The trio are playing a video game. "Wooooooaaaahh! I beat the whole game without even taking a hit." (Y/n) bragged. "I could have done that." Rigby said as Pops comes in. "(Y/n), Mordecai, Rigby, hello! Would you two mind picking up a painting for me today?" Pops asked. "Yeah sure, that sounds fun." (Y/n) said. "What's the occasion, Pops?" Mordecai asked. "Tonight's the Hall of Park Managers' annual celebration," Pops shows the picture. "And Benson is being honored." Pops said.

"Wow, they have a hall for everything these days." Rigby said. "Hmph, yes, all the greatest park managers in the tri-county area have been represented there." Pops said. "This sounds like kind of a big deal, are you sure you want us to do it?" Mordecai asked. "Good point, we always manage to screw everything up somehow." (Y/n) said. "Nonsense! I trust you. Benson's portrait is at the local gallery." Pops shows another picture. "Here is their information." Rigby grabs the information. "We won't let you down, Pops." Mordecai said. "See you at the celebration."

Pops starts running, laughing, and throwing all the papers and (Y/n) giggles. "Oh Pops." She said. "Picking up a portrait!" Her best friends said. The trio go to the Gallery Chic. The lady is about to close the door. "No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no!" (Y/n) takes a deep breath. "Hi. Sorry we're late, we're here to pick up a painting." She said. "I was wondering when you'd show up." She replied. (Y/n), Mordecai and Rigby are walking back to the house. Mordecai is carrying Benson's portrait while Rigby is carrying a hot pretzel. "So, no one's seen this painting yet?" Rigby asked.

"Nope." Mordecai said. "You know, we could see this painting now." Rigby said. "Bad idea." (Y/n) said. "Aw, come on (Y/n)! Why are you so paranoid?" Rigby asked. "Is that a real question?" (Y/n) asked, as she turns to face him. "Well yeah...." He said. "Something bad ALWAYS happens whenever we do something we're not supposed to."

(Y/n) said. "Oh yeah? Like what?" Rigby asked, and (Y/n) begins counting with her fingers. "How about breaking a hole in the wall, getting captured by a country club, getting Pops so dizzy you had to free him from his own mind, throwing a party once Benson leaves, messing around with too many solids, getting too smart by overdosing on BrainMix, should I continue, or do you feel dumb enough?" (Y/n) asked, a smirk forming.

Rigby rolls his eyes. "Ha ha, but if I recall, you've made just as many mistakes as we have, (Y/n)." Rigby said. "Ha! No way!" (Y/n) said. "Yes way!" Rigby said. "Fine, but only BECAUSE of something either of you did." (Y/n) shot back, and Rigby rolls his eyes again. "Anyway, you went to art school, Mordecai. Don't you want to see Benson, like, interpreted or look at the paint... composition?" Rigby asked. "Well, I guess that could be kinda cool." Mordecai said.

"What?! You're actually agreeing with him on this?" (Y/n) asked in disbelief. "Come on (Y/n), nothing that bad could happen." Mordecai replied. Rigby goes to rip open the painting's protective wrapping paper. "Sweet! Let's rip her open." He said. "Whoa, dude. You're not going near it with that pretzel." Mordecai said. "My hands are clean. Check it out. One finger holds the pretzel while the others do what I want. See, that's why pretzels are the perfect food. They got handles." The pretzel slips out of Rigby's hand and slides down Benson's exposed portrait, to which Rigby gasps.

"Oh no, dude. Oh no, dude! OH NO, DUDE! Wipe it off!" Mordecai shouted. Rigby tries to wipe it off, which only makes a bigger mess. "Rigby, stop! You're making it worse!" (Y/n) shouted. "Aaah!" The trio shouted. "We just ruined Benson's face for Benson's face thing!" Rigby shouted. "We're fired. That's it! We're fired!" Mordecai said. "Yeah, so would this be a good time to say I told you so?" (Y/n) asked. "(Y/N)!" Her best friends scolded. "Sorry, sorry." She said.

"You're the art guy. Make us not fired!" Rigby shouted. "Okay. The party's in seven hours." Mordecai begins to think of a plan. "Hmm. Hmm. Hmmmmmm. Hmm, hmm. Yup. I'm going to repaint this thing." He said. "Sweet! Let's get this party started!" Rigby said. "OOOOOOOOH!!" The duo said, while (Y/n) face palms. Mordecai grabs a box labelled 'Mordo's art stuff' and coughs. He then sets up a canvas and tries to decide how he wants to paint Benson's portrait. "Okay, Benson. Benson. Okay... Benson." He said. "Ugh! Come on, just start already!" Rigby said. "You don't need to rush him, Rigby. This was your fault you know." (Y/n) said. "Fine... why don't you help him at least?" Rigby asked her.

"When was the last time you actually drew something?" Rigby asked. "It's a process, man. In art school they taught us to really explore the subject and take time to really understand the deeper meaning." Mordecai said. Rigby makes an obnoxious fart noise in response. "Come on, this is Benson. It's not hard. Move." Rigby begins to paint on the blank canvas.

"Watch. He's round, angry, red... big ol' face. Whatever, done. Perfect." A sloppily-drawn Benson is revealed, and (Y/n) snorts. "Yeah, that's a great picture dude." She said sarcastically. Rigby glares at her before giving her the paintbrush. "Okay fine, you try and do it miss smarty pants." He said. "Fine." She ends up painting a better one than Rigby's, but it still wasn't the best. (Y/n) cringes at her work. "Oh..." "Hmm. Hmm." Rigby said with crossed arms. "See?" He asked.

"Okay, okay, sorry." She sighs and puts down the paint brush. "Augh. I just can't concentrate with you two here watching me." Mordecai said. "Oh, so that's your excuse? Fine, but you better have something done when we get back." (Y/n) said. She and Rigby go to leave. "I will! Once I, like, get the lights right, and the paint's gotta set... wait for the gesso to dry..." Rigby slams the storm doors on his way out. "Alright." Mordecai claps his hands. "Time to get to business." He claps again.

"Just gotta..." he fiddles with a radio. "Pick the right tune." Later in the day, (Y/n) and Rigby return and Rigby has a hot pretzel. "So, how's it going?" Rigby asked. "Dude, another hot pretzel?" Mordecai asked. "Of course another hot pretzel. This is who I am, now. Deal with it." Rigby said, and (Y/n) snorts. "Are you sure about that? Are pretzels really your new favorite? Or are they just your new favorite just for the purpose of this episode?" (Y/n) asked, and Rigby looks at her. "What did you just say?" He asked. "What? Did I say something weird?" She asked. "You said episode, as if we're in a tv show or something." Rigby said. "I did?" (Y/n) asked, having no memory of what she just said.

"Yeah, you did." Mordecai said. "Huh, weird... Anyway what were we talking about?" She asked. "The painting, (Y/n)." Rigby eats the pretzel. "Alright, let me have a look." He said. "Uh, naw." Mordecai quickly blocks the painting. "It's not ready yet." He said. "Come on, I wanna see!" Rigby pulls Mordecai out of the way. "It's a work in progress." Mordecai said. Rigby and (Y/n) see the same creepy-drawn painting from before. "Dude, you literally haven't done anything!" (Y/n) scolded. "I said it's a work in progress!" He fired back. Rigby sighs.

"Seriously, Mordecai, what's the hold up? Hungry? Thirsty? Didn't graduate and are a huge loser?" Rigby asked. "I think you just described yourself." (Y/n) said to Rigby, and Mordecai laughs. "Burn!" He said. Rigby just rolls his eyes. "But really Mordecai, what's wrong?" (Y/n) asked. "It's just... uhh..." (Y/n) motions for him to continue. "Alright, look. Whenever I drew portraits in college, they always went badly. They'd always misinterpret it, or get offended, and it was just tough because... ugh, whatever. I just can't do portraits." Mordecai said. "It's okay, dude. I'm sure you can conquer your fear. Can you say no to that face?" (Y/n) gestures to her sloppy drawing of Benson, and Mordecai cringes.

"Oh god... yes, I can definitely say no to that face." He said, and the trio laugh. "We believe in ya, man." Rigby said. "Alright, I'm gonna try a trick that always worked in art school." Mordecai puts a tape on. The words 'Painting is Great with Benny Harris' appear. "Oh. Hey there, fellow painters, Benny Harris here. And today I'll be showing you how to make some beautiful little portraits." Benny said. "Hmm, hmm." Mordecai said. Mordecai finally attempts to paint Benson's portrait. "And sometimes, we just gotta take our accidents and make them a little more chipper.

Cheer up there, little moustache! Now that's a pleasant little mustache we just painted." Benny said. "Hmm. Hmm, hmm." Mordecai said. "And do you know why?" Benny asked. "Mm-mm." Mordecai said. "Cause I pictured it in my mind's eye." The hedgehog on his shoulder chirps in response, and he laughs. "Penelope sure does love it when I get existential." Benny said. "Mind's eye." Mordecai sighs. Mordecai then has a flashback of when he was still in art school. A young woman comes up to him. "Hey!" Mordecai looks up. "So you're, like, an artist?" The woman asked. "Yeah. I mean, I'm in art school, so... " he laughs. "So, could you, like, draw me?" The woman asked. "Oh, yeah, sure." He quickly draws her and shows her the picture. As soon as the woman sees it, she runs away crying. Mordecai groans loudly in response.

Back to the present, Mordecai is groaning in the exact same manner. "Relax. The human mind can be a spooky place full of all your fears, memories, and secrets. Focus on that there subject." Benny said. "Okay, okay." In Mordecai's mind, he is still picturing the girl crying. He groans in concentration and he is able to replace the crying woman with Benson. "Hi, I'm Benson.

Your boss, former drummer, stick hockey enthusiast." Benson said. "Yeah, yeah. Yeah!" In reality, he begins to paint, only to create a cubist painting. "Uh, ooooh." Skips and Benson are talking outside. "Benson, you excited for the party tonight?" Skips asked. "Yeah! It feels really good to be given this huge honor. I can't wait." Rigby and (Y/n) walk in. "Hey man, how's it going? I assume everything's aweso-ooooooh!" Rigby said. "Ugh. This is horrible. I can't show this to Benson." Mordecai then hears Benny say something and turns his attention to the TV.

"Now I know our mind's eye can sometimes get a little messy. When my thoughts get clogged up, I find taking some slides really inspires my creative flow." Benny said. "Dudes, that's it! I just need some reference." Rigby pulls out a camera. "'I'm on it!" He runs outside. "Yeah, I mean, Audrey and I aren't really calling it a date... " Rigby starts taking pictures. "Rigby, what are you doing? Stop! Stop it! Get out of my face with that camera or you're fired!"

Rigby stops taking pictures and rushes back to Mordecai and (Y/n). "Alright, let's go get these babies developed." Rigby said. Later the trio are back at the park. "Okay, let's see what we got here." Rigby turns on a projector and flips through all the photos he took. "Nice. Cool. Woah!" He said. "Rigby, I can't use any of these." Mordecai said. "He moves around a lot, got all that nervous energy." Rigby said. "Augh!" Mordecai said. "Mordecai stop doubting yourself so much! Come on, you got all you need here!" (Y/n) flips through the photos. "His face, hands, feet, that's his, you know, his butt, that's an important element." She said. He sighs.

"Yeah. I guess I can piece it together." He starts painting. "You're doing it!" Rigby said. "Dude, don't jinx it." Mordecai said, then goes back to painting. (Y/n)'s phone suddenly rings and she answers it. "Hey, Pops." She said. "Yes, hello, (Y/n). It's Pops, your friend Pops from the park. Say, I must ask, where's the portrait? We're all waiting." Pops said. "Oh, it's going great, gonna be great, everyone's gonna love it!" Mordecai tries to silence (Y/n) with hand motions.

"I think the artists really had some breakthroughs. Get your hopes way, way way up! We'll be there soon, very soon." She hangs up. "(Y/n), why'd you say all that?" Mordecai asked. "Because it's true. You gotta be done by now." She said. "No, I still gotta fix the-" Mordecai said. "There's no time! I'm sure it's fine!" Rigby said. "Seriously, it's not ready yet. And keep that stupid pretzel away from it!" Mordecai said. "Yeah Rigby, you don't another incident like last time." (Y/n) said.

"I'm sorry, but seriously, we have to go now!" Rigby said. "But they're gonna hate it! No!" Mordecai ends up pushing Rigby, whose hot pretzel sauce ends up getting all over the projector. "Hmm. Something weird normally happens when that happens." Rigby said. "Ain't that an understatement." (Y/n) said. Rigby then slips and spills his cheese sauce on the projector. "Oh no, my dipping sauce!" (Y/n), Mordecai and Rigby are coughing as something emerges from the projector.

"What is that?" Mordecai asked. More objects begin to emerge. "Dude, are those your horrible slides?" He asked. A Benson slide then leaps up and latches onto a pipe. "We're horrible? You call this art?" He shows Mordecai his painting. "What do you mean?" Mordecai asked. "This portrait looks nothing like me!" The Benson shouted. "What would you know? You're not even the real Benson!" (Y/n) snapped. "You've ruined everything!" The Benson shouted, ignoring her comment. "Destroy the painting!" Another Benson slide begins to climb up Mordecai's leg.

"Aaah!" Rigby begins hitting the Benson slides with Mordecai's painting and (Y/n) pulls the Benson off Mordecai's leg. "No! Mordecai is good at art!" Rigby shouted. A Benson slide goes through a paper shredder. "Rigby's not an artist! You can't trust his opinion! Or (Y/n)'s!" Another Benson shouted. "They're my friends!" Mordecai defended. He kicks the slide. "Exactly!" He crawls back over towards Mordecai.

Rigby is shown running away with the painting. "Give me that cubic trash!" Rigby screams and flings the slide, which lands back on top of him. "Rigby!" (Y/n) quickly runs over to help him. "Mordecai, there's no time! We have to get to the party!" Rigby shouted. "Their punches are like paper cuts!" Three Benson slides attack Rigby and (Y/n). Mordecai goes to get rid of them, but another slide jumps onto the pipe he's holding. "You're just another slacker that went to art school to feel like he accomplished something!"

Mordecai flings the slide into the TV, which activates Benny Harris's ghost. "Benny Harris!" The trio said. "Well, hey there!" He replied. "What should we do?" Mordecai asked. "I always say use what you see in your mind's eye." Benny said. Mordecai kicks a Benson slide. "Dude, that didn't work!" He shouted. "Who cares? What's more important is that you made something. That's more than most people can say. Look at that guy. He probably never made anything in his life." Benny said.

"Hey!" Rigby shouted. A Benson slide punches him in the face, and (Y/n) punches it back. "But the painting's all wrong! I messed it up! Now Benson's night is gonna be ruined."  Mordecai said. "Well, sometimes we gotta take our accidents and make them a little more chipper." Benny holds up a paintbrush. "But how does that stop the Bensons?" (Y/n) asked. "Ugh, just paint over them. They're slides!" Benny said. "Oh, cool." Mordecai walks over to a can of paint. "Might as well just give up now. You couldn't use a paintbrush to save your life!" A Benson Blob Slide said. "Well then I won't use a paintbrush." He dunks his fist in the paint can.

He throws a ball of paint at the slide, which eliminates it. Rigby gasps in admiration. Mordecai then punches another slide, which sends paint flying onto the canvas. The shredded Benson slide climbs onto Rigby, who dives into another can of paint. He shakes the paint off like a dog and eliminates another Benson slide that is crawling towards him. (Y/n) grabs another can of paint and throws it at another Benson. "You're making a mess! Clean it up or you're fired!"

Mordecai throws Rigby at the slide, which then ultimately ends up eliminating it when Rigby rams into the projector screen. Benny whistles in awe. "We did it!" Rigby said. "Thanks for your help, Benny Harris's ghost, or hologram, or astral projection, or whatever." Mordecai said. "No problamo! Don't be a stranger now, and remember to rewiiiiiiind!" He gets sucked back into the tape. "How does it look?" (Y/n) shows him the painting. "Uhhh.... wait. Help me flip it over. Good enough. Let's roll." He said. "And now, we welcome our newest member! Mr. Pops, would you please present the portrait?"

The host asked, and Pops murmurs nervously. "You didn't have (Y/n), Mordecai and Rigby do it, did you?" Benson asked. "Well..." (Y/n), Mordecai and Rigby burst through the doors. Everyone gasps in shock. "Who are those three? This is most unusual." The host said. "We brought the painting. And... we're sorry. We messed it up." Benson turns red. "But I tried to... well, I hope you like it anyway. Sorry if it isn't what you wanted." Rigby unveils it, and everyone complains.

Benson and Pops gasp in shock. "Uh... dude, flip it over!" Rigby flips it over, and everyone in the audience starts to applaud. "I understand if you want to fire me." Mordecai said. "Fire you? I think it's great! The brush work, the composition, the raw energy perfectly captured my misunderstood personality. You're actually a really great artist, Mordecai." Benson said. "Thanks." Mordecai said.

"Uh yes, yes, I love it too. But I'm sorry; this abstract, unconventional piece just isn't appropriate for a hall setting. We'll have to commission a new portrait." The host said. "You're not even going to use Mordecai's cool one?" (Y/n) asked angrily. "That's okay. I know just the place for it." Benson said. Later back at the park house, Benson is writing something at his desk. The painting is hanging behind him. Suddenly, it falls down, and Benson sighs. "Why did I have Mordecai and Rigby hang it?" He scolds himself.