Uh!
Come on! You know that's not the way you're supposed to do it!
Well, this way is totally faster.
Yeah, cuts the time in half.
But you're actually cutting it in half, you idiots!
Oh, and great!
- You managed to break the saw in the process!
Now we're gonna have to buy a new one!
What are you guys doing?
Soda? You can't use soda!
Yeah, but the hose...
Oh, what? It's too hard to get
the hose off the shed?
Unbelievable!
Well, at least it's diet.
Nobody drinks that.
Not only did you guys ruin the hose...
Okay, men, this is the hour of our prominence.
On my signal, charge!
Wahhhh!
You've got to be kidding me!
Give me that! What is this, sandpaper!
You're scratching up the whole thing.
Benson...
Would you come see me for a moment, please?
Ohhh...
Somebody's busted!
Oh, grow up.
What is it, Pops?
I'm in the middle of something.
Have a seat.
Do you know why I called you in here?
Did you lose the colonel again?
Try under your hat.
It's a problem concerning Mordecai and Rigby.
What else is new?
Don't worry, Pops. I'll take care of it.
Then we understand each other?
Absolutely.
I've already warned them,
one more screw-up and they're both fired.
But, Benson, I was referring to you.
What?
I'd like you to stop yelling at Mordecai and Rigby.
You're kidding.
Quite the opposite.
It's too negative and bad for morale.
What morale?
Those slackers never do anything
unless you yell at them.
There's never a reason to yell at anyone.
They give me a million reasons every day.
You just want me to be nice to them?
You don't have to be nice... just don't yell.
Listen, Pops, I appreciate the concern,
but I know how to do my job.
Benson, I think it's clear
that my father puts me in-charge of running the park
when he's not around, right?
Yes, but...
And that means you must do what I say?
- Technically, but I... - And I am ordering you
to stop yelling at Mordecai and Rigby.
- Pops... - Understood?
Understood.
So, what did Pops want?
Noth...
You guys are still not...
Guys are still not done...
What? You told us to take it nice and easy.
Yeah, I get it now.
It takes time to do things right.
You rush, you make mistakes.
That's not the point
I was trying to make.
And then we started thinkin',
why clean something, anyways?
Dirt is a natural thing.
It's like part of life, you know.
Yeah, and, like, what is a hose?
Ho-o-o-o-o-o-se.
Ho-o-o-o-se.
Ho-o-o-o-se?
Ho-o-o-o-se.
Yeah, exactly.
But when you turn it on...
- Sorry. - Get out of my sight!
Benson, what did we just discuss?
Yeah, but come on, Pops.
They were totally...
Benson, I'm serious about this issue.
Now, if you yell at them again,
I'm going to have to write you up.
Okay, okay.
I'll try to get it under control.
"Recite a personal mantra."
"Omm"?
What does that even mean?
- Next!
Oh! Hello, friend.
- I'm Fitch Munderson.
And this is Kimmy.
Okay, where's this going?
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Nope.
Ugh! Come on! Close!
Omm, omm, omm, omm...
Omm... Omm...
Huh. I guess it works.
Hey, Benson. Have you seen the keys to the car?
- Omm, omm... - We can't find them anywhere.
- Uh-oh.
Omm...
Whoo! Yee-haw!
Never mind.
I think I know where they are.
Aah!
Benson! I warned you!
Pops, you're writing me up?
You know what happens next, don't you?
Of course...
Verbal warning, write-up, fired.
But you wouldn't fire me, Pops.
I'll do what I must.
What? Pops, you can't take this job away from me!
It's all I have!
I'm sorry, Benson.
If you yell at Mordecai and Rigby again,
I'll be forced to fire you.
Geez, Benson.
- Try counting to 10. - Grrr!
Better make it 100.
One, two...
seven, eight, nine...
seventy-five...
seventy-six...
seventy-seven...
Oh. Hey, Benson. What's up?
We're finally painting the shed.
Seventy-eight, 79, 80, 81...
Dude, what's he doing?
I don't know,
but what do you think he'll do
when he gets to 100?
Eighty-eight, 89, 90...
Ninety-seven, 98, 99...
The key to managing your anger is control.
For example, one should never yell,
even if it's to pass the salt.
Pass the salt, please?
Quiet!
Benson has something he wants to say!
- Um... pass... - Look here, son!
You're never gonna get anything in this life
if you don't yell for it!
Pass... Pass the salt!
Attaboy!
Benson! You're fired!
No!
Unh!
Keep it together, Benson.
You still got a whole day of work left.
Hey, buddy, are you okay?
I'm fine! Fine!
Almost the record. Almost the record!
Oof!
Not quite the record.
Benson.
Uh... Look, we're sorry, man.
No.
Aw, man. Here it comes.
I'm not gonna yell.
Aww, ye-a-ah!
S-weet!
I'm not...
gonna...
yell...
- Whoa, Benson, are you o...
What the...
- What happened? - I don't know!
Benson saw us crash the cart,
and instead of laying into us, he said he wasn't gonna yell!
And then he turned into that!
He's holding all of his anger in.
Why would he do that?
- Because of me! What?
I told him that if he didn't stop
yelling at you two,
I would fire him.
Pops, you can't do that.
But I am technically his boss.
Pops, you can't make him bottle up his anger like that.
You gotta get him to yell at you guys.
Not a problem.
Hey, Benson!
You're a sorry excuse for a manager!
Yeah, you nasal-voiced loser-loner!
Go back to night school
and learn how to have a personality!
And guess what!
We're the ones who keep sending
pizzas to your apartment!
And we're the ones who switched
the detergent with coffee.
Dude! It's just making it worse!
Pops, you have to tell Benson it's okay to yell at us!
I can't!
There's never a reason to yell at people!
Pops! Look around!
The park is disintegrating, and Benson's gonna explode!
Pops! Do something!
Benson, I need you to yell
at Mordecai and Rigby!
But if I yell, you'll fire me.
Forget what I said, Benson!
If you don't yell
at Mordecai and Rigby right now,
you're fired!
Argh!
You lazy no-good slackers drive me nuts!
Can't you just listen to me once
in your worthless lives?
'Cause if you did, you'd see
I'm trying to teach you some simple responsibility,
some pride in doing a job well done!
But you wouldn't know a job well done
if you paid someone to do it for you.
And even then, you'd screw it all up
on the account that you can't even follow
the simplest of instructions,
worrying more about looking cool
than doing your job!
Benson!
Benson, are you all right?
Yeah, I'm fine.
Sorry things got so out of control, Pops.
It was my mistake.
From now on, I'll leave park managing
to the park manager.
Though, I do wish you wouldn't yell
at Mordecai and Rigby so much.
Let me give it a shot.
Hey, Mordecai and Rigby.
Clean this mess up, or you're fired.
What?
- What are they laughing at? - What?