(Episode begins with Huge Head hiding in the bushes the park.)
Huge Head: You stole my name, Pops, and it won't be over until I get my revenge! (Chuckling evilly) (The camera pans over to the guys sitting down while Benson is seen messing with some sweets.)
Rigby: Hey Benson, what's with the fancy spread?
Benson: Mr. Maellard said he needed to give an announcement this morning. (Turns toward the others.) You know, you all could learn a thing or two about boss appreciation...
(Suddenly, Mr. Maellard's limo crashes through the sweets and Mr. Maellard steps out of his limo.)
Benson: (Sighs and facepalms) Mr. Maellard! How nice of you to visit us today.
Mr. Maellard: No time for bollocking Benson. Take a seat. (Benson does so) As you all aware: Park attendance has been declining for years. With no visitors, I'm basically just paying you boys to babysit Pops at this point.
Pops: And they're doing a bang up job.
Mr. Maellard: With that in mind, I've decided to shut down the park.
[Everyone starts complaining.]
Mordecai: No visitors? Well, what about, uh, that guy?
[Everyone looks at Huge Head]
Huge Head: Wait, not yet!
Mr. Maellard: One ugly guy, plotting revenge on my son for the last four years isn't enough to keep the park open. You guys all had a good run, but I'm afraid you're all fired. Now, if you'll excuse me, I gotta go rig a yacht race.
[Mr. Maellard begins to walk back to his limo, it begins to drive away]
Benson: Wait! Mr. Maellard!
[Limo stops as Benson holds onto the car door]
Mr. Maellard: Benson, get a hold of yourself.
Benson: Please, just give us one more shot. It's all I've got (groans)
Mr. Maellard: Uuuuugghh, oh geez. Look, it'll take a week for the paperwork to go through, but if you could get attendance up, I might reconsider. (Benson grins) But, I'm talking about real Park visitors, not a bunch of weirdos hiding out in the bushes.
Benson: Thank you Mr. Maellard! (Car window starts to close) Thank you so much!
Mr. Maellard: (annoyed) One week Benson. (Limo quickly drives away, causing Benson to lose his balance and falling on his back)
Benson: '(Weakly) ...Thank you Mr. Maellard.