"Don't worry, dude. We'll get Skips to help us out. I'm sure he'll know what to do."
"Yeah, good idea."
Mordecai picked up his half-inch best friend and carefully carried him down the stairs and outside into the park. After a minute or two of walking through the pouring rain, they came to the garage that the yeti called home.
"So that's why we came to you, Skips. We thought maybe you might know a way to change Rigby back."
"Nope."
"What do you mean 'Nope'!?"
"I mean 'Nope'--there's nothing I can do. I've never seen this before.
"What?"
"That's right. Never seen anything like this before. I suggest you retrace your steps, you know, figure out when and where things went wrong. Try to remember everything that happened before you turned out like this."
Afterward, Mordecai and Rigby returned to the house and sat on the couch to think through the day's events.
"I'm telling you, man. It was that coffee!"
"Ugh! Will you please knock it off with that coffee crap?"
"Well, what other leads do we have, man? All I know is, I drank the coffee, my stomach started hurting, and when I woke up, I was like this!"
Mordecai couldn't argue with the raccoon's logic. He knew there was a good chance the coffee caused Rigby's sudden shrinking, but he didn't want to admit it. He didn't know how he could bring himself to ask Margaret about it. She made coffee for them everyday--he'd feel bad accusing her of brewing a scientific abomination. Eventually though, he conceded.
"All right, dude. We'll go to the coffee shop."
"Finally! Let's go."
Mordecai picked Rigby up again and walked out into the rain...
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