The Regular Show Thomas X Reader

Take the Cake

"Who's the eagle again?" Skips asked. "Maellard's the eagle. It's in the email!" Benson shouted. "He knows I don't do email." Skips said. "Where are Y/N, Mordecai and Rigby?" Fives asked. "Oh, they should have brought the cake by now." Pops said. "Skips sighs. "Let's go find 'em." Back in the kitchen, Pops, Skips, Muscle Man and Fives come inside. "Oh, there you are!" Pops said. "What's the holdup, bros?" Muscle Man asked. "It's not our fault! The cake won't go outside!" Rigby said. "How'd it get inside?" Skips asked. "That's not important!" Rigby said.

"Look, we just need to get it outside before Benson shows up with Mr. Maellard. Does anyone have any ideas?" Y/N asked. No one says anything. "Way to go, dudes. You really messed up big." Muscle Man said. "Yeah. Benson's gonna be really bummed out." Fives said, and Y/N, Mordecai and Rigby groan. "If only there was a way to--outside cake!" Rigby said. "Oh, I might have something, then!" In Pops' room, he gets something out of the closet. "Aha! Here it is!" Pops said. "What is it?" Y/N asked. Pops is holding a box that says "KIMMEL - Handy Dandy Matter Mover" "it's my Handy Home Matter Mover. I got it in the 1950s."

(Flashback to the 1953 World's Fair, where a salesman is promoting the product.)

"Gather 'round! Gather 'round!" A younger Pops observes from the front. "What you see before you will revolutionize how you move things! Let me introduce the Handy Home Matter Mover!" The salesman said. "Oh, my!" Pops said. "Does this sound familiar?" A lady is carrying three kids while standing between a bouquet of flowers and an empty table. "Say the missus wants to put a vase of flowers on the dining room table, but she has her hands full with the kids." The lady turns around in a clueless way. "Hmm." Pops said. "Well all you have to do is key in the coordinates, aim and hit the switch." The machine teleports the vase and kids to the table, but as a result, they appear jumbled up. The crowd seems unimpressed. "I'll take it." Pops said.

(The flashback ends.)

"A teleporter? It's perfect!" Mordecai and Rigby hmph. At the snack bar, Benson is driving Mr. Maellard. Thomas ducks down. "Well, I don't see Pops out here." Mr. Maellard said. "Are you sure? Maybe you should check behind the counter." Thomas clears his throat and pops out with a cupcake. "Surprise!" Mr. Maellard chuckles and takes the cupcake. "That was a good one." Mr. Maellard said. "Heh, right? And you thought I forgot your birthday." Benson said. "Well, it's certainly thoughtful of you to come up with this one surprise for me." Benson laughs. " It's no trouble. One surprise is the least I can do. Let's head back to the house for Pops." They head back to the cart.

"Yes, I'm sure Pops is very lonely waiting all by himself." Mr. Maellard said. "Oh! Oh, wait for me!" Thomas tumbles out of the snack bar and runs off. Back in the kitchen, Y/N is setting up the coordinates on the teleporter. "Are you sure this'll work?" Fives asked. "It looks really old." Muscle Man said. "Okay, I think I got it." Y/N presses a button to start the teleporter, but it activates for a second and powers down. "Uuhh..." Rigby said. "Papa Eagle is coming to the roof. Get the eggs ready." Benson said, and everyone mumbles in panic. "Come on, come on!" Y/n said, trying to start the teleporter. "Hurry up, bro!" Muscle Man said. "I expect that everyone is ready to crack the eggs." Back to Benson, Mr. Maellard and Thomas are in the cart. "Sorry for all the work calls, but we got a real eagle problem at the moment. But anyway, I'm sure Pops is somewhere around here." Benson said.

"I'm sure he is." Benson keeps driving until they reach the party area. "Surpri—" When they see the party area empty, he gets mad. "Can you wait here?" Mr. Maellard gets out of the cart, and he drives off to look for the gang. "Whoa!" Thomas said. Back in the kitchen, Skips sets the coordinates on the machine. "I think I almost got it." He said. Benson and Thomas enter the kitchen. "Gaahh!!" Benson said angrily. "Oh, there you guys are." Thomas said. "Did I not make myself perfectly clear?! Papa Eagle is out there and NO CAKE AND NO GUESTS!! What PART of "surprise party" do you NOT UNDERSTAND?!" Benson shouted. "It'll be fine.

We just had a few setbacks. There was this angry woman..." Y/N began. "And these shaggy-looking business guys..." Rigby continued. "But CJ and Eileen helped us to make this better cake. It's just a little too big to get out the door." Mordecai said. "But now we got this teleporter, so—" Rigby said. "Are you kidding me?! I've had this whole surprise party planned out, AND NOW THERE'S NO SURPRISE!!!" Benson shouted. "But the teleporter—" Y/N began. Benson snatches the teleporter. "FORGET THE TELEPORTER!!!" He shouted. "No! We can still save the party!" The four wrestle over the device teleporter which finally goes off and the teleports the cake and everyone else out of the room. Back at the party area, the wind blows off the tablecloth off the table as Mr. Maellard is still standing.

"This is how they throw a birthday party? THERE'S NO ONE HERE! This is how they treat me... after all I've done for them?" Mr. Maellard sighs; quietly. "It's lonely at the top." He sheds a tear. The cake appears in the sky as The Flower Duet by Lakme plays and it starts to fall. Mr. Maellard turns and sees the cake fall and it lands on the table as frosting splats on his face and everyone pops out of the cake. "Surprise!" Mordecai and Rigby said. "Ah... ah..." Mr. Maellard said. "Papa is so surprised he doesn't know what to say!" Pops said. Everyone cheers until Mr. Maellard passes out. Mr. Maellard is now in a hospital bed where he wakes up. "That was the best birthday surprise of my life! Where am I?" He asked. "You're in the hospital." Pops said. "You've been in a coma for three weeks." Mordecai said. "Sir, we are so sorry." Y/N said. "What do you have to be sorry about? I've always wanted to be in a coma. I'm impressed you figured out what to get the man that has everything. This birthday really takes the cake." Mr. Maellard and Pops laugh.