Original subtitles

[opening theme music playing]

[Gumball and Darwin] Ugh!

What is that?

I don't know.

Making food without Mom is hard.

Everything in this fridge is so outdated.

Hashtag Hashbrowns?

Ugh! Is this dressing blue and black?

Looks white and gold to me.

[chuckles] Dude, look.

I think the next thing to expire is Dad.

So I had to hardwire the gradient system

so I could localize aeration effectively.

The polarizing magnetic output had to be...

[chuckling]

Dude, I think this used to be milk.

[splats]

[gasps]

Five, four, three, two...

Dad, what was that?

The five-second rule.

It is the fundamental rule of the galaxy

and the code by which I live,

to eat any food left on the floor

within five seconds.

After that, it is lost forever.

Dad, that milk was rotten.

[rumbling]

-[slaps] -Oh, be quiet.

Expiration dates are

more of a loose suggestion anyway.

Now, go on, honey. What were you saying?

Well, basically, this device can give organic matter

the ability to intelligently...

Sorry. What was that?

It gives organic matter the...

Sorry, you were saying?

Ah, forget it.

I'll just show you.

[crackles]

[parched voice] Water me!

[wheezes] Or give me death.

[Richard and Darwin] Whoa!

Truly horrifying.

-Here, let me try. -Gumball!

[multiple voices] We are many.

We are colony, so we shall rise.

-Whoa! -Ooh!

Let's see what this hot dog bun is thinking about.

It won't work on that.

-It's not organic. -Said so on the packaging.

Why are you trying to silence the hot dog?

No! Give it back!

What secrets does it have on you?

Dad, you ate my invention!

Aww! Sorry, honey.

It was the five-second rule.

[sighs] It's okay.

I guess I was foolish to expect you

to understand what I made anyway.

-Anais, I'm sorr-- -[rumbling]

-[feedback on radio] -I understand, Anais.

Hello there.

Well, that's new.

[both scream]

I've heard some disturbing sounds

come out of Dad's gut,

but this... this...

Actually, this doesn't break the top three.

Wow. The device.

-Uh-- -It-It must have...

Combined with the stomach lining,

causing the exogenous contrast agents

to amplify even further?

Y-Yeah. How did you know?

Your father's eating habits

have exposed me to so many digestive challenges

that my intellect far exceeds that of a regular stomach.

Uh, you're welcome?

And now, thanks to you, Anais, I have a voice.

Uh, how come it's not muffled though,

like the device is inside the stomach?

I'm utilizing the acoustics of two of your dad's orifices.

-One is-- -Uh...

I don't think we need to know.

Anais, I think your invention is incredible,

and I'd love to run some further tests.

Let's enjoy a day full of intellectual activities.

-I'd love to! -That is,

if it's okay with your father.

Uh... Well...

Please, Dad, please?

Uh...

Anything for my girl.

I think that's checkmate. [laughs]

Whoa! I've never seen

the Albin Counter done so effectively.

Ah, I mean, you kind of had me at D5.

[giggles]

You guys have to help me.

This new dad is so smart,

he's going to take Anais away from me.

How would he take her away from you?

Not actually. It's just like in a feelings kind of way.

Like, you know, like-- [sighs]

I wish there was a word for this.

[Gut Dad] It's "metaphorically."

You mean to say I'm metaphorically

taking your daughter away from you.

Well, I'm fling flong flabbibly not gonna let that happen.

Dad, uh, "metaphorically" is a real word.

Oh. What do I do?

Why don't you prove you are smart

-by beating them? -Hmm.

I'm here to take you down, evil king!

[grunting, imitating explosions]

Uh...

-Checkmate? -[Gut Dad] Hmm.

I think they called that one "the Fool's Gambit."

[both laugh]

-[groans] -[both grunt disapprovingly]

[playing experimental jazz music]

Hey, Anais, how about a snack break?

The only break we need

is from that cavernous appetite of yours.

Hey, don't talk to the top of our dad like that,

-weird lower Dad. -Hmph!

Guys, what do I do?

I can't play this weird trumpet thing.

Dad, just imagine it's like the TV remote.

You're watching Monster Trucks Makeover.

Then you switch over to Blind Baking Boxers,

then over to the cartoon channels,

then back in time to Season 17 of Snog Island.

Oi, babe. Did you snog him?

Did you snog him though?

Hmm?

[playing jazz tune]

Um, excuse me. Can you keep it down?

We're trying to play here.

Oh, I thought you were just warming up.

Dad, we're playing improvisational jazz.

Yes, and Anais was playing

some of the most intricate formations

I've ever heard before someone interrupted.

It's okay. Let's just take it from the top.

Yes.

Let's take it from the top.

[groans]

[groans] I'm so hungry.

I've never gone this long without... [gasps]

What? Where's all the food?

I removed it while you were taking a nap.

That stuff is garbage anyway.

-[gasps] -Don't you dare!

That thing is beyond disgusting!

[grunting]

Let me...

[Gut Dad] Stop! No! No snacking for you!

-Snack time! -[Gut Dad] Stop it!

[grunting]

[groaning]

[Anais] Dad, where are you?

[both] Be right there, honey.

Oh! [growls]

Whoa, Dad, you really don't look good.

But this painting does.

You think she'll like it?

Oh, she's gonna love it.

Ah, yes. The speed and anxiety of modern life.

Yet there is conflict.

Do I sense conflict, Anais?

-Oh! Um... -Dude!

You couldn't even think of anything to paint.

Yes, to the untrained eye, maybe,

but it actually conveys

the complete lack of intelligence

this family possesses.

Right, Anais? [laughs]

[laughs dryly] Yeah.

Well, Dad did the best one anyway.

-Look. -Wait, wait. Gumball, don't.

We can actually see what it is.

[gasps]

I know it's not very good.

Literalism. How achingly passe. [laughs]

Not to worry. I can fix it.

I'm so hungry.

Dad, are you okay?

Maybe it would be best

to just let him take over for a bit.

First intelligent idea you've ever had.

You deserve a dad who knows what a meta... [groans]

Dad!

-[crashes] -[Darwin] Whoa!

-Uh, Mr. Dad! -Dad?

What?

[roaring]

[all exclaim]

What have you done with my dad?

Join me, Anais.

Together, we can build many more devices,

transforming guts around the world

and bringing forth a new dawn of humanity!

No way!

Give me my dad back.

Your dad is gone, Anais.

[yells]

Is that bellybutton fluff?

It is an organic pathway

to a new enlightened interconnected ecosystem.

So, yes?

Whoa!

Guys, I'm sorry.

This is all my fault.

No, it's not.

I forgot to flush last time I was in here.

I was in a hurry. The school bus was coming,

-and I was-- -No, I meant with Dad.

-Oh. -[flushes]

It's okay, Anais.

We've all wished Dad could be a bit more...

well, less Dad.

-[banging on door] -[roars]

But I do wish he was here right now.

What's wrong with him?

He's turned into, like, a used wet trash bag.

He must be too weak.

I don't think he's eaten anything

since this morning.

[gasps] I know what to do.

Open the door and follow my lead.

C-Can you tell us your plan first?

Yeah, like explain it before we open the door.

No. It's more dramatic this way.

Where did he go?

[growling]

[all grunting, shouting]

Oh, no, it's empty.

Wait, look.

-[thuds] -[all gasp]

There'll be no more dinner for Daddy, I'm afraid.

Try and slow it down.

I'll get the yogurt.

[grunting]

It's frozen solid.

[laughing]

[laughs] Take that. Hyah!

[groans] Stop it!

Here. Take the whole drawer!

Now, that's what I call an acid reflex.

[grunts]

Got it! Now I just have--

I don't think so, darling.

[grunts]

I thought you were smarter than this.

You could have learned so much from me.

[grunts]

Five, four...

-W-What are you doing? -...three...

-Why are you counting? -...two,

-one. -[gasps]

No, no, no. What's happening?

What have you put inside me?

[groaning] What is this?

[screaming]

[farts]

Hey, kids, I'm back.

-Dad! -Dad!

-Kids! I've missed you so much. -You're back! [chuckles]

Dad, I'm sorry I sided with that Gut Dad.

I guess it was tempting to be around someone super smart.

Hey, he couldn't have been that intelligent

if he wasn't smart enough to love you three.

-[stomach rumbling] -Oh.

Now, if you'll excuse me, please.

[vomiting]

Hey, guys, I brought home...

-dinner? -I could eat.

[closing theme music playing]