Mordecai is taking a pizza pouch out of a box at Pops' House. "Alright, dude. Ready?" Mordecai asked. "I was born ready. Now stop talking and hit me!" Rigby said. "With precision..." Mordecai slingshots the pizza pouch and hits it above Rigby. The whole house is covered with pizza pouches. "Dude, that was like really close this time!" Rigby said. "Yeah, I think I'm getting the hang of the tension and... oh, hey Benson." Mordecai said. "Oh boy..." (Y/n) said. Benson comes in, extremely mad.

His voice is high-pitched. "DID YOU PUT PIZZA ALL OVER THIS HOUSE?!! Don't deny it, I saw you. I saw you put pizza all over this house." Benson shouted," he circles around Rigby. "And you, you're just as guilty. You think I didn't see you do the whole thing? And (Y/n) why didn't you stop them?! You never do your job anymore!" She was about to reply when Benson interrupts. "Oh no! Don't you dare give me some snarky comeback! Guess what? YOU WHAT?! You're cleaning it too, don't worry!" Benson shouted. Benson is examining a pizza pouch. Benson yells, then hits the pizza pouch with his hand.

"YOU MAKE ME SO ANGRY, IS THAT WHAT YOU WANT?!" Some time later, Benson is still screaming. "This is a pressure washer! Do you know how to use it? You better, otherwise, I'm gonna fire you!' He shouted. He's still screaming even after some more time later. "You're cleaning every last inch of this house or you're FIRED!! DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR?!!" He storms off. "You made yourself clear all right." (Y/n) mumbled. Mordecai sighs. "Alright, let's get this over with." He said. Mordecai starts the pressure washer. "Come on; I want to use the wand." Rigby said.

"No way, dude. It's a power washer. You need to have power to control it. You and (Y/n) are too small for this thing." Mordecai said. "Come on, I got a low center of gravity. Nothing can knock me over." Rigby said. Mordecai pushes him down. "Oof!" Mordecai chuckles. "Mordecai!" (Y/n) scolded. "What? He deserved it." He said. Mordecai walks up to the house, power wand in hand.

"Alright, (Y/n). Give me some juice, but start slow!" Mordecai said. She mumbles as she sets the washer to a setting of two. "Ok, this is good." Mordecai said. "Are you sure you don't want it higher? There are all these other numbers on here!" Rigby said. "Nope." Mordecai said. (Y/n) and Rigby exchange a look and groan. Rigby sits on the ground and groans and (Y/n) watches a butterfly fly past. "I can't take this! I'm turning it up!" Rigby said. Mordecai turns around with the hose.

"No! Don't do it!" Rigby gives him an a-ok sign, then turns the washer all the way up, causing water to build up pressure and scrape off some paint on the house. "Rigby!" (Y/n) shouted. Rigby runs over to the him and so does (Y/n). "I can help!" He grabs the hose but only makes things worse. Benson is inside the house, on the phone. "So I can pick up my car tomorrow? That's great!" Water sprays at the window and Benson watches the scene. He walks out angry.

Rigby is swinging in the air hanging onto the hose. "Mordecai, (Y/n), help!" Rigby shouted. "Dude, we're trying!" Mordecai said. The pressure washer turns off and Rigby falls to the ground and (Y/n) quickly runs over to him. "Rigby are you okay?" She asked. "Yeah, I'm okay." He smiles at her. "Who turned it off?" (Y/n) asked, she turns to see Benson who is standing there, angry. "Oh no." (Y/n) said. Benson walks over to the trio. "Sorry, Benson. We know." Mordecai said. "Yeah. We'll re-paint some of the messed up parts." Rigby said. "That's not good enough! You have to re-paint the whole thing or the paint won't match!" Benson shouted. "What?!"

The trio asked. "But the whole thing's like the size of the house!" Rigby shouted. "Yeah. That's the idea. You have till the end of the weekend." Benson walks off. "UGH!" The trio said. "Geez, typical Benson, right dude?" Rigby asked. "Whatever. Let's just get started." Mordecai said. "You know, I was right there with you until the whole "get started" part. We got all weekend! Let's go play some video games. You know, the three of us." Rigby said. "Are you serious?" (Y/n) asked. Rigby turns to her.

"Yeah, of course I'm serious!" He said. "No." Mordecai said. "Let's just hang out together." Rigby said. "Rigby!" The two scolded. "Like we used to." Rigby continued. "Just stop it, okay?" Mordecai asked. "Alright, what gives?" Rigby asked. "I got plans with Anna tomorrow, and now I'll have to ditch her because you never listen to us. I don't have time for this kinda junk anymore, okay?" Mordecai said.

"You can say that again." (Y/n) mumbled, and Mordecai looks at her. "What was that?" He asked. "Nothing..." she said. "Come on, dudes. I bet we can finish it all today. Then you can still see Anna tomorrow. I mean, we paint stuff all the time, right?" Rigby asked. "I don't know." Mordecai said. "We get some tunes, some suiters, and bro it out like a couple bros." Rigby said, and Mordecai chuckles. "(Y/n)'s a girl." He said, and Rigby looks at her. "I know, but with the way she's been with us for this long, she's like a bro to me too." Rigby smiles, and she smiles back.

"Alright, dude. Classic bro time. Let's do it."  Mordecai said. Rigby plays a tape, and the trio begin to paint the house together. At the end it's revealed they only repainted the garage door. "Ugh! We're not gonna finish this today! You totally tricked me with your bro talk." Mordecai said. "Relax. You'll still be able to hang out with Anna." Rigby said. "How will I do that if I'm stuck here painting walls all day? This wouldn't have happened if you just listened to us in the first place!" Mordecai shouted.

"Okay. I can see how this is kinda my fault." Rigby said. "Kinda?" Mordecai asked. "Ok, ok. More than kinda. Look, you go hang out with Anna.  I'll finish this up." Rigby said. "Yeah, right. The whole thing?" Mordecai asked. "Hey, it's not like he'll be doing it alone, Mordecai. He's got me, we'll do this together." (Y/n) said. Rigby smiles at her gratefully and puts a paw on her right shoulder. "Yeah." He said. "Really?" Mordecai asked. "Yeah, no problem." (Y/n) said. Mordecai smiles at them and chuckles. "You two are so cute together." He joked, and the two blush a little,

then quickly pull away from each other and Mordecai laughs, and (Y/n) rolls her eyes. "Just go." She said. "Well, thanks." He walks off. "I'll see you two when it's done." Rigby and (Y/n) start getting themselves ready to paint. "Alright! Solo bro. Uno bro. Bro number one. Bro number two is with his lady. And that's cool with bro number one. Brody bro bro bro. One bro." Rigby pauses, then goes inside, and (Y/n) follows. "Time for a break." He said. "Already?" (Y/n) asked. "Yeah, only for a half hour or so." Rigby said. Rigby sits down on the couch in front of the TV. "Okay..." (Y/n) said, then sits next to him on the sofa. "I hope you saved room for desert!"

On T.V., RGB2 is on a raft with Carter and Briggs. They are holding their respective weapons. "Oh, we always save room...for donuts!" Carter said. "Aw yeyeyeyeeyeah!" The duo said. The T.V shows an ad saying, "A WORD FROM OUR SPONSOR. STAY TUNED!" "Return to "Carter & Briggs meet RGB2" after these messages." There is an ad showing Stealth Co. Rigby is awed. "Woah!" The ad shows different stealth parts. "What is it that you need?" It echoes. "Stealth" another echo.

The ad shows a house. "Paint your house for free. Stealth. A message says: "We'll paint your house for FREE! 555-0100 Call now!" (Y/n) raises an eyebrow. "This week only, be a part of our new experimental test phase and we'll paint your house for FREE! Call now!" Stealth. The house winks before fading. "Okay, is it just me? Or is anyone else feeling serious Déjà Vu right now?" (Y/n) asked. "Nope, just Déjà V you." Rigby said, and (Y/n) turns to him in disbelief for his lame joke. "Get it? Because it's just you, with the Déjà Vu..." Rigby said.

"A subsidiary of the US government." The announcer said. Rigby begins dialing the number on his phone and calls, soon after the doorbell rings. "Huh?" (Y/n) asked. She answers the door, only to find nobody there. "That's weird." She then closes the door. "What the-?!" (Y/n) asked. "What's wro- whoa!" Rigby turns to see what surprised her. A man is revealed to have come through the house window. "Afternoon, citizens." The man said. "Who are you?" Rigby asked. He closes the window.

"I'm a Stealth Co. agent from Stealth Co. Corporation." The man replied. "Wait, I was just calling a Stealth Co. about getting my house painted." Rigby said. "Yeah, how did you possibly get here that fast?" (Y/n) asked suspiciously. "We have our ways. Just need you to sign the contract." The agent said. "Ok." Rigby said. The agent holds out the contract in front of him. "Dude, this is like a million pages long!" Rigby said. The agent flips the page. "Just sign here to get started." And Rigby was about to until (Y/n) grabs his right arm, stopping him.

"Rigby! Are you serious?! You're just going to sign a contract again without even bothering to read it?" She asked in disbelief, and Rigby rolls his eyes. "(Y/n), not this again." He groans. "But I'm cautious about this kind of thing for a reason! Mind I remind you of all the other times something bad happened when you weren't careful with contracts? Benson had that incident with Peeps, and with Jack, and you and Mordecai signed that contract with the coffee bean which didn't turn out well either!"

(Y/n) shouted. "True, but to be fair, Benson was the one who screwed up most of the time." Rigby said, and (Y/n) growls, and Rigby flinches. "Okay okay! So most of the time it hasn't worked out so well, but give me a break! You really think just the two of us will be able to get this house done by the end of the weekend?" Rigby asked, and (Y/n) sighs. "Fine Rigby, do what you want. But don't say I didn't warn you." (Y/n) said. Rigby rolls his eyes again, then signs the contract. The agent flips the page again. "And here." Rigby signs again. "Uh, initials here for us to paint the inside." The agent said. "And it's still free, right?" Rigby asked, and the agent nods. "Mm-hmm." Ribby places the initials. "Nice!"

The agent holds out a fingerprint scanner. "Fingerprint here." He said. "What do you need his fingerprint for?" (Y/n) asked suspiciously. "That's classified." The agent said, and (Y/n) huffs and crosses her arms in annoyance. Rigby places his paw. The agent then scans his right eye. "Retinal scan. Aaaaaand blood sample." He injects a syringe into Rigby's right arm, causing him to scream. "Hey!" (Y/n) shouted, then she glares at the agent. "Excellent, you are a true patriot.

We'll be done in a few hours. Go ahead, go relax." He hands Rigby a fleece pullover. "And please accept this complimentary fleece pullover, courtesy of Stealth Co." The agent said. "What?" (Y/n) asked, she was starting to get really concerned. "Wow!" Rigby said. "C'mon, (Y/n)!" Rigby grabs her right arm and drags her out of the house. "Hey!" She squealed. Rigby took (Y/n) to the Coffee Shop. "I don't know, it's just one of those things where it's like, "whoa". You know?" Anna asked. Mordecai chuckles. "Yeah, I totally know." Rigby comes in wearing the pullover with (Y/n) beside him. "Hey, Mordecai." Rigby said.

"Shouldn't you two be painting the house?" Mordecai asked. "Oh, should we?" Rigby asked. "Your most relaxing drink, please." Rigby then said to Eileen. "I'm on it." She walks away. "Yes, you two should. Quit messin' around and go finish the job!" Mordecai said. "You can call off your dogs, Mordecai. We're done. Because we listened to you." Rigby said. "See? You have nothing to worry about." Anna said.

"Yeah, alright. Cool. Thanks, guys." Mordecai said. Rigby takes his drink from Eileen. "No problembro." Rigby takes a sip. "Eileen, this is just hot water." He said. "It's good for your digestion." She replied, making (Y/n) giggle. (Y/n), Mordecai and Rigby head back to Pops' house. Rigby throws his pullover in the trash. "So what do you two wanna do for the rest of the weekend?" Mordecai asked.

"I don't know. Maybe check out that loaded potato place. What do you think, (Y/n)?" Rigby asked.  Mordecai looks ahead. "What?!" He asked, (Y/n) turns to look as well. "Oh god...." "It's a baked potato filled with stuff." Rigby said. "No, look. Rigby, where's the house?" (Y/n) asked. The house is no longer where it should be. "I don't know. It's supposed to be right- ooh!" He bumps into something invisible. "Ow! What happened?" Rigby asked.

(Y/n), Mordecai and Rigby look up and see a bird fly into something invisible. "Okay, this is weird. What did you do?" Mordecai asked. "...You know, I just hired some professionals." Rigby said. "What?! (Y/n), why didn't you talk him out of it?!" Mordecai asked angrily. "I tried!" She snapped. Mordecai slides a finger at the invisible thing, and a scrape appears from before. "Woah. What? What kind of guys did you hire?" He asked. "Good question."

(Y/n) grumbled, and Rigby turns to glare at her for a moment. "Professional guys! They seemed legit! I even signed this contract." He goes to a trash bin and takes the contract. He gives it to Mordecai, who looks over it. "Rigby, this says "Stealth Co."! They made our house stealth! And I'm pretty sure (Y/n) warned you NOT to sign this, am I wrong?!" Mordecai asked. Rigby turns to her with a look of guilt.

"Yeah, she... she did." Rigby said. Anger flashed in Mordecai's eyes. "Why don't you ever listen to her?!" He asked. "I..." Rigby then gasps. "What does stealth mean?" He asked. "Aaah! I can't believe you didn't even read the contract." Mordecai said. "You're starting to sound like (Y/n)." Rigby said. "Besides they gave me the gist of it!" The Stealth Co. van arrives.

"Look, the Stealth Co. guy is right there. We'll just tell him to fix it." Rigby said. The trio walk up to the van. "Hey, dude. This isn't...what we...want-" (Y/n) said. Rigby opens the door, but the agent isn't there. "What the-" Mordecai asked. "Where is he?" Rigby asked. "Over here." They look behind them, and see a still agent. "Is that a piece of cardboard?" (Y/n) asked. The real agent tips down the standee. "Good eye, citizen." He takes out a handheld radar. "Mmm-hmm.

Yes, these are satisfying results." He goes to the back of the van. "As per our agreement, your house is no longer detectable by radar." The agent said. "Yeah, or our eyes! Look, there was a misunderstanding. We don't want this!" Mordecai shouted. "Well, that's perfect. The test phase is over, and on order to protect our formula, we will be destroying the product." The agent goes to the trio, carrying something in his arm.

"As per our agreement, you will be reimbursed $500, minus jet-refueling fees, which adds up to..64 cents." He places 64 cents in Rigby's paw. "Jet-refueling fees?" Rigby asked. "Wait. When are you removing the paint?" Mordecai asked. The agent pulls out a walkie-talkie. "Let's wrap it up, boys!" He shouted. "Roger that." The pilot said. "The jets will be here momentarily to destroy the house." The agent said. "What?!" The trio asked. "Well, well, how are you gonna blow up an invisible house, man?" Rigby asked. The agent pulls out a device. "With this tracking device." He throws it to the top of the invisible house.

"Granny shot! I would retreat to a safe distance if I were you." He throws down a smoke bomb, disappearing in the smoke. "Smoke bomb." The agent said. (Y/n), Mordecai and Rigby cough as the smoke clears. The agent floors his van away. "Dudes, we gotta get that tracking device." Mordecai said. "Way ahead of ya!" Rigby grabs pebbles from the ground and start throwing them at the device, but they hit against the wall and window. Rigby grunts.

"Rigby, stop! We just have to get inside and get up there." (Y/n) said. "No, I got it!" He puts up the ladder and tries to reach it. "Rigby!" Mordecai and (Y/n) shouted. "I got it!" He gets the pressure washer and tries to hose the device off. "Dude, just do what she's saying!" Mordecai shouted. "No! I can do it myself! I can be a solo bro!" Rigby shouted. "What?" (Y/n) asked. "What are you talking about?" Mordecai asked. Rigby sighs and stops. "We were supposed to do this together.

Like we always do. The three of us." Rigby said. "Then why did you say I could leave?" Mordecai asked. "Cause you got your whole "Anna" thing, and I wanted to help. It just kind of feels like we don't hang out like we used to." Rigby said. "Look, sometimes I'm gonna be doing other things. But you're my best friends. I'm not ditchin you, dude, either of you." Mordecai said. Rigby smiles, and so does (Y/n). Rigby then looks in front. "We're gonna die!" He shouted. "We gotta get inside the house!" (Y/n) shouted. They get inside and start going up.

"Dudes, it's the stairs!" Mordecai said. They run across until they hit a wall. "It's the end of the hall!" Rigby shouted. "That means the attic's right above us!" Mordecai said. He reaches for the cord. "Where's the cord?" He grabs it. "Got it!" He pulls it and something crashes. "What was that?" Rigby asked. "I don't know, Rigby. Maybe it's the broken attic ladder you said you'd fix last week." (Y/n) said.

"Quit living in the past, (Y/n)!" Rigby said. The jets are heading toward the house. "Approaching target." The pilot said. "Come on. I'll boost you up." Mordecai said. "I don't know my way around the attic!" Rigby said. "Don't worry, I'll guide you, Rigby." (Y/n) said. "Fine!" Mordecai gets him into the attic. "Now what?" Rigby asked. (Y/n) points to the left. "The window's that way!" She said. Rigby starts running. "Watch out for the mirror! Left! Right! Turntable! Bird cage! Low-hanging beam! Mousetrap! Cobwebs! Close your mouth! Exposed wire! The window's in front of you!"

(Y/n) shouted. Rigby opens it and climbs out. Benson drives to the house eating popcorn. "Ah. This buttered popcorn is good." He looks up. "Huh?" As he stops the car, he notices Rigby running toward the tracking device. "Hey! Get down from there! It's not safe!" Rigby finally reaches the device as the jets get closer. "Target in sight." The missile is being aimed at Rigby and the tracking device. "Rigby!" (Y/n) shouted worriedly. "Rigby, throw it!" Mordecai shouted. "Where?!" He asked.

"As far as you can, Rigby!" (Y/n) shouted. Rigby runs and throws the device out the invisible window. "We did it!" The trio said. "Bros!" They look down and see that Muscle Man has caught the device, and is wearing the pullover. "How much do you think I can get for this thing? $50? $60? How about this sweet pullover I found in the trash?" (Y/n), Mordecai and Rigby signal and scream for Muscle Man to get rid of the device. He takes a look at it. "Missile Tracking Device". He squeals and throws it back up. "No, not back to us!"

Rigby throws it toward Benson, who throws it to Muscle Man, who throws it to Hi Five Ghost. Everyone keeps throwing it like a game of hot potato until Benson fumbles with it. "No, no, no, no!" He then accidentally throws it into his closed car window. "No, no, no, no!" He is unable to reach the device through the smashed car window. He tries the door handle. "C'mon! Open!" The butter from his hands get stuck on the handle. "Aaah! Why did I get extra butter? C'mon!!" He tries pulling up the door lock,

but his buttery fingers make it hard. "Darn it!" Benson drops his keys and fumbles around grabbing them as the pilot aims the missile. "Benson!" (Y/n) shouted worriedly. "Lock and load." He presses a button and a missile comes out from underneath the jet. It then speeds toward the car. Benson screams and runs as the missile blows up his car. After a brief explosion, (Y/n), Mordecai and Rigby cough and go toward Benson, who is overall tempered. "Oh, man! Your car." Mordecai said. "Car?! What car? I don't see any car! Maybe it's invisible, kind of like the checks I'll be paying you with FOR THE NEXT SIX MONTHS!!!!!" He turns around and sees the house still invisible. "AND WHAT HAPPENED TO THE HOUSE?!!" Benson shouted. "Yeah, about that..." Mordecai said. "I don't think either of you should do the talking anymore." (Y/n) said.