A Regular Christmas Carol

Sorry this took so long to update. I've been busy with school and my other fanfictions. I also need to be in the mood to write, and I'm sad that Regular Show has ended. It was one of my favorite shows, and I'm sad it's over. Ah well. I'm glad it ended before it got really bad or something.

Anyway, I'm gonna update now.

Chapter 5 Checking on Old Pals

Benson woke with a start, tangled up in his blanket. He was so disoriented, he fell straight off his bed. Gasping and looking around, he realized he was back in his own room. Rigby was nowhere to be seen. Had all that just been a dream? Dang, he sure hoped so.

"That's the last time I eat leftover pizza before bed," Benson muttered, rubbing his forehead where he had hit it. Yawning, he stood up and gathered his blanket, putting it back on the bed. He felt a cold draft on his back, and he shivered. Maybe he should turn the heat up.

Benson turned around and immediately fell backwards in shock and fear. Standing right behind him were two hooded figures, one short and stout, the other small and floating in the air. Benson tried to regain his breath.

"W-who are you?" he asked, fearfully.

"We are the Ghost of Christmas Present!" the squat figure announced, "We are here to show you the people you've been a jerk to and stuff like that!"

"B-but I was already visited once!" Benson told him, quivering, "Isn't that enough?"

"Do you still hate Christmas?" the second figure asked.

"Yeah."

"Then it wasn't enough!"

Benson then gasped as the figures drew their hoods back. Muscle Man, dressed in a dark green robe too big even for him, and High-Five Ghost with a cute little laurel on his head stood (and floated) before him.

"'Sup, bro?" Muscle Man said, "Ready to go see how much of an ass you were?"

"No!" Benson snapped, "Rigby may have fooled me into going with him, but I am certainly not going with you two! I'm not going to listen to 'my mom' jokes all night!"

Muscle Man and Fives frowned. Then High-Five Ghost floated over and slapped Benson across the face.

"You'll listen to my jokes, and you'll like it!" Muscle Man growled. He held out the end of his over-sized robe to Benson. "Touch the end of my robe, bro! And see the error of your ways!"

"Sure, why not?" Benson muttered, "It's not like I had to sleep tonight anyway." Letting out an annoyed sound, he casually held the end of the robe.

"And away we go!" Muscle Man shouted, leaping into the air and dragging Benson with him. High-Five Ghost floated after them.

"Watch your head!" he warned.

Benson was about to ask what he meant, but went Muscle Man floated through the ceiling, Benson slammed his head on the support beam.

"Ow!" he complained, "Watch where you're flying!"

"Sorry, bro! This bus ain't stopping for anyone!" Muscle Man sneered as he continued to fly through the air.

The sky was full of stars illuminating their journey as they flew. It made Benson gag as he thought of how cinematic it was for the Christmas time.

Muscle Man flew Benson to the coffee place where Margret and Eileen worked. He landed with a thud, pulling Benson out of the sky, who also landed hard. High-Five Ghost came slowly floating down after them.

"Hey guys!" he greeted, "Rough landing?"

"Shut up," Muscle Man muttered, "I'm just not used to this whole flying thing yet, ok?" He paused for a moment, before a wicked grin spread across his face. Benson was instantly fearful.

"You know who else isn't used to this whole flying thing yet?" he asked, "MY MOM!"

"Yes, yes, very funny," Benson sighed, "Now what are we doing here?"

"Uh, checking up on our bros, duh!" Muscle Man said in a "you-should've-already-known-this" tone of voice.

Grabbing Benson and pushing him forward, Muscle Man took the group into the coffee place. Inside it was brightly lit like always, but hardly anyone was there. The only ones inside were Margret and Mordecai. Benson gasped when he saw his old employee.

Mordecai looked like he hadn't gotten any sleep in months. There were heavy bags under his eyes and he wore a look of defeat as he sat at his usual table. Margret stood behind the counter, washing dishes, and occasionally glancing over at him. She, too, looked defeated. Mordecai let out a heavy sigh.

"I'm sorry your Christmas had to be spent here, Margret," he said.

"It's ok, Mordecai," Margret assured him, "Sure it sucks that my boss is making me work the night before Christmas and Christmas day," She paused to smile, "But at least I get to spend it with you."

Mordecai smiled slightly. "I guess it's not all bad," he said, "I mean, it would help if I had a job, but at least your boss doesn't mind if Rigby and I hang out here since we have nowhere else to go. And this place is warm."

The two birds smiled warmly at each other as Benson turned to Muscle Man. "Wait, Mordecai doesn't have a job?" he asked, "He couldn't find another one after I fired him?"

Muscle Man shook his head. "None of them could," he replied, "Mordecai and Rigby pretty much just hang out here all day because they have nowhere else to go now."

"Way to go, Benson," High-Five Ghost scoffed.

They were interrupted when they heard the door open behind them. Forgetting that no one could see them, Benson quickly got out of the way as Rigby and Eileen came in holding paper bags in their arms.

"Hey guys!" Eileen greeted, "Merry Christmas!"

"Merry Christmas, Eileen!" Mordecai replied cheerfully, "What do you guys have in the bags?"

"Dude, check this out," Rigby explained excitedly, putting his bags on one of the tables, "We went around to all the restaurants in town and rummaged through the dumpsters!"

"Ew! Why?"

"Because you would not believe how much food those places throw out!" Rigby replied, "We managed to find quite a bit of food that's still edible! Even at least half a turkey! Look!"

He pulled out from one of the bags a partially cut up turkey that still had a good bit of meat on it. He and Eileen also started pulling out leftovers and thrown-out food from fancy restaurants that looked to be not totally inedible. Mordecai and Margret walked over and their faces lit up.

"Wow! We've got a whole feast here!" Mordecai exclaimed.

Benson, confused, looked at Muscle Man and High-Five ghost. "What's with them?" he asked, "That's not a feast! That's garbage!"

High-Five Ghost frowned. "Not everyone needs an expensive meal to be happy," he scolded, "Sometimes the simplest of things bring the greatest amount of joy!"

Benson was about to reply, but was interrupted by the door suddenly opening. Benson was surprised when Muscle Man and High-Five Ghost came in. He looked over at his guides in shock.

"How can you be in two places at once?" he asked.

"Simple, bro," Muscle Man responded, "That's not us. We're ghooooosts!" He made his voice waver on the word "ghosts" to try to sound spooky. Benson stared at him, disbelievingly.

"Yeah, sure," he said skeptically.

"What's up, bros?" other Muscle Man greeted the group, "Sorry we're late. We had to stay really late at the factory because the big man wouldn't let us go."

"It's all right," Rigby waved them off, "You're here now and that's all that matters."

Benson was stunned by how happy they looked. How could they be joyful when their lives were a wreck? The four of them had nothing!

"Let us pull away from this scene," Muscle Man suddenly said, "We have more places to visit tonight." Before he pulled Benson away, he grinned. "You know who else has more places to visit tonight?"

"Don't" Benson growled.

There was a long, silent pause as Muscle Man frowned sadly. Eventually, Benson sighed.

"Fine, go ahead."

"MY MOM!"

I hope you guys don't mind me ending on a "my mom" joke. I think it helped to lighten the mood.

Sorry that this chapter took so long to get up. I'm really busy right now with school and other stories. But spring break is coming, (and if it keeps snowing like it is, it won't be much of "spring" break) and that means I'll have more time for writing! Anyway, leave a comment, and I'll try to update sooner!