It was near closingtime in the city, and a white cart drove off from the local pastry store. At the wheel was Mordecai, as pretty much usual.
Placed next to him in the passenger's seat lied a considerably sized box, covered in whimsical print. Quite likely filled with a sweet treat.
And in the backseat recided Skips, who not very often joined Mordecai on these cart-trips, if ever at all.
That was Rigby's "job". Or used to be, as Rigby had new priorities these days, with Eileen and his first offspring.

"Y'know...", Mordecai started, "If Rigby was here, something bad would have already happened to this cake!", he grinned.

"I bet!", Skips responded. "It would be like Maellard's surprise party all over again..."

As Skips said this, Mordecai heard soft carving-noises coming from the yeti's direction. At a save moment he turned his head to look at what caused the sound. His co-worker appeared to be carving a small object out of a piece of wood.

"Trying out a new hobby?", the jay poked fun at him.

"Just makin' something for ... precautions"

Mordecai wasn't sure how to feel about the ominous way Skips pronounced 'precautions' after that dramatic pause.


Arriving at the park, Mordecai carried the ornately patterned box into the garage, placing it on the table, among colorful plastic cups, one-use-plates and -cuttlery, and other items that indicated someone was having a birthday party.

"It's been two years already, huh", Mordecai sighed with tenderness in his voice. "You think... Benson would mind if we took a little peek at this cake?", he asked his yeti colleague.

"Go ahead and open it!", Skips assured him. "I gotta add something to it anyhow."

Mordecai shot a curious look at him, before lifting the top off the cake box.
Inside was a spectacular looking cake; decorated with mini macrons, rainbow-colored sprinkles, fondant trinkets, and dripping with melted chocolate. And on top, the words "Happy Birthday Stella". This cake most likely did not come cheap. But everyone in the park knew Benson was no cheapskate when it came to his daughter.

"Now that's a cake...", the jaybird marveled. But then Skips planted something into the cake's top tier. Something that stood out like a sore thumb; the small object he was carving earlier.

"Dude! What are you doing?", Mordecai asked as though he felt personally insulted. "You're messing up a perfectly good cake!"

"It's the birthday candle!", Skips replied.

"Eugh... It's ugly as -"

"Stella has to blow out this candle on her birthday tomorrow!" Skips sternly interrupted Mordecai. "Trust me on this..."

Mordecai understood the yeti meant business, and asked no further.
The cake box was carefully closed and safely left in the garage, as the two parkworkers locked up and left.
Tomorrow was going to be a special day, for sure.