TOH X (Random verse)

TOH X (Random verse)

Today. I have something ordinary. Some might say, it’s “Regular”. The verse is “THE REGULAR SHOW!!!”

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It was a completely regular day at the park.
Which meant something was already broken.
Mordecai leaned on a rake. If we stand perfectly still, technically that counts as work.
Rigby nodded. Energy conservation = peak productivity.
A glowing glyph sparked behind them.
…Don’t, Mordecai said.
Rigby poked it anyway.
BOOM.
Luz Noceda tumbled out screaming. NAILED IT!
Amity Blight strutted in… and immediately slipped on thin air. I think I broke physics.
From across the park—
WHY IS THERE A GIANT HOLE?! Benson screamed.
Luz helped Amity up. You kinda looked heroic.
Benson stomped over. STOP ADMIRING! YOU—STACK ALL THE LEAVES BY HEIGHT! YOU—COUNT EVERY ACORN! OR YOU’RE FIRED!!
…Count acorns? Amity asked.
INDIVIDUALLY! OR YOU’RE FIRED!!
Meanwhile, Rigby touched another glyph.
Instantly, his arms got covered in sticky park sap. I… I’m a walking glue trap!
Mordecai ducked. Kinda effective, actually.
Across the chaos, Eda Clawthorne slammed a table. Cursed snacks! Side effects include screaming, fainting, or spontaneously jazz-handing!
I’ll take one, Mordecai said.
He ate it.
Instantly, he couldn’t stop flapping his arms like a human windmill.
…Oh no, he muttered.
King jumped on Benson’s head. As your new ruler, I demand marshmallows!
I DO NOT GIVE MARSHMALLOWS! OR YOU’RE FIRED!! Benson yelled.
I DEMAND THEM MORE DRAMATICALLY! King roared.
Hooty burst from the ground. I CAN SOLVE PROBLEMS!
DON’T— everyone said.
Hooty vacuumed the hole. The hole screamed.
WHY DOES EVERYTHING SCREAM?! Rigby yelled, sticky and flailing.
Luz smiled at Amity. Honestly, you’re great at—
Benson teleported in. STOP ADMIRING! YOU—ORGANIZE ALL THE CLOUDS! YOU—REARRANGE THE GRASS! OR YOU’RE FIRED!!
…Rearrange the grass? Amity asked.
Yes! IMMEDIATELY! OR YOU’RE FIRED!!
Nearby, Gus Porter tried tiny magical fireworks—they exploded into confetti rain.
MY EYES! Rigby shouted