Little Firefly (a Regular Show fanfic)

"Hannah? Where are you?" Mordecai called from the kitchen as he came in the back door. "In the living room," I called back. I heard Mordecai and Rigby come into the living room, where I sat on the couch, on my laptop. "Hey, Hannah." Rigby greeted, jumping over the back of the couch and landing on the clean, white cushions. "Hi." I greeted dully as I clicked away on the keyboard. "Hannah, you spend all day on that thing ever since you got it." He commented. "Ya," Mordecai agreed, "You've gotten boring."
"Shut up! I have not." I protested. "Ya-huh." Mordecai said, going around the couch and taking the other seat next to me. "Nuh-uh." I said, closing the laptop. Mordecai smiled as I closed it and suggested, "Whatever, Hannah. You guys wanna go to the arcade?" "Ya-yuh!" Rigby yelled. "No, guys, we can't. Benson's got us on trash duty today, remember?" The guys paused a minute as they remembered, then did their signature, "Ugh!"
"Man, I don't wanna spend my Saturday picking up trash! I wanna go to the arcade!" Rigby complained, "How 'bout you go ask Benson if we can have a day off, Hannah? He likes you best." I shook my head, "No good, Rigby. He's not gonna give us a day off, I already asked him yesterday." They 'Ugh!'-ed again. We were silent for a moment as we considered ways to get out of work. "Wanna just bail?" Mordecai suggested. Me and Rigby thought for a second, then mumbled our agreements. We stood up to leave the house, then, surprise-surprise, Benson walked in. "Where are you three going?" He asked, glaring at us sternly. "Oh, uh, Benson! We were just, uh, just-" Mordecai began, rapidly trying to come up with a lie. "We were going to the shed to get the trash bags." I ad-libbed smoothly. Benson narrowed his eyes, trying to detect any deceptive look in my eyes, but I didn't break. "Fine." He said finally, "But you'd better hurry up with trash duty, 'cause I gotta whole list of stuff I need you to do today. Mr. Maelard is coming over today for inspection. I need this place spic-and-span before he gets here." "Aw, what?!" Mordecai exclaimed, "But it's Saturday!"
"I don't care. You need to get your jobs done before Mr. Maelard gets here, because if I get a bad review from him, you three ARE FIRED!!" He yelled, then stalked away without another word. This time, all three of us "Ugh!"-ed.
Maybe I should explain what I look like. I look almost exactly like my BFF Margeret, except I have light pink feathers. I usually wore my blue tank top and khaki shorts, along with a pair of white sandals.
In the next fifteen minutes, the three of us, Mordecai, Rigby, and I were outside, getting trash bags. "This is lame!" Rigby exclaimed, taking a bag. "I know, this sucks!" I agreed, grabbing my own trash bag. "Well, the sooner we get this done, the sooner we get to go to the arcade." Mordecai said, grabbing the last bag. "Let's get this over with." I mumbled, and the three of us left the shed, and went to the last available cart. When we were a yard or two away from it, we heard a voice sneer from behind us, "Don't even think about it, losers!" Oh no. Muscleman. We spun around, and I yelled to him, "Stuff it, Muscleman, we get the cart!" "No way, I'm not lettin' a chick take me and Five's cart!" He retorted, and we heard the cart roar to life behind us. Spinning again, we saw High-Five Ghost, or just Fives, in the drivers seat. "Aw, what?" Rigby exclaimed. Muscleman rushed past us, pushing me over, and hopped into the cart passenger seat. He and Fives traded places, so Muscleman was driving, and then they sped off, Muscleman yelling as he did, "Whooooo!"
"I hate that guy!" Rigby said, then turned to face Mordecai and me. Mordecai helped me up, and I brushed myself off. Meanwhile, Rigby was laughing his butt off. "Shut it, Rigby!" Mordecai yelled. He continued to laugh, managing to spray out, "Hannah and Mordecai are in LOVE!"