01x31 & 01x32 - The Car/The Curse

[bunniefuu]

[theme music playing]

[Nicole snoring]

[ominous music playing]

[gasps]

It's Daisy the Donkey on Ice Day!

You promised to take me, and we're late!

Oh, honey, I'm sorry.

Mommy worked really late last night.

[Nicole, on tape] What sort
of a horrible mother

wouldn't take her daughter
to her favorite show?

Oh, Anais, I know what I said, but--

Horrible mother--

Horrible mother--

[sighs] OK.

"Electrofat.

Gets you fit while you watch TV."

-So the last electrode goes...
-[Anais, sing-song] Daisy the Donkey...

-Where?
-Daisy...

Oh, there!

Oh, hi, honey!

Hi.

Where's Gumball and Darwin?

In the backyard,
playing their made-up game.

-Keep an eye on them.
-[Anais chattering]

Every time they play that game,
it's a mess.

...Daisy!

[both] Dodge or dare!

Relax, honey. I'm here.
What could go wrong?

Dodge or dare! Dodge or dare!
Dodge or dare!

Yes. What could go wrong?

-Daisy the Donkey!
-[Nicole] Ooh.

Now come on, Electrofat.

Make me beautiful!

Aah. Oooh, ooh.

-What was that?
-Doesn't matter.

It's time to play...

[both] Dodge or dare!

Roll the dice!

Take a card!

Dare!

"You have to throw the ball
onto the moon

using only objects from the trash."

Ha!

Just watch and learn.

Yes!

[both] Ooh!

-Aaah!
-Hey, the card says "no hands."

Ugh.

[grunts]

I told you, Margaret.

It's not a mid-life crisis.

It's just a new car.

Huh. It landed in the Robinson's yard.

[both] Yay!

[laughing]

Mr. Robinson.

He's such a funny guy.

Mrs. Robinson is one lucky lady.

[doorbell rings]

Hmm.

-Hi, Mr. Robinson...
-Hi, Mrs. Robinson...

[incoherent chatter]

Your ball fell into my garden,
causing my wife's hair to fall off!

Therefore, as a punishment,

I'll teach you a new game called, um...

-Eh, eh, eh... [mumbles]
-[garbles]

Learning the Consequences of Your Actions!

A game Mr. Robinson invented for us?

[both] Yay!

You can start by cleaning the garden.

-[both] Yes! Huh.
-[Gaylord] But wait!

[grunts]

There you go.

You wouldn't want it to be easy,
would you?

[Gaylord laughs]

[both grunt]

Wohoo!

We'll see if they're still
smiling after this.

-[both laugh]
-[doorbell rings]

[Gumball] Excuse me.

There, we're done.

This is green, green-orange,

orangey green, terra-cotta,

Egyptian sunrise, sunset yellow,

and this is the Mr. Robinson
head-shaped leaf.

[both] Ooh!

Can we keep it?

No. You slackers
forgot to cut the grass!

Oh, Mr. Robinson, you're so right.

What... were... we... thinking?

-We'll get right on It.
-[Gaylord] But wait!

You got to use nail clippers.

[both] Yay!

Thank you, Mr. Robinson.

I think they're missing the point.

-[Gumball and Darwin] Done!
-What the--

Whoa!

All right, come here
and paint this fence blue.

[both] Yay!

That'll teach 'em to mess
with Gaylord Robinson.

-[Gumball and Darwin] Done!
-Hmm.

-Now make it green!
-Done!

-Orange with purple stripes!
-Done!

-Yellow with black dots!
-Done!

-Pink!
-Done!

-Red!
-Done!

-Blue!
-Done!

-Black!
-Done!

-Yellow! Aaahh!
-Done!

Mr. Robinson,
since you love painting so much,

I made this bird especially for you.

-Ah... Thanks?
-[garbles]

Oh, yeah.

Follow me.

Now, there's a stain on this rug.

Where?

[Gaylord] There!

I mean, there!

What? Huh?

[both] More ice, sir?

Oh, give me that!

Aah.

Huh?

What?

OK, now you're scaring me.

I'm sure Mr. Robinson needs more help.

Maybe he's too shy to ask.

Go away!

He hides it well,
but I can feel he needs us.

[Gaylord] Go away!

Go away!

Go away!

Now that is a cry for help.

Those little parasites, they just won't--

[toenails clipping sound]

-Oh! Hi, Mr. Robinson.
-What? Don't touch me!

Unbelievable.

Hmm?

Come on. Eat up, Mr. Robinson.

Get away from me!

Darn those kids.

Can't a guy get some privacy
in his own house?

Blast it. Out of paper.

Get out of here!

Oh, wait.

Could you throw that back, please?

[groans] I need to lie down.

-[both] It's bedtime, Mr. Robinson.
-Grr.

Oh, I think he has a temperature.

Come on, Mr. Robinson.

Say, "Ah".

[Mr. Robinson screaming]

Oh!

Listen, kids.

Why are you trying so hard to help me?

[both] Because we love you, Mr. Robinson.

But there's nothing left for you to do!

[both] We could clean your new car.

No way!
My car is brand-new and very expensive.

[both] We could clean Mrs. Robinson?

Huh!

-All right. Clean the car.
-[both] Yay!

But, but, but,
but please be careful with it!

So...

Where do we start?

I don't know.

I never cleaned a car before.

It doesn't matter.

Let's make Mr. Robinson proud.

OK.

Easy.

Mr. Robinson said it's very expensive.

I know.

I'll just...

At least things can't get any worse.

[both scream]

You know, Margaret,
maybe those kids aren't so bad after all.

What are we gonna do?

I don't know.
I've never b*rned a car before.

This is terrible!

We failed him!

Oh, the shame!

We can't ever show our faces again!

We need to hide away forever!

[door handle clicks]

[door opens]

Ooh!

-Dark.
-Filthy.

Horrible.

Perfect.

My car!

Who did this?

[garbles]

Those kids!

I'm gonna get them for this!

Come out! I'm calling the sheriff!

[Gumball] Oh, no!

-They know we wrecked the car.
-[Gaylord muttering]

What do you mean you wrecked the car?

[both scream]

Dad?

Hi.

[music playing on radio]

♪ Daisy...
Daisy the Donkey ♪

Mom?

Why are the Robinsons
talking to the sheriff on our lawn?

I don't know, sweetie.

I think we'll just go around the back.

I tell you, Sheriff, it was those kids
next door, as sure as I...

What?

We just touched it with the sponge
and it fell apart,

so we decided to hide here forever.

Such a sad story.

But it's not true!

You see, it was : this morning, and...

[babbles]

Now come on, Electrofat.

Make me beautiful!

[screaming]

[electricity crackles]

Aah... You... thing of... beauty!

Oh, Mr. Robinson's new car.

Oh. OK. It's just a dink.

I'll bang it out.

There! Finished!

Phew!

[babbling]

So, you see, it was my fault,
not yours.

What sound we do now?

Well, I think the most
responsible thing to do

is to hide here forever

And never let your mother find out
what happened.

[whispers] I already know.

[screaming]

Honey?

But it's not quite what you think.

It was : this morning, and--

Wait! Can I do this?

[babbles]

♪ Daisy ♪

Put the tape on, Mom!

Yes, honey.

♪ ...Donkey, Daisy ♪

Where is it?

-Here.
-Yeah!

[crash]

[Nicole]
They parked right in front of our lawn.

I just didn't see it.

I was about to tell Mr. Robinson, but--

Horrible mother--

So, we went to see the show.

And it was great!

So, there.

It was mostly my fault.

I'm so relieved.

It was a family effort!

[Gaylord] Darn it!
I know they're up there!

Get in there and arrest those vandals!

Not without a warrant, sir.

Aaah! I pay my taxes,
and that pays your salary!

Ergo, I'm your boss!

Now get in there and do your job!

Please, sir! Calm down!

All right.

I supposed I shall have to take matters
into my own hands, huh?

Well...

Here come the Robinsons.

Poor Mr. Robinson.

We wrecked his beautiful new car,

and nobody has the courtesy to apologize.

We should be ashamed of ourselves!

So, let's get out there and apologize,
as a family.

[all sigh]

OK.

[all gasp]

This is what happens
when you mess with Gaylord!

This is what happens!

They look kind of angry, Gumball.

Please!

Please, ma'am. Drop the duster!

Please!

No, ma'am! No! No!

Aah.

Margaret!

No, sir! No, please!

[screams]

Maybe we should give them time
to calm down.

-[indistinct chatter]
-So, do you want to press charges?

[nervous chuckle] No. uh, I'm sure
they learned their lesson.

It's too bad you have to live
next to such monsters.

Don't worry, Mr. Robinson.

We'll look after your house
while you're gone!

Aaah!

-Such a great guy.
-Such a great guy.

Anais, for the last time,
we just can't afford it.

-But why?
-[sighs]

Richard, tell your daughter
why we can't go to Daisyland.

We're going to Daisyland?

No!

But why?

Because money doesn't grow on trees

and Daisyland tickets
don't just fall from the sky.

But you always say that
if you put your mind to it,

you can accomplish anything.

[Richard grunts]

Dad, what are you doing?

I'm getting tickets
using the power of my mind.

-That's not gonna--
-Shh.

[Darwin grunting]

I hate to break it to you guys,
but it's not gonna happen.

-The world doesn't work like that.
-[sighs]

Gumball Watterson,
get out of this bathroom!

Today's gonna be a wonderful day

'Cause I got in the shower first

♪ La la-la la-la-la-la-la ♪

Huh?

[dings, tumbles]

-[shower hissing]
-[Gumball screaming]

Ugh!

[honks]

-Wait for us! Wait for us!
-Wait for us!

Rocky! [grunting]

Hold up! Wait for me!

Ow.

Uh, Rocky? Rocky!

[Gumball screaming]

Ow! Aah!

Well, it seems like it's not my day,
but that's OK,

because it's nothing
a good song won't fix.

♪ When life hands you lemons ♪

♪ You got to make some lemonade ♪

-[gasps]
-[thud]

Darwin, stop it already.

It's getting embarrassing.

[Gumball] Aah! Aah! Ow! Aah! Aah!

Gumball! How's it going?

Ah, it's great...

Except for the fact that this is starting
out to be the worst day of my life!

It's like I'm cursed or something.

[Nigel] Watterson!

This school has a dress code.

These rags are obscene!

Get to Lost and Found.

They'll provide you
with something more suitable.

-But Principal Brown--
-Now!

[sighs]

There you go. Much better.

You've got to be kidding me.

I'm sorry, dude, but this isn't
a department store, you know.

Oh, Rocky.
There's got to be something else.

You're in luck!

Ughhh!

[indistinct chatter]

Eh, people think I'm a fruit,
but I'm also classified as an herb.

[gasps]

What?

[laughing]

Where did you get your clothes,
Lost and Found?

Well, actually, yes, I did.

Oh. Uh...

Hey, where did you get your clothes,
the circus?

Dude, we kind of
just went over this already--

Lost and Found.

Oh.

Hey, where did you get your clothes,
the swim shop and the hat shop?

Ughhh!

Where did you get your brain from,
the dollar store?

[Banana Joe whistles]

Seven hours detention
for hurting my feelings.

What? But--

I'll see you after school.

Fine! Ow! Paper cut!

[sobs]

Uh, Gumball, are you OK?

Everything's great, Darwin. [sniffles]

Everything's just peachy.

Oh, OK!

Darwin!
Don't take everything I say so literally!

OK.

What about what you just said now?

Should I take that literally?

Ugh. No-- Yes!

No.

I don't know.

Talk to me.

I think I'm cursed.

Hmm.

Then what you need
is a good luck charm.

Guys, there are no
such things as lucky charms,

curses, or tickets falling from the sky.

There must be a scientific explanation
for what's happening to Gumball,

like there is for everything.

Oh, yeah?

How does your science explain
the magical rainbows, then, huh?

Diffraction of light through moisture
in the atmosphere.

It's a sad world you live in.

Come on, Gumball.

Darwin, how will I know
if it's a four-leaf clover?

Simple. They've got four leaves
and they're extremely rare.

-Rare?
-They're one in a million!

Rarer that the rarest-- Found one!

Top 'o the morning to ya!

[both] Ooh!

I can already feel my luck changing.

Hey, look! A lucky fo--

-[thud]
-[inaudible chatter]

I'm ready to take your advice now.

I knew you'd come around eventually.

Now, please tell me.

What's the scientific explanation
for all of this?

Oh, there's no explanation.

What's been happening
is just a coincidental series

-of unfortunate events.
-Huh?

[Darwin] Hey, guys! Guys!

I've been thinking scientifically,
and I think I figured it out!

Yesterday evening, Gumball and I
were setting the table for dinner...

Wha...

[both] Wow!

It was probably the luckiest thing
I have ever seen.

So, according to my findings,

Gumball used up all his good luck
in one day,

and that's why today
he's left with nothing but bad luck!

[breathes]

That doesn't make sense,
but it's the best we got.

So, the logical conclusion
to your nonsensical theory is that

if he can survive today,

everything should be back to normal
by tomorrow!

[sharpening pencil noise]

[dings]

Ugh.

I'll be right back, Watterson.

I've got some important business
to attend to.

What? No! Don't leave me!

You're staying right there
because you're in detention!

No! You don't understand!

I'm in great danger!

You're in great danger of getting
another three hours detention!

Principal Brown! Please!

[whimpering]

[trembling]

[gulps] I got to get out of here!

No, wait!

Just do nothing.

Just do nothing. Just do--

[clock ticking]

Ah!

Sorry, I forgot to slam the door in anger!

[screams]

[whimpering]

Aah.

OK, I think I might go
and do nothing somewhere else!

[humming]

I'm so glad I confiscated this.

Watterson! What are--

[Gumball screams]

[Nigel] Ohhh!

Come on, bad luck!
Let's get this over with!

Give me your best sh*t!

[screaming]

No! No!

OK! Sorry!

[yelling] I'm sorry!

Huh? Huh? [laughs]

-I'm alive! [screams]
-[horn honking]

Huh?

Oh, give me a break!

Aah.

[tires screeching]

[laughs]

In your face, bad luck!

I am invinci-- Aah!

[groans]

Uh...

[screaming]

No, I can make this!

I'm gonna make it! I'm gonna make it!

I'm gonna make it!

I'm not gonna make it!

[beeping]

What happened?

The doctor says you were
very lucky to survive--

very lucky indeed.

Huh?

Lucky? This means my good luck
has finally returned!

Thus proving my scientific hypothesis
to be correct.

And since science and reason
have gone out the window,

I suggest we use the power of our minds
to get tickets for Daisyland.

[all grunting]

One family pass to Daisyland, please.

Oh, no! My... My ticket!

Hmm. Well, I wonder to where the wind
will take it.

Hey, a Daisyland ticket!

Hmm. I wonder to where the wind
will take it.

Look, Mother. A Daisyland ticket.

Mother, I'm wondering
to where the wind will take it.

Yay!

I wished for snow!

[theme music playing]