Original subtitles

[opening theme music playing]

[pleasant music playing]

[footsteps approaching]

[footsteps receding]

[footsteps approaching]

[footsteps receding]

There's something different about Joe.

But I can't put my finger on it.

Dude, let me borrow your finger.

[exclaiming smugly, grunting]

[exclaims, grunts]

Hmm.

Yeah. I get what you're saying.

[Joe grunting]

Yeah, a new haircut, maybe.

Hmm. [smacks lips] Still looks very much uncut.

Huh?

[grunts]

Hey... Joe.

Have you, like... Have you, like, ripened?

No. We're late bloomers in my family.

There's something different about you, though.

Is it a weird banana thing?

Like, are you making seeds or...

growing a twin from your head?

What the? No!

You got a girlfriend?

No. We bananas are late... bloomers.

Ah-ha! You've understood

that you were nothing before being born.

And that sent you into a cosmic crisis about life

that left you changed forever?

No. I'm already one with my ancestors.

We share a connection passed on through our...

genes.

Meh. I don't know then.

[groaning] Pants!

I'm wearing beautiful, wide-legged, spun-cotton,

stone-washed, perfectly-cut, classically top-stitched,

asset-enhancing pants.

Oh, yeah.

[groaning]

[gags]

[explosion]

Is he all right?

Gumball struggles with change.

But don't worry.

-You look great. -Thanks.

[explosion]

-[explosion] -[fire alarm beeping]

-[rapid explosions] -[exclaims]

-[indistinct chatter] -[muted groans]

Wow. This pants thing really got into your head,

-didn't it? -[muted groans]

♪ Pants, banana Pants, pants, banana ♪

♪ Pants, banana Pants, pants, banana ♪

[rapid explosions]

Dude, you're being a literal boomer.

Why are you so preoccupied with what Banana Joe wears?

He's a banana. His skin is his clothes.

Him wearing pants is a hat-on-a-hat situation,

mittens-over-gloves, socks-on-tights.

He's doubling up.

Maybe you should just talk to him

if it's bothering you so much.

Hmm.

Gumball, thanks for the feedback.

I hear what you're trying to stitch together.

[laughing]

But I'm a pants guy now. That's the truth.

Maybe you could style them differently?

Okay, okay, okay.

What if I do this?

It's not a question of length.

It's...

It's that you're wearing pants at all.

Okay.

What if I do this? Huh?

Uh, no.

-Okay. What if I do this? -[zipper whirring]

[grunts]

I can still see your stalk.

[sighs wearily] But what if I do this?

It, uh... It just feels wrong, man.

What about this?

[grunting]

You're just making it worse!

Well, I'm not taking my pants off!

-[shushes] -Quite.

This is the library.

Exactly, Gumball. Shush. Accept it.

I'm a pants guy now.

[grunting haughtily]

I hate to see him go,

but I love to watch him leave.

[indistinct chatter]

-[humming] -[retching]

[retching]

What's up with you, dude?

It's not like you to yuck someone else's yum.

[thuds]

Elmore High is a delicate ecosystem

with precariously balanced and extremely fragile egos.

Banana Joe is making a fashion statement

that could have a serious...

button-fly effect.

[Darwin] Huh?

You know, like... like butterfly effect?

Yeah, I don't know. I was trying something out.

But you can't just start wearing pants out of nowhere!

Is it really that bad?

It just raises weird questions for everyone.

How? It's not like there's a dress code in Elmore.

How do you decide what's appropriate

and what's not?

Take Carrie.

Did she die wearing a hair clip?

Hey! I was born a ghost.

Oh, okay.

So you spent your whole afterlife

not putting clothes on?

Is that appropriate?

-[groans softly] -[splattering]

What about Penny?

-She used to wear a shell. -[gasps]

-And now nothing. -[gasps]

[sighs]

What about this bachelorette-party outfit?

-Oh-- -Or this guy?

Straight up Porky Pig-ing it in just a T-shirt.

[groaning] No!

She's the only one

-dressed up normally. -Huh?

Is this supposed to be the norm?

[chuckles]

Same with you, Gumball.

As a cat, the only thing you should be wearing

is this...

-[cat meowing] -[seagulls squawking]

...once a year for Halloween.

The rest of the time, it will be this.

[dramatic music playing]

[gasps]

[exclaiming scornfully]

I'm not gonna waste my time explaining it to you.

Your behavior is hem-barrassing.

[exclaiming scornfully]

I kind of feel like I'm in one of those nightmares

where you're naked at school right now.

[splattering]

[Penny singing indistinctly]

Joe opened a can of worms, man.

It's unpicking the whole social fabric,

one stitch at a time.

Look at what it's done to you.

Look at what it's done to them!

[straining]

-[muffled] Sorry. -[muffled] Sorry.

Cover it up. Cover it up.

Cover it up! [yelps]

[yelps]

[yelps, shudders]

[straining]

[grunting]

[groaning]

-[thuds] -[gasps]

[energy warbling]

It's like a runway show for literal fashion victims.

Hey, guys, what do you think is the most appropriate way

of wearing pants for me?

[both] Uh...

I just don't know what to do anymore.

I just don't know what to do!

[electricity crackling, warbling]

[Penny grunting]

I can't see in this thing.

[yelps, thuds]

I think his pants are awesome,

but clothes on top of his clothes is so meta

it's breaking the Elmore universe,

which we gotta avoid.

[Joe moaning] Oh, yeah.

Oh. That's a good lunge.

Oh, yeah. That... That burns deep.

Oh, that's good. Yeah.

[moaning] Oh, yeah.

[both shudder]

-[all groaning] -Wait.

I might have an idea

on how to communicate that to him.

[toilet flushing]

Huh?

Hey, dude.

What's cracking?

-[laughs] -[sighing impatiently]

[eerie music playing]

Huh? Something's going on.

But what?

Oh, I don't know.

It's probably just this new graffiti here.

-[laughing] -[sighing]

No.

[squelching]

Huh?

Is it me,

or is there a draft in here? [chuckles]

[sighs wearily]

Huh?

[indistinct chatter]

Oh! What a beautiful day! [chuckles]

[sighing grimly]

[exclaiming suspiciously]

Something's weird.

[grunts]

[mystical music playing]

Oh, what could it possibly be?

Don't tell me.

Everyone has started...

moisturizing.

That's a really weird guess. No.

You all learned how to juggle?

Come on. Make an effort, please.

You all got telepathic hive mind.

I can feel you're communicating

feelings of frustration right now.

[sighing impatiently] Okay.

Cue the parents. [snaps fingers]

-[sinister music playing] -[footsteps approaching]

Mom? Dad?

You left your packed lunch at home today, honey.

Mom,

why are there two of you?

What do you mean? I'm your dad.

No, you're not. My dad has a mustache,

and you haven't got any...

-[surreal music playing] -[groaning]

[groaning]

[stuttering] No.

It's... It's weird.

It is too weird.

[chuckling] Now you know how we feel.

[gasping] No! This is... This is all wrong.

And now, I... I'm just overdressed. I...

[exclaiming in horror]

[engine accelerating]

[shuddering, teeth clattering]

Dude, you look cold.

Here, take this.

[closing theme music playing]