Why do we have to give them away?
These toys have sentimental value!
It's not like anyone else will love them like we do!
Dude, we've locked them in the attic for, like, seven years.
Wow! Why did we ever stop playing with this thing?
It was awesome!
Twist me!
Hold me...
Squeeze me...
Mm.
It never sounded as kid-friendly after we dropped it.
But, look, remember our old digi-pet?
We had to feed it and change it's diaper and stuff!
Hmm. Out of batteries.
Mighty Flyz!
Mighty Flyz takes no responsibility
for any limbs, eyes, or innocence lost
when enjoying the Mighty Flyz line of products.
What else could we give away?
You've not seen them yet, but, no.
Seen what? No!
Grady, Frank, and Howdy!
Aw, Gumball, we have to play with...
No!
But why?
'Cause we're too old to play with toys and dolls.
Playing never goes out of date.
Playing with dolls means you'll never go out on a date.
Come on, man. Time to grow up.
You're right.
I need to learn to let things go.
That's it.
Trust me, you'll thank me
when your teenage years kick in.
I know.
Hello, guys!
Hello!
Ew! What's that smell?
Morning breath can be quite bad
when you've been asleep in a shoe box for seven years!
Come on, Frank, I'm sure Darwin had a perfectly good reason
to leave us in there in endless darkness
with only dust mites for food
and our love for him to keep us warm, right?
What was that?
That was the weight of guilt, Howdy.
I'm sorry. We ditched you guys
the Christmas we got our first game console.
That's okay. We still love you.
And you'll never put us back in the box, will you?
I promise.
And we'll have fun forever and ever?
I promise.
And you'll never take us
off your hands again, right?
I promise.
Sorry, but you did make me promise.
Ooh! Where have you been all my life?
Mmm, sitting here, wondering what went wrong with mine,
while eating cheese.
Well, one ticket to kiss-town, please.
What the? Dude!
Call me.
Dude, the school bus is a total write-off!
I guess that's what happens when you put a 15-ton vehicle
in the limp little hands of a ventriloquist's dummy.
Hey, what's wrong with being a puppet?
Big talk from someone so short
you can see his feet on his yearbook photo.
What's your problem, man?
And what's with the voice?
My problem is that your butt
is twice as wide as your shoulders,
but your brain is half the size of your head.
Oh! Anything else?
No. I could try to insult your face,
but I think nature's already done enough damage.
At least that solves the problem
of how to eat without your hands.
Oh, my goodness!
Who skinned those puppets?
Shh! Those are my socks,
and keep it down or Gumball will hear you.
Did you say something? No.
Then who were you just talking to?
Nobody.
Ah, I knew it!
Guys, you don't even have lungs.
Oh, yeah! Darwin, we've been over this.
You don't understand! They're more than just...
Darwin, dude, can you cover yourself up first?
Oh, yeah, sorry.
But Gumball, we're more than just puppets!
Darwin, you know who talks through puppets?
Crazy people and people who want to make a living
as a ventriloquist.
So, yeah, crazy people, basically.
Gumball, we need you, too.
Who's gonna play with Grady?
Dude, no, just take them off.
No! The fun will never end!
Darwin, stop!
Wait. What are we doing?
Finally! Thank you.
You're supposed to fold over, not under!
Frank, stop it!
Ow! No, you stop!
You both stop!
Ow! No, you stop!
Aha!
You used up all the water.
Darwin, when I said grow up,
I didn't mean go straight to the part
where you're in a retirement home
screaming at chairs and biting the nurses!
No! Please, don't do this!
You don't understand! They're alive!
No, they are not!
No! Not the shoe box!
It's almost as dark as your soul in here!
Oh!
Oh.
Yeah, uh, dude, they're not the ones who need help.
Frank, you okay? You don't look quite yourself.
Maybe there's something I haven't digested properly.
Whoa!
Frank, wrong body!
Oh...
Okay, let's go.
Okay, the bedroom's just at the top of the stairs.
Wait.
No!
Come on, breathe!
What have you done?
We taught that thing a lesson for replacing us.
I'm not talking to you!
I'm talking to Darwin!
Why did you go fish them out of the trash?
He made a promise never to abandon us.
You can't make a promise to an object!
That's like getting married to a fridge,
or keeping a secret for a shoe.
And please stop talking through these puppets!
He can't. He lives in our world now.
And if you want to see him again,
you, too, will have to come and play.
Darwin, wake up!
Wake up!
Thank you, Master Gumball.
I missed you greatly all these years.
Now, shall we go and find Master Darwin?
Wait, how do you know what happened?
Just because I've been unable to talk
does not mean I've been unable to see.
Remind me to apologize to Anais' dolls.
They're right next to my underpants drawer.
They've seen a lot.
What the what?
What happened to me? Wait...
If that worried you, sir, I advise you not to look down.
Okay, Gumball.
Focus on the task at hand... Not hand!
Focus on the task a-hand. Ahead... task ahead!
Shh...
Shush.
Can you hear that, Master Gumball?
This way.
Wow! Look at all the things we imagined when we use to play.
Hey, look! High-five Guy!
Ah, good to see you, man.
It's Sammy Sunscream, the screaming sun!
The Tree of Permanent Happiness!
I wish I could feel other things.
Bird-Plane-Bird!
Please stay focused, sir.
Master Darwin needs you.
Yeah, you're right.
So stop distracting me, Keyboard Dog.
Here we are.
You did it wrong with that first cake.
What was that?
A dramatic record scratch sound.
Dude, we gotta go!
This is all a trap to keep you playing with them forever!
You're wrong.
You see, there are three of us, Master Gumball,
and Darwin only has two hands.
This was a trap for you.
Dum-dum-dum.
What was that?
A dramatic music cue.
It would've been better if my voice wasn't so flat.
Wait, what's that?
The end of the fun.
Run!
No!
Is it me, or is that kind of underwhelming?
Yeah. I sort of thought
everything would explode or something.
Wait. Isn't this all imaginary?
Oh, good point.
No!
I will have my revenge!
Oh!
Sure you're okay with me giving away your old toys?
Yeah, pretty sure.