Regular Show Season 1-8 Dvd May 2026

Before Adventure Time dove fully into the apocalypse and before Steven Universe made us cry over space rocks, there was a blue jay and a raccoon who just wanted to watch TV and eat wings. Regular Show—Cartoon Network’s surreal masterpiece by J.G. Quintel—ran for eight glorious seasons from 2010 to 2017. And for those who want to own a piece of chaotic, nostalgia-fueled history, the Regular Show: The Complete Seasons 1-8 DVD box set is the holy grail.

For fans of Mordecai and Rigby, the wait for a definitive physical collection is over. Regular Show: The Complete Series was officially released on February 4, 2025, marking the first time all eight seasons have been compiled into a single Region 1 DVD box set. This comprehensive collection allows viewers to own all 245 episodes of the Emmy Award-winning series without relying on shifting streaming availability. What’s Included in the Box Set?

The collection is a massive 20-disc set that covers every moment of the series, from the pilot to the cosmic series finale.

All 8 Seasons: Every episode of the original run is included.

Regular Show: The Movie: The 2015 feature-length film is bundled within the set, typically found on the final disc alongside Season 8 content.

Bonus Features: The set is "packed" with extras, including an unaired pilot, Comic-Con teaser trailers, and character development insights.

Packaging: The set features a colorful slipcover with artwork mirrored on the internal clear plastic case. Pricing and Where to Buy

As of May 2026, the box set is widely available through major retailers. Prices generally range from $37 to $45 for new, sealed copies. Go to product viewer dialog for this item.

Regular Show The Complete Series DVD Set New Sealed, Size: One size

The UK saw sporadic releases, mostly through Warner Home Video and later Fabulous Films. No UK set includes all seasons individually.

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The full 1-8 collection usually spans over a dozen discs, housed in a sturdy multi-fold case. The artwork often features the classic park arch with Mordecai and Rigby standing on a golf cart. While it lacks the "special laser disc" packaging of some boutique releases, the shelf presence is undeniable. It’s thick, heavy, and feels like a decade of memories. regular show season 1-8 dvd

In an era of Netflix removals and rotating licenses, owning the Regular Show Season 1-8 DVD box set guarantees access. Here are three reasons to buy:

Mordecai found the DVD case on a shelf behind a stack of old graphic novels in the thrift store: glossy black plastic, a cheap paper sleeve with pixelated screenshots, the spine typed in a faded font — Regular Show: Seasons 1–8. He’d never owned a boxed set before. He’d never owned anything that felt like a map.

He bought it for five dollars and a quarter, more for the nostalgia it promised than the discs themselves. At home, he set the case on the kitchen table, flipped it open, and the smell hit him first — that warm, slightly metallic scent of old plastic and long-spun discs. Benson, smelling curiosity, warned him to be careful with “vintage media.” Margaret just nodded, smiling at how intent he looked. Rigby, of course, immediately wanted to know whether the discs had bonus content.

Mordecai didn’t immediately pop a DVD into a player. Instead he slid one out with a reverence usually reserved for relics or pets, ran a finger across the label, and read the tiny print: “Property of Park — For authorized personnel only.” The words felt like an address.

He slipped the disc into his laptop and — because his laptop had lost its capacity for such things years ago — a portal unfurled like a hiccup in his living room. Steam like late-night fog poured from the screen, and the coffee mug on the table trembled. Mordecai’s reflection staggered across the tabletop, and a soft voice, layered with static and an unnerving calm, said, “Play me.”

He hesitated. Then Rigby, always greedy for escalation, hit the spacebar.

The screen filled with a familiar blue sky, a park bench, and a gullible, animated normality: the park, exactly as it was in their pasts, yet older, like a memory that had been left in the sun. The first episode — a mundane request to mow the lawn, a bag of chips, two slackers drawn by fate — unspooled. But between the laughs and the slapstick, there were details that weren’t right. Watchful eyes in the background, a flicker where a building should be, whole seconds where faces lingered a little too long.

As the discs played, the living room shifted. The walls softened into the park’s tree line; the lamp became a lamppost; the coffee mug took on the shape of a thermos with a logo Mordecai would later swear he recognized from a show they’d once watched together. Rigby cheered. Benson barked from the doorway, half-curmudgeonly, half-terrified. Margaret left quietly to get groceries and returned wearing a sweater that belonged to a scene Mordecai hadn’t remembered him wearing. The more episodes they watched, the more the world around them accepted the script as authority.

At first the changes were helpful. If they rewound, they could fix small mistakes from the original days—pull a better prank, avoid a scuff on the old arcade machine, tell a truth they’d once omitted. The rewrites stitched into reality with an ease that scared them: a new mural appeared behind the snack bar, a faded “No Pets” sign rewrote itself to “Pets Welcome,” and Benson’s temper cooled in the morning.

But rewinding cost something. When Mordecai slipped back to the second season to recapture a lost afternoon with Margaret, he found a blank space in his wallet where a photograph had been. He blinked, checked again — the photograph of a summer fair, of blurry faces and a single promise written on the back — simply wasn’t there anymore. The world had accepted the new scene and, to do so, had culled a memory.

They learned the rule the way a kid learns that the stove is hot: by accident. Rigby reversed an episode to prank Muscle Man and found the entire memory of his friend’s favorite joke gone. Later that night Rigby tried to tell the joke and it fell out of him like a piece of someone else’s conversation. He felt incomplete, as if a pocket in his mind had been emptied and stitched closed. Before Adventure Time dove fully into the apocalypse

Regret and temptation braided together. With other discs they edited themselves into smaller, better lives. Mordecai tried to mend an argument with Margaret and keep the new harmony; Benson tried to rewrite a contract to protect the park; Rigby edited a lost championship game into a triumphant victory. Each “improvement” took, always, a small trade. A small photograph. A smell. The name of a street you used to take down to the river.

Then they found Season 7.

It was labeled differently: not a season but a warning scrawled in marker on a sticky note that had somehow been trapped inside the plastic. The warning dissolved the casual glee. The note begged: Do not watch Past the Season Seven Finale. It smelled faintly of smoke and anticipation.

Naturally, they watched.

The finale rewrote a farewell. It showed the park closing — not a temporary shutdown but a decisive end: machines boxed, trees uprooted, and the two of them standing on a patch of dirt with nothing left. In the episode, they left with slow, meaningful glances and promises they’d keep. The dialog was quieter than the rest of the show; every word in it felt like finality. They watched, tears in their eyes because the animation had always been good at that, and when the credits rolled, the house shuddered.

When they blinked, the park outside their window was empty and new: chains draped over the gates, a “For Development” banner flapping in a wind that smelled like concrete. Rigby cursed. Mordecai reached for the remote and found it too heavy. In the real world, two small bulldozers idled down the street and workers were measuring lines in white chalk. The world had accepted the finale’s version, but to accept it completely, it had removed the park’s hourglass shape from history. The memories that belonged to the park — the big fights, the small kindnesses, the late-night giggles at the snack bar — thinned, then frayed. For a moment, the two of them could remember everything. Then the edges blurred.

They scrambled to rewind. They inserted earlier discs, skipping episodes, trying to stitch their lives back. Each reversal stitched something new into place: the park gate came back, the tree by the pond stood again, but each fix cost them in different, private ways. Mordecai could no longer remember the small detail of the exact color of Margaret’s favorite paint. Rigby’s laugh grew lighter at times and heavier at others, like a string with a fray snagged on an unseen nail.

Desperation matured into a plan. If the discs could rewrite memory, then perhaps a new episode — one they wrote themselves — could bind the park into a permanent line, anchor it like a keel. They would write a season where the park protected itself, where the finale could not erase what it had been. They would make a story that refused to be rewritten.

They gathered everyone who mattered: Margaret, Benson, Muscle Man, Hi-Five Ghost, Skips, even Thomas. Together, in the living room-turned-studio, they improvised scenes. Mordecai narrated a bit of a season arc, Rigby added ridiculous climaxes, Skips suggested a ritual (ancient and predictable) that would bind memory to place. As they performed their scenes, Rigby recorded them onto a blank disc found in the bottom of the DVD case—Season 9, unofficial. They laughed and cried and argued over the length of the montage.

The recording wasn’t perfect. Technical errors introduced artifacts: an extra chorus where there should have been silence, the sound of leaves that tasted of iron. But when they slid the new disc into the player and hit play, the living room shimmered like heat over asphalt and, for a seconds-long breath, the stamp of the new episode sealed itself into the air.

Outside, the bulldozers stalled. A gust of wind unrolled the "For Development" banner and instead revealed an old mural of the park's founders. The chain-link fence rusted, sagged, then melted into wild grass. People returning to the park felt a mix of déjà vu and homecoming, a tug that was almost story-shaped. As of 2026, the complete series DVD is available through:

It worked — up to a point.

The trade the show demanded was no longer only small trinkets and photographs. When they anchored the park, something else loosened: names. Mordecai’s recollection of a certain afternoon in high school with his father—a quiet bench, a joke about a baseball game—slid away like paint scraping from a wall. He could describe the afternoon in generalities, but not the precise cadence of his father's laugh. Rigby began forgetting the title of the band he loved as a kid; Benson forgot the recipe for his mother’s stew.

They had protected the park, which in turn protected its people at the cost of pockets elsewhere. They were okay, mostly — the park was their shared scaffold — but each time they used the discs, they risked losing a small private truth in exchange. They kept the new disc but treated it like a sparing medicine. When arguments threatened or grief crowded in, they considered the temptation. Most times they chose to endure instead. Each loss left them changed; each survival bonded them.

Years folded in. The park stayed because of the night they made a season for it. Old VHS-style nights of cheap heroism and modest miracles became legend. New kids would say the park always was; older ones would glance at Mordecai and Rigby with a private gratitude they did not voice.

On Mordecai’s fiftieth birthday, when the bench by the pond was polished and a plaque hung reading “For the Ones Who Stayed,” he found a small, new photograph tucked into the DVD case. It was of a long-ago fair he didn’t recall taking. On the back, written in a hurried hand, were the four words that steadied him: Remember this. Remember us.

He did not remember who had written it. But he remembered why the park had been worth remembering.

Years later, when the discs had aged and yellowed, a young person would come into the thrift store and find the boxed set, crisp and oddly warm despite its age. They would slip the discs into their player and the living room would tremble, the way it always did when a new story began. Somewhere, Mordecai and Rigby would be sitting on the same bench with a thermos between them, smiling, the kind of smile that belongs to people who have both lost things and learned how to hold on.

At the bottom of the DVD case, under a loose corner of cardboard, a sticky note remained: a final warning, a joke, and a benediction all at once: Watch responsibly.

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Warning: Beware of bootlegs. If the price seems too good (e.g., $20 for all 8 seasons), the video quality will likely be compressed, and the discs will rot. Look for official Warner Bros. Home Entertainment logos.