The Regular Show Thomas X Reader

Wall Buddy

"Oh, hey, you dropped something." Rigby holds up the package. "It's time to clean the room. There are more of those in the kitchen and the dumpster's right outside." Mordecai said. "Well, you seem to know more around this maze so pretty well. Feel free around to get started." Rigby said. "Rigby, come on! This is your garbage! Just throw it out!" Mordecai said. "Oh, really? My garbage? What about..." Rigby looks around in a pile. ..."this?" Rigby holds up a crumbled piece of paper. "I almost never write on anything! This paper must be yours." Mordecai gets the crumbled paper from Rigby and un-crumbles it.

"Rigby's to-do list"? "Stay cool. Don't ever change. Have a great summer"?" Rigby snatches the paper back and crumbles the paper again. "Okay, fine. Garbage Hoops, then. Whoever misses the trash can first has to clean the room." Rigby said. " I'm not doin' this." Mordecai said. "Come on, Mordecai what's the big deal? It's just a little game. You're afraid of a little game?" Rigby asked. "This is your mess, Rigby. Just clean it up!" Mordecai shouted. "But it's our room. What's yours is mine, what's mine is—" Mordecai groans and snatches the paper back, flips the trash can over and slides it over to the other side of the room. He then throws the paper in a good aim to the trash can. "Hm. Hm. Your turn." He said. "Okay, sure." Rigby gets another crumbled paper and then warms up for the throw by also grunting.

"Rigby!" Mordecai shouted. "Alright! Alright!" He then closes his eyes, pants a little, then throws the paper as good as he can, but ends up making him miss to hit at the center of the room. There's a short silence. "Later!" By not liking the idea of him almost leaving, Mordecai tackles Rigby by not letting him get away that easy." Dude! Garbage hoops was your idea! You lost and now you have to clean the room! I'm leaving!" Rigby glares while Mordecai leaves, slamming the door shut, startling Rigby. Rigby whines while coming to get the trash can to clean the room.

"Rigby's the one who's the slob! Look at his chimichanga!" Rigby mocked. "Hmm!" He then lies down on his trampoline to check if there's any trash under it. "Hey..." Rigby gets up, comes near Mordecai's bed, and kicks a toilet paper roll under it. "I like it!" Later Mordecai comes into the room and sees that the room has no more piles of trash. "Whoa, good job, Rigby!" When Mordecai had just put down his bag, a crumbling noise had appeared making him hear it, knowing that something's up. He checks under his bed cover and sees trash under it, taking the whole space of his bed. "Aw, dude!" He checks the side table, which also has garbage in it, and by thinking of the obvious, he then opens the closet door, which makes all the garbage fall right onto the floor, making Mordecai sigh. Later, Rigby is coming through the hallway and got another chimichanga.

"Fried deep like a journal, a chimi-inferno, tortilla swaddled, wrapped so tight, I'm feeling paternal!" Coming into the room, he sees that the garbage has been put up into their room again, but this time making only one huge pile on Rigby's side. "No!" Rigby drops his chimichanga, runs, and picks up a pile of trash to put it under Mordecai's bed again, but ends up going right forward to Mordecai. "Aw, come on!" He said. "Just clean up the room, dude." Mordecai said. "Cleaning's for chumps!" Rigby said. "Quit being a baby and clean it up!" Mordecai shouted. "You quit being a baby and clean it up!" Benson is walking up the stairs with a salad. "Lettuce, tomato, cucumber, and pepper. Salad for lunch and I never felt better." Benson laughs, but then he comes close to their bedroom door and hears Rigby. "I'll never clean this room! Never!"

Benson comes in. "This room is still not clean?!" He asked. "But-" Mordecai said. "I'm sick of excuses! You have 24 hours to clean this room or you're fired!" Benson leaves the room. "This is on you, dude. Unless you wanna get another room, you better start cleaning." Mordecai leaves the room, shutting the door again. Rigby whines even more from his room to whining step by step down the stairs, which Thomas and Y/N hear feeling concerned when they then see him on the couch with them now. "Hey, Thomas? Y/N?" Rigby asked. "We're not gonna clean your room, dude." Thomas said. Rigby whines even more while Thomas tries to turn up the volume on the TV and Y/N snickers. "Bobby, why so glum?" The commercial asked. "Mom's having another baby and I have to share my room with it." He said. "Another baby? Bummer, you should try 'Wall Buddy'! Wall Buddy lets you divide your space! Once! Twice! Even three times a room!" The commercial said.