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All right, listen up.

Something really big is happening to me today.

It might change my life forever.

I won't bore you with the details, but you're going to be unsupervised for a

few hours, so do whatever you want for lunch.

That's so awesome.

What was that?

We didn't say anything.

Oh, okay.

Huh.

You guys were asking how... Nope, weren't asking you anything.

Fine, I'll tell you.

Gene has formally invited me to a park manager's luncheon!

Gene?

As in Gene, the rival park manager?

Gene sucks!

That may be true, but I've never been invited, and it's a huge honor.

Not to mention very exclusive.

This sounds bad.

I'm just going to weigh in here for a second.

This is a textbook prank set up.

Invite him out, get him comfy, then BAM!

Egg in the face!

Or pie in the face!

Something ends up in someone's face, and it's usually not good.

So you think I'm not good enough to be included?

It has to be a prank!

No, that's not it.

It's just Gene!

No, I get it.

Fine.

I'm not a good enough manager to be recognized.

I'm glad to have that cleared up.

You guys enjoy your long lunch, and next time don't pry into my private affairs!

So what are we going to do about the lunch?

I was thinking pizza subs.

He needs Benson's lunch, bro.

Try to stay on the level.

Well, I don't trust Gene.

We gotta follow Benson.

And then we're getting pizza subs.

Let's keep that on the table.

But first, rescuing Benson.

Can we call it Operation Save Benson Before Getting Pizza Subs?

Yeah, we'll vote on it in the car.

Aw man, raking?

I'd rather play video games.

Yeah, or how about bunchies?

Oh, I fell!

Ah!

Leaves!

I can't see!

What?

What is happening?

Leaves in my mouth!

Huh?

You're gonna rake up these leaves?!

Is the bug picking up Benson's voice?

I don't know.

Let me check.

So ridiculous.

Can't even rake properly.

Well, at least the other managers will get a kick out of it.

Benson, how was your day?

Oh, it was fine.

Taught some slackers a thing or two about proper rake usage.

That's great!

You must be real good at it, judging from those forearms.

Oh, nah.

I used to be a drummer, so... You know, it's part of the package deal.

Package set.

No, wait.

Drum set!

Ha!

What's this on my... Ow.

It's a hair.

Ugh.

So long.

I knew I should've shaved this morning.

Maybe I can just pluck it out.

It's bad for your pores.

This makes me feel uncomfortable.

I'm not ready to know Benson like this.

About six of one.

Half a dozen of the other, really.

Hey, hey.

Benson's here.

It's Benson, everybody.

Hey, Benson.

Good to see you.

Hello.

Oh, hi, Benson.

Nice to meet you.

Yeah.

Speaking of leaves, earlier today I was showing my workers how to pick up leaves,

but I was a drummer, so, you know.

Yes, of course, Benson.

Let's sit down.

I hear that chicken and waffles are to die for.

Order up.

Chicken and waffles?

Ugh.

I'm so hungry.

I never had a lunch break.

Skips, can we get a lunch break?

There's a pizza sub place two blocks away.

Pizza subs are not off the table, but we should really stay put for now.

Ugh.

Fine.

But if I starve to death, I blame you.

Now, let's talk time sheets.

Alphabetical or chronological?

Well, I'm really more of an alphabetical kind of guy.

You know what they say.

A to Z.

Time ain't free.

And so then I said, what are you, a managermaphobe?

Where'd the sound go?

Oh, something must have happened.

She need the bug.

That sly devil.

Looks like we'll have to go inside closer to the food.

Oh, no.

I think this is going to be leading by example.

Can I get you some drinks, some starters?

Uh, no thanks.

How about a cool raspberry breezinade?

No.

Look, I'm just trying to make you guys happy.

Fine.

Fine.

I love a raspberry Bumblebee.

That's the Bosco spirit.

Ugh.

Why didn't you order any food?

Because we're not here to eat.

But this place smells like, it smells just like food.

Cameras, hidden mirrors.

I try to keep an eye on them at all times.

And pizza subs are a kind of food.

I can't take it!

Shush.

Everybody down.

We're in too deep.

Yeah, this was a bad idea, Rigby Head.

Let's go.

Ugh, stop hitting me.

Your elbows are weirdly pointy.

Hey!

Hey, you stop.

You stop right there.

What do you think you're doing?

This is my special luncheon.

We're trying to help.

We really think you're being set up.

No!

They're just taking me out to lunch.

Someone's finally...

Somebody's finally recognizing my hard work.

Pachin!

You don't get it.

I've made sacrifices.

Stick, hockey, drumming.

This is all I have left.

Park managing is my life.

You guys want to make me look like a jerk in front of my colleagues.

Sorry, Benson.

We didn't know.

No!

You leave me alone.

You go rate those leaves.

Don't make me tell you twice.

I'm feeling something almost as bad as hunger.

I think it's guilt, guys.

Yeah.

He is a great park manager.

Why wouldn't they want to hang out with him?

It's us!

We're the jerks!

Chill, Pops.

Let's just go home and try to forget this ever happened.

He looks so happy with them.

Thank God Benson!

What are they doing to him?

Looks like some sort of sacrifice.

We gotta get in somehow.

Jetpack, bro.

They catered with pizza subs?

At least they have taste.

Ow!

Hey, why don't you turn that frown upside down?

You know it's just my mask, Steve.

You guys change up the masks and you didn't tell me.

You make fun of me like this every Thursday

and it's starting to make me actually sad.

Your attention!

Attention, please!

With the mask of silence secured, we may begin the ritual.

Brotherhood.

Loyalty.

Discipline.

These are not things you learn.

These are things you are.

Most people are like so much sludge in the

gutters, filling space until they're expunged.

But we are like the sunrise, cascading over

the pines, silently illuminating the world.

No, Pops.

This is bad.

Oh, no!

We are park managers, and what stands before us is litter to be composted.

Now!

Huh?

Stop them!

Thank us later.

Come on.

Hey, hands off our pizza subs.

Those are special order.

Follow them!

Follow them!

Follow them in your vehicles!

Tear them apart!

On terrain!

Bad show!

You owe me a pizza subs!

Nope.

You're taking a taxi, Stefan.

I hate this club.

Operation Save Benson, success!

That's not the name we agreed on.

No need to thank us, Benson.

Thank you?

You've ruined everything!

Huh?

Benson!

I can't believe I thought you were lodge material!

Lodge material?

See?

That's what compost means.

They were gonna chop him up to build a cabin.

You work at a park and you don't know what compost means?

They were gonna cut me free and release me into the brotherhood of the lodge!

It's a very sophisticated ritual that I wouldn't

expect a mere subordinate to understand.

That's why they weren't invited, Benson.

You can't control your employees, so you're out!

What?

Those are the worst employees I've ever seen!

Therefore, you're the worst park manager I've ever seen!

These knuckleheads couldn't tell a lawn mower from a leaf blower!

Don't throw my employees into this!

They were just trying to protect me because you're

a crazy person who's done nothing but prank us!

Yeah?

And?

I thought I wanted to be a lodge member, but I would never

abandon my employees to fit into some overblown kids clubhouse!

Now, if you would please excuse yourselves.

We close at six on Thursdays.

Ha!

Benson, you old so-and-so!

That was the final test!

Huh?

You and your employees have truly displayed our core values!

Welcome to the lodge, Benson!

I'm... in?

Benson doesn't mean the best stuff!

If you think after all that I would still

join your club, then you're absolutely right!

Yes!

You're absolutely right!

Yes!

Oh, yeah.