"Great, let's get out of here." Rigby goes to open the door when he realizes that the handle is stuck. Rigby turns to his best friends. "It's stuck." He said, and (Y/n)'s eyes widen. "What?! Rigby, that's not funny." (Y/n) scolds. "Why would I joke about this; you know how I am with small spaces!" Rigby begins to panic and furiously jiggles the door handle. "Wait, is it actually locked?!" (Y/n) quickly tries to open it, but when it won't open, her heart drops. "It really won't open." She said. (Y/n) begins to pound on the door, then tries kicking it but all of her efforts seemed futile. "Come on, dudes. Try and calm down." Mordecai said. Rigby stops trying to open the door and (Y/n) starts taking deep breaths to try and calm herself. Rigby puts a hand to his head. "Okay, I'm trying. Caaaaaaalm." He said. "Good. Anna, CJ and Eileen are right out there. They'll come and get us any minute." Mordecai said.
Rigby has a blank expression on his face. "Rigby?" (Y/n) asked with concern. (Y/n) waves her right paw in front of Rigby's face multiple times. "Rigby?!" She asked. Rigby immediately begins to act hysterical. "We're gonna starve before they find us! Why'd you eat the whole sandwich? You should've saved some just in case!!" Rigby shouted. (Y/n) starts to hyperventilate. "(Y/n), try and calm down." Mordecai said.
"I'm calm, I'm calm..." she lied, starting to panic further. Rigby begins to screech and pound on the door violently, to which Mordecai just rolls his eyes. "Help! I'm trapped in here with a crazy person!" The portable toilet rocks back and forth as Rigby hits it, his screams audible to anyone nearby, causing (Y/n)'s panic levels to raise even more. Meanwhile, Anna, CJ and Eileen are engrossed in a deep conversation. "I think the character I love to hate the most is King Harry. He's such a pill." Eileen said. The girl trio look up as they hear a loud noise.
"Huh?" CJ asked. Rigby continues to pound on the door violently, and the girls walk over to the portable toilet. "Hey guys! How's it going in there?" CJ asked. "Well, things are going fine. The sandwich is done. But, uh, now it's kinda..." Mordecai said. "We're trapped! Get us out of here, please!" (Y/n) begged. "Oh, that's terrible." CJ said sarcastically, and Eileen and Anna snicker. "Do you need some...oh, what is the word I'm looking for?" Anna asked. "It's on the tip of my tongue. Help?" Eileen asked. "Oh, yeah...help or something?" CJ said.
"Yes! Could you please help us?" Rigby asked. "I guess we could try." CJ attempts to open the door. She pulls on the door's handle, but it refuses to open. "Oh. It really is stuck." She said, and Rigby begins to scream again. "What?!" Anna quickly grabs the handle, and tries to open it to no avail. "Oh no, oh no! What have I done?!" She asked. "Whoa, Anna, relax!" CJ said. "I knew I should've brought my key smith multi-tool today. Never doubt your gut, Eileen." Eileen scolds herself.
"There's some tools in the garage." Mordecai said. "All right. Hold tight. Don't run out of oxygen in there!" CJ said. The girls laugh and begin to walk away. "I get that you're joking, but actually, portable toilets are quite well-ventilated." Eileen said. "This thing is brand-new. How did the handle get stuck like... wha...oh!" Mordecai pulls his hand back, revealing some kind of a brown sauce sticking to his fingers. "Ew! What is that stuff?!" (Y/n) said. "That's meatball gravy." Rigby said. "How did meatball gravy get on the doorknob, Rigby?"
Mordecai asked. "I was eating meatballs!" Rigby said. "You're not supposed to eat meatballs with your hands, dude." Mordecai said. "Yeah, dude, gross." (Y/n) crosses her arms. "Hands are nature's forks!" Rigby said. "Try the window or something." Mordecai said. Rigby jumps up to the window. "I can't even get my fingers through the holes. They're like tiny prison bars." Rigby said.
"All right. Option two: let's ram the door." (Y/n), Mordecai and Rigby ram the door, which leads to them knocking over the portable toilet that they're in. A flowerpot hits Mordecai on the head and knocks him out. Muscle Man and High Five Ghost are walking in the park. "So, what are you doing tonight?" Muscle Man asked. "I got to house-sit my cousin's dog. What about you?" Fives asked. "That on-target 1.2 combination model's been singing my name all week." Muscle Man said. "Oh. They finally installed that new outhouse?" Fives asked. "Show some respect, bro. It's called a "portable toilet". Muscle Man said.

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The Regular Show X Reader
FanfictionThree best friends, a blue jay named Mordecai, a brown raccoon named Rigby, and a chipmunk named (Y/n) work as groundskeepers at a park, spending their days trying to entertain themselves (occasionally by perfecting useless skills during work hours...
Portable Toilet
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