Gumball, look. There's a new exotic-food section.
Cowboy caviar?
Yum! What is it?
Uh, eggs... from...
cowboys.
I'm judging, from your expression,
that my life will be better if I just believe that.
Ugh! Look at this one, Darwin.
"Minced fat and connective tissues in a cellulose casing,
sprayed with liquid flavoring and salt water"?
That's the worst thing I've ever...
Well, what do you know? It's just hot dogs.
It's not as weird as powdered goat milk.
Who needs that?
A lactose-intolerant astronaut.
Chi-Chi, look. There's a new exotic-food section.
Ew! Look at this one, Ribbit.
"Minced fat and connective tissues in a cellulose casing"?
Uh, what is going on here?
You want to copy, huh?
Well... copy this!
Na, na, na, na!
Ha! I just made you eat cowboy caviar.
Dude, he's standing next to the lychees.
Wait. So...
- Ugh. - Ugh.
Stop it! It makes me want to ralph when other people "Ugh!"
Ugh!
Ug h! UgUgh! h!
Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!
So, we were in the exotic-food aisle,
and they were copying everything we did.
Exotic food!
They were like us, but fake, like margarine to our butter.
Margarine and butter!
Seriously. It was like looking in a mirror made of meat.
Mirror!
Are you even listening to what we're saying?
Oh, honey, everyone has a doppelganger.
Remember that sunburnt guy's belly that looked like Anais?
Hmph. You don't understand.
They were literally copying everything we...
There they are!
What the...
- Look at this! - Click "translate."
Oh, here's my doppelganger, Chi-Chi.
"This goat is attention of the center.
He is serious. Don't you trust him?
A heavy party love hero,
with powerful personality defectives."
That makes no sense. Look at mine.
"Ribbit. This frog is a frog, but why?
He is so green and mighty, you wouldn't trust him with lunch.
What's that? Yes, he is determined."
Apparently, I'm a tired, lazy belly male lurking inside sofa.
Watch him obnoxious. Laugh and spoil yourself.
I think I just spoiled myself a little.
Look at mine. Wowee! What a mother.
Who cares if she's annoying? You?"
What's my doppelganger like?
- Deleted. - What? Why?
Because... "Woman no right to celebrate
in republic of people."
It's funny 'cause I don't understand.
Wait. This isn't funny at all!
Exactly. I'm not part of it because I'm a girl.
Psht! No.
I mean, these guys have their own TV show,
and they're ripping us off.
Look at this.
The kids you decided to have.
These guys are making money
out of our lives while we're broke!
Come on. We're not that broke.
Mom, we're so broke that we give "you owe mes" to charity.
Mm. Yeah, you're right. We should sue them.
Guys, a lawyer would cost way to much dough.
How much dough?
Like thousands of dollars.
I mean how much in cookie dough?
Millions of tons.
Aah! Aah! Aah!
Wait a minute. How could they copy that?
It literally just happened.
What the what? What the what?
Arhhh! Arhhh!
All right.
Hmm. Hmm. Hmm. Hmm.
Let's settle this in a civilized manner.
Hi. My name is Gumball.
Hi. My name is Chi-Chi.
Stop repeating everything I say!
But when someone says "hi," you say "hi," too!
Hyah!
Fight, you coward!
Hyah! Hyah!
Ow. Ow.
Uh... sorry. Uh... sorry.
Hi... Aah! Hi... Aah!
- Hyah! Hyah! Unh! - Hyah! Hyah! Hyah!
Aah! Aah!
Mmm! Mmm!
Are we done here?
- Yeah, I think she is. - Yeah, I think she is.
Aah! Aah!
Okay, fighting clearly isn't working.
Maybe we should help them find their own identities.
Why should we help those bootleg butt-clowns?
Mm, because... in the end,
isn't identity theft the most sincere form of flattery?
Hmm. Hmm. Hmm. Hmm.
You know, Anais is right.
Maybe they just need a little push in the right direction.
Dagnabit! We'll never get rid of them!
Ugh.
Dagnabit!
We'll never get rid of them!
Ugh.
Wait a minute. They copy literally everything.
Gumball, are you thinking what I'm thinking?
No. Chi-Chi's thinking what I'm thinking.
Exactly! Let them copy you... at their own risk.
You guys still don't get it, do you?
No. No. No.
Just live your life as dangerously as possible
and hope they off themselves trying to copy you.
Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!
How delightfully malicious.
The moment's passed now.
Hmph.
Oh, wait. Dad, aren't you forgetting something?
I left the iron on.
I left the candle burning next to the curtains.
I forgot to leave the stove on!
- Where are we going? - To the hospital.
I'm gonna donate an organ of their choice.
Hyah! Aah!
What? They gave him my kidney?
And then he donated it to someone else?
I guess we're gonna have to take this one step further.
Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm.
Uh, guys, am I the only one who understands
what it means to go one step further
than almost kicking the bucket?
This is a terrible idea!
Then why did you come along?
Because... I'm tired of being left out.
Okay. So, what do we do now?
I think the time has come to scream helplessly.
Aah! Aah! Aah! Aah!
Shush! Think! Has anyone got an idea?
Yes. We go faster?
We go slower?
Uh... then no.
I've got this.
Never mind.
Has anyone else got an idea?
We jump.
Okay, back to screaming?
Wait! I've got an idea.
We need to unhook the tank.
How? The space between the truck and the tank is too tight.
For you guys maybe, but not for me.
Good job sweethea...
We're alive!
I guess they should have kept the little sister.
What do you mean?
Uh, you guys good?
No!
Eh, good enough.
Nope. No more videos.
I guess they're too messed up to be on TV now.
That'll teach them for trying to replace us.
Yeah, as if anyone else could do what I do.
Yeah, we're irreplaceable!