The Amazing World of Gumball

It always looks like a normal day.

Mommy's at work, Daddy's asleep on the sofa,

the birds are singing, and the sun shines on Elmore.

It's in these completely normal moments

that horror chooses to strike.

The floor was covered in Daisy's stuffing,

and she was missing.

And I was starting to think

she didn't walk out that door on her own two feet.

Mainly because she's an inanimate object.

I could see from the stuffing pattern

that there had been some sort of a struggle.

This is where she hit the floor.

It looked like a robbery,

but why take the doll and leave the computer?

A DNA search would tell me more.

The evidence pointed towards a blue cat and an orange fish,

but they could be victims, too.

I needed more proof.

There was no glass on the desk.

The window was broken from the inside,

and the prints suggest that someone with

abnormally large hands was involved...

or someone with an abnormally large finger.

There was enough sugar in that bowl

to turn their brains to jelly.

Daisy got caught in the middle of their sugar binge,

and something so bad happened,

they decided to make it look like a robbery.

Still, without a body, there's no crime.

I needed a witness.

Dad!

Yeah?

Stop!

What's that? What does it look like?

Police tape.

Why is it eight inches off the floor?

Because my arms are too short to...

I'm the one asking questions here!

Are you playing "good cop/bad cop?"

No. This isn't a trashy '80s cop show.

This is quality subscription television

mysteriously mumbly Southern detective.

Y'all hear anything weird

coming from this here room this morning?

Huh?

Did you hear anything weird

coming from this room this morning?

No, but there was a strange noise coming from the bathroom.

Sounded like pbht!

Kind of like a slice of ham caught in a desk fan?

No, no. Wetter.

You mean like a cafeteria lady

being slapped in the back with a fish?

Little less wet. Little more fluffy.

A watermelon hitting a sofa-bed...

in June?

In Kentucky?

More like fabric being ripped by tiny fingers.

The next thing I knew, the boys ran out of the house in a panic.

Thank you, sir. That'll be all.

What are you gonna do?

Don't hurt my boys!

Them's my boys, you hear?

My boys!

The man wasn't lying.

The boys did something terrible.

He stood there, sweating, another small-town yokel

who wasn't enough of a man to prevent his sons...

Hey! What?

Did I say that out loud?

Sorry, it was meant to be internal monologue.

Well, you better be nicer with your lominogues, young lady.

Sorry, dad.

Another decent man whose sons went off the rails

and were beyond his control.

That's more like it.

Two boys high on sugar,

and a sweet doll caught in the middle.

I was scared... scared to discover what happened to her.

Could I even open the door to that bathroom?

She was dragged here.

No! No! She's not responding!

We're too late!

It's never too late!

Okay. Now it's too late.

Seems like there was a lot of movement.

He went from here to here to there.

Were they fighting?

Mm, more like Irish dancing.

No, they were panicking.

There are droplets on the floor.

What are they?

Saliva?

That would suggest an argument.

Whenever he's losing an argument,

Gumball always resorts a raspberry.

Or are they tears?

Maybe Darwin lost the argument.

But what were they arguing about?

Scissors?

Oh, no.

Do it!

It's the only way to get rid of the evidence!

I can't!

But she won't flush in one piece!

She might, but you have to eat her first.

No. They wouldn't be that stupid.

Eh.

The garbage bag is gone

and toiletries and their toothbrushes.

It's not gonna work.

We need another way to get rid of her.

What are you doing?!

I-I say we run!

We've already gone too far!

No, we haven't. We're still here.

It was a metaphor. If we run, we're goners, Darwin!

But who's to say the police will take us down?!

Sorry, that one wasn't a metaphor.

I literally can't run.

I'd croak 30 meters from the house.

We need to deal with this here and now!

Darwin...

I'm sorry! No! No! No!

Wait!

The only way to find Daisy is to find Gumball,

but this is where the trail goes cold, and the best...