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[theme music playing]

[cheerful music playing]

Ah, I love going through Mom and Dad's past when I'm bored.

[chuckles] We always find a new chink in the armor.

[comical music playing]

[Gumball laughs]

[both sigh]

[gasps] Dude!

That's Mom's old diary.

"Today, I spent all my money on new pompoms

because I'm a big boy...

and I want to go to the try-outs

even if my mom says that--"

"Cheerleading is for big people,

not kids whose feet don't get wet in their shower."

Yes, this diary is mine.

[gasps] Mr. Dad, did you actually make the team?

[upbeat music playing]

[excited chatter]

-[gasps] -Richie, stop.

It's gonna be like that time you tried horse riding.

But it was a small accident.

Just a pulled muscle in the lower back.

Of the horse.

But I want to be like that, Mama.

A flyer.

It's my dream.

Ah, don't dream too big, baby.

Success doesn't run in the Watterson family.

Cholesterol, on the other hand.

I didn't even bother trying to make the team,

because Mama taught me an important lesson that day.

[mimics Granny Jojo] "Dreams are impossible

and desires are pointless."

[both sobbing]

Um, Mr. Dad, listen.

Sometimes the key to your dreams

is looking inside yourself.

-[snarling] -[gasps]

Yeah, that's gonna be a big...

[bellows] "No!"

Huh, what the... What was that?

[Darwin bellows] Intergenerational travel.

And what the word does that mean?

It means the bad that happened to the people

before we were born being dumped onto us.

From our parents all the way to our furthest ancestors.

Dreams are stupid.

[laughs] Girls can't do that.

Yeah, only boys are intelligent enough

to invent genius things like plastic, honey.

I love the smell of asbestos in the morning.

[gibbering]

Fender is not an option.

[in prehistoric language]

Huh, so like, the reason Mom always screams

like an electrocuted goat is because of her mother?

[screams] I don't always scream like my--

Are you sure that's what it is?

Yes, and I'll prove it.

Say "I'm worthy," Dad.

Hm, I'm...

[in altered voice] Not!

[whimpers] Is there a cure?

Yes, self-worth.

This middle-aged slob must join the school cheerleader team

and feel good about himself.

Wait, aren't the try-outs tomorrow?

Yeah!

Found my sandwich.

[gulps, munching]

[mouthful chatter]

[gulps]

[grunts]

[gulps] Ah!

One, two, three, four!

Don't listen to your mother anymore.

Five, six, seven, eight! Hoo!

I was right to deprecate!

-[stomach rumbling] -[burps]

[cheering]

Go, Dad!

[cheering continues]

How is this supposed to help me become a cheerleader?

C-O-N-F-I-D-E-N-C-E!

We're making you do stuff she forbid in your diary.

And you need exercise for your clogged-up arteries.

Do you want to become a cheerleader, baby.

-Whoo! -[gasps]

[whimpers]

[all chuckling]

[groans in pain]

[Richard] 'Scusy!

[grunting]

There you go.

Confidence! [claps]

Confidence! [claps]

Confidence!

-[gasps] -Confidence!

[kids cheering]

[groaning in pain]

[whimpering]

[sighs]

Be aggressive!

B-E aggressive! Ho!

Be aggressive!

B-E aggressive! Ho!

Be assertive!

B-E assertive!

Ho! Be--

[horse neighs]

Ah! [grunting]

[whimpers]

Humpty Awty misses sleep.

Trust yourself and take the leap!

[whimpers]

[Richard screams]

[crashes]

-[groans] -Huh!

I kind of expecting the bridge to--

[Richard] Ow!

Oh!

Woo-hoo! Woo!

Woo! Woo-hoo!

-Woo! Yeah! -[reluctant cheering]

[sighs] This isn't working at all.

Those demons from the past won't die easy.

Then they'll have to die hard.

[intense music playing]

-[Gumball grunting] -[snarling]

[demon groaning]

[sighs] Yeah, no.

Worth the shot, I guess.

-[slams] -[chuckles sheepishly]

Come on, Dad. Say you're gonna kill it tomorrow.

I'm gonna fly like...

[in altered voice] ...a stove.

[exclaims, whimpers]

Oh, stop putting yourself down.

You're gonna do great, honey.

[stuttering] I'm trying, but it feels like

a ball and chain attached to the...

That sometimes you get so used to thinking

that you're not enough

that you just...

Can't even finish your sentence?

Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm.

Why are you doing all this for me?

Because we love you, Mr. Dad.

-[in unison] Aw! -Hm.

We're all so low-key terrified to turn out the way he grew up.

The problem is he's the only one

who could give that confidence to himself.

How can you give something you don't have?

I think it's time we put the "con" in confidence.

[all chuckle]

[muffled shout]

-[gasps] -[Richard whimpering]

[whimpering]

Are you anxious about the tryouts tomorrow?

Mm-hmm. [whimpers]

Well, I've got something that might help.

[whispers] But it's a secret.

Is it a magic placebo? Because I'm a 30-year-old man.

I stopped believing in magic two and a half years ago.

It's not magic.

It's...

The shrunken head of the first ever

ancient cheerleader,

Alexandria Cheerleader.

I came up with the name.

Just one kiss of her lips, and you will fly

like a jacked up pterodactyl on Tiger Juice.

Whoa!

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

-Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! -Yeah, it uh...

It also helps you go to sleep.

Oh, okay. [snores]

-[kisses] -[snoring]

[kisses]

-[kisses] -[snoring]

-Oh! -[snorts loudly]

[kisses]

♪ What's up? Are you ready for this? ♪

[upbeat music playing]

♪ Are you ready for this? ♪

[cheering]

[applause]

Mr. Small, that was amazing.

This is Elmore Junior High cheer squad.

We're looking for strength, determination,

and smiles wider than a dance floor at a funeral.

Not these amateur dramatics.

Great job, kids. Remember, winning isn't everything.

[Principal Brown] We're now calling

the young Richard Watterson to the central stage next.

[whimpering]

Hmm. [gulps]

-[uplifting music] -Hm.

[determined grunt]

-[door slams] -[crowd gasping]

Ah!

-Start the music. -[clicks]

-[upbeat music playing] -[grunts]

[chuckles]

[huffs]

[grunting]

-[snarling] -[gasping]

[laughing]

[weak cheering]

Hey! [sheepish chuckle]

Uh, we're here to assist the, uh...

-the young flier. -[Richard huffs]

[Principal Brown gasps]

If it helps end whatever that was, then go for it.

[rhythmic hand claps]

[huffing]

Dad, Dad, remember the routine?

-Come on! -Oh, oh yeah!

[inhales, grunts]

Woo! [huffing]

Yeah!

[continues huffing]

[laughs heartily]

-[gasps in terror] -[intense music playing]

Mom?

[gasps]

-[tape rattling] -[music stops]

[pants]

Mom, what are you doing here?

Richie, I'm retired.

I ain't got nothing to do.

So I walk around and waltz into whatever open public event.

Graduation ceremonies, trials, cookouts in the park.

I like sports tryouts the most.

For some reason, seeing others fail miserably

makes me feel better about my own mistakes.

[soft gasp, whimpers]

Hey, come on, Dad.

Keep your head up.

Remember our secret?

Oh, yeah!

Mom, I don't need your support.

Because now I have...

Alexandria Cheerleader.

Richard, that's a tennis ball with googly eyes stuck to it.

[gasps]

[dramatic music playing]

No, Dad, don't listen to her.

[gasps, whimpers]

[ancestors clamoring]

[dramatic music continues]

[rhythmic stomps and claps]

[in unison] Richard! When you're feeling a little blue,

remember that we all believe in you.

[both] Richard!

[in unison] When you're feeling a little blue,

-remember that... -[clamoring fades]

...we all believe in you.

So go, go, go, go, go!

Go, go, go, go!

-[determined grunting] -Go, go, go!

[shouts] Go!

[grunting continues]

[screams]

[scared shouting]

[screaming continues]

[upbeat music playing]

[crowd exclaiming]

[gasps]

[gasps]

[both straining]

[grunting]

[both gasp]

[exclaiming]

[dreamy music playing]

-[crashes] -[shattering]

[gasps in disbelief]

-[gasps in awe] -[crowd cheering]

[grunts in approval]

-[chuckles] -[crashes]

Oh, wow!

[overlapping chatter]

That's my Richard.

No!

That's our Richard.

[uplifting music playing]

Well, dude, I think we're suffering some trauma,

but at least it's not intergenerational.

[weakly] Give me an E, give me an R.

[closing theme music playing]