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// Prologue 
// Story: Breakaway 
// by koolaidguy23 
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PROLOGUE
EXT. SCHOOL - BAKE FAIR - DAY

 (SUBTITLE)
Ten Years Ago, Junior Baker’s Fair, 2001

 (SUBTITLE) (CONT'D)
Regular Show Universe, a.k.a. Earth

Camera fades in at a young Rigby, the raccoon. Despite his young age, he is still 13 and is only slightly shorter than his current age. Then there's Jasmine, or "Jazz" the raccoon, who looks notably similar in size to Rigby except with long hair, a hairbow and a few female characteristics.
Scene cuts to Jazz sitting on a bench, chatting with the kid next to her, who had black straight hair matching a black leather jacket over a white T-shirt. His name is Zeke. Despite his sharp looks, he is still naive and immature like the rest of the class. Rigby confronts Jazz, holding a pink card with a heart on it behind his back.

RIGBY
(young, strainy version of his voice) Jazz! Jazz! Long time no see!

JAZZ
Oh hiya Rigby! (energetically) Say, aren't you gonna have the most super-fantastic time of your life?

RIGBY
Sure am, sis! See how much taller I've gotten?

JAZZ
Not really; no.

RIGBY
I think I grew like...a whole inch this year!

Zeke mutters to himself in the conversation.

ZEKE (TO JAZZ)
(flatly) And you grew like...a whole lot weirder this year.

RIGBY
Who's this jockie?

JAZZ
Oh this is Zeke. He's just a silly little friend of mine from music class.

A clock transition of the same scene reveals the surprisingly stronger progress Rigby has made since then. Unlike the others, who were making cookies and cupcakes, Rigby was the only one who baked a whole cake.

RIGBY
Hey Jazz! Jazz! Look at my cake! Look at mine!

Camera pans to Jazz, who had her back turned to Zeke.

JAZZ
Hey Zeke! What do you think of my super awesome sweet cupcake?

ZEKE (TO JAZZ)
It's beautiful. Just. Like. You.

The whole table exaggeratedly baws in the adorableness of what he just said.

RIGBY
Yeah well look at my cake! It's got layers of vanilla, chocolate, and ice cream on the top, with chocolate pudding in between!

Zeke cracks his dry humor by repeating the exact same quotes to Rigby with the exact same tone.

ZEKE (TO RIGBY)
It's beautiful. Just. Like. You.

The crowd laughs. When it settles down, Zeke continues chatting to Jazz.

ZEKE (CONT'D)
Hey Jazz! (opens his wallet) I have two tickets to tonight's Rock-A-Thon. Wanna go?

While Rigby was already concentrating on making an artsy icing design, Zeke's request was easily enough to catch Rigby's eye, despite his short attention span.

Jazz completely pauses from her design.

JAZZ
(Gasps) Oh my gosh you did? Pretty please let me go! C'mon c'mon c'mon c'mon! 

Shaking him by his jacket sleeve, Jazz was making a face reforming grin that Zeke just couldn't let down.

ZEKE
Well I guess we can hang out for a little before we go.

JAZZ
Yes! See ya around, Rigby!

Both of them step from their seats and abandon the Bake Fair along with their partially completed recipe. The camera pans back to Rigby, whose mouth was agape from his nerved reaction while his hand squeezed the tube of icing to finish the hedgy ring atop his sweet masterpiece.
Cutting to Rigby's perspective, he lifts the back of the cake to angle it to his face, revealing his artwork. Painted white, a pink icing heart backgrounded a white silhouette of Rigby and Jazz holding hands to accompany the quote underneath it. "I like you."

Panning to the left shows his hand crafted card. Though he is the one who made the card, he picks it up and rereads what he wrote. It reads "Will you go out with me?"

After closing his card, the scene cuts back to a close-up of himself again. Visually enraged, Rigby gives into his stubborn and arrogant self again and lets his dejection get the best of him.

RIGBY
(Grunts) Uggghhh. What's the point?

Upon this quote, he tucks his hands underneath the cake, and fully out of self-intentions, he tips over the cake to destroy his whole afternoon's work as if he signed Jazz out of the girls of his interest. Cut to black exactly when the cake splats on the table.

END OF PROLOGUE