All of the park workers are outside. "Alright, listen up, something really big is really happening to me today. It might change my life forever, I won't bore you with the details, but you're gonna be unsupervised for a few hours, so do whatever you want for lunch." Benson said. Everyone gasps and begins talking to each other excitedly. "What was that?" Benson asked. "We didn't say anything." Mordecai said.

"Oh, okay. Huh. You gu..you guys were asking how..." Benson said. "Nope. Weren't asking you anything." Mordecai said. "Fine, I'll tell you. Gene has formerly invited me to a park managers' luncheon!" Benson said, (Y/n)'s eyes widen with worry. "Gene? As in Gene the rival park manager?" She asked worriedly. "Are you sure about this, Benson?" She asked. "Yeah, Gene sucks!" Rigby agreed. "That may be true, but I've never been invited and it is a huge honor, not to mention very exclusive." Benson said. "This sounds bad." Skips said. "I'm just gonna weigh in here for a second, this is a text book prank setup.

Invite 'em out, get 'em comfy, then BAM! Egg in the face, or pie in the face. Something ends up in someone's face, and it's usually not good." Muscle Man said. Everyone worriedly mumbles. "So you think I'm not good enough to be included. It has to be a prank!" Benson said. "What? No! that's not it at all Benson! It's not you we don't trust." (Y/n) said. "She's right, it's Gene." Pops said. "No, I get it, fine. I'm not a good enough manager to be recognized. I'm glad to have that cleared up! You guys enjoy your long lunch, and next time, don't pry into my private affairs!" He walks away and (Y/n) sighs. "So what are we gonna do about the lunch?" Skips asked.

"I was thinking pizza subs." Rigby said. "He means Benson's lunch, bro. Try to stay on the level." Muscle Man said, and (Y/n) snickers. "Well, I don't trust Gene, we gotta follow Benson." Mordecai said. "And then we're getting pizza subs." Rigby said, and (Y/n) rolls her eyes. "Let's keep that on the table, but first, rescuing Benson." Skips said. "Can we call it "Operation: Save Benson Before Getting Pizza Subs"?" Rigby asked. "Yeah, we'll vote on it in the car." Skips said. Hi-Five Ghost holds a green bug. (Y/n), Mordecai, Rigby and Muscle Man are raking leaves while Pops holds a bag of leaves open. (Y/n), Mordecai and Rigby are whistling as they're raking, then Benson comes out of the house. "Aw, man, raking? I'd rather play video games." Mordecai said. "Yeah, or how about Punchies?" Rigby asked. "I prefer video games." (Y/n) said.

Benson glares at the three, then Mordecai nods at Pops, and he nods back at Mordecai and holds up the bag of leaves, he walks over to Benson and falls over, as the bag opens and leaves fall down. "Oh, I fell!" Pops said. "Augh! Leaves! I can't see!" He walks blindly, and (Y/n), Mordecai and Rigby are there behind Benson's car, raking. "Wha.. What is happening?" Hi-Five Ghost throws the bug on Benson's back as it beeps. "Leaves in my mouth! Huh?" He sees (Y/n), Mordecai and Rigby walking away.

"You're gonna rake up these leaves?" The wind blows the leaves, and the rake falls down. "Hmph." He drives to go the park managers' lunch as the gang follows Benson in Skips' van. "Is the bug picking up Benson's voice?" Skips asked. "I don't know. Let me check." Mordecai turns on the walkie talkie.

"So ridiculous, can't even rake properly. Well, at least the other managers can get a kick out of it. Benson, how was your day? Oh, it was fine, taught some slackers a thing or two about proper rake usage. That's great, you must be good at it judging from those four-arms. Oh, nah. I used to be a drummer, so, you know, it's part of the package deal, package set. No, wait, drum set! Ha! What's this on my... Ow! It's a hair. Ugh. It's so long. I knew I should've shaved this morning. Maybe, I can just pluck it out. Ah, it's bad for your pores."

Benson said. "This makes me feel uncomfortable." Fives said. "I'm not ready to know Benson like this." Pops said. Benson parks near the curb and climbs out. "Gah, 'bout six or one, half a dozen of the other, really." Gene sees Benson. "Hey hey! Benson's here, it's Benson, everybody!" Gene said. "Hey, Benson, good to see you, hello!" Another park manager said. "Hello, hi Benson, nice to meet you." Said another. "Haha, yeah, speaking of leaves, earlier today I was showing my workers how to pick up leaves, but, I was a drummer, so, you know." Benson said. "Yes, of course, Benson. Let's sit down, I hear their chicken and waffles are to die for!" Gene said, and (Y/n) glares at Gene.

"Ha, order up!" Benson said. Gene and the other two laugh. They walk inside the restaurant. The others are in Skips' van. "Chicken and waffles? Ugh, I'm so hungry, I never had a lunch break! Skips, can we get a lunch break; there's a pizza sub place two blocks away!" Rigby said. "Pizza subs are not on the table, but we should really stay put for now." Skips said. "Ugh, Fine! But if I starve to death,

I blame you!" Rigby said. "Rigby, quit being so dramatic." (Y/n) said. "Now, let's talk time sheets. Alphabetical, or chronological?" Gene asked. "Well, I'm really more of an alphabetical kind of guy. You know what they say, A to Z, time ain't free!" Benson said. They laugh. Later, everyone is bored and tired in the van. Muscle Man is reading a book. "And so then I said, what are you, a man or a germaphobe?" Benson said, and they laugh again, but then the sound from the walkie talkie stops.

"Where'd the sound go?" (Y/n) asked. "Oh, something must have happened!" Pops said. They sneak over to the window of the restaurant. The park managers are laughing and Gene is slapping Benson's back. "Gene hit the bug! That sly devil!" Muscle Man said. "Looks like we'll have to go inside, closer to the food... Oh no...." Rigby said, pretending to be disappointed. The park managers talk and the park workers sit at a table nearby looking at menus. "Can I get you some drinks, some starters?"

A waitress asked Skips. "Uhh... No thanks." He said. "How about a cool Raspberry Breezenade?" The waitress asked. "No." Skips said. "Look, I'm just trying to make you guys happy." She replied. "Fine. Fine, we'll have a, uh... Raspberry bumblebee." Skips said. "That's the Boscoe's spirit!" The waitress said. "Ugh, why didn't you order any food?" Rigby asked. "Because we're not here to eat!" (Y/n) snapped. "Well excuse me for being hungry, (Y/n)!" Rigby said. "Geez, you two fight like a married couple or something..." Muscle Man said. "Well they are official now." Fives whispered back. "It's about time." Skips said. "Cameras, hidden mirrors, I try to keep an eye on them at all times." Benson said.

"And pizza subs are a kind of food!" Rigby slams his fists down on the table. "I can't take it!" He shouted. (Y/n) covers Rigby's mouth. "Shush! Everybody down!" She said. Benson hears them ducking down under the table and turns around. "We're in too deep!" Pops said. "Way to go, Rigby!" (Y/n) whispers sarcastically. "Yeah, this was a bad idea Rigby had. Let's go!" Skips said. They crawl to the exit. "Ugh! Stop hitting me! Your elbows are weirdly pointy!" Mordecai said. They run into Benson. "Hey!" Benson shouted. (Y/n), Mordecai and Rigby gasp. "Hey! You stop, you stop right there!

What do you think you're doing? This is my special luncheon!" Benson whispers. "We're trying to help! We really think you're being set up!" (Y/n) whispers. "No! They're just taking me out to lunch, someone's finally..." Benson looks around anxiously. "Someone's finally recognizing my hard work!" Benson said. "But Gene!" Rigby whispers. "You don't get it! I've made sacrifices! Stick hockey, drumming, this is all I have left! Park managing is my life! You guys want to make me look like a jerk in front of my colleagues!" They look at each other guiltily. "Sorry, Benson, we didn't know." Mordecai said. He reaches for Benson's shoulder, but Benson slaps his hand away. "No! You leave me alone! You go rake those leaves, don't make me tell you twice!" Benson shouted.

Later the group are in the van and they all sigh. "I'm feeling something almost as bad as hunger. I think it's guilt, guys." Rigby said. "Yeah, he is a great park manager. Why wouldn't they want to hang out with him?" (Y/n) asked. "It's us! We're the jerks!" Pops cries. "Chill, Pops! Let's just go home and try to forget this ever happened!" Muscle Man said. Benson is with the other park managers, and Fives sighs. "He looks so happy with them." Gene puts a sack over Benson's head. They throw him in their van and (Y/n) gasps. "What?" They all asked. "They got Benson!" (Y/n) shouted.

They drive after them into the woods to the Park Manager's Lodge. The managers take Benson inside. The gang get out of Skips' van and look through the window. Two robed men carry Benson up to the front of the lodge. Gene laughs. They tie him to a post. "Oh man, what are they doing to him?" Mordecai asked. "Looks like some sort of sacrifice." Skips said. "We gotta get in somehow!" (Y/n) said. "Jackpot, bro." Muscle Man holds up robes. They walk in disguised as lodge members. Rigby notices pizza subs on a table and gasps. "They catered with pizza subs? At least they have taste!" Mordecai punches Rigby in the arm. They walk over to the other lodge members. "Hey, why don't you turn that frown upside down!"

A masked guy said. "You know it's just my mask, Steve. You guys change up the masks and you didn't tell me. You make fun of me like this every Thursday, and it's starting to make me actually sad!" He shoves Steve. "Your attention! Attention, please!" They take the sack off Benson's head and put a mask over his mouth. "With the mask of silence secured, we may begin the ritual. Brotherhood, loyalty, discipline, these are not things you learn, these are things you are! Most people are like so much sludge in the gutters, filling space until they're expunged! But we are like the sunrise, cascading over the pines, silently illuminating the world, yeah!" Gene said.

Muscle Man notices that Pops is smiling. "No, Pops, this is bad." He said. "Oh no!" "We are park managers, and what stands before us is litter, to be composted!" Gene signals the masked men next to Benson. They raise their axes. "Now!" (Y/n) said. They take off their masks as they rescue Benson. "Huh?! Stop them!" The masked men attack the gang as they untie Benson and someone throws an axe. "Thank us later! Come on!" Mordecai shouted. As the park workers retreat, Rigby stops and grabs a pizza sub. "Hey! Hands off our pizza subs, those are special orders!" Rigby runs away with the park employees while holding the pizza sub. "Follow them! Follow them in your vehicles! Tear them apart!" Gene and the masked men follow the van in hot pursuit.

"All terrain!" One masked man rides and jumps on one side of the van as his four-wheel motorcycle makes a ramp for the other masked men to jump on top of the van. The masked man punches and strangles Skips, making him drive out of control, but he knocks the masked man out, making him roll into the ground. Another masked man breaks into the window and lands on Pops and Benson's laps. "Bad show!" Pops said. The masked man hisses, but Muscle Man throws the masked man out the window and sends him rolling into the ground. Masked Guy 2 uses his mask's nose like a sword blade to break through the rooftop. Rigby screams and rubs the pizza sub on Steffen's face. "You owe me a pizza sub!" He screams as he falls and rolls to the ground.

The van pulls for him, but closes on him. "Nope, you're taking a taxi, Steffen." Gene said. He drives dirt all over Steffen and drives off, leaving him. "I hate this club." The park employees and Benson arrive back at the park, parked the van next to the house and they get out. ""Operation: Save Benson", success!" Rigby said. "That's not the name we agreed on." Skips said. "No need to thank us, Benson." Mordecai said. Benson removes the mask from his mouth. "Thank you?! YOU'VE RUINED EVERYTHING!!!" He shouted. "Huh?" Everyone asked. Gene and the masked people arrive as they get out of their van. "Benson! I can't believe I thought you were lodge material!" Gene said. "Lodge material? See?! That's what "compost" means! They were gonna chop him up to build a cabin!" Rigby said. "You work in a park, and you don't know what "compost" means?" Gene asked in disbelief.

Benson sighs. "They were gonna cut me free and release me into the brotherhood of the lodge." He said to his employees. "It's a very sophisticated ritual that I would expect a mere subordinate to understand. That's why they weren't invited, Benson." Gene puts his hat on. "You can't control your employees, so you're out!" He said. "What?!" Benson asked. "Those are the worst employees I've ever seen! Therefore, you're the worst park manager I've ever seen! Those knuckleheads couldn't tell a lawn mower from a leaf blower!" Gene shouted. "Hey!" (Y/n) snapped. "Don't throw my employees into this! They were just trying to protect me because you're a crazy person who's done nothing but prank us!" Benson defended. "Yeah, and...?" Gene asked.

"I thought I wanted to be a lodge member, but I wouldn't abandon my employees to fit into some overblown kids' clubhouse! Now, if you would please excuse yourselves, we close at 6:00 on Thursdays." Benson said. The park employees cheer. "Ha! Benson, you old so-and-so! That was the final test!" Gene said. "Huh?" (Y/n), Mordecai, Rigby, Pops, Skips, and Muscle Man asked.

"You and your employees have truly displayed our core values! Welcome to the Lodge Benson!" Gene said. "I'm... In?" Benson asked. (Y/n), Mordecai, Rigby and Muscle Man are heckling. "BOO! GENE'S THE WORST!" Rigby said. "Benson doesn't hate that stuff!" Mordecai said. "Heh." Muscle Man said. "No way, Gene!" Pops said. Skips and Hi-Five Ghost are silent. "If you think after all that, I would still join your club?!" Benson suddenly smiles. "Then you're absolutely right!" Benson jumps in the air while the park employees are upset and Gene and the other two masked people are proud of him. "Yes!"