A Letter to Pops

"Dude, who writes letters anymore?  The only letters people ever get are just spam."  Rigby claimed, and was annoyed with the fact that he, along with his best friend Mordecai, had to check the mail every morning.  For the past three months, there has been a letter coming in everyday.  Not knowing who it was (and equally not caring), it started to become more of a burden to the young raccoon, having to get up every morning just to place the stupid letter on the counter and then crawl back on his littered trampoline.  Sighing, Mordecai grabbed the letter from inside the mailbox, and began to walk back towards the house, another five minutes away before he can return to his bed and catch some more z's.

"I know dude.  I wonder why this person dosen't just call or something?  Or emailing even.  I wonder who this letter is to anyway?"  Mordecai wondered out loud, and felt the letter escape from his blue feathered hands as his furry friend grabbed the white envelope, and looked for the sender or reciever on the letter with renewed interest.  Not shocked to find that it belonged to Pop's, he almost threw the letter behind him with his interest, but gave it to the tall blue jay instead.

"Pfft, belongs to Pops.  Who else could it of been for, anyway?"  Rigby asked with boredom, which sparked another question in Mordecai's mind. Taking a look at the letter himself, he found himself laughing at his new discovery.  Confused, the Raccoon retook the letter from his best-friend's hand.

"Dude, what's so funny?"  Rigby asked, now a little annoyed that he couldn't join in with his friend's laughter.  Looking over the white paper once more, he found that there wasn't anything to laugh at...nothing funny about this letter.  What was so funny about it? After a few seconds, the tall bird was able to calm down enough to speak.

"I think Pop's has been getting fake letters, dude.  Check out the original address." As he said it, Mordecai pointed at the original address from the sender, Lolliland Mailing center. Finally understanding his friend's reasons for laughing, he too, burst into a fit of giggles, holding his sides to keep himself from falling on the ground, only to fail and roll on the ground.  Still smiling, Mordecai reached out his hand.

"Common Rigby, we'd better give this letter back to Pop's...bfft hahaha!"  Not able to control himself, he joined his best friend on the ground, still able to keep a grip on the letter, holding it up in the air so it wouldn't get dirty or ruined.  After a couple of seconds, the duo soon found their laughter to cease, when they hear their boss's voice ring through their ears.

"What are you two idiots doing laughing in the middle of the park?"  Benson asked, suprisingly not blowing his vocal cords out at them.  Annoyed that they were disturbing the short silences that this park ever got this early in the morning, he began to walk towards them. Seeing nothing wrong with their new joke, Mordecai and Rigby both stood up, and dusted themselves off.  Still smiling, they approached the irritated gumball machine.

"Benson, I think Pop's might be getting pranked...and not by us this time." Now curious and a little suspicious, Benson grabbed the letter out of the feathered hand, and looks at it with the same boredom Rigby originally did. His irritation growing a little more, Benson lifted his head to look at his two laziest workers.

"What are you guy's talking about?  People still send letters, you know.  Just because he's getting a letter, dosen't mean that it's a prank."  Benson explained, still a little annoyed about the situation at hand. Almost right after he finished his sentence, Rigby reached out his arm and pointed to the original address.

"Check out where the letter came from...that place dosen't exist!"  Laughing once again, he was able to keep his balance while holding his sides, the only difference from last time being that Mordecai didn't join into his laugher, and stood there trying to quiet his chuckles.  However, Benson didn't appear to share the same sense of humor, and Mordecai could see his anger steadily growing.

"Look, even if this place does or dosen't exist, it's neither of your guy's business.  So I suggest that you deliver this letter to Pop's right now or YOU'RE FIRED!" Benson threatened, this time not turning into his normal shade of angery red.  Almost unaffected by his yelling, Rigby took the letter out of Benson's metal hand.  

"We will, we will.  Still, it IS pretty funny.  I mean, we all know that Lolliland probably dosen't exist, right?" Rigby suggested, recieving a Hm-hm from his good friend.  Shaking his glass dome, Benson didn't seem to agree.

"Who knows, and who cares?  As long as that letter get's to Pop's it doesn't matter."  Finishing his sentence, he headed back towards the house, not caring if his two newest employee's would follow or not.  Now done with laughing about the entire ordeal, Mordecai and Rigby began to walk towards the house.

"Dude, now thinking about it, I feel kinda bad for Pop's.  I mean, he probably dosen't realize that Lolliland dosen't exist.  With someone sending some fake letters, maybe we should tell him..." Mordecai enquired out loud, recieving a 'pfft' from Rigby.

"Like Benson said, it really dosen't matter too much.  Even if it is a prank, at least WE can laugh about it."  Rigby calmly informed, only to recieve a sigh from Mordecai.

"...I guess you're right.  Fine, but if he even mentions the place, we'll tell him then."  Mordecai informed, and continued towards the house, only to see an excited Pop's waiting at the window for his suprirse.