The Regular Show Thomas X Reader

The gang is at Wing Kingdom. "Guys, guys! I'd like to propose a toast. I know I'm the one being honored tomorrow with the gold watch for showing up to work 1,000 consecutive days in a row, but I want you to know: it's actually about you guys," Benson claps. "So thank you." Muscle Man, Fives, Y/N, Thomas, Pops and Skips applaud. "Thanks, Benson. That means a lot." Skips said. "How do you do it? How do you always get to work on time?" Thomas asked. "That is a great question, Thomas.

Did everybody hear that?" Benson gestures at his forehead. "The guy knows how to think. I've gotten this far in life by doing one thing, and that's playing it safe. I set three alarm clocks every night, including," Benson points to his watch. "This one. And then, I leave my toast and coffee out the night before so that it's ready for me when I wake up." He said. "You eat stale toast?" Y/N asked, she sounded a little disgusted. " Yes. And I don't like it, not one bit. But I know that it'll all be worth it the moment that Mr. Maellard honors me with that gold watch." Benson said. "You must want that watch pretty bad, huh?" Fives asked. "Oh, you have no idea how long I've wanted that thing! But tonight, I can finally stand before you guys and say: "I did it!" They all cheer.

"Hey, man, I don't mean to be a Debbie H. Downer here, but don't you think it's a little bit early to be celebrating? I mean, you still have to make it on time tomorrow." Muscle Man said. "He has a point." Y/N said. "Oh, come on, Muscle Man. What could possibly go wrong between now and then?" Mordecai and Rigby show up with two guys. "Hey, Benson. You're not gonna believe this—these guys are celebrating 1,000 of something, too!" Mordecai said. "1,000 test missions." Tango said. "You guys are test pilots?" Y/N asked. "We sure are." Stache said. "Hey, I'm Tango and this is Stache." Tango said. "Wait, but wouldn't you be Stache?" Y/N asked Tango. "No, I'm Tango." He gestures to the other man. "He's Stache." He said. "Okay..." Y/N said. "Why don't you join us for some wings, and we'll celebrate our 1000s together?" Stache asked. "More wings? Benson likey, and I'm Benson!" Benson said. "Are you sure that's a good idea, Benson?" Y/N asked. "She has a point. You don't wanna eat yourself into a food coma again." Skips said.

"Yes. Perhaps you've done enough winging for one night." Pops also agreed. "Look, I can handle it, guys. It's just one round." Benson said. "It's just, uh... well, sometimes people do things they regret on a bellyful of wings." Skips said. "That's all we're saying." Pops said. "Don't worry, guys. I got it under control." Some time later, an alarm sound is heard. The next day in a desert, Benson wakes up and checks his watch. The time is shown to be six a.m. "Ow... my head." He's stranded in the desert with a military jumpsuit strapped to an ejector's seat with a parachute behind it. "What happened to me?"

Benson asked. "What could possibly go wrong between now and then?" Benson remembered asking. "Hey, Benson. You're not gonna believe this—these guys are celebrating 1,000 of something, too!" Mordecai said. "URRRRGH, MORDECAI AND RIGBY!!!!" Benson runs through the desert. "Where am I?" He checks his watch. "Augh! I only have three hours to get back. How am I ever..." He sees a road with a telephone booth on the other side of the desert. "Wait, a road. I'm saved!" He runs up to the phone booth, puts his quarter in, and dials a number. "Come on, come on, pick up." Benson said. "Hello?" Pops asked. "Pops, it's Benson." Benson said. "Oh, Benson; are you okay?" Pops asked. "I'm fine, Pops. Listen, could you put Mordecai and Rigby on so I can scream at them for ruining my life?" Benson asked. "They're not with you? Oh, dear, they didn't come home last night. And neither did Y/N. We're all worried sick!" Pops said.

"What the heck happened last night?" Benson asked. "I'm afraid I don't know." Pops said, and Benson sighs. "Well, whatever it was left me stranded out in the desert. Could you come pick me up?" He asked. "Oh, of course. Where in the desert are you exactly?" Pops asked. "Uh, hold on, let me see." He looks around the desert. "Great." He sees a police car coming. "Oh, a car." A sheriff is seen driving the police car. "Hey! Hey, stop!" The sheriff stops driving and exits his car. The sheriff sniffs. "Can you tell me what road this is?" Benson asked.