[N enters his house and enters his room. He enters his office room and gets out his camera.]
N: [Recording] Hey individuals who may or may not one day see this tape. Today is a somewhat a slow day. Once again Mordo and Rigbone, yes that is their nicknames, are pretending as if I am invisible. Don't blame them as by voice sounds like a scraping of a British recording. Norbert is attempting to no avail to get into the panties of a tree hugging liberal. Rocko is at his work, that leaves me alone on my own. I guess I'm used to it by now.
[At the Seven Eleven, Rocko is sitting at the front desk, doing his job at as a cashier when a group of robbers approach him.]
Rocko: Welcome to Seven Eleven. How can I help you?
Robber: [Points the gun at Rocko] Yeah, open the fuckin register you Australian shit!
Rocko: [Scared] Um, is this a joke or..........
Robber: Look into my eyes, do I look like I'm fucking kidding?
Rocko: Okay, okay, I'll just.........
Robber: Just do it!
[Mordecai and Rigby are walking through uptown Clare, passing the Seven Eleven not noticing the robbery taking place. Rigby notices the local Wendys has updated it's sign.]
Rigby: Huh, never noticed that before.
Mordecai: Hey, did N say something about Rocko getting a new job?
Rigby: I don't know. I barely understand a word he says.
Mordecai: [The robbers are seen in the background running away with the money. Rocko is seen exiting the store.] He did have ear surgery when he was little.
[Rocko walks up to them.]
Mordecai: Oh hey Rocko. We were just talking about you. How's the new job.
Rocko: [Shocked] Well, it's fine.
[At the lake, Tree Flower and Norbert are picking up trash.]
Tree Flower: Can you believe these conservative who just dump this shit in a public lake?
Norbert: No I cannot.
Tree Flower: So Norbert, we've known each other for a while and I was wondering if you would............
Norbert: [In his head] Oh yeah, she's totally asking me out.
Tree Flower: Are you going to that block on Elm Street?
Norbert: Wait, block party?
Tree Flower: Yeah, just heard about it yesterday.
Norbert: Um, sure.
Tree Flower: Great. See you there.
[Tree Flower goes to the other side of the lake.]
Norbert: Ah ya.
[Mordecai and Rigby are at examining the damage done by the robbers.]
Mordecai: Dude, your boss is going to kill you.
Rocko: Look at the bright side, no one got hurt.
Mordecai: Dude, are you kidding me? We have to report this.
Rocko: Alright, alright. I'll try to call someone. Find it pointless as the most damage was a open cash register and a fucking broken window but okay.
[A teenage boy approaches Rigby.]
Teenage Boy: Shit man, someone get robbed?
Rigby: Yes, my friend on his first day of work.
Teenage Boy: Well look man, I'm here sending out invites to the local block pary on Elm tonight.
Rigby: Block Party?
Teenage Boy: Yeah. They'll be like free beer and drugs and all that other shit we're told by the man could give us brain damage. Your invited because you seem hip.
Rigby: Wait, is the beer free?
Teenage Boy: Beer, drugs, sex, all free man.
Rigby: That sounds AWESOME.
Teenage Boy: Party starts at 9 but if you want to come early that's your bis man.
[The teenage boy gives Rigby a invite that details the block party. He then walks away. Rigby enters the Seven Eleven where Rocko is calling 911 with Mordecai watching.]
Rocko: [On the phone] Yes, they took everything in the register. Around 90 dollars in cash.
Rigby: Dudes, look at this.
Mordecai: Not right now, were calling the cops about the robbery.
Rigby: But dude, listen, there's going to be a block party on Elm Street tonight.
Mordecai: Really Rigby? You want us to stop focusing on this robbery of Rocko's work place for a fucking party?
Rigby: But this party has free liquor.
Mordecai: That...... actually sounds nice, but I still think this should come first.
Rocko: [On phone] Alright, by. [hangs up the phone.] Okay, they're sending someone.
Mordecai: It's alright dude. It could have happened to anyone.
Rigby: Yeah, It'll be alright man.
Rocko: [Sarcastically] Sure it will.
[N is at the a local superstore's parking lot, recording everything he sees.]
N: And here is the parking structure of this capitalist sezz pool. Why am I here? Because I'm boring as hell.
Mabel Pines: Hey N.
[N turns the camera to Mabel.]
N: Hey Mabel, what are you doing here?
Mabel: I don't know. Why are you recording alone? Did everyone else ignoring you again so you find the need to be a video recording loner of a rural town?
N: [Lie] Um, no.
[N sees Edd exiting the store. He is carrying a plastic bag filled with canned foods.]
N: [Running up towards Double D.] Hey Double D.
Edd: Um, hello N. Nice to see you are embracing your hobby.
Mabel: He's really just a bit upset by the people around him ignoring him for his monotone voice.
N: You know what, whats the point of hiding it? Yes, I hate my fucking voice.
Edd: Well thats nice to know N. I have to put this stuff away and.........
Mabel: By the way, did you guys hear about that block party on Elm Street tonight?
Edd: Block party?
N: I have.
Mabel: I'm looking forward to it. I think you should go N, it might help you get over your self loathing.
N: Know what, I will. What about you Double D?
Double D: I should go.
N: I understand.