Rigby enters The Coffee Shop and is carrying a big box. "Dudes! Check it out, man! They're here!" Rigby said. "What's here?" Mordecai asked. "Our fake band t-Shirts that we ordered from that site last night." Rigby said. "What?" (Y/n) asked. "Last night, I asked you both if you wanted to be in a band and you said..."

~flashback~

(Y/n), Mordecai and Rigby are pounding sodas at the computer. "Yes, I wanna be in a band with you. " Mordecai said. "Me too, sounds cool." (Y/n) said. "Alright, but we gotta have a cool band name. What do you think of "Cool Dudes"?" Mordecai asked. "Um, did you forget I'm part of the group?" (Y/n) asked. "Oh, yeah. Um..." ""Face Punch." Rigby said. ""Rad 'N' Subtract." Mordecai said. "Helicopter Crash." (Y/n) said. "What about Cash Stash"? Mordecai asked. "That's it! That's it!" Rigby said. "Order the shirts! Order the shirts!" (Y/n) said.

~present~

(Y/n) face palms. "Aw man! I can't believe I said that! Your idiocy must be rubbing off on me." (Y/n) mumbled. But luckily for her, neither of them seemed to have heard that. "Oh yeah, T-Shirts." Mordecai said. "Check it out. Bam!" Rigby pulls out a "(Y/n), Mordecai and the Rigbys" t-shirt. "(Y/n), Mordecai and the Rigbys? What happened to Cash Stash?" Mordecai asked. "I changed it. Awesome, right?" Rigby throws a t-shirt at Mordecai, then at (Y/n). "But that's just our names. We aren't really going to wear these around, are we?" (Y/n) asked. Rigby puts on the shirt and (Y/n) looks at him disapprovingly.

Sam suddenly walks up. "Woah, rad shirts! What are those for?" He asked. "They're for our band." Rigby said, (Y/n)'s eyes widen and she slaps him for lying. "Ow!" Rigby glares at her as he rubs his arm. "You guys are in a band? "(Y/n), Mordecai and the Rigbys"? That's so cool." He said. "No, no, no, we're not in a band, heh..." (Y/n) said. "So, what, it's some sort of fake band?" Sam asked skeptically. "No, it's a real band, but just... not a big deal, you know?" (Y/n) asked. Sam gasps. "Your band should play the open mic tomorrow night." He hands (Y/n), Mordecai and Rigby a flyer. "Yeah, for sure, uh... totally." (Y/n) said. "Awesome. I can't wait to see you guys play. Well, I guess I'll see you then. He walks away and Mordecai and Rigby glare at (Y/n) who chuckles nervously. "What was that for (Y/n)?

Uncool! First you hit me for lying to him, then go and do it yourself you big hypocrite!" Rigby snapped. "Okay, first of all, you're one to talk when it comes to being a hypocrite, Rigby. And secondly, I don't know what happened! I just didn't want him to think we had a stupid fake band!" She shouted, glaring at Rigby. "Well congratulations, he doesn't now." Mordecai snapped. (Y/n) crosses her arms with a huff. "What is with you two? Why do you always act so childish whenever he's involved?" She asked, glaring at her best friends as they glared back.

"Childish? You're the one who just lied to him just to impress him!" Rigby snapped. "Yeah, (Y/n). We're not childish, okay? We just don't like the guy." Mordecai said. "Why?" (Y/n) asked. "We have our reasons." Rigby said. "Care to tell me what they are?" (Y/n) asked. "Nope." Rigby looks away from her. (Y/n) just rolls her eyes. "See? Childish." Rigby turns around and glares at her. "Why you...!" This is when Mordecai steps in and gets in between them, holding Rigby back from attacking her as she sticks her tongue out at him. "Guys, stop fighting!" He scolded. "But now we gotta play that open mic tomorrow!" Rigby shouted. "OK, OK, we can totally do this. We just gotta learn one song by tomorrow night." (Y/n) said. "One song?" Rigby asked her.

"One song." She replied. Later, Inside the garage, (Y/n), Mordecai and Rigby turn on their amps, and are shown wielding guitars. "Ready?" Mordecai asked. "Shreddy." Rigby said, and (Y/n) chuckles. "One, two, three, four!" Mordecai said. They fumble aimlessly at the strings, producing distorted noise, and (Y/n) cringes. "OK, stop, stop. We need help." She said. In Pops' room, Pops is playing a beautiful tune on the harpsichord. "A two-man ensemble? What a charming idea!" He said. "How'd you learn to be so good, Pops?" Mordecai asked. "Ah-ha!" Pops rises from the harpsichord bench and pulls out some records from inside. The first is 'How to be a Musician' by 'Sir Geoffrey' "Throw these records on the old talking machine and you'll be ready for your open mic in no time!" He said. "Agh, you know about the open mic night?" (Y/n) asked.

"Yes, everybody knows about it. We're all going to be there!" Pops said. "Augh!" The trio said. Back at the garage. Rigby places the first record on an old-time gramaphone. "Wait. If we're gonna learn this in time, then you gotta take this seriously." Rigby said. "What?" Mordecai asked. "What's that supposed to mean?" (Y/n) asked. "Put on the shirts." Rigby said. "Fine." Mordecai and (Y/n) both put their shirts on. "Play the record." (Y/n) said. Rigby winds up the gramaphone and places the needle. A scratchy recording is heard. "So, you want to become a musician? Bravo! Now, what is the first thing all good musicians require?" The voice asked. "Talent?"

Mordecai asked. "Yes! Good personal hygiene is the key to becoming a successful gentleman musician!" He replied. "What?! What does that have anything to do with being a musician?" (Y/n) asked in disbelief. "Augh, this is gonna take like ten years!" Mordecai said. "Yeah, and there's still two more after this one!" Rigby holds up the remaining two records. "There's gotta be a faster way." Mordecai said. "Yeah, this is never gonna work." (Y/n) agreed. "... all washed up? Good! Now just locate your..." "All three at once?" Rigby asked. Rigby and Mordecai set three records. Sir Geoffrey talks over himself as they strum badly at their guitars once again.

".. one, two, three... A minor seventh... Harmonic can be tapped..." (Y/n) cringes and covers her ears. "Dudes, this isn't working! I can't understand anything!" Rigby said. "No sh*t, Rigby! What did you think was going to happen?" (Y/n) snapped. "Dude, we gotta keep going. Do you wanna look like an idiot at the open mic?" Mordecai shoves Rigby, who backs into an amp, knocking an opened soda can onto the floor. The soda flows over to power strip on the floor, causing a small electrical fire and plenty of sparks. The power strip explodes, and a bolt of yellow energy flows up through the cables into the gramaphone needles. The gramaphones shoot yellow power through the room and onto the ceiling as (Y/n), Mordecai and Rigby scream. Suddenly the room goes black.

"What just happened?" (Y/n) asked. The light re-appears and the room glows yellow, buzzing. "Guys, what's happening?!" (Y/n) asked. "We don't know!" Mordecai and Rigby shouted. The gramaphones levitate into mid air, focus their power into a central ball, spin around, then shoot a focused beam onto the floor. Stylised silhouettes of (Y/n), Mordecai and Rigby appear. The new Mordecai's arm, clad in red, reaches out, and presents (Y/n), Mordecai and Rigby's guitars float away towards the new trio. "Whoa!" The trio said. The future (Y/n), Mordecai and Rigby launch into superb guitar solos. Future Mordecai has a goatee and shades, and is dressed somewhat like Michael Jackson; future Rigby has shaved most of his tail, is wearing a flannel shirt and shades, skin-tight black pants, brown boots, and has a pencil thin mustache. future (Y/n) looked somewhat the same but had her hair up and had tattoos on her arms.

"Woooaaah..." the trio said. "Dudes, who are you guys?" Mordecai asked. "We're (Y/n), Mordecai and Rigby. Who the blazes are you?" Future Mordecai asked. "Uhh..." Mordecai said. "Um, I think you're confused. You can't be (Y/n), Mordecai and Rigby because we're (Y/n), Mordecai and Rigby." (Y/n) said as she points to herself, then her best friends. "Hah! Just kiddin'. We know who you three are. Coz we're you in ten years!" Future Mordecai. "Wait, what?!" (Y/n) asked. "You don't know it yet, but this is the moment where we teach you how to rock!" Future Rigby makes metal sign with right hand. "I must be dreaming." (Y/n) said. Rigby reaches over and pinches her. "Ow!" She glares at him. "Dude!" She shouted angrily. "Did that hurt?"

He asked, smirking. "Yeah!" She said, rubbing her arm. "Then this is all real." Rigby said, and she rolls her eyes. "Dudes, this is perfect!" Mordecai said. "Wait, wait. We suck, and if you're us, doesn't that mean you suck too?" Rigby asked the future trio. "Didn't you just hear us play?" Future (Y/n) asked. "Yeah, it was a few seconds ago." (Y/n) said. "Yeah, we're super-successful musicians in the future." Future Rigby said. "Yeah, look at us, dude! We're wearing sunglasses!" Mordecai said. "Our future's so bright, we gotta wear shades." Future Mordecai said,

and (Y/n) scoffs as she thought that was a rather stupid remark. "Awesome! Oh, hey, in the future, do we get that thing we always wanted?" Rigby asked. "Oh, we got it." Future Rigby pulls up shirt to reveal a biting shark tattoo on his armpit, which bites when he moves his arm. "Awesome!" Rigby said. "Oh, hey, in the future, do I get to go out with Sam?" (Y/n) asked, and her best friends both glare at her for the question, and the future trio snicker at the scene. "Huh! I wouldn't wanna ruin the surprise." Future (Y/n) said. "Aww." She said, and Mordecai and Rigby snicker. "Look. We promise we'll get you ready for tomorrow night's gig if you're willing to put in the work."

Future Mordecai said. "Yeah, whatever it takes." Mordecai said. "We said the same thing ten years ago." Future Rigby said. "Duh..." (Y/n) rolls her eyes. "Awesome!" Mordecai and Rigby said. "Let's rock!" Future (Y/n) said. The future (Y/n), Mordecai and Rigby teach the present (Y/n), Mordecai and Rigby all about rock moves and stances. They don't teach them at any time how to actually play an instrument - they practice on brooms and try on new clothes, struggling to walk in their skin-tight pants. Future (Y/n), Mordecai and Rigby sit on the amps applauding their old selves. "That's it. You're ready!" Future (Y/n) said.

"What?" The trio asked. "But we never learned how to play!" Mordecai said. "We haven't even picked up a guitar." (Y/n) said. "Come on, we got the look, we've got the moves down, I know the lyrics backwards and forwards. Just teach us how to play!" Mordecai said. "Woah, woah, woah! Don't worry. You know enough. You're gonna be fine. Besides, it's too late to teach you anything else. Gig's in 20 minutes." His future self replied. "We're screwed." (Y/n) said. At the coffee shop exterior, an excited crowd is going inside. In the coffee shop Angel plays a solo piece to wild acclaim. Benson, Skips and Pops enter and take seats. .. "You're my sweet little baby, and I think I might be crazy for you..." she sung. "I can't believe they're gonna play tonight.

Those two slackers have never even picked up an instrument. And I doubt (Y/n) has either. This is gonna be a trainwreck." Benson said. "Woo, I love trains!" Pops said. "Way to be supportive, Benson." (Y/n) mumbles quietly to herself. "... my sweet little baby, and I think I might be crazy for you." The song ends to wild applause. (Y/n), Rigby and Mordecai watch from behind a curtain.

"Dang!" Rigby said. "Uh huh." (Y/n) agreed. "Yeah." Mordecai walks backstage, holding his stomach and groaning. Rigby picks up a box. "Should I hand out the last of the t-shirts?" Rigby asked. "You brought the t-shirts?" Mordecai asked. "Yeah, for the fans." Rigby said. "Rigby, we don't even have any fans." (Y/n) grabs the box of t-shirts. Sam enters from through the curtain. "Oh, wow! You guys look like rock stars. Hey, can I have one of those?" He asked.

"Uh, yeah..." (Y/n) chuckles nervously. "Here's a small." She hands him one. Mordecai and Rigby look at each other before looking away from (Y/n)'s crush, both had their arms crossed as they looked down. Sam struggles to pull on the shirt. (Y/n) watches slack-jawed and drops the box. She also could have sworn that she heard Rigby growl slightly. Eventually he manages to get the shirt on.

"How do I look?" Sam asked (Y/n). "Amazing." She said. "I can hand these out for you guys. Get everyone pumped for the closing act." He replied. "Closing act?" The trio asked. "Yeah, save the best for last. Well, break a leg, guys. I can't wait." He walks away. "And finally, give it up for (Y/n), Mordecai and the Rigbys! Yeah, come on!" The announcer said. The Future (Y/n), Mordecai and Rigby enter the dressing room. "Sorry we're late." Future (Y/n) said. "Where've you guys been?" Mordecai asked. "We had to get you these."

Future (Y/n) holds up glowing guitar picks with a lightning motif. "Picks?! But we still don't even know how to play!" (Y/n) panicked. "Just go out there, you'll be great. Just like we were ten years ago." Future Mordecai said. "But..." Mordecai said. Future Mordecai shoves the trio through the curtain. "Crowd's waitin'! Go on!" He said. (Y/n), Mordecai and Rigby appear next to the stage. The crowd, dressed in the t-shirts, cheers for them. They take to the stage under the 'OPEN MIC NIGHT' banner.

They put on their guitars and plug them into the amps as Mordecai takes the mic. "Uh..." (Y/n) said. Muscle Man is at the back of the crowd, standing on his chair and waving his shirt above his head. "Come on, ladies, play us a tasty lick!" (Y/n) cringes at that. She, Mordecai and Rigby look at each other helplessly. Future Rigby motions to Rigby to strum his guitar. Rigby does so and a perfect chord comes out. (Y/n) and Mordecai do the same, then they both launch into brilliant lead guitar parts. "Holy crap!" Benson shouted. Mordecai starts to sing the song. "

Your eyes starin' into my eyes, who am I but a guy with two eyes on the prize, and the prize in my eyes is ten times the surprise in your eyes as I kiss you goodnight. / The smile is the fire that lights my soul, gonna remember it until I grow old, cause life's too short, we've gotta do things right, so baby let's just party toni-ight. / Baby, let's just party toni-ight.

More solos follow, but Mordecai drops his pick. Struggling to lift it up, he hears his guitar part still playing, and his singing part still going, even though he's away from the mic. His guitar, he sees, is plugged into the amp, but the amp isn't plugged into anything. (Y/n) notices this and stops playing. "Rigby!" She shouted. Rigby is still rocking out. The crowd cheers as Mordecai waves his arms to stop them. "No! Augh!" (Y/n) sees a CD player at the side of the stage. Future (Y/n), Mordecai and Rigby wave and play air-guitar. (Y/n) rushes over and turns off the CD, and the crowd falls silent but for a few calls of "What?" "Uhuh! Yeah! Yeah, baby!" Rigby said,

still playing the unplugged electric guitar, badly. "You can stop now." (Y/n) told him. The crowd boos and heckles. "Wait, wait. I can explain, I can explain! We were lip-synching." Mordecai said, the crowd boos again. Many throw their t-shirts onto the stage in disgust. "Hey, look, I don't blame you. We thought we could just order some t-shirts and pass ourselves off as a band. But it turns out, playing music's really hard to do. We just got caught up in the dream, man.

And just for a little while, it was real. But that's over. And lip-synching's not cool. So we're breaking up the band." (Y/n) said. Future (Y/n) runs onstage with Future Rigby and Future Mordecai. "Why'd you stop? It was going great." Future (Y/n) said. "You tricked us into lip-synching!" Mordecai snapped. "Look. We've become rich and famous because of lip-synching. Don't you wanna be a part of that?" Future Mordecai asked.

"Be part of what? Lying to everyone for a living?" (Y/n) snapped. "Yeah, that's lame! You may be me, but that's not the me I wanna be." Mordecai said. "Me neither!" Rigby agreed. "(Y/n), Mordecai and the Rigbys is over." The three take off their t-shirts. Future (Y/n), Mordecai and Future Rigby begin to fade from view. "Woah, woah!" The future trio panic. "OK, dude. Think about what you're doing."Future Mordecai said. "Yeah, stop, man!" Future Rigby said. "If you break up the band, what are we gonna do in the future?" Future (Y/n) asked. "I wouldn't wanna ruin the surprise." (Y/n) starts to rip her t-shirt. "Nooo!" The future trio shouted.

The t-shirt rips in two. Future (Y/n), Mordecai and Future Rigby explode in a ball of white light, dazzling the crowd. After a moment of shocked silence, Benson rises to his feet and claps. Slowly the rest of the crowd joins in and (Y/n) smiles. She then turns to smile at her best friends and they smile back. "Yeah-heah! Alright!" Benson cheers. The crowd cheers more. "I don't know why you thought this open mic would be embarrassing. This is awesome!" Rigby said.

"(Y/n)! (Y/n)!" Sam said, waving through the crowd. (Y/n) waves back and fights through the crowd to get to him. "Sam! Sam! Sam!" She shouted. "(Y/n)!" He shouted. "Sam!" She shouted as they ran to each other. "That was pretty cool, what you said up there." He said. "Thanks, Sam." (Y/n) said. "Oh, hey, have you met my new girlfriend?" He asked. (Y/n) looks stunned. "C'mon, babe. We don't wanna be late for our... dinner reserva-ations." His girlfriend said. "Oh, yeah. See you, guys!" Sam said. (Y/n), Mordecai and Rigby stand alone and Rigby laughs. "I guess you should have just kept lip-synching, huh?" He asked, and (Y/n) punched him. "OW!"