![]() ![]() I mean it would take at least a few hours– Darwin: Yes. Gumball: To be honest, one minute doesn't really make any sense either. Gumball: You just couldn't keep your mouth shut, could you? You just had to mention it! Darwin: You mentioned it! Darwin: You're right! We've only got three minutes to make it to school! Gumball: Thinking about it, how did we get so far in the desert in only four seconds? Gumball: You don't have time for the blame game. Darwin: See? Not everything has to end in some mad stunt. Gumball: Can someone push us off the bus, please? Alison: With pleasure. So how bad would it really be if we got expelled from school? Darwin: Well, we will probably never get a job, slowly drift away from society, live in the sewers, eat toxic waste, mutate and end up in a freak show with fingers instead of teeth. Gumball and Darwin: WHAT!? Darwin: We're running out of time! Gumball: We're gonna have to jump off the bus. Can someone please tell us how long it will take to get to Elmore High? Alison: This bus is going to Richwood. My brother had some very suburban preconceptions about what the city bus was like, and he behaved like a complete dipstick. Please, I beg you! Just just don't hit the face… Gumball: What is this? Alison: Clam juice and tomato. What, as in like whaaa? Gary: What? Alison: Sh! Gumball: What!? Gumball: WHAT!? Gary: What? Gumball: What? Gary: What? Gumball: No. Darwin: So, what do we do? Gumball: Anybody who looks at you sideways, you just drop 'em. Gumball: It is filled with filthy carnivores, dangerous scavengers, and poisonous reptiles– basically people who don't own a car. What's so bad about the public bus? Gumball: It's a zoo in there. Gumball: I really don't want to say this, but there's only one solution left: we're gonna have to get. Darwin: Eh, it just feels longer when you look at the clock. We've been running for hours! Gumball: Ugh, you've gotta be kidding. Racing Against Time Darwin: I can't keep going like this forever. Darwin: Well, I think we should run before we get expelled. I think we should try and figure out what's causing it. Darwin: She said "If you turn up late again, I'll have no choice but to expel you both!" Gumball: EXPEL?! All I remember is that I never noticed before how the top of her head looks like Mount Fuji. Lucy Simian: …and if you turn up late again, I will have no choice but to… Gumball (present): No. Secondly, that looked like "Darwin ate a taco, played a sad song on a keytar, his head exploded, and then he fired lasers out of his fingers." Gumball: That would be a good excuse, though. It's because Darwin made a bad taco, and, well…" Darwin: First of all, don't diss Mexican food, because it rocks. We need something embarrassing that Miss Simian totally wouldn't want to know about like "sorry, Miss. Gumball: Alright! What we need is a good excuse. Darwin: Dude, you look like you fell from the seventh floor. ![]() Gumball: I just found the perfect position. Darwin: That was an hour ago! Snooze time goes faster than regular time. ![]() Darwin: But you've already pressed the snooze button! Gumball: That was five minutes ago. Late for School Darwin: Wake up! We're gonna be late for school! Gumball: Ugh. ![]()
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