The Amazing World of Gumball

Are you searching your name online again?

No. I've learned my lesson. Every time I close my eyes,

I can still see those weird drawings of me.

Aah! Who draws that stuff?

No, I'm searching other people's names.

Like, did you know that Rocky trained

at a mime school for a whole year?

Hmm.

I can see how those skills would be useful to a janitor.

And did you know that Mr. Small released an album?

What does it sound like?

Uh, like the cover would suggest.

And you want to know what's even weirder?

Grandpa Louie has an Elmore Plus profile.

"Just a fun guy looking to get into your friend zone."

I just cringed all the way back into my lower intestine.

Oh! He sent us a friend request.

Being friends online with your grandpa

is like taking your mom to the prom.

But he's got zero friends.

And look at that post.

"Anyone up for a game of squash?"

No one replied.

He probably ended up playing against the wall.

Squash... The lonely man's tennis.

Or here, he typed, "How to make friends online."

He then realized it wasn't a search bar,

so he typed, "Sorry. I don't know who wrote that."

Then he typed, "What is the term"

for someone updating your status as a joke?"

Then he must have banged his head on the keyboard,

because it says "qwecvyietuvyiouhcde."

This is so sad.

No, it's not.

Dude, stop hiding your tears.

I know you feel sorry for him, too.

- No, I don't. - Don't repress your feelings.

I feel nothing for him. Nothing.

I know you're holding back, because...

Aah!

Okay, are you...

Aah!

So you agree we need to help Grandpa Louie.

You know what we should do?

Pretend to be his friend online

by creating an entirely fictitious persona.

Now, when you say "should,"

surely you mean "definitely shouldn't."

Nope. I mean "have."

Isn't Grandpa Louie is too old to have imaginary friends?

She won't be imaginary to him.

And, besides, that comment was age-ist.

You're never too old to have imaginary friends.

I still love you, Mr. Smiggles.

I love you, too.

Huh?

Ah, don't worry. It's just a little white lie.

But why did you have to make her a woman?

It's just how I feel inside.

Okay. So, what's her name?

Muriel.

Grandpa Louie's accepted.

And he wants to know more about Muriel.

- Uh, what are old people into? - I don't know.

Um, "I like mortgages and voting",

and... I drive cars with my driver's license."

Oh! And putting cucumbers on your eyes.

Yeah. "Please tell me more about you."

Hmm!

"Thanks for asking."

My story begins four score and seven years ago, back when

- "things were very different." - Things were very different.

As a young boy, I had no trouble making friends.

In fact, I was so popular,

I got invited to all the birthday parties.

And when they got older, their weddings.

Even their honeymoons... which was a bit awkward.

I was so well-liked, they used to call me Fluey Louie,

after the Spanish Influenza,

which was very popular at the time.

Even animals loved me, apart from horses.

But I never trusted horses.

Their faces are too long, and they have mohawks.

I was so popular at school,

I even became friends with the teachers.

We had such crazy nicknames for each other,

like "Mr. Klein" or "Sir" or sometimes, accidentally, "Dad."

When I got older, things got even better.

I met Jojo.

She opened my eyes to something greater... love.

Everything about her was magical...

Her luscious lips...

her flowing hair...

her cutie patootie.

I'm sorry, but I refuse to picture that last image.

Goodbye, cruel world.

Our romance was ravenous, insatiable,

our hearts melting with hunger

until we consumed each other like a pair of feasting lions.

We spent every hour of every day...

I'm gonna go bathe in disinfectant.

Good idea. I'm gonna steam-clean my brain.

But very soon, her loving arms refused to let go of me,

and she kept me captive,

her tender fingers now the bars of a gilded cage

from which I can never escape!

Anyhoo, enough about me. What's your favorite food?

"Edible. Listen, I got to go."

"That's fine. Just take your phone so we can keep messaging"?

"I'm going places where I can't use my phone."

"Where?" "The cinema."

"Just use silent mode"?

"The bathroom." "Camera-off mode"?

"What if I'm in the middle of a hold-up or something?"

"Hands-free mode"?! Aah! He just doesn't give up!

What are we gonna do?

I don't know. You're the one who wanted to help him.

What?! You're the one who came up with Muriel!

You're right.

- I blame Muriel! - I mean I blame you!

We have to tell him the truth and put an end to this

before he starts telling us

things we're too young to know about.

"We have to meet. There's something you should know."