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Robinson's House

[Mr. Robinson mowing the grass.]

Gaylord: Ahhh... Perfect.

[Mrs. Robinson talking gibberish.]

Gaylord: Hmm?

[Mr. Robinson noticing the grass.]

Gaylord: Its just a little mistake, Margaret. Everyone makes mistakes. [whispers] Our marriage is a permanent reminder of that.

[Mr. Robinson mowing the grass again.]

Gaylord: There. Now it is truly perfect.

[Mrs. Robinson talking gibberish again.]

[Mr. Robinson noticing the grass again.]

Gaylord: [grunts] Now all the other grass is too long!

[Mr. Robinson pulls the grass then the other grass shrinks and Mr. Robinson smashing the lawn mower in anger.]

[Mrs. Robinson talking gibberish again.]

Gaylord: It's not my fault, and I'm not a bald purple thumb shaped... [Whispers to Mrs. Robinson] Sorry, what does "meh-meh" mean again?

[Mrs. Robinson talking gibberish again.]

Gaylord: I'M NOT A BALD PURPLE THUMB SHAPED TEABAG WITH AN 8 POUND NOSE, AND I REFUSE TO MOW THIS LAWN AGAIN!

[Gumball and Darwin smash the fence.]

Gumball and Darwin: [They tell him with joy.] WE'LL DO IT!

Gaylord: No, I'm having a nice relaxing morning with my wife and I don't need... Ah!

[Gumball and Darwin mowing the lawn.]

Gumball: [Whispers to Darwin] You got something in your teeth.

[Darwin spits out a gnome.]

[Mrs. Robinson talking gibberish again.]

Gaylord: [Noticing the grass again] Huh?

Gumball: Don't worry! I got this. [Pulls the grass and everything tumbles.]

[Mr. Robinson shouts at Gumball and Darwin then his stuffing pops out.]

Gaylord: I think I need to lie down... on my face. [Falls on his face.]

[Ambulance siren sounds.]

Bandage Nurse: Madame, your husband's anger levels have caused him to lose a lot of stuffing. He's gonna need a transfusion. Does he have any direct family member we could ask?

[Mrs. Robinson talking gibberish again.]

Bandage Nurse: Alright. Well, that made no sense. Does anyone here talk with words?

Darwin: You could ask his son, Rocky. He's a janitor, at our school.

[Mr. Robinson wakes up.]

Gaylord: I want nothing for that loser! He's an embarassment to the Robinson name! I'd rather get stuffing from a turkey... Aaaahhh! [Passes out again.]

[Mrs. Robinson talking gibberish again.]

Gumball: Don't worry, Mrs. Robinson. We'll get Rocky and save your husband!

Margaret: [Steals Mr. Robinson's wallet] Meh?

Gumball: [sighs then whispers] Nice.

At School

[Gumball and Darwin looking at Rocky.]

Darwin: What's the best way to break bad news to someone?

Gumball: Oh, I know! With a song!

[Gumball dancing.]

Gumball: [sings] ♪Hey Rocky, we got some awful news! Your dad is sick 'cos we made him blow a fuse! Yeah! You got a better idea?

Darwin: No, I got a much better idea. We just need to sweeten the news a little bit.

[Gumball holding a brownie.]

Rocky: Ah! Brownie! Sweet! [Eats the brownie, causing him to choke, collapse and spit out the message which says "YOUR DAD is iLL".]

The Janitor's Closet

Rocky: Oh. Man, this is pretty hard to digest.

Gumball: Too much butter?

Rocky: I meant the news about my dad.

@@ Line 7: / Line 7: @@
 :{{d|Mr. Robinson}}: Hmm?
 [''Mr. Robinson noticing the grass''.]
-:{{d|Mr. Robinson}}: Its just a little mistake, Margaret, everyone makes mistakes. [Whispers] Our marriage is a permanent reminder of that.
+:{{d|Mr. Robinson}}: Its just a little mistake, Margaret. Everyone makes mistakes. [whispers] Our marriage is a permanent reminder of that.
 [''Mr. Robinson mowing the grass again''.]
-:{{d|Mr. Robinson}}: There, now it is truly perfect.
+:{{d|Mr. Robinson}}: There. Now it is truly perfect.
 [''Mrs. Robinson talking gibberish again''.]
@@ Line 33: / Line 33: @@
 :{{d|Mr. Robinson}}: I think I need to lie down... on my face. [''Falls on his face''.]
 [''Ambulance siren sounds''.]
-:{{d|Bandage Nurse}}: Madame, your husband's anger levels have caused him to lose a lot of stuffing, he's gonna need a transfusion. Does he have any direct family member we could ask?
+:{{d|Bandage Nurse}}: Madame, your husband's anger levels have caused him to lose a lot of stuffing. He's gonna need a transfusion. Does he have any direct family member we could ask?
 [''Mrs. Robinson talking gibberish again''.]
 :{{d|Bandage Nurse}}: Alright. Well, that made no sense. Does anyone here talk with words?
@@ Line 40: / Line 40: @@
 :{{d|Mr. Robinson}}: I want nothing for that loser! He's an embarassment to the Robinson name! I'd rather get stuffing from a turkey... Aaaahhh! [''Passes out again''.]
 [''Mrs. Robinson talking gibberish again''.]
-:{{d|Gumball}}: Don't worry, Mrs. Robinson, we'll get Rocky and save your husband!
+:{{d|Gumball}}: Don't worry, Mrs. Robinson. We'll get Rocky and save your husband!
 :{{d|Mrs. Robinson}}: [Steals Mr. Robinson's wallet] Meh?
 :{{d|Gumball}}: [sighs then whispers] Nice.