At the dome-sealed park, Benson was walking with a clipboard in his hand. "Need to get the carousel winterized. Also check into-" Then he bumped into a brown haired female scientist, Pam. "Oh! Sorry about that." Benson said. "No, I'm sorry. I just got so caught up in my work." Pam said. "Me too." Benson picks up his and Pam's clipboards. "Hey, wait a sec. I have the exact same." He looks at Pam. "Clip... board..." he said. Pam takes her clipboard back. "You're Benson." She said. "How'd you know?" Benson asked. "I've been watching you.

Er, not in a-a creepy stalker way. It's my job. More so to keep an eye on (Y/n), but you understand." Pam said. "Right..." It was an awkward pause for a split second before Pam spoke up again. "So... how's that fax working out?" Pam asked. "Oh. It's okay." Benson said. "Well, I think it's really cool." Pam said. "Yeah, I get a lot of important messages from Langer and the dome big wigs. And in an emergency, got the old speed dial here. If you hear this baby ringing-" Benson accidentally knocks Pam's protein bar out of her hand. "Oh, geez! I am so sorry!" He said.

Pam picks up her protein bar. "Oh, no worries. It's just one of Langer's terrible protein bars. He only allows "sanctioned food" in the dome-itory. What I wouldn't give for some hot wings." She said. "Wait... you like hot wings?" Benson asked. "Uh, yeah! It's literally my favorite food." Pam said. "Me too!" Benson becomes flirty. "Well, maybe I'll just have to swing by at your lab and drop some off." He said. "Oh yeah? Heh, you're gonna sneak past the guards?" Pam asked. "Maybe I will." Benson said. "Well, if you do that, then you'll be my favorite person ever."

They shared their first laugh together before Pam's pager beeped on her clipboard, showing Langer on her pager. "Oh geez. Langer. I got to go." Pam said. "Oh yeah." Benson said. Pam starts to walk away. "Sorry. It was nice." Pam starts to whisper. "By the way, it's Pam." She said. "What?" Benson asked. Pam runs off. "My name is Pa-a-a-a-a-am!" A short silence occurred until Benson broke it with a dreamy sigh, for he was now in love. Benson dreamy sighs. "Pam..." he said.

"Ben-son?" (Y/n) asked in a sing song voice. Benson turns around. "Wha?" He asked. The trio walk towards Benson; eating popcorn. "Dude, what's wrong with your face?" Rigby asked, and (Y/n) slaps him. "Ow!" He shouted. "He's glowing. I've never seen him like this before." Mordecai said. "Yeah. It's weird." Rigby said, and (Y/n) smirks. "I think I know what it is." She said, and the duo look at her. "Oh yeah? What is it?" Rigby asked her curiously.

"Benson's in loooove!" She sang playfully. "What?!" The duo asked. "I just met the most amazing girl. We had a real chemistry~!" Benson said. "Gross! Benson, I'm trying to eat here!" Rigby scolded. "Eat?" Benson suddenly remembers. "The wings! I gotta get her wings! How can I ask her out if I don't have any wings?!" He ran to the cart, hopped in and drove off, leaving (Y/n), Mordecai and Rigby behind. "Wait Benson, that's our stuff!" Mordecai shouted.

"Wanna go to the spot?" Rigby asked. "Yeah I do!" (Y/n) said with a goofy grin. With that, they went over to "the spot" as they laughed goofily along the way. Meanwhile, at Wing Kingdom, Benson was trying to figure out what kind of wings to order for him and Pam, while a long line was behind him, annoyed with Benson for taking too long.

"Hmm... hmm, mmm, mmm... what would Pam want? Regular?" Benson asked. "One order of re-" The cashier said. "No wait, spicy." Benson said. "One order-" Benson interrupts. "What if she doesn't like spicy? I'll take half spicy." He said. "They're just wings, buddy." The cashier said. Benson turns around; triggered. "Just wings?" These wings might decide whether or not I get to go out with the girl of my dreams!" He turns red. "Everything has to be perfect!" Benson shouted. "Mommy, I'm scared." A child said. "Uh sir, if you can't decide, I'd recommend the Big 50 Special. It's a bucket of 50 different kinds of wings, and it comes with a liter of ranch." The cashier said.

Benson starts to sweat. "Yeah, that actually sounds pretty good. I'll get that." He said. "You want those crispy or crunchy?" The cashier asked. "How crispy is "crispy?" Benson asked. "UGH!" Back at the park, Benson drives in the cart with his wings and ranch. He stopped the cart and looked through the binoculars, seeing Pam entering the second dome. "Gotta get in there. These wings aren't getting any warmer. Hmm..."

Benson takes out a jacket from the cart. "Bingo." He wore the jacket and approached the second dome, his wings and his ranch stuffed inside of his jacket. "Fellas! Mondays... am I right?" Benson asked casually. One of the guards coughed in response. "Anyways, got an important fax from Langer. Just gonna pop in and see what the old boss man wants." Benson tries to walk through. A Bald Dome Guard stops Benson. "Not until we frisk you, sir." He said.

"Guys, it's me. Benson. Manager... of the park... this park?" Benson asked. The orange-haired dome guard shrugs. "Sorry, buddy, it's regulation." He said. Benson scowls for a minute. "...Cool. Cool. That's cool." He said. He turned around and started to walk away a little, but he took a deep breath and came back around, trying to dash towards the second dome, only for the guards to hold him back and shove him away. Benson backs away; angrily. "This is outrageous! Frisk me?! I should frisk you! This is MY park!" He stormed away from the entrance and went around the back of the dome, hoping for another way inside. "There's gotta be another way in here." Benson sees another door. "Jackpot." Running to the door, Benson tried to open it, but he found our that it would be opened from a password.

"Oh... I see your little game, Langer. However, I happen to know that statistically, the most common passcode is..." as he presses the numbers. "1, 2 3, 4, 5." Benson only typed in five numbers in the passcode. "Uh... 6?" But when he pressed the number, he got shocked from the passcode, since he got it wrong. "Aah!" Benson groans. "So, it's a number game, is it? Let's play." He started pressing numbers, in hopes of getting the passcode right. "One one one one one one one!" Benson gets electrocuted. "AAH!" He tries again.

"One one one one one one two!" He gets electrocuted again. "AAH, geez!" He tries again. "One one one one one one three- -" This time, it seemed that the passcode short-circuited, the force knocking Benson to the ground. Benson groans. "This is crazy... oh, Benson!" He laughs to himself. "Have some dignity." Then he grabbed a big rock and yelled as he bashed it on the passcode, only to get electrocuted once more. Meanwhile, (Y/n), Mordecai and Rigby were eating snacks on a hill that was a few feet away from the second dome before Benson stormed to them, partially charred from the electricity.

"This is MY park! I should know the stupid code!" Benson sees (Y/n), Mordecai and Rigby. "What're you three doing here?!" He asked. "Shhhh. Listen." (Y/n) said. They heard the two guards talking from the spot. "Man, we should've just pounded him and took those wings." The orange-haired dome guard said. "Seriously. If I gotta eat anymore of that lousy dome-itory food, someone's gettin' a poundin'!" The Bald Dome Guard said.

"What the heck?" Benson asked. "The sound from the guard post bounces off of the dome, and back to this exact spot." Mordecai said. "It's science." Rigby said. "I don't think you guys should be wasting your time eavesdropping on-" Benson said, but got interrupted. "Delivery for Langer." The delivery man said. "Take it around back." The Bald Dome Guard said. "What's the passcode again?" The delivery man asked. The guard groans. "The code is Langer; L-A-N-G-E-R! Got it?" He asked.

"Nice work!" Benson ran off to the dome laughing to himself with success. After he put the code in, he was finally in the dome, but now he had to get through the room, which had many doors and an elevator. "Uhh..." He went inside the elevator, but the doors automatically closed before he could walk out. Then the elevator rumbled, before plummeting down as he screamed. When the elevator reached the first floor, the doors opened and Benson was seen on his knees, holding his head in discomfort. "What the heck is this place?" Then he got up on his feet and started looking for Pam behind a corner. "Pam?" He walked into another room.

"Pam?" There was no sign of Pam in the room, so Benson walked into another one, where there were other rooms with experiments inside. He looked in Room 206 and saw a familiar brown-haired scientist, although, unbeknownst to him, the scientist had a thicker build. Benson knocks on the door. "Hey Pam!" But when the scientist turned around,

it wasn't Pam; the scientist had a green robotic eye and plenty of wrinkles on his face. Benson shouted in shock before he backed away from the door window, but then he heard the guards talking nearby. "So what would you do if we actually caught someone trespassing in here?" The orange-haired dome guard asked. "Oh man, I'd give them a crazy beating. They'd be like, "No, please, don't hurt me!" And I'd be like, "I have to, it's my job!" The Bald Dome Guard punches forward. "Whomp! Whomp! Whomp!" He said.

As they walked by, Benson was hiding in the vent before they could see him. He crawled through the vents while he was sweating, until he saw something bright through the vent grid. In another room was the security monitor room, where a dome guard was asleep on the job. Several screens showed the park guys and some of the scientists, he then saw that most of the screens were focusing on (Y/n). "No way...!" Something else caught his attention as he saw a certain scientist on one of the screens. "Pam!" Pam got startled from the sudden intrusion and accidentally shot out a laser from the android hand. The laser zapped Benson, covering him in ash, before he fell back on the floor. "Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh!" Luckily, Benson got right back up and pulled out the wings and ranch.

"I brought wings~!" Benson said. "Ohh! Benson, no way!" Pam said. They went to the anti-gravity room to start their date. "Come on." She took off her lab coat and laid it down on the floor, using it as a picnic blanket. "The perfect spot for a picnic." Pam said. Benson walks over to Pam. "It sure is." He sets wings down on the lab coat. "Now I wasn't sure what kind of wings you liked, so I got a little bit of everything." He said. Pam picks up a wing.

"Mmm... first non-dome food in three weeks." She eats her wing. "Mmm~! Oh my gosh. Mmm, this is amazing! Promise to sneak me a bucket of wings everyday?" She asked. Benson eyes widen; love-struck. "Yes. Yes, I will." He said. Benson and Pam laugh. "Oh! And I got ranch." Benson said. "Uh thanks, but I'm not really a fan." Pam said. Benson throws the ranch away. "Me neither. Get outta here, ranch!" He shouted. "Nobody likes you, ranch!" Pam shouted. "Go find a salad!"

They laughed again and they ate some more wings together. As they ate the wings, Pam playfully poked Benson's nose, covering it in wing sauce. She giggled and ran as Benson got up and went after her with a playful smile. Once he caught her, they looked in each other's eyes, smiling, before they saw wings floating in the air, meaning that there was anti-gravity in the room. Benson and Pam floated in the air as well and ate the floating wings. Pam took two wings and threw them at Benson, who was ready to catch them in his mouth, but instead they went straight for his eyes, blinding him with wing sauce.

Pam took Benson to the eye wash station and washed his eyes to get the wing sauce out. Benson threw two wings at Pam, catching her by surprise. Pam retaliated by throwing wings back at Benson while he blocked them. As they kept throwing wings at each other, having fun, Pam grabbed the Wing Kingdom bucket and scooped up all the wings Benson threw. Then she tossed them back to Benson, splattering him with wings and covering him with more wing sauce. Benson and Pam are now floating together in the air, covered in wing sauce.

"Benson, this has been the best lunch ever." Pam said. "Pam... there's something I want to say." Benson clears his throat. "What's that noise?" She asked. "I was just clearing my throat." Benson said. Pam points up. "No, that noise." The noise above was coming from a giant fan in the room, and Benson and Pam were floating towards it. They screamed and frantically tried to float away from the fan, but they kept floating up. "It's not working!!" Pam shouted.

"Grab something!" They went to the wall and attempted to hold on, but because of their hands covered in wing sauce, they slipped off the wall, and they continued to float towards the fan. "BENSON!!" Pam shouted. "PAM!!" Luckily Benson spotted a rail above the fan and grabbed onto it. "Pam!" Pam screamed as she floated closer to the fan, but thankfully Benson grabbed her hand and pulled her back to him. "Oh Pam... I'm so sorry for getting you into this mess. I just wanted to get you some hot wings, because... Because I really wanted to see you again." Benson said.

"Oh Benson, you know, my life is just work, work, work. And even though we're about to die in a horrific and entirely preventable death, I'm really glad I got to spend this time with you." Pam said. They smiled, gazing at each other's eyes. Then they leaned in for a kiss... until Benson belched in Pam's face. "Sorry! Sorry, I'm so... Wha?" Suddenly, he noticed that he started to float down, away from the fan. "The burp! Pam, you gotta burp!" Benson said.

Pam covers her mouth and burps quietly. "You gotta let it rip!" So Pam burped as well before she started floating down with Benson. "Nice!" Benson said. "It worked!" So with that, they kept belching and floating down, just like in Willy Wonka. "Best lunch ever." Pam said as she belches. "Except the fan." Benson said as he belches. Finally they landed back on the floor. "That was crazy!" Benson said. Pam hugs Benson. "Benson, you beautiful genius, you did it! You saved us!" Benson smiled with glee, until some slow clapping ruined the happy moment. The slow clapping came from Dr. Langer.

"Yes Benson, you're very smart." He said sarcastically. "Langer! Did you just see that?" Benson asked. "Oh no wait, I meant the other thing; you're very dumb! You didn't burp yourself to safety! Your ranch turned on this top secret anti-gravity machine! Look at this place!" Benson and Pam looked at the mess they made during their date. "I-I'm sorry, sir. We were having lunch, and it-it got out of hand." Pam said. "Lunch? Lu- Like a date?" Langer asked.

"Well, um..." Pam and Benson blush. "Yeah. Like a date." She said. "You told me that you were too busy to date! You know what? Forget it. I'm issuing a new policy effective immediately. There will be no dating test subjects in this dome!" Benson and Pam got disappointed at this, now that they could no longer date each other. "Both of you, report to the decontamination room, NOW!" Benson gets decontaminated by getting sprayed with a hose, which was held by some guy in a hazmat-like suit.

"HEY! Watch it! Not in the face!" He got on the floor as he kept getting sprayed with the hose. The guy turned the hose off for a second, leaving Benson to cry on the floor, before he turned the hose on again, spraying Benson once more. Later Benson gets thrown out of the second dome by the guards, before they throw the jacket in his face. Benson sadly walked away from the dome, dragging his jacket along with him. "I had a great time today." Pam said.

Benson sighs sadly. "Me too, memory of Pam." He said. Pam chuckles. "No Benson, over here." She said. "Huh?" He turned around and saw Pam waving at him behind the second dome. "Check your pocket." Pam said. Benson checks in his jacket pocket. "A wing!" He said. "I snuck one out for both of us." Pam said. "Aww, no way! Pam? Can we go out when this is all over?" Benson asked. Pam chuckles. "Of course, Benson." She said.

They took a bite of their wing, before they started laughing as Pam waved at Benson. Their laughter turned into silly guffaws while Pam slowly started to leave. When she was gone, Benson was the only one guffawing goofily, but he stopped when he heard three certain people laughing goofily as well. He turned around and saw (Y/n), Mordecai and Rigby sitting on the hill, laughing and eating popcorn. Benson turns red. "GET BACK TO WORK!!"