Original subtitles

[opening theme music playing]

-[children groaning] -[Tobias] Oh, again.

Here we go.

Another week of the same boring school lunch every day.

Hey, come on.

Rocky wouldn't serve us the same thing every day.

Right, Rocky?

Hey, guys, order up.

Chicken nuggets.

Nuggets of chicken.

Nuggets a la chicken.

Chocolate cake. Oh, no, sorry. That's a dirty sponge.

Chicken nuggets.

Poultry-piece palace.

[groans and thuds]

[whispers] I thought that last one was great.

-Appreciate you, Rocky. -[whooshing]

Ah!

Wh... wh... what is that?

Oh, this? Ah, it's just

a gourmet truffle mac and cheese

with a focaccia crumb and balsamic reduction.

[moaning]

[dreamy music playing]

[sprinkling]

[retching]

[gargling]

Huh?

Oh, it looks so good.

Yeah, my family's in-house chef makes it.

In-house chef?

You know, the person you pay to live with you

and cook all your meals.

Oh! We have one of those. She's called Mrs. Mom.

[gasps] Oh, my goodness.

We're so behind on our payments,

she's gonna send in the heavies.

Nah, Dad's there already.

So, Masami, wanna trade lunches?

Nah. My personal nutritionist said I need to avoid nuggets

-unless it's edible gold. -[clinking]

Later.

Can you believe her? Leaving her plate like that?

What does she think? Her butler's gonna clean it up?

The name's Bennet, sir.

I gotta eat that mac 'n' cheese!

[Nicole] Okay, Gumball.

You asked for it,

-so here's your mac 'n' cheese. -[gasps]

[dreamy music playing]

Ah!

[rattling]

Huh?

-Ugh! -Oop, sorry.

Must have gotten a bit of the box in there.

Your dad's been trying to help out in the kitchen more.

Okay. Now, how do I add the water?

-[timer dings] -[oven bangs]

-Turkey's done. -[sighs]

But this is nothing like Masami's mac.

I'm supposed to feel transported.

The only place this is gonna transport me to is the ER.

Well, I'm sorry, Gumball.

We can't all have food like the Yoshida's,

with their big fancy house

and their flashy cars and clothes.

[mocks and scoffs]

Whoa, Mom. I thought you and Yuki made up?

Oh, honey.

If you think one legendary over-blown anime fight

is going to repair a simple misunderstanding...

then you know nothing about mothers.

And if you want to eat like the Yoshidas,

maybe you should just go live with them.

Phoo! Pew, pew, pew, pew!

I'm storming off. Pew!

Maybe I will go do that thing you just said.

Darwin, let's go!

I think I might be lactose intolerant.

So, you're on your own on this one, dude.

[classical music playing]

[doorbell rings]

Good day to you, squire.

Wouldst thouest be able to aquantith thineself to--

Uh, you can talk normally.

Oh, is Masami in?

I... I wanted to give her something.

-Oh, there she is. -Oh, dear. [gasps] Wait!

Hey, Masami.

You left your math book back in class.

I wanted to return it to you.

This is an empty box of sausage mix.

Heyah! Ha!

[loud thud]

[Gumball exclaims softly]

Hey, Mom.

-Bennet! -Yes, ma' am.

What is a Watterson doing in my house?

Oh, I was just passing by your 1,000-acre estate,

and I thought I'd drop by on my best friend Masami,

and, I dunno, crazy idea, but stay for dinner

and preferably have your chef

cook that gourmet mac 'n' cheese?

-[continues in high-pitch] -[shatters]

Do you know how much that cost?

No.

Exactly. You Wattersons are all the same.

No class. No honor.

Apart from your dad.

That guy's a real meat stack on wheels.

Ew, Mom.

Uh, you're right.

But that's why I came here,

to experience a real family dinner.

-[scoffs] -My family is so poor,

I got an air guitar for Christmas.

Our groceries are delivered by the garbage truck.

Pigeons throw us crumbs.

I think teachers make a good living.

Okay, I get it.

Nicole is a competent fighter,

but as a mother, she has clearly failed.

-Bennet! -Still here, ma'am.

We will train young Donald Watterson

in the ways of Yoshida.

Only then may he stay

for our Cavatappi formaggio e tartufo.

That's the mac 'n' cheese.

Oh, yeah!

Whoo! Hoo hoo! Yeah, yeah, yeah--

Exquisite. [chuckles]

Simply exquisite. [chuckles]

-[gasps] Whoa. -To start with,

you must dress like one of us.

[beeps]

[wardrobe dings and whirrs]

Whoa!

How did you do that?

This whole house is controlled by our state-of-the-art app.

The YoshidApp.

-Now, get in there... -Whoo.

...and choose an outfit that exudes confidence.

-Uh-uh... -[beeps]

Hmm.

Definitely exuding something, but not quite the right thing.

Try again!

This is our world-renowned personal chef.

-[barks] -He's very obedient.

To dine with us, you must have a refined pallet.

Drink this.

[spits] Blah!

This tastes like hot bean juice

that's been passed through the insides of a wildcat.

What is this?

Hot bean juice that's been passed

through the insides of a wildcat,

and it costs $100 a cup.

You must excel at tennis.

[firing]

You must be able to--

I got it. Ride a horse.

...tell the difference between a real horse and a hologram.

Real horses can't be trusted.

Plus this is more expensive.

[gagging]

Come on.

Hmm.

[grunting]

-[firing] -[grunting]

[screeching]

Yes! Yes! Yes!

-[thuds] -[farts]

[firing]

Hmm.

Argh!

There's nothing in here that suits me.

I need to buy a new wardrobe.

Correct.

We never wear anything twice.

Bennet, burn these clothes.

I think he has become

Yoshida!

-[doorbell rings] -[panting]

Coming. [mumbles]

Sorry to disturb you, but is my son here?

-I just-- -Well, well, well.

Nicole Watterson.

Yuki Yoshida.

Don't worry about your son. He's here with us.

And if you want him, you just have to go through--

All right, Yuki, I'm not doing that again.

[sighs] Come on, where is he?

[soft classical music playing]

Nothing says class

like a little class-ical music, eh, Masami? [chortles]

Yeah, whatever.

[barks]

[dreamy music playing]

[moaning]

Gumball!

[sputters and coughs]

-Gumball, what is this? -[coughs and groans]

What are you wearing?

It's mulberry silk, Nicole.

Geralt has shown an appreciation

for the finer things. [thuds]

The finer things? [scoffs] Please.

Gumball thinks a canape is a type of umbrella.

You're wrong. Where you have failed as a parental figure,

I have succeeded.

Your son has learned our ways.

He has style, class, and elegance now.

He's not the wild unsophisticated animal

you raised him to--

Aah! Give me that mac 'n' cheese!

-[panting] -[clanking]

This sounds expensive.

[grunts and thuds]

[camera shutter clicks]

Ugh! I see.

Once a Watterson,

always a Watterson.

People like you don't deserve food this good.

Bennet! Clean up this mess

while I get the floor cleaning robots

to show this trash to the door.

[beeps]

[whizzing]

[sighs]

[slams]

[struggles] Ah.

Those little guys are strong.

Gumball, what were you thinking?

I'm sorry, Mom. I just...

I just wanted that delicious mac 'n' cheese.

But I guess it's like Mrs. Yoshida said,

I don't deserve it.

Oh. [sighs]

Listen, Gumball.

We might not have what the Yoshidas have,

but that doesn't mean we're any less than them, okay?

Forget what Yuki Yoshida said.

Yeah, I guess you're right.

Thanks, Mom.

[chuckles]

And I guess I should also forget

that she said you're a failure of a mom,

and that you have bad taste in clothes,

and you never know what to do with your hair.

Hmm.

[loud groan]

Also, what should I do with this phone

that controls all the stuff in their house?

I can't believe those Wattersons.

Like mother, like child, I guess.

Okay, Yuki.

Let's see how nice your house really is.

[beeping]

-[rock music blaring] -Ah!

[screams]

-[alarm blaring] -[machines whizzing]

[both laugh]

What?

Huh? Eh?

[muffled screaming]

-[growling] -[neighing]

-[Yuki screaming] -[firing]

I'm firing my interior decorator!

[loud thudding and rumbling]

Bennet!

Whoo-hoo!

Okay. Now let's get out of here.

[both laughing]

[both gasp]

Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no.

It's okay. I quit.

I can't stand that woman anymore.

Yeah. I'll, uh, cook you that, uh, mac 'n' cheese

if you, uh, give us a ride home.

-Uh, okay. -Okay.

[Nicole and Gumball laughing and cheering]

You may think you're better than us,

but only your mac 'n' cheese is!

[tires screeching]

Hey, Mom, I'm ordering chicken nuggets.

You want some?

Sure.

[closing theme music playing]