rigby: MORDECAI!
YOU DON'T HAVE TO GO.
>> Mordecai: OH, YES, I DO.
I'M BLONDECAI NOW, SO I GOT TO
HANG OUT WITH THESE GUYS.
SEE YA LATER, DUDE!
>> Rigby: MORDECAI! WAIT!
SKIPS! SKIPS!
I NEED YOUR ADVICE!
>> Skips: LET ME GUESS.
YOU CHEATED ON A BET.
>> Rigby: HOW DID YOU KNOW?
>> Skips: I COULD TELL BY THE
SHAME IN YOUR EYES.
>> Rigby: IT'S TRUE!
I CHEATED ON A BET, AND NOW
MORDECAI HAS A WEIRD HAIRCUT AND
HE'S HANGING OUT WITH ALL THESE
CREEPY DUDES AND --
>> Skips: RIGBY, YOU SHOULD HAVE
THE COURAGE TO TELL MORDECAI YOU
CHEATED.
EVEN THOUGH HE'LL BE UPSET AT
FIRST, MORDECAI WILL RESPECT
YOUR HONESTY.
>> Rigby: YEAH.
I WAS WITH YOU UNTIL THE
"HONESTY" AND "COURAGE" PART.
IS THERE ANY WAY I CAN GET OFF
SCOT-FREE?
>> Skips: WAIT.
YOU'RE NOT TAKING MY ADVICE?
>> Rigby: I GOT IT!
I'LL JUST CALL THE BET OFF!
>> Skips:
"CALL THE BET OFF."
OKAY.
DON'T SAY I DIDN'T WARN YOU.
>> Rigby: MORDECAI, I WANT TO
CALL OFF THE BET.
>> Mordecai: WHAT? NO WAY!
I NEVER BACK OUT OF A BET.
REMEMBER?
>> Rigby: FORGET ABOUT THE BET!
WE CAN GO BACK TO YOU BEING
MORDECAI INSTEAD OF BLONDECAI!
>> Mordecai: TO BE HONEST, I
KIND OF LIKE BEING BLONDECAI
NOW.
WITHOUT THIS BET, I NEVER WOULD
HAVE BEEN ABLE TO MAKE SUCH COOL
FRIENDS.
WELL, THANKS AGAIN, MAN.
>> Rigby: WHERE ARE YOU GOING?
>> Mordecai: OH.
THE BLONDS ARE GONNA LET ME
MOVE IN WITH THEM UNTIL THE BET
IS OVER.
>> Rigby: WHAT?!
NO! THAT WASN'T PART OF THE BET!
>> Mordecai: DUDE, CHILL.
IT'S ONLY GONNA BE TILL THE END
OF THE WEEK.
I DON'T KNOW WHAT YOUR PROBLEM
IS.
>> Rigby: MORDECAI! WAIT!
MORDECAI!
I HAVE SOMETHING TO TELL YOU!
HUP! HUP! HUP! HUP! HUP! HUP!
HUP! HUP! HUP! HUP! HUP!
>> PHEW!
ALL RIGHT, GREAT FUN RUN, GANG.
LETS GO PLAY SOME VIDEO GAMES.
>> Mordecai: I'LL CATCH UP WITH
YOU GUYS IN A SEC.
>> OKAY.
>> Mordecai:
>> Rigby: MORDECAI!
>> Mordecai: HUH?!
>> Rigby: I'VE BEEN TRYING TO
TALK TO YOU ALL DAY!
BUT THOSE BLOND CREEPS KEEP
CUTTING ME OFF!
>> Mordecai: NOW, I KNOW YOU'RE
TRYING TO BE NICE AND CALL OFF
THE BET.
BUT THE TRUTH IS, YOU GOT
SKILLS.
AND YOU GOT ME. YOU GOT ME GOOD.
>> Rigby: NO, MORDECAI.
THE TRUTH IS YOU DON'T HAVE TO
DO THE BET, 'CAUSE I CHEA--
CHEA...CHEA...CHEA...CHEA...
YOO! WOW!
BLESS ME.
>> Mordecai: THAT WAS THE
WEIRDEST SNEEZE I'VE EVER HEARD.
WELL, IT WAS GOOD TO CATCH UP,
BUT I BETTER BE GOING.
I'M GONNA BE LATE FOR MY SECRET
CLUB INITIATION.
>> Rigby: INITIATION?!
>> Mordecai: YEAH, APPARENTLY
YOU GET A REALLY COOL RING FOR
JOINING.
IN FACT, THERE'S ACTUALLY ONLY
ONE MORE THING I HAVE TO DO
BEFORE BECOMING A MEMBER.
>> Rigby: UH...
WHAT'S THAT?
MORDECAI, WHAT'S GOING ON?
>> Mordecai: I NEED TO BLOND AN
OUTSIDER.
>> Rigby: B-B-BLOND?
HUH?
MORDECAI, WHAT'S GOING ON?
>> Mordecai: WE'RE PREPARING FOR
THE BLONDENING.
>> Rigby: THE WHAT?
>> BROTHER MORDECAI, YOU HAVE
MADE A PACT WITH THE ORDER OF
THE BLONDS.
HERE'S A REALLY COOL RING TO
SHOW THAT YOU'RE A MEMBER OF OUR
REALLY COOL CLUB.
NOW, YOU KNOW WHAT HAS TO BE
DONE.
BLOND THE NORMAL-HAIR...
TO DEATH!
>> Rigby:
MORDECAI! DON'T DO THIS!
>> Mordecai: I HAVE TO.
I GOT TO TAKE THE GOOD WITH THE
BAD.
A BET IS A BET.
PLUS, THIS RING IS REALLY COOL,
MAN.
>> Rigby:
>> Mordecai: GOODBYE, RIGBY.
THANK YOU FOR HELPING ME TO
REALIZE MY TRUE SELF.
>> Rigby:
NO! MORDECAI!
YOU DON'T HAVE TO DO THIS!
YOU DON'T HAVE TO BE A BLOND.
THE BET ISN'T EVEN REAL, BECAUSE
I CHEATED!
I CHEATED ON THE VIDEO GAME!
I'M SORRY!
>> Mordecai: THAT'S ALL I NEEDED
TO HEAR.
>> Rigby: HUH?
>> Mordecai: I KNEW YOU CHEATED,
DUDE.
I WAS JUST WAITING FOR YOU TO
COME CLEAN TO TEACH YOU A
LESSON.
>> Rigby: OH!
SO THESE BLONDS ARE ALL JUST
WEARING WIGS TO TEACH ME A
LESSON, TOO?
>> Mordecai: UH, NO.
THEY'RE ACTUALLY AN EVIL SECRET
CLUB.
WE SHOULD PROBABLY RUN FOR OUR
LIVES NOW.
>> GET 'EM!
>> Rigby: WHAT THE HECK, DUDE?
THOSE THINGS SHOOT LASERS?!
>> AAH!
>> OH!
>> AAH!
>> OH!
>> Mordecai: YES!
>> Both: WHOA!
>> Mordecai: DUDE, PEROXIDE?
>> Rigby: THESE GUYS AREN'T
EVEN REAL BLONDS.
LOOK! AN ELEVATOR!
>> KILL THEM!
AND TAKE THE SACRED RING FROM
THE OUTSIDER!
>> Rigby: COVER ME!
DUDE, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!
DON'T SHOOT THE BARRELS!
>> Mordecai: I'M NOT!
THEY WANT THEIR RING BACK...
...I'M GONNA GIVE IT TO THEM.
COME ON! COME ON!
>> OH, MAN. THAT'S NOT GOOD.
>> Rigby: WELL, MORDECAI, I'VE
LEARNED MY LESSON.
>> Mordecai: OH, YEAH?
>> Rigby: YEAH.
IT'S NOT COOL TO CHEAT ON BETS.
AND THOUGH MY PHYSICAL WOUNDS
ARE MINOR, THIS LESSON WILL
PSYCHOLOGICALLY SCAR ME FOR
YEARS TO COME.
>> Mordecai: SO NO MORE
CHEATING, HUH?
WOULD YOU CARE TO...
WAGER ON THAT?