Okay.
That's it.
C'mon Muscle Man! Not the pants!
If I don't take 'em off, I can't cool 'em off.
Simple science, bro.
Listen up.
Due to the extreme heat,
the park is closed today,
Works canceled.
If you need me, I'll be in the shade.
Lying still.
Alright.
Did you hear that, Mordecai?
A day off!
Too bad we don't have air conditioning.
And it's too hot to move.
Oh yes.
Man, this day off is a scam.
We just have to find a place where we can cool down.
So, just the free ice water then?
Yes, thanks Eileen.
Feel better now?
Feel better now, Rigby?
No, I'm still hot!
Mordecai and the Rigbys.
Whatever happen to that?
We had a break up.
Don't wanna end up as British dirtbags, so..
That's why I quit mole scouts, too.
Well, anyway, if you feel like it's getting better together,
there's a battle of the bands tonight.
Nah, that was a different time.
Yeah, things've changed for us.
First prize is an air conditioner.
Where is the sign up sheet?
Dudes! Dudes!
Guess what?
There's gonna be a battle of bands tonight!
Why should we care, bro?
Cause the prize is
A BRAND NEW AIR CONDITIONER!
And we're getting the band back together!
Mordecai and the Rigbys aren't a band.
Two guys who can barely play guitar isn't a band.
We've been practicing.
But, on your second point, you're right.
Two guys isn't a band.
That's why we need you guys!
Yes.
Pops, Keys.
Skips. Bass.
Muscle man and Fives. Horn.
Benson on drums.
And!
I know! I can be your British manager!
What?
Dude, every band has a mean British manager!
Oh you lot!
We were supposed to be in Manchester half an hour ago!
Uh, sure, man.
So you guys with us?
If it means getting out of this heat wave, then we're in!
A.C! A.C! A.C! A.C!
You guys better know what you're doing.
Guys! Guys!
Listen up, you all!
Mordo here has something to say!
Thanks, Thomas.
Now we are all in this together and we all have equal say.
No one person is in charge, okay?
Fine.
Even though I've actually been in a successful band before...
Okay. We need a really awesome tone!
Anybody have any song ideas?
I'm been working on a rock opera!
It's a little thing I call Benson-phonia.
Benson.
No offense.
But since we were equals now,
That's sounds totally stupid, bro.
No offense!
Actually, I've been working on a riff.
Let's hit it!
Yeah, man.
Okay, I'm a bit rusty alright.
Okay, okay.
C'mon! Mordo!
Stop.
Stop!
STOP!
Again.
One and two and three and four.
You're not blowing hard enough.
I mean, really blow!
And as for...
You're flat! You're flat!
See how much better that's sounds?
Skips!
You gotta play on temple!
Again!
Again.
Again! Again! Again!
Sorry for the weird meeting place.
But Benson only allow one bathroom break.
We got some urgent business to care of.
Now I'm gonna say what everybody else is thinking.
We gotta do something about Benson, right?
He told me my bass plan was sloppy.
Me?
Skips!
He told me my arpeggio don't arpeggi-flow!
What does that even mean?
At this way we're never gonna win that AC!
And the battle of the bands is in a few hours!
Who thinks me and Rigby should run rehearsals?
Meeting adjourned!
Alright.
Good meeting... Ah...!
I came to check up on you guys.
I'm the only one taking this seriously.