(Y/n), Mordecai and Rigby were at The Coffee Shop watching the Fist Pump commercial on the TV. The music is very similar to ​Hold The Line by Toto. "Yes! Fist Pump!" Rigby said. The trio do fist pumps. "Heh heh heh heh. Yeah, yeah!" They continue fist pumping until the music ends. "Heh heh heh heh heh!" "Listen up, pump heads,

Fist Pump is coming to Slammers! They just got out of jail, and rehab, and now they're back, and ready to rock your 11-through-15-year-old pants off! That's our demographic: get over it. That's right! Fist Pump live!" The announcer on tv said. "Live!" Another announcer said. "At Slammers this Friday!" "Friday!" "Be there or be a loser!" (Y/n) scoffs at this. "Puh-lease, there's gonna be so many losers at that concert." She crosses her arms. "We have to go to that concert." Rigby said.

"Seriously? Dude, they were cool in the 3rd grade. But now-" (Y/n) said. "Correction, they're cool in any grade, but you wouldn't know that. Probably because you hate yourself or something." Rigby said. "Dude, we don't have the money for those tickets." Mordecai said. "Doesn't even matter. We can figure out a way, but you're too busy figuring out a way to hate yourself." Rigby said. "Why do you wanna go so bad?" (Y/n) asked. "Going to this concert could be the biggest moment of my life." Rigby said. "Wow, sounds like your life sucks." (Y/n) said. "SHUT UP!" Rigby snapped, and Mordecai snickers. "Hey, guys." Sam said as he approached them.

He was a close friend of (Y/n)'s who works at the coffee shop. "Hey, Sam." (Y/n) said. "Were you guys talking about the concert?" He asked. "We were talking about a concert. Is the concert you're talking about Fist Pump?" Rigby asked. "Oh yeah, it's awesome." Sam said. "Wait, you're going?" (Y/n) asked in surprise. "Yeah, I am. I know they're kinda old, but I remember them from when I was a kid. Besides, everyone is gonna be there. It's gonna be fun. You guys gonna go?" He asked the trio.

"I'm totally gonna go." (Y/n) said quickly. "Oh, so now you wanna..." (Y/n) punches Rigby. "Owww!" He shouted. "We'll be there." (Y/n) said. "Cool....see you guys there." He walks away. "Yeah....see ya." (Y/n) said. "Wow, (Y/n), really?" Mordecai asked in disbelief. "What?" She asked, turning to him in confusion.

"I can't believe you! You're gonna go to a Fist Pump concert just for some lame guy?" Rigby asked. "Rigby, one day you'll be old enough to understand the real reason that people go to concerts." (Y/n) crosses her arms with a smirk. "Whatever, it's to listen to music: I already know that. Now, how are we going to get the money for those tickets?" Rigby asked his friends. "Dude, it's gonna be easy. We just have to work some extra hours."

Mordecai said. "Extra work? He doesn't even like regular work." (Y/n) snickers. "True..." Rigby said. "Do you like Fist Pump?" Mordecai asked. "Yes." Rigby said with defeat. "Hmm, then you like extra work." Mordecai said. "Hmm, fine." Rigby said. "Hmm. Hmm." Mordecai said. "Hmm. Hmm." Rigby said. "Hmm. Hmm." They both said. "Let me get this straight. You three want me to give you overtime, and even though you two can't even finish the regular amount of work that you normally have,

you want me to add on even more." Benson said. "Ah-ha-ha! No." Benson said. "Told ya." (Y/n) said, as her best friends groan. "Aw, come on, Benson, please. Fist Pump is playing at Slammers, and we don't have enough money for tickets." Rigby said. "Haha, are you serious? Fist Pump? You know what kind of people go to those concerts?" Benson asked. Muscle Man stands on the cart while Hi Five Ghost drives it. "Whoo! That's right, ladies, we got two tickets to Fist Pump. See ya later, grandmas!" He shouted.

"I have some idea." (Y/n) smirked, and Benson rolls his eyes. Rigby grunts aggressively. "Benson, you listen and you listen good." He drops to the ground and pleads. "Please Benson, please give us overtime! Please?" He said. "What's the big deal? It's just some talentless band." Benson said.

"Actually they aren't that bad, not that I'm into that stuff. We're pretty backed up though. I think you should give them the work." Skips said. "Oh, I agree. I say if they want to see 'Pump Fist', then let them see 'Pump Fist'." Pops said, and (Y/n) giggles at that, and Benson sighs. "Fine. You three can work overtime." He said. "Ohhhhh!!!" The trio said. "Here's a list of things we need done, when you finish them, you'll get your money." Benson said. "Ohhhhh!!!"

The trio leave and Benson sighs. "Those two are idiots." He said. (Y/n), Mordecai and Rigby power through several chores at regular speed. "Dudes, I'm fading fast." Rigby said. "Don't worry, dudes. We just gotta fight it with coffee." Mordecai said. "Great idea." (Y/n) said. They take a sip of coffee, the trio are back at work at ultra-high speed. Benson is pleasantly surprised at how sparkling the house is and hands over the overtime pay to (Y/n), Mordecai and Rigby.

They vacuum it up before tearing open the vacuum bags to get the money back. The trio are now outside the Slammers club's box office. "Three for Fist Pump." (Y/n) said. "$400." The guy corrected. "What?!" The trio asked. "But I thought they were 50!" Mordecai said. "$50 tickets are sold out. All that's left are Super Deluxe front row seats." The ticket taker said. "Aw, man!" Mordecai said. "I welcome you death." (Y/n) said as she collapses face first. "No, no, no! Guys, wait, wait, we can't give up. Fist Pump..." Rigby said. "I know, dude, but I just don't want to work anymor--. Oh my..."

(Y/n) looks over at her boy crush dreamily. He waves as she stands in stunned amazement, not noticing her two best friends narrowing their eyes at the boy. "Maybe I could work a little more. Alright guys, let's do this." (Y/n) said. Rigby is down on the ground sleeping. "You're lucky I care about this lame guy." (Y/n) snapped. "Benson, we need more chores, please." (Y/n) said.

Rigby takes a sip of coffee. "Yeah, give us more money." He said. "There's no more chores left. Unless... you want to mow the lawn." Benson said. "The lawn?" The trio asked. They take a look at the huge lawn. "Aw, what? That'll take forever." Mordecai said. "Here's the keys. You know where the mower is." He throws the keys to the trio. They hit Rigby on the face and he moans in pain. "Good luck." Benson drives away on the golf cart.

"Thanks, we're gonna need it." (Y/n) mumbled. "Oh yeah? Who needs luck when we have coffee?" Mordecai asked. "Ohhhhhh..." the trio said weakly. "Dudes, seriously though, my eyes won't stay open anymore, and I think we're almost out of coffee." Rigby said. "Nonsense, dude, we got plenty of coffee." Mordecai tries to take a sip from the coffee pot, but there is no more coffee, and he lays on the ground. "Yeah, plenty of coffee." (Y/n) said sarcastically. "Mordecai, what happened?" Rigby asked. "Need more coffee." He replies. "Need more Sam." (Y/n) said, and despite their exhaustion, the two boys groan from that comment. "Fist Pump." Rigby said. The trio then hear a new voice. "Coffee, coffee."

A giant coffee bean clad in underpants and a headband appears, along with a Japanese man in a business suit. It transpires that he is translating for the coffee bean. "Coffee?" "Greetings, fellow Fist Pump fans. May we help you get some tickets?" The man asked. "What the?!" (Y/n) asked in surprise. "Uh, are you guys seeing what I'm seeing, or am I just going crazy?" (Y/n) asked. "No, we see it." Rigby said, shaking his head. "What? Who are you?" Mordecai asked. "Coffee, coffee." The bean said. "As you can see, I am a giant coffee bean. I can bring you caffeine. Do you accept?"

The man asked. "Wait, what?" Mordecai asked. "Are you a giant coffee bean? Or just a giant turd?" (Y/n) asked, and her best friends snickered. "coffee coffee." "That wasn't very nice." "Sorry, couldn't resist." (Y/n) said. "Coffee coffee, coffee coffee coffee, coffee coffee, coffee coffee coffee." The coffee bean holds out a contract that only has the word 'coffee' on it several times. "Uh..." (Y/n) said awkwardly. "Ah, cool, a contract, let's sign it!" Rigby said. "No! Rigby, wait!" (Y/n) shouted. Rigby ignores her and signs the contract. The coffee bean takes it back, presses it to his stomach area, and absorbs it. "RIGBY! WHAT THE-" "whoa! (Y/n), chill!" He said. "Do you even know what you just did?!"

(Y/n) snapped. He just shrugs carelessly. "Yeah, I signed a contact." He said. "Without even bothering to read it! What if there was some really messed up stuff in that thing?! You don't just sign a contact without reading it over!" (Y/n) shouted. "Um... she kind of has a point, dude." Mordecai rubbed his right arm nervously. "What point? Oh come on! Why are you always taking her side?! It's fine." Rigby said.

"Dude, honestly, you need to be more careful. You don't know what you've just gotten yourself into." (Y/n) scolded. "Who are you, my mom? Look, I got this handled, (Y/n). Okay?" Rigby asked. "Fine, but don't come crying to me when something happens to you." (Y/n) then left her two friends, and Rigby grunts angrily. "Geez, what is her problem?" Rigby asked. "I don't know, dude, but... maybe we should hear her out." Mordecai said,

looking back to where she had left. "Oh please. What's the worst that can happen?" Rigby asked. "Coffee, coffee!" The bean grabs his nipples, screams, and shoots coffee into the mouths of Mordecai and Rigby. Mordecai and Rigby pump their fists and drive the lawnmower, with the aid of the

Giant Coffee Bean's regular infusions of more coffee. Mordecai and Rigby walk into their bedroom and shut the door, new tickets in hand. "Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!" The duo said. "Aw, man, I didn't know deluxe tickets were coated in diamonds." Mordecai said. "So cool." Rigby said. "Where are the other two tickets?" The coffee bean and his interpreter are already in the room. "Oh, jeez!" Rigby puts on his Fist Pump t-shirt.

"There's no 'other tickets', man. We only had enough for two." He said. "But we had a contract." The man said. Rigby screams. "Woooooo!!! Fist pump!" "Woo, Fist Pump." Mordecai said. "Coffee, coffee, coffee!" The bean said angrily. Rigby shows Mordecai a toy gun with a pumping fist on the end of it. "Dude, check it. Bang bang! Dude, I've got two if you want to take one to the concert." Rigby said. "Mordecai and Rigby, we are very excited for you to be the ones to see Fist Pump.

Please accept this coffee to help you make it through concert. Mordecai and Rigby accept the cups, which have tea bag strings hanging over the side. "Thanks." They said. The two take a slurp and begin looking sleepy. "Hey, what the...? this isn't coffee!" Mordecai said. The translator and the coffee bean laugh.

"It's camomile tea. The sleepiest of all teas." The man said. "Rigby, get the..." Rigby is already asleep as Mordecai falls to the floor. "... tickets." Mordecai awakens by a crashing noise outside. From the bedroom window he sees the coffee bean ready to drive away with the translator on the golf cart, complete with Mordecai and Rigby's Fist Pump clothes.

"Hey!" The coffee bean looks up before jumping in the cart and driving off. "Rigby, come on, they got the tickets! Come on, let's go, let's go!" Rigby wakes up and feels his chest and notices his t-shirt is gone. "Fist Pump!" The two run outside to see the coffee bean and translator heading down the driveway on the cart. "Aw man! We should have listened to (Y/n)!" Mordecai shouted.

"No time for that! Now what are we supposed to do?" Rigby shouted. "Come on. I have an idea." He replies. At Skips' house, Benson is walking to the gas pump and whistling contentedly. Mordecai and Rigby bust through the garage door on the lawnmower, knocking Benson over as gumballs spill out of his front. "You morons, get back here and help me pick up my gumballs!"

Benson shouted. Mordecai and Rigby pull up beside the cart. "Give us the tickets!" Mordecai demanded. The translator produces a chainsaw and pulls the power on. Mordecai and Rigby scream and duck as the Interpreter lunges at them, cutting some of the lawnmower off. As they continue the chase down the city streets,

the chainsaw is knocked loose and Mordecai and Rigby are able to knock the roof from the cart, but eventually, both vehicles are abandoned as they reach Slammers, the cart crashing into the box office. The translator and coffee bean pick themselves up and race for the VIP entrance, but are intercepted by Mordecai and Rigby. "Eh, Mordecai and Rigby. Funny seeing you here." The man said. "A chainsaw, are you serious?! I mean, what's up with the chainsaw?" Mordecai asked.

"Coffee! Coffee coffee!" The bean said. "Why didn't you buy us tickets?" The man asked. "What are you talking about? We never said we'd buy you tickets!" Mordecai snapped. "But we had a contract." The man said, and Mordecai turns to glare at Rigby. "So, what had (Y/n) said earlier about contacts?" He asked. "Ugh! Okay, I'm sorry!" Rigby leans in and snatches the tickets from the Interpreter. "You know, at first I thought you were cool, but now, I know that you're both total losers." Mordecai said.

"Everybody hates you." Rigby said. "Oh, and I just realized something." Mordecai said. "What?" The man asked. "Your coffee sucks." Mordecai said. "Ohhhhhhh!!!" The two dance through the VIP door unimpeded as the coffee bean and translator are turned away by the bouncer. Mordecai and Rigby are then shown walking down the stairs in the auditorium. "'Sup, Mordecai?" "Hey, dude." He said back. Rigby sees the diamond-encrusted seats at the front and center of the room. "Dude, there they are!" Mordecai and Rigby run and jump onto their seats. "We did it! Fist Pump! Fist Pump!" Rigby said. "I wonder where (Y/n)'s sittin'?" Mordecai asked as he looks around, and Rigby scoffs.

"Dude, she's probably still mad at us, remember?" Rigby crosses his arms. Mordecai kneels up on his seat and turns around, only to receive a sweaty Fist Pump t-shirt to the face. "Aw, sick, it's all sweaty!" He said. "Wooooo! I just threw my shirt!" Several rows back, Muscle Man is shown lifting a weight while balancing on two seats. "Bring out Fist Pump! Let's do it!" He shouted. (Y/n) a few rows in front. "Hey, there she is. (Y/n)!" Mordecai shouted. She looked over to see her two best friends. "Oh, Mordecai." She said. She walks over to them. "You... you're not, still mad at us, are you?" He asked, and she sighs. "Look, I'm over it. I just want you guys to be careful is all." She said.

"We know." Rigby said. (Y/n) sits on the chair in between the two and nudges his arm playfully and he chuckles. The trio look amazed as the crowd cheers. A truck with a flaming skull on the front appears at the side of the stage, the trucker blowing its horn. "Hahaha, woo!" Rigby cheers. Rigby turns to Mordecai only to see him snoring in his seat. "Dude, wake up! They're about to come out!" Rigby said. "Wait, is he asleep?" (Y/n) asked, turing to look. Rigby's eyes narrow. "Rigby? Are you okay?" (Y/n) asked. "Wait... must... stay awake. Must... see best band of all... time! Hngh! Aw, crap." Rigby falls asleep immediately and snores and (Y/n) giggles at the two. "Boys..." she shakes her head. "'Ello! We are Fist Pump! One, two, three, four!" She looks back as Fist Pump begins playing.