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Happy Birthday Song Contest

(Y/n), Mordecai, Rigby, CJ and Eileen are in Eileen's house, watching TV. "And voila! This cake looks so yummy and now, I'm going to eat the whole thing all by myself." The woman said. "Cake!" Rigby said. "Want cake!" Mordecai said. "Need cake!" (Y/n), Mordecai and Rigby said. "Why don't we go get some cake?" CJ asked. "Are you kidding? Do you know how crazy the cake prices are in this town?" (Y/n) asked.

"Ever since that bakery cartel moved in, they kept the prices up and the supply down." Eileen agreed. "Darn bakers!" Rigby said. "They stink." (Y/n) said. "Fellow Americans, does this ever happen to you?" Farmer Jimmy asked. "It's Susan's birthday, everyone! Come on, let's sing!" A female employee said. "Ha—" the group began. "Aaaaaaaaarrrrggh!!!" A male employee shouted. Farmer Jimmy comes into the scene. "Are you sick to death of this old birthday song?" He asked. "Yes I am!" The man punches his computer.

"Dude chill, what did that computer ever do to you?" (Y/n) asked, and her friends snickered. "Well, boy, howdy, so am I! Hi, it's me, Farmer Jimmy, part-time turkey farmer and social advocate, but you already knew that. But what you may not know is that old birthday song offends my music sensibilities so deeply, I barely have words to describe it. That's why I'm holding a contest to write a new birthday song.

Not only will the winner create history by finally overthrowing Happy Birthday, but you'll also get a year's supply of our farm-fresh birthday cakes." Farmer Jimmy said. "Birthday cakes are not actually farm-fresh." A voice said. "I think we know that, dude." (Y/n) said. "I'll see you at my farm, not singing that song, but your new one." Farmer Jimmy said.

"Dudes, a year's supply of cake? We gotta write the next happy birthday song." Mordecai said. Later at Pops' House, (Y/n), Mordecai and Rigby are in Benson's office. "Can we get the next three days off from work?" (Y/n) asked. "Um, no." Benson said. "But, Benson, we have to go compete in a happy birthday song contest. If we don't write a song to replace Happy Birthday..." Rigby said. "Wait, the song that wins this contest will replace Happy Birthday? You can go to the contest." Benson said. "Wait, really?" (Y/n) asked, her eyes widen. "Nice!" Her friends said.

"Yes, I'm counting on you guys to put that happy birthday song in its grave. I can't, I just..." Benson said. "I guess you can't stand that song either, huh?" (Y/n) asked her boss. The trio wrote their new happy birthday song while walking. "Hey, Muscle Man." Mordecai said. Muscle Man is doing some exercises on a tree branch. "Three." He said. "Will you listen to our new song and tell us what you think?" (Y/n) asked. Muscle Man comes down from the tree branch. "Por supuesto, bro." He said. "Okay, so this is the first thing we came up with, so it may be a little rough still." Mordecai said. "Unnecessary information noted." Muscle Man said. "Ready?" Mordecai asked (Y/n) and Rigby.

The duo nods, then they start singing their new happy birthday song, and Muscle Man is touched by their new song. He sniffles. "Okay, one: that sound was my new leather workout boots. Still breaking 'em in. And two: that song--I've never heard anything more beautiful." Muscle Man said. Later, (Y/n), Mordecai, Rigby, CJ and Eileen are driving to Farmer Jimmy's Turkey Farm. "I can't believe we nailed in the new song on the first try." Mordecai said. "I can believe it. We've been totally nailing life recently." Rigby said. "We're totally gonna win this song contest." (Y/n) said. "So, how far away is this farm exactly?" Eileen said. "Looks like it's gonna take us all night." Mordecai said.

"I'm getting hungry-y-y!" Rigby said. "Why didn't you pack a snack or something?" (Y/n) asked. "We were busy writing that song, it never crossed my mind!" Rigby said. "There should be a diner coming up. We could stop there." CJ said. "Alright." Mordecai said. At night at the diner, Rigby and (Y/n) peer into a dessert display case. "Find anything good, Rigby?" (Y/n) asked. "Pie, pie, ca-a-a-ake! "$50 a slice"?!" Rigby asked. "What?!" (Y/n) asked, then looks over at the price tag. "That's insane!" She said. "Quit your gasping, it's a fair price." The lady said. Rigby and (Y/n) walk back to the gang at a table. "No dessert?" Eileen asked. (Y/n) crosses her arms. "Too expensive." She said. "I can't decide between Sherbet or sherbert." Eileen said. "What's the difference?" (Y/n) asked.