The Amazing World of Gumball

Ah... perfect.

-Meh-meh. -Mmm?

It's just a little mistake, Margaret.

Everyone makes mistakes.

Our marriage is a permanent reminder of that.

There. Now, it is truly perfect.

-Meh-meh. -Huh?

Argh! Now, all the other grass is too long!

Hold up.

Meh-meh.

It's not my fault that I'm not a bald, purple, thumb-shaped--

-Sorry, what does "meh-meh" mean again? -Meh-meh.

I am not a bald, purple, thumb-shaped meat bag

with an eggplant nose,

and I refuse to mow this lawn again!

We'll do it!

No, I'm having a nice, relaxing morning with my wife,

-and I don't-- -

You got something in your teeth.

-Meh-meh -Huh?

Don't worry. I've got this.

Oh...

Why, you gosh darn pair of little--

I think I need to lie down on my face.

Madam, your husband's anger levels

have caused him to lose a lot of stuffing.

He's gonna need a transfusion.

Does he have any direct family member we could ask?

- -Mm-hm. Yeah.

Right. Well, that made no sense.

Does anyone here talk with words?

You could ask his son, Rocky. He's the janitor at our school.

I want nothing from that loser!

He's an embarrassment to the Robinson name!

I'd rather get stuffing from a turkey!

Meh-meh.

Don't worry, Mrs. Robinson.

We'll get Rocky and save your husband!

Meh?

-Nice. -

What's the best way to break bad news to someone?

Oh, I know. With a song.

Yeah!

You got a better idea?

No, I got a much better idea.

We just need to sweeten the news a little bit.

Ah! Brownie! Sweet!

Mmm?

Oh, man. This is pretty hard to digest.

-Too much butter? -I meant the news about my dad.

You have to go to the hospital, man.

He needs you.

I don't know.

I've always been such a disappointment to him.

Has he ever actually said that to you?

More times than I can count on my hands.

So, at least five.

He thinks I'm an immature deadbeat who never left school,

refuses to get a decent job, and dresses like a Canadian.

-Well, are you? -Totally.

Well, we've got some news for you,

you're gonna man up, wear a suit and tie,

-and get an office job. -An office job?

At least you get a brownie.

"Office jobs."

All the options say "Work at Chanax."

Chanax?

They're the worst corporation on Earth!

They pollute, they cut down the rainforests,

their boss invented boy bands.

They're pure evil!

They also invented cheese puffs.

Necessary evil, I guess.

Chanax it is, then.

Let's start with your resume. What do you do at work?

I work real hard...

to do as little as possible.

Right.

I'm gonna write that you're goal-oriented.

OK, what else?

To be honest, I just lie down a lot.

"Lateral problem solver."

Ah... I can whistle with my butt.

[whistles the US national anthem with his butt]

"Has a valid driver's license."

Now, we'll just need a photo of you

in a sharp suit and tie.

-I don't have a suit. -Don't worry.

We've got it covered.

Perfect!

I'm so uncomfortable in this monkey suit.

Dude, it's sprayed onto your birthday suit.

Is that gonna be a problem?

Nah, an office job is like a mullet,

work at the front, party at the back.

Dude, chill out! Here, take this.

I'll deal with the answers.

All you have to do during the interview is move your mouth

-when you hear my voice. -

Rockwell Robinson, we're ready for you now.

-Are you sure about the shoes? -Yeah, man.

The height makes you look powerful.

Go make your dad proud!

Well, Mr. Robinson, your resume is three sentences long,

and every letter is in a different color.

Perhaps you might like to add something?

I've got excellent communication skills!

Clearly.

Do you speak any other languages?

Arigato! Comunicación skills!

Excelente!

Merci very much.

Now, I feel obliged to ask,

how do you rate your communication skills?

Dude, the batteries are dead! Give me the new ones!

I can't open the--

Rocky, try to stall him!

[Rocky whistles the US national anthem with his butt]

Well, I think you'll fit right in.

-Seriously? -Yes.

You're just the kind of employee Mr. Chanax is looking for,

young, fresh, and gullible. Here's your contract.

Ah, it says here that I'm signing away my hopes and dreams?

Oh, that's just paper.

-Who was that? -Ha ha. Just my stomach grumbling.

- Sign it, you fool! -Ah!

- Breathe out. -What?

Ha, ha! It's just a formality.

Welcome to Chanax, Mr. Robinson.

Doctor, I can't breathe.

What are you doing here? Margaret, get them off of me!

Margaret?

- -

We came to say that Rocky can help you with your transfusion.

I don't want to see that loser.

But he's got a serious job now with a suit and tie.

They even call him Mr. Robinson.

Really? How's he doing?

Overworked, underpaid, downtrodden,

kind of soulless, actually.

Ah, my Rocky finally became a man.

Mr. Robinson! What's wrong?

I was trying to shed a tear of happiness,

-but I think my heart's too dry. -But the only problem is,

he's so busy now that he can't come right away.

But don't worry.

We'll take care of you until he arrives, day and night!

- -What's wrong?

-Ah, We need to call the doctor! -Which one is it?

I don't know! Try them all!

- -

What has happened to this man? He looks like an empty sausage!

He needs a stuffing transfusion, stat!

Rocky, quick! Your dad needs a statting stafusion trat!

He can't leave. He signed the contract.

Mr. Chanax owns his spirit now.

Come on, man. It's just a job.

Kid, they kept me here 47 years straight.

I missed my own wedding, my kids growing up,

even my own retirement.

Rocky, we helped you find this job,

now we're gonna help you lose it.

Nah, you can't get fired. It's too much paperwork.

Well, this is what I think of your paperwork!

Thanks. Come on, Rocky! We're getting your spirit back!

- -

Rocky.

How are we gonna get his spirit back?

We need to get to the boss's office and get him out of his contract!

All we have to do is go through the accounting department,

then the archive department,

then the secretary's desk, then we--

What about your Christmas bonus?

What about your dental plan?

What about a raise?

Yeah, what about a raise?

We need to run! This place is evil!

- What about a promotion? -No!

Whoa!

Shh! One loud noise, and we'll all end up

under an avalanche of paperwork.

Come on, man. We're nearly there.

So warm.

It's like it's just been Xeroxed.

Rocky, no! Darwin, help!

It's OK. I got his other hand.

Wait. What?

No, don't!

Good afternoon. Do you have an appointment?

No. But we can wait.