At Mr. Maellard's Billionaire Brunch, two guests get a drink as Maellard walks towards them. "And that's what I call liquid assets!" The female guest laughs. "Maellard, oh boy! Your brunch is the event of the season!" One of the male guests said. "Eh, it's okay. But no brunch would be complete without a little dessert!" He taps his cup with his cane. "The most expensive sheet cake in the world!" A giant sheet cake is being brought in by some guards, it has "$1,000,000" written on it. If you want to know how much it costs, take a look at the frosting." Everybody laughs as Maellard smiles, when suddenly, Rigby comes through the bushes, sleeping on a lawnmower, with (Y/n) hanging on for dear life, trying to stop it. "Rigby!" She shouted worriedly, trying to wake him up. Benson turns red with anger. "RIGBY!! (Y/N)!"

They end up wrecking the cake, getting it splattered all over everybody. "Aarrggh!!!" Mr. Maellard shouted. Later the duo are in Benson's office. "What? I'm sure (Y/n) can buy you a new cake!" Rigby said. "YOU REALLY SCREWED UP THIS TIME!!" Benson shouted. "Hold on now, Benson! You share as much to blame as they do! You are their manager." Mr. Maellard said. "It's true, Benson! I told you I needed a nap." Rigby said. "You were tired because you and (Y/n) were up all night PLAYING VIDEO GAMES!" Benson shouted. "ENOUGH!!!! Rigby's and (Y/n)'s screwup but discipline starts at the top. So here's what's gonna happen."

Mr. Maellard opens a drawer, and gets out some paper and a pen. "One of you is going to write a letter of resignation by 5 o'clock. Nobody leaves this office until it's done, and if you can't work it out, YOU'RE ALL FIRED!" He leaves and slams the door. "This is the last thing I need today! First, my car breaks down and I have to get a ride from my dad. And, now this. All right, you two, stop playing around and write that letter." Benson said, and (Y/n) sighs.

"Okay." She grabs the paper and pen, but Rigby grabs them from her. "Why should we write it? Didn't you hear? Maellard said it was your fault. 'Cause you mismanaged us!" Rigby said. "Come on, Rigby! We all know this is your fault." Rigby reads a book on the desk. "Not now, Benson. I'm reading up on my management techniques, there's some really good stuff in here." Rigby said, and (Y/n) snickers, causing Benson to glare at her, and she looks away whistling innocently. Benson shakes his head, then snatches the book away from Rigby.

"Hey, I was reading that!" Rigby tries to take the book back. "Why can't you take anything seriously?" Benson asked angrily. "Why are you so uptight?!" Rigby fired back. "Guys, stop it!" (Y/n) shouted, trying to break them up. The book splits in half as the two fight for it, just before Maellard barges in. "What's going on in here?" Benson and Rigby mumble. Maellard spots the torn book and takes it away. "Give me that! This isn't "party" time, this is "write a letter to quit" time. And if I have to come back in here, I'm busting heads!" Maellard storms out. "Neither of us are writing that letter." Rigby said. Time flies to 1 o'clock.

Rigby sneaks out of the office. "Rigby, what're you doing?!" (Y/n) hissed. "Rigby, don't you make me come out there! Ugh!" Benson and (Y/n) chase Rigby, who packed a bag on his bed. "Rigby! If Mr. Maellard catches us out of the room, we're dead!" Benson shouted. "Well then you two go back so that you won't get caught!" Rigby said. "That's it, Rigby, you march right back- -!" Benson and (Y/n) hear someone coming. "Oh, shoot!" Benson and (Y/n) hide under the bed. Mordecai comes in with Skips. "Rigby, what are you doing here?" He asked. "You two can come out now." Rigby said. Benson and (Y/n) crawl out of the bed. "Oh hey, Benson. (Y/n)." Mordecai said. "Hi Mordecai." (Y/n) said. "Mmm." Benson said.

"I thought Maellard was gonna fire you." Mordecai said. Rigby scoffs. "Maellard's just bluffing." He said.  They hear footsteps from the hallway. "But Papa! You can't fire them!" Pops argued. "Aah!" Rigby shouted. "Shh! We gotta get outta here!" (Y/n) shouted. (Y/n), Benson and Rigby climb out of the window and onto the roof of the house. "Which way is your office?" (Y/n) asked Benson. "Can't you teleport?" Benson asked. "Yeah, but I don't quite have the hang of it yet!" (Y/n) whispered.

"The office is down there!" They start going around the roof to Benson's office, but Rigby stops Benson and (Y/n) when he sees Maellard looking out the window. Mr. Maellard groans. "So angry at those three! I think I'll just stare at my beloved park for a few long minutes." He said. "Nah, on second thought, I better check in on them" On that note, (Y/n), Rigby and Benson quietly gasp in shock before they quickly ran off until they found the window for Benson's office. (Y/n), Rigby and Benson crawl under the window so that Maellard wouldn't see them.

"Oh yeah-yuh!" Rigby opens the window and goes in the office, then (Y/n), but when Benson tried to get in, he slipped on a loose tile and clung onto the window. "Aah! Rigby, give me a hand!" Rigby hears the door being knocked on by Mr. Maellard and runs towards it. "Rigby!" The door slowly begins to open, only for Rigby to push the door shut and lock it. "What the-?!" Mr. Maellard asked. (Y/n) grabs Benson's hand and helps pull him up into the office, before hearing Maellard banging on the door again. Rigby opens the door. "Rigby! What's the meaning of this?!" Mr. Maellard asked. "Uh, the door was stuck. I was trying to help. You know, old house." Rigby said.

"Benson?" Mr. Maellard asked. Benson hesitates a little; nervously. "Uh... yeah, it does that sometimes. The door... sticks." Mr. Maellard looks on suspiciously and closes the door. "What am I feeling right now? What is this called?!" Benson asked exhilaratingly. "It's called being alive." Rigby said, and (Y/n) snickers. "Oh. Well... thanks for helping me." Benson said. "No problem." The time is now 2:00. Rigby plays his game on the couch while Benson sits on his desk with his hands on his head in despair. "Ohhhh, what am I gonna do? This job is my life! Okay, tell you what; if you or (Y/n) write this letter, I'll write you a stellar letter of recommendation for your next job." Benson offered.

"Yeah, Benson, I'll think about it. But I can't think on an empty stomach." Rigby pulls out a box of wings from Wing Kingdom. "You're not gonna eat those wings cold, are you?" Benson asked. "Geez, Benson, you're even uptight about how to eat hot wings!" Rigby takes a bite of a wing. "You'll do a lot better at your next job if you loosen up a bit." Rigby said. He then offers (Y/n) one. "Want one, (Y/n)?" Rigby asked. "No thanks..." (Y/n) said. Benson turns mad, runs toward Rigby and takes the box of wings. "Gimme that." He said. "Hey!" Benson opens part of his office's floor,

which leads to the ceiling ducts, and gets in. Rigby and (Y/n) follow him. "Benson, wait!" (Y/n) shouted. (Y/n), Benson and Rigby climb into the ducts. "Where are we going?" Rigby asked. "The kitchen, Rigby. We're gonna cook these wings." Benson said. "But he's fine with eating them cold." (Y/n) said. "We're better than that." Benson said. "I'm not!" Rigby said. They look at the floor of the kitchen from the air vent. "Looks like the coast is clear." Benson opens the kitchen vent and he falls out and lands on his feet, striking a pose. Rigby, however, lands on his stomach, and (Y/n) lands on top of him. "Oof!" Rigby said. "Sorry." (Y/n) said. (Y/n) carefully gets off him. "We're just gonna reheat 'em and go, right?" (Y/n) asked urgently. "Yeah." Benson said.

Rigby and (Y/n) run to the door. "We'll go look out for Maellard." Rigby said. Benson opens the kitchen cabinet. "Now where's the paprika?" Benson asked. "Are you-- Paprika? Are you kidding?!" Rigby asked. Benson has already gotten out the things needed to make his own style of the wings, with his apron on. He puts the wings in a bowl. "I thought we were just gonna reheat 'em and go." (Y/n) said. "Uh, that's what I'm doing..." he looks at the duo. "...the Benson way." He winks. Rigby and (Y/n) share an uncomfortable glance and slowly turn to the door while Benson imitates an electric guitar riff, then starts singing. "Microwave wings, microwave wings.

This is Benson's recipe for microwave wings. Dash of pepper, blast of curry, mixing 'em slow-woah, not gonna hurry." He sung. "What are you singing?" Rigby asked. "Microwave Wings", off of Cournitopia, Heir To The Throne's recipe concept album. It was a huge hit on the Adult Contemporary Prog Rock Soft Metal charts." Benson said. "Never heard of it." (Y/n) said. "Me either." Rigby said. "Microwave wings, microwave wings. Where did everybody go after the show?" Benson puts the wings in the box. "Benson's on his own again, don't ya know?

Benson eats alone." Benson puts the box in the microwave and sets the timer for 90 seconds. "Benson eats alone." He stops singing. "Man, good tune. Weird bridge though." Rigby and (Y/n) watch Pops and Mr. Maellard running and gasp. "They're coming!" (Y/n) warned. "But the song said it's gotta cook for 90 seconds, and not one second less!" Benson said. "We're bailing!" Rigby grabs (Y/n)'s left paw and runs. "Get outta our way!" Rigby jumps on Benson and hides in the air vent with (Y/n).

"Come on. Come on." Benson said. "Benson, don't be stupid." (Y/n) called. "My shirt's still got stains on it." Rigby looks to his right and screams as he sees the door open. Benson looks for a hiding spot. Pops opens the door and enters the kitchen with Maellard. "Club soda will get that right out. Now, where did I put it? Hmm..." he said. "Ah, it's probably in the pantry." Mr. Maellard walks over to the pantry. "Pops, when's the last time this kitchen was remodeled?" He turns his head to Pops and opens the cupboard with Benson hiding in it holding Rigby's wings and Pops screams. "Huh?" Mr. Maellard asked. "I mean, ah, ah, ah-ht seven. '07." Pops said.

"Ah! No wonder I like it so much." Benson crawls on the floor to avoid being spotted by Maellard. "Classic! Now, let's see." As Maellard repeats saying Club Soda, Benson signals Pops to throw him up into the vent. Pops puts his hand out and throws him into the vent. "Alley-oop!" Pops said. "Did you say something?" Mr. Maellard asked. Pops laughs. "Just doing calisthenics, father." He said.

"Aha! Getting strong, eh? Think you can take on your old man?" Maellard starts challenging Pops. and Pops cries. "No!" Pops cried. Back at Benson's office, (Y/n) Rigby and Benson are laughing. "Dude, that was awesome!" Rigby said. "Well?" Benson asked. Rigby eats the microwave wings. "You're right. These are way better!" He said. "Told ya. You should try one (Y/n)." Benson said. "Okay..." she takes a wing out and eats it. "Oh yeah, you're right!" She said, and Benson smirks. "Lunch Club!" The trio said.

(Y/n), Benson and Rigby are eating wings. Upon eating them, the three had stars in their eyes. Rigby reacts to the wings. Benson gets water from a water cooler to hydrate Rigby, spilling all the water and falling to the ground in the process. Rigby balances a wing bone, then Mordecai puts his head to the wall to hear what's happening, with (Y/n), Rigby and Benson drumming with bones. (Y/n), Benson and Rigby play The Floor is Lava. When (Y/n) covers Benson's eyes, Benson imagines the floor being covered in lava, followed by (Y/n), Rigby and Benson jumping on the cushions as platforms. Muscle Man looks through the peephole, seeing Rigby dance. (Y/n), Rigby and Benson play with action figures and wearing paper hats,

Benson as a park ranger and Rigby as a hobo. (Y/n), Benson and Rigby jam to music and later Rigby eats a microwave wing and runs on paper whilst (Y/n) times him. Skips walks by Benson's office and jams to the music. (Y/n), Benson and Rigby are now lying on the floor amongst wing bones and paper, listening to soft rock music. Benson's boombox is playing with a tape saying "Benson's Wind Down Mix", the trio is now just talking to each other. "Benson, what are you anxious about?" (Y/n) asked curiously. "Ho, ho. Awkward silences, airplane toilets, silverfish, do I have any library books out? What if they stop making that gum I like?

This recurring nightmare where I'm flailing in a futureless void. My father's there. He's laughing at me." He said. "Wow, you're pretty messed up. My dad, he was always like," he imitates his dad. "Your brother Don is so amazing. Just go back to being a screw-up, Rigby." I don't even understand half the reasons I do the things I do. I'm expected to be a clown, so I'm a clown. But clowns cry too, man. Clowns cry too." Rigby said. "My old man criticized me for being in that band. Wake up!

You don't have any talent! Get a real job! Drumming's my life, Dad! Hair to the Throne forever!" After six months, they replaced me with a drum machine. He was right. Then I started working here, where I'll probably be until I die. "Here lies some uptight park manager." Benson said. "Don't say that. You're more than that!" Rigby said. Benson chuckles. "Thanks, man. And you're more than just a goof that messes things up." He said, and (Y/n) smiles at the two. "This is nice." She said. "Huh?" They asked, then turn to her. "What do you mean?" Rigby asked.

"The bonding you're doing. Usually you two are always at each other's throats. Like Thomas and Muscle Man were. So it's nice to see the two of you actually getting along for once." (Y/n) said. The duo chuckle. "Yeah, I guess so." Benson said, then he looks at the clock. "It's almost five. What are we gonna do?" Benson asked, beginning to panic. "I'll do it. For once, I'll take responsibility for my actions." Rigby said. "No, I'll be fired. For once, I'll have a spine and change my life." The clock ticks. Benson's office is now empty. There are three empty chairs as Maellard arrives. "Where are they?"

He picks up a letter on Benson's desk. "Dear Mr. Maellard, we accept that we messed up. But you're crazy to make one of us write a resignation letter." (Y/n), Benson and Rigby walk down to hall. "You see us as you want to see us. In the simplest terms, you see me as an angry, uptight boss. "Two irresponsible slackers." (Y/n), Benson and Rigby walk down the stairs. "A guy who has no fun." "Three people who have too much fun." Benson sees his father in the car, honking the horn. Benson gets in the car. "A guy who's estranged from his father." "Dad, we never talk." "So, if one of us resigns from your precious park, we all resign. Does that answer your question?

Sincerely, the Lunch Club." Maellard reads the letter. "P.S. Shove it, you decrepit old fart." "Ah, it's no use. I can't read this at all." He enters Pops' room. "Pops! Read this for me. I can't find my glasses." Maellard tries to read the letter but has trouble doing so as the text on the letter appears blurry. "Um, it says... we love the park and don't want to be fired. We're sorry. Love, (Y/n), Benson and Rigby. P.S. - Ah... nice things!" Pops laughs nervously and eats the letter. "Well, what a lovely letter! Especially the nice things they said at the end. I forgive them. I don't know what I was thinking. Those three round out the whole dynamic here. Where would we be without a (Y/n), a Benson or a Rigby?" He chuckles. "Heh, heh. Where, indeed?" He leaves the room. Rigby is walking on a football pitch and pumps his fist.