Boys Will Be Boys

"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...

"Do wewe like macaroni as much as I do?" The televisheni blared as a commercial switched on.
"Ugh, I hate commercials!" groaned Rigby as he grabbed limblessly at the Remote, searching for the channel button. As he slithered halfheartedly down to the floor of the living room, The TV quickly switched to a lame excersize show, and Rigby groaned once more.
"No, wait," Mordecai exclaimed. "Change that back!"
Mordecai snatched the remote from bored Rigby as he switched back to the macaroni commercial.
"Then come to the macaroni warehouse NOW!" Screamed the advertisement. "We sell spaghetti, tambi noodles,...