"Ugh! I hate raking!" Rigby groaned as he picked up a rake and started scraping up leaves.
"Dude, we have to do it," Mordecai reasoned, raking his leaves into a fairly small pile. It was the beginning of fall, and the jobs got harder and harder, including raking the leaves. "Benson told us to, and i'm not gonna let him tell us we're slackers!"
"But why can't he do it himself?" Rigby rudely asked, adding to the small leaf pile. "If we're slackers, then he's a huge slacker." Rigby still complained. Mordecai glared at him, and then started raking again.
Soon enough, the pile was big enough to make a whole leaf party, and that was alot for Mordecai and Rigby. "Mordecai, when are we done?" Rigby groaned. "When Benson comes out here," Mordecai replied easily. They put the rakes down and stood there, sweating and tired. "I don't know, I sorta do wanna go play video games now," Mordecai said. "I mean, after that, Benson shouldn't call us slackers."
All of a sudden, Mordecai and Rigby heard a tiny squeak. Mordecai turned around, but nothing was there. "What was that?" Rigby, startled, questioned. They looked around, checking behind the trees, for the source that the squeak came from. Nothing was there!
Then, the leaves of Mordecai and Rigby's giant leaf pile rustled, and a tiny creature jumped out, squeaking happily. "A cat!" Mordecai exclaimed. It's orange, glossy pelt shined in the sunlight, making it look as if it was on fire. "It's so cute!" Rigby sqealed, scooping it up. It was tiny, but it was still almost as big as Rigby, making it hard to carry. "Rigby, you know i'm allergic," Mordecai explained, scolding at him. Mordecai was not the only one allergic to cats; Benson would drop his gumballs if he saw that cat.
But Rigby kept on petting it and rubbing against him like it was his own son. "Dude!" Mordecai yelled, trying to snatch away the cat. It growled, and unsheathed it's claws. "Dude, put it down," Mordecai said, letting go. "It's gonna claw your face off!"
Rigby dropped him, but the cat did not run away. It just layed down right in front of Mordecai and purred. "Okay, dude, we have to get this thing out of here." Mordecai agreed after a long pause. "Hm,hm, thank you." Rigby concluded, carrying the cat back to the house. "No, dude, Benson will see it if we put it in the house!" Mordecai said, grabbing the cat from his hands. "I'll carry him up to our room," Mordecai said, walking around the house.
When he came up to the window of their room, Mordecai called to Rigby. "Carry this cat while I-" Mordecai paused, sneezing. "While I open the window."
Rigby took the cat in his arms while Mordecai pulled the window open. He struggled, grunting until the window finally opened. "Okay, gimme the cat-" Mordecai sneezed. "So I can put it in our room."
Rigby gave him the cat, and then he turned around as he heard a voice. "Hey, losers, watcha doin'?" Grunted a low voice. It was Muscle Man, standing with High Five Ghost. "Ah, nothing Muscle Man," Mordecai stammered, shoving the cat through the window and slamming it shut. "Yeah, nothing," Rigby defiantly said.
"Was that a cat I saw? You know Mordecai and Benson are allergic to them," Muscle Man explained as High Five Ghost nodded his head. Mordecai elbowed him in the side, and Rigby elbowed back. "Hm,hm, since when do you think we have a cat?" Mordecai said.
"Dude, you obviously have one if your hiding it in your room through the window," Muscle Man explained. "You losers are gonna get smoked when Benson finds out!"
"Hey what are you guys doing?" Growled another voice. It was Skips, the wisest person in the park. "I heard about a cat." Skips walked up, eyeing Mordecai and Rigby suspiciously.
"That's it, i'm going," Muscle Man said, stalking away with High Five Ghost behind him. They left Mordecai, Rigby and Skips alone for once.
"So, you found a cat?" Skips bellowed, eying at Mordecai and Rigby suspiciously. Rigby shuffled his feet, embarassed. "Skips, I know, but-" Mordecai paused to sneeze. "But we're doing this for Rigby." Skips hesitated, scratching his albino colored head. "You guys never stop, do you?" Skips said. "You can keep the cat, but there will be precautions."
"Like what?" Mordecai and Rigby simultaneously asked.
"You have to remember that this is an orange cat that supposedly has no owner," Skips growled in a low voice. "Benson is gone, but he's not the only problem. Bad things can happen to people who keep stray cats." Mordecai exchanged glances with Rigby, and he shuddered.
Skips bounced off, leaving the two spooked men alone.
"I wonder what he means by that?" Rigby asked, glancing over at the window.
"I don't know dude, but-" Mordecai sneezed once more. "We better be careful."

Mordecai and Rigby went into their room, shakily opening the door. They saw the cat laying perfectly still on Rigby's bed. "No, cat!" Rigby yelled, running toward the trampoline. "You can't sleep on my bed!"
The cat turned to look at him; it growled again, showing it's small but sharp teeth. Rigby took a step back, and for a moment the cat's eyes flashed maliciously.
"Rigby, don't touch it!" Mordecai warned, standing with his hand still on the door handle.
The cat sat up, but Rigby was already speeding out the door, Mordecai high tail behind him.
Rigby stopped abruptly as Pops appeared in front of them. "Hello, Mordecai and Rigby!" Pops greeted. "Why are you running?"
"Nothing," Mordecai and Rigby said, glancing at each other.
"Okay, then! Maybe when you finish running, we can play Solitare!" Pops invited. He smiled greatfully. "Sure, maybe later," Rigby said, calming down.
When Pops left, they turned to themselves. "Dude, now we need to get rid of it," Mordecai said, peering at the door. Rigby dipped his head. "But we just got him! He's so cute!" Rigby complained.
"You heard what Skips said. Bad things might happen to us."
"Yeah, so?"
"So, imagine trying to do work around the park with Cat Scratch Fever!"
At that, Rigby lifted his head innocently. "Haven't you ever been in love?" Rigby cried, tears streaming from his eyes. Mordecai stood there, arms crossed. "I taught you how to fake cry like, a year ago." Mordecai easily said. Rigby immediately stopped and slumped over to the bedroom door. Mordecai watched him as he went through the door. All of a sudden, he heard a shriek and a wail of pain. "Aaaauugghh!" Rigby screamed as Mordecai ran through the doorway.
He stared in awe at what he saw. The tiny cat had turned into a giant, with unnaturally ruffled, fiery fur. And it's wild eyes were litterally aflame, setting fire to anything thst touched his face.
But worst of all, it's massive claws were like a tiger's, and they had sliced through Rigby's shoulder!
"Rigby, noooo!" Mordecai wailed as he saw the blood running from the gash that ran across his shoulderblade.
As he said that, the giant cat looked at him viciously with it's flaming eyes, muscles bulging from his skin, and jumped through the window.
All of a sudden, Skips burst through the door, staring in horror at Rigby's limp body. "What did I tell you about that cat?" He yelled as he ran over to Rigby. "I'll clean the wounds. You go find that cat!"
Mordecai ran as fast as he could, following the trail of giant pawprints that it left around the yard.
Pops suddenly came out of nowhere, staring at the cat. "Mordecai, what's wrong? I saw this thing, and I came to help."
"Thanks Pops, but you really can't. This thing is huge!" Mordecai stared at it. Foam was oozing from it's hungry jaws. For a moment Pops looked sad and hurt, and then he broke out laughing! "Mordecai, are you tickling me?" Pops chuckled, shaking all over. "Pops, i'm all the way over here!" Mordecai eyed him suspiciously, and then looked at the cat, which was digging up a tree. Suddenly, Pops' body flashed to white, and fur grew from it. His nose and moutth turned into a black snout, and a spiralling horn grew from it's head. "Look, Mordecai, Glitter and Unicorns!" Pops, said, half neighing, half talking. Pops had turn into a Unicorn the size of the cat, and was charging marvelously toward the cat. When he hit, they wrassled and fought. Suddenly, Skips appeared at his side. "Rigby is alive. But is that Pops?" Skips said, eying at the unicorn that had dug it's horn into the cat's leg. "Yeah." Mordecai said, staring in awe at the unicorn and the giant cat that wrestled with each other.
"Have you ever thought that Pops might have multiple personalities?"