"Do you like macaroni as much as I do?" The Television blared as a commercial switched on.
"Ugh, I hate commercials!" groaned Rigby as he grabbed limblessly at the Remote, searching for the channel button. As he slithered halfheartedly down to the floor of the living room, The TV quickly switched to a lame excersize show, and Rigby groaned once more.
"No, wait," Mordecai exclaimed. "Change that back!"
Mordecai snatched the remote from bored Rigby as he switched back to the macaroni commercial.
"Then come to the macaroni warehouse NOW!" Screamed the advertisement. "We sell spaghetti noodles, egg noodles, elbow noodles, we even sell pasta that looks like wheels! Just add any cheese to whatever pasta you buy from US, and you can have a macaroni party! Come to the Macaroni Warehouse!" The commercial finished excitedly.
Mordecai stared at the TV in awe as it concluded with a picture of types of macaroni.
"Dude!" Exclaimed Mordecai.
"Ugh, What?" Rigby boredly moaned.
"Remember that song we made last week about having a macaroni party?" Mordecai Inquired.
Rigby's drooping eyes flashed with excitement as he remembered defeating the Summertime song with their own Tune, Aw,Snap.
"Dude, that song was awesome!" chuckled Rigby with the first sign of positivity since morningtime.
"And did you hear that commercial?" Asked Mordecai with even more excitement in his voice.
"Aw, Man! Macaroni Party!" Rigby jumped on the couch beside Mordecai.
"Hm, Hm, Exactly," Mordeai proudly confirmed, standing up in front of the TV. "We could go to the macaroni warehouse, buy All their noodles, then we have a party!"
"What Party?" Sneered an unmistakeably familiar angry voice behind the excited couple. Mordecai and Rigby turned to see Benson staring coldly at the two flabbergasted workers.
"Uh, nothing Benson," Rigby shrunk back in his chair as he whimpered the scared words.
"Yeah Benson, nothing," croaked the lying words of Mordecai as he backed into the TV.
"I don't EVER want to see you guys PARTYING in this park again! Not after what happened last time!" Screamed Benson as his face turned red with frustration. The boys remembered the last time they had a party, when they had to destroy Party Pete and almost destroyed the park in the process.
"Yes, Benson," Mordecai and Rigby sighed with desperate sadness as the bubblegum-filled boss stormed away.
As soon as Benson was out of hearing range, the two started party-gossiping again. "How many types of noodles do we get? Are we really gonna take naps later? Is the macaroni gonna have cheese in it?" Both Mordecai and Rigby asked these questions excitedly as they turned toward the door.
"Welcome to the Macaroni Warehouse!" yelled a familiar, sweaty man as Mordecai and Rigby entered the store.
"Muscle man? What are you doing here?" Asked Rigby quizzicaly as he walked through the store.
"Buying macaroni, what do you think?" Croaked Muscle man as his stomach bulged from his undersized shirt. "I'm gonna have a macaroni party!"
"hm, hm," confirmed Mordecai. "We are, too, Muscle man! Maybe you can help, and then we'll invite you to our party!"
"Sounds like a plan." Muscle man strutted away silently into the elbow macaroni isle.
"Let's go, dude." Mordecai urged Rigby to follow.
Through the store, Mordecai and Rigby realized that macaroni can be cooked in different ways, and different forms. There were atleast twenty isles of individual boxes of macaroni, Including two extra isles of cheese to add to it.
By the end of the day, they had bought five boxes each of every kind of macaroni, fifteen packs of cheese, and two large pots to cook in.
"High five, guys!" Muscle man raised a free hand to urge a high five, but Mordecai and Rigby's hands were filled with bags.
"Okay." Muscle man realized that they could not high five him. But instead, they smiled greatfully at him.
"Oh, I heard you were having a party!" Pops excitedly yelled as Mordecai, Rigby, and Muscle man came back with bags full of macaroni.
"Yeah, Pops! You can be in it if you help us get it ready. It's a Macaroni Party." Mordecai offered.
"Did someone say macaroni?" A raspy voice asked from the shadows.
"Hello, Skips! Mordecai and Rigby are having a Macaroni Party!" Pops greeted hysterically. He glanced at Mordecai and Rigby, and they grinned sheepishly.
"Benson's not gonna like this, but i'll join." Skips invited himself in.
"Good. Start by getting people to come to our party." Planned Rigby.
"You mean you haven't even invited people in it yet?"
"No! We didn't have time to!"
"Well, okay then."
Skips bounced back into the bushes and left all four of the excited people alone.
"So, let's get to work!" Mordecai exclaimed. Everyone murmured words of agreement as they snuck inside.
When the macaroni was made, and all of the invited people were there, The party started. Skips was a deejay, while the others danced and served macaroni.
Then Brain Explosion came on.
While veryone danced, Brain Explosion wailed i'ts scratchy sour notes. Soon enough, the music had drifted into the kitchen, where one giant macaroni pot stand on the stove.
"Hey, Mordecai, we're running out of macaroni. I'm still hungry!" Rigby announced over the song.
"Hm, Hm, Let's go get some more." Agreed Mordecai as they stumbled through the crowd of people to the kitchen.
When Mordecai and Rigby got there, they stared in horror at what loomed high over their heads in the menacing shape of a hungry monster. While they were partying, Brain Explosion morphed their Macaroni into a monster!
"SKIPS!" They both yelled as the horrible music stopped. In a heartbeat, Skips was standing next to them, gazing at the monster.
"I knew Brain Explosion was a bad choice. I've seen those songs do this before," Skips wisely remarked as the monster oozed toward the threesome. "Do you know what to do?" Mordecai and Rigby wailed in fright as they stared hopefully at Skips.
"Yes. Macaroni monsters are very ill natured; You must lull it to sleep with insulting jokes. Only then can it again be eaten." Skips instructed.
"Everyone! Come here and start telling insulting jokes!" Mordecai called to the crowd. They quickly scrambled toward the kitchen and started yelling insults. "Yo momma so fat that she can't get her feet wet when she gets in the shower!" One person said challengingly at the macaroni monster. "He's the kind of guy you would use as a blueprint to build an idiot." Said another, pointing accusingly at the macaroni monster.
The Macaroni monster started to close it's eyes, drowzing into a deep sleep. "Keep it up guys, it's working!" Rigby yelled.
Finally, Skips, Rigby and Mordecai all yelled the most insulting joke possible.
"I heard you went to get your brain examined, but the doctors found nothing there!" They all screamed.
Finally, the ball of macaroni began to plop into a puddle on the floor, and it's monster-like manifestation disappeared. The face and eyes on it's body rolled somewhere deep into the macaroni puddle, and the monster was no more.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH THAT MACARONI?!" Yelled a horribly angered voice as the door slammed shut, and all of the people stared at Benson's blazing red body.
"Uh-oh." Said Mordecai and Rigby as they slithered deep through the crowd and snuck to their room.
"Ugh, I hate commercials!" groaned Rigby as he grabbed limblessly at the Remote, searching for the channel button. As he slithered halfheartedly down to the floor of the living room, The TV quickly switched to a lame excersize show, and Rigby groaned once more.
"No, wait," Mordecai exclaimed. "Change that back!"
Mordecai snatched the remote from bored Rigby as he switched back to the macaroni commercial.
"Then come to the macaroni warehouse NOW!" Screamed the advertisement. "We sell spaghetti noodles, egg noodles, elbow noodles, we even sell pasta that looks like wheels! Just add any cheese to whatever pasta you buy from US, and you can have a macaroni party! Come to the Macaroni Warehouse!" The commercial finished excitedly.
Mordecai stared at the TV in awe as it concluded with a picture of types of macaroni.
"Dude!" Exclaimed Mordecai.
"Ugh, What?" Rigby boredly moaned.
"Remember that song we made last week about having a macaroni party?" Mordecai Inquired.
Rigby's drooping eyes flashed with excitement as he remembered defeating the Summertime song with their own Tune, Aw,Snap.
"Dude, that song was awesome!" chuckled Rigby with the first sign of positivity since morningtime.
"And did you hear that commercial?" Asked Mordecai with even more excitement in his voice.
"Aw, Man! Macaroni Party!" Rigby jumped on the couch beside Mordecai.
"Hm, Hm, Exactly," Mordeai proudly confirmed, standing up in front of the TV. "We could go to the macaroni warehouse, buy All their noodles, then we have a party!"
"What Party?" Sneered an unmistakeably familiar angry voice behind the excited couple. Mordecai and Rigby turned to see Benson staring coldly at the two flabbergasted workers.
"Uh, nothing Benson," Rigby shrunk back in his chair as he whimpered the scared words.
"Yeah Benson, nothing," croaked the lying words of Mordecai as he backed into the TV.
"I don't EVER want to see you guys PARTYING in this park again! Not after what happened last time!" Screamed Benson as his face turned red with frustration. The boys remembered the last time they had a party, when they had to destroy Party Pete and almost destroyed the park in the process.
"Yes, Benson," Mordecai and Rigby sighed with desperate sadness as the bubblegum-filled boss stormed away.
As soon as Benson was out of hearing range, the two started party-gossiping again. "How many types of noodles do we get? Are we really gonna take naps later? Is the macaroni gonna have cheese in it?" Both Mordecai and Rigby asked these questions excitedly as they turned toward the door.
"Welcome to the Macaroni Warehouse!" yelled a familiar, sweaty man as Mordecai and Rigby entered the store.
"Muscle man? What are you doing here?" Asked Rigby quizzicaly as he walked through the store.
"Buying macaroni, what do you think?" Croaked Muscle man as his stomach bulged from his undersized shirt. "I'm gonna have a macaroni party!"
"hm, hm," confirmed Mordecai. "We are, too, Muscle man! Maybe you can help, and then we'll invite you to our party!"
"Sounds like a plan." Muscle man strutted away silently into the elbow macaroni isle.
"Let's go, dude." Mordecai urged Rigby to follow.
Through the store, Mordecai and Rigby realized that macaroni can be cooked in different ways, and different forms. There were atleast twenty isles of individual boxes of macaroni, Including two extra isles of cheese to add to it.
By the end of the day, they had bought five boxes each of every kind of macaroni, fifteen packs of cheese, and two large pots to cook in.
"High five, guys!" Muscle man raised a free hand to urge a high five, but Mordecai and Rigby's hands were filled with bags.
"Okay." Muscle man realized that they could not high five him. But instead, they smiled greatfully at him.
"Oh, I heard you were having a party!" Pops excitedly yelled as Mordecai, Rigby, and Muscle man came back with bags full of macaroni.
"Yeah, Pops! You can be in it if you help us get it ready. It's a Macaroni Party." Mordecai offered.
"Did someone say macaroni?" A raspy voice asked from the shadows.
"Hello, Skips! Mordecai and Rigby are having a Macaroni Party!" Pops greeted hysterically. He glanced at Mordecai and Rigby, and they grinned sheepishly.
"Benson's not gonna like this, but i'll join." Skips invited himself in.
"Good. Start by getting people to come to our party." Planned Rigby.
"You mean you haven't even invited people in it yet?"
"No! We didn't have time to!"
"Well, okay then."
Skips bounced back into the bushes and left all four of the excited people alone.
"So, let's get to work!" Mordecai exclaimed. Everyone murmured words of agreement as they snuck inside.
When the macaroni was made, and all of the invited people were there, The party started. Skips was a deejay, while the others danced and served macaroni.
Then Brain Explosion came on.
While veryone danced, Brain Explosion wailed i'ts scratchy sour notes. Soon enough, the music had drifted into the kitchen, where one giant macaroni pot stand on the stove.
"Hey, Mordecai, we're running out of macaroni. I'm still hungry!" Rigby announced over the song.
"Hm, Hm, Let's go get some more." Agreed Mordecai as they stumbled through the crowd of people to the kitchen.
When Mordecai and Rigby got there, they stared in horror at what loomed high over their heads in the menacing shape of a hungry monster. While they were partying, Brain Explosion morphed their Macaroni into a monster!
"SKIPS!" They both yelled as the horrible music stopped. In a heartbeat, Skips was standing next to them, gazing at the monster.
"I knew Brain Explosion was a bad choice. I've seen those songs do this before," Skips wisely remarked as the monster oozed toward the threesome. "Do you know what to do?" Mordecai and Rigby wailed in fright as they stared hopefully at Skips.
"Yes. Macaroni monsters are very ill natured; You must lull it to sleep with insulting jokes. Only then can it again be eaten." Skips instructed.
"Everyone! Come here and start telling insulting jokes!" Mordecai called to the crowd. They quickly scrambled toward the kitchen and started yelling insults. "Yo momma so fat that she can't get her feet wet when she gets in the shower!" One person said challengingly at the macaroni monster. "He's the kind of guy you would use as a blueprint to build an idiot." Said another, pointing accusingly at the macaroni monster.
The Macaroni monster started to close it's eyes, drowzing into a deep sleep. "Keep it up guys, it's working!" Rigby yelled.
Finally, Skips, Rigby and Mordecai all yelled the most insulting joke possible.
"I heard you went to get your brain examined, but the doctors found nothing there!" They all screamed.
Finally, the ball of macaroni began to plop into a puddle on the floor, and it's monster-like manifestation disappeared. The face and eyes on it's body rolled somewhere deep into the macaroni puddle, and the monster was no more.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH THAT MACARONI?!" Yelled a horribly angered voice as the door slammed shut, and all of the people stared at Benson's blazing red body.
"Uh-oh." Said Mordecai and Rigby as they slithered deep through the crowd and snuck to their room.
