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Temp Check

The trio are mowing the Ultimate Frisbee Field. "Bam! OOOOOOOOHHH!!!" The trio said. "Yeah! Finally done!" Rigby said. "Celebration hug?" Mordecai asked. "Yeah, sure." Rigby said. They approach each other, as if to hug, then suddenly pull back at the same time. "Aw, sick!" The duo laugh, and (Y/n) giggles. "You almost hugged me, dude!" Rigby said. "No way! You almost hugged me!" Mordecai said. "We mowed that lawn in its face!" Rigby said. "Yeah, dude. Let's go on break." Mordecai said. "Now you're talking." (Y/n) said. The trio start to head up, but Benson pulls up in the cart. "Hold it!" Benson takes out a ruler and measures the grass. "Nope. It's no good." He said. "AWW, WHAT?" The trio asked. "It's an inch too tall. Do it again! DO IT ALL AGAIN!!!!!!"

The trio groan. "It's just one inch!" Rigby said. "Yeah, what's the big deal?" (Y/n) asked. "Would you want to play Ultimate Frisbee in this? A guy could trip, skid, get severe turf rash, and BAM! Lawsuit. Now get to work." Benson said. "But... but... but..." Rigby said. "Oh wait. Is that the sound of somebody who wants to be fired?" Rigby lowers his arms. "That's what I thought." Benson gets in the cart and drives off. (Y/n) picks her mower back up. "I can't re-mow the lawn! I'm a busy guy!" Rigby said. "With what?" (Y/n) asked. "None of your business!" Rigby snapped. "You're not a busy guy." Mordecai said. "Yeah-huh! I got a meatball sub I gotta eat! My life sucks." Rigby said.

"Yeah, life must be so hard for you." (Y/n) said sarcastically, and Mordecai snickers. Rigby glares at her. "Shut up!" He shouted. "Whatever. It's not like you can hire somebody to do your work while you slack off." Mordecai said. "Hire somebody?" Rigby gasps. "Duuude." He runs off. "Hey!" The duo shout after him. Rigby puts the finishing touches on a stand. The sign on top says "Dudes Hiring Dudes." Rigby has just finished writing "The Agent Is In" on the lower sign when two shadows fall over him. It's Mordecai and (Y/n). "Hey, dude. Thanks for bailing on us." (Y/n) said.

"What is this?" Mordecai asked. "I'm gonna hire a temp." Rigby said. "This sounds like a scam." (Y/n) said. "Hey, if hiring a dude to do all my work and paying them a small part of my paycheck while I go get a meatball sub is a scam, then THIS IS A HUUUUUGE SCAM!" Everyone around walks away. "Uhhh..." Rigby said, and (Y/n) snickers. "Hm. Hm. Let us know when you want to stop wasting time. Come on, (Y/n)." The duo walk off. Rigby sits at the stand some moments later, interviewing Explosives Guy. "So, tell me a little bit about yourself." He said. "Uh, I like pyrotechnics." Fireworks suddenly erupt from his pocket, catching his pants on fire.

Next Rigby interviews the Pirate and his Parrot. "So, what are you good at?" Rigby asked. "Raah! Pyrotechnics!" The parrot explodes. Next Rigby interviews Muscular Redneck. "Let me guess, you like pyrotechnics." Rigby said. "No, but I do like this." He pulls out a harmonica. Muscular Redneck turns around and brings the harmonica up to his rear end. He begins to play the harmonica with his flatulence. Rigby watches in bemusement. "Alright, alright, that's enough." Rigby said. Rigby sits alone at his stand some time later. "Ugh, man! I can't find one normal person in this town who wants a job! I give up!" Rigby shouted. A bus pulls up at a nearby stop. Doug walks off the bus.

"Well, time to find me a job." The bus drives away. "Hey! Hey you! Come here!" Doug walks up to the stand. "What's your name?" Rigby asked. "Name's Doug, sir. I'm looking for a job." Doug said. "You've come to the right place, Doug. But first, tell me about yourself." Rigby said. "Well, all my life I've wanted to be somebody. I'm willing to do whatever it takes." Doug said. "Hm. Hm. How are you with mowing lawns?" Rigby asked. "Well, I don't mean to be negative, but it looks to me like that grass is an inch too tall." Doug said. "Oh, you're good. Alright, let's get you fitted to your new job." Rigby said. Later on Doug is mowing the lawn in the park.

Rigby is resting beneath a tree nearby. "Thank you so much for this job, Mr. Rigby!" He replied. Rigby sighs in relaxation. (Y/n) walks up to Rigby, holding an envelope. "Hey dude, Benson wanted me to give you your weeks pay." She hands the envelope to Rigby and sees Doug. "Who's that?" She asked. "Oh, that's Doug. He's my new temp." Rigby said. "What? Are you serious?" (Y/n) asked. "Hey, Dougie!" Rigby motions Doug to come to him, who gladly obliges. "Payday!" Rigby said. Rigby holds the envelope out, but pulls it back just as Doug is about to grab it.