The Finale

Consequences

 * Oh, that reminds me. Look at what I found in the attic.
 * Oh wow, the family photo album!
 * Let's open it and remember all the zany adventures we've had.
 * Oh, that's the time we left you in charge, and you all flooded the house. Do you remember?
 * Do I remember!
 * We must have fallen four thousand feet straight onto the sidewalk, and walked away without a bruise.
 * Oh, and look. That's the house twenty minutes after being irreparably water damaged.
 * Is it me, or did we all look a bit... off?
 * Let's look at another. Haha, do you remember the time we swallowed Mr. Dad's supplements and turned into men?
 * Hey Hector's mom, what brings you here?
 * Do you remember the time when your kids wound up my boy and he went on a rampage?
 * Oh yeah, I remember...
 * Enough flashbacking! If you remember well, seventy-five percent of Elmore was destroyed and somebody has to pay for it!
 * You mean it didn't all end well like it always does?
 * Here's your half of the bill for the reconstruction work. Why are you looking so surprised? Did you really think we lived in some sort of fairy tale? 'Cuz wake up buddy, we don't.
 * Weird, that lady gnome seems to think that things we've done in the past have consequences in the now.
 * Is there an adult in the house?
 * Oh, hi Principal Brown.
 * I'm afraid I have some not-very shocking news. It appears that Gumball and Darwin have to restart school from kindergarten.
 * ,, and :  What? Why!?
 * Because all you do at school is argue about your little problems and aggravate students and staff members until they go nuts and chase you through the halls. None of which makes for a decent education!
 * I'm hyperventilating.
 * Stop it. You're making me hyperventilate!
 * Oh, hello officer. Really? I don't remember any reckless driving. Right... well I think I just won't pay the fines and wait for this to all blow over. Bye.
 * Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. If you don't pay, they could send you to jail.
 * That's exactly what he said, but don't worry. I've been imprisoned heaps of times. They put you in then straight away you're just not in there anymore.
 * This bill is eight hundred thousand dollars. It says if we don't pay by tomorrow, then they can take our house away. What is going on today?
 * It seems the results of all our reckless actions are finally catching up with us.
 * and : We need to do something!
 * You're right! But this time instead of diving head-first into whatever stupid idea, we should- and... they're gone.
 * Oh, hello officer. Really? I don't remember any reckless driving. Right... well I think I just won't pay the fines and wait for this to all blow over. Bye.
 * Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. If you don't pay, they could send you to jail.
 * That's exactly what he said, but don't worry. I've been imprisoned heaps of times. They put you in then straight away you're just not in there anymore.
 * This bill is eight hundred thousand dollars. It says if we don't pay by tomorrow, then they can take our house away. What is going on today?
 * It seems the results of all our reckless actions are finally catching up with us.
 * and : We need to do something!
 * You're right! But this time instead of diving head-first into whatever stupid idea, we should- and... they're gone.
 * You're right! But this time instead of diving head-first into whatever stupid idea, we should- and... they're gone.

How do we fix this?

 * So, the plan is we do all the schoolwork we've haven't done in one shot.
 * Yeah but first we need to get the money for that greedy troll woman.
 * But how do we do all of this in one day?
 * We need transportation.
 * Stop the bus!
 * That's my bus!
 * Stop the bus!
 * That's my bus!
 * That's my bus!


 * I'm sorry Mrs. Watterson but this is the Justice Department, not the "I'm sure everything will be okay if we just sweep it under the carpet and forget about it" Department. You're gonna have to pay the money.
 * This is ridiculous, you can't take our house. We're nice people.
 * Interesting you should think so. Maybe we should consult your files. That's January.
 * Interesting you should think so. Maybe we should consult your files. That's January.


 * Okay, okay fine, you're right. The front door wasn't wide enough for a bus, but-
 * You! I should've known when I saw a bus driving into my living room that a Watterson would be at the wheel.
 * Ah! Stand back! I've got a weapon too!
 * Dad!? What are you doing?!
 * Dad fight!
 * This has escalated a little too far, do you really want to have a fight?
 * Definitely not.
 * Look, just pretend to hit me with the handle, and I'll go down.
 * Good plan.
 * On three. One, two- Dugh! Ugh...
 * Ohhhhhh!
 * Good acting.
 * On three. One, two- Dugh! Ugh...
 * Ohhhhhh!
 * Good acting.


 * December twenty-fourth, car collision with Santa Claus. February fifth, willful destruction of a mobility scooter. April second- Oh I see, thanks.
 * Sorry, what are you doing?
 * Apparently your husband just crashed a hijacked bus into a house and assaulted a man with a rake.
 * Oh, you...
 * Mmhmm... Assault on a municipal officer.
 * Oh come on, please. You have to help us! Is there something we can do to fix this?
 * Well... I suppose you can go and apologize to everyone on this list to get them to drop the charges and forget about the millions of dollars you owe them.
 * ...Great!
 * The problem with having a sarcastic voice is that no one can tell when you're actually being sarcastic.
 * The problem with having a sarcastic voice is that no one can tell when you're actually being sarcastic.
 * The problem with having a sarcastic voice is that no one can tell when you're actually being sarcastic.

Plan B

 * Okay, we got off to a shaky start, but if we just pull together and stick to this new plan, I'm sure things are gonna go our way.
 * So to recap, Gumball and I will sneak into the hospital and give each other facial reconstructive surgery to make us look like the two highest achievers at school: Bobert and Alan.
 * Meanwhile, Dad will pose as Dane Prinella big red bus.
 * Fish n' chips.
 * And we'll convince Alan and Bobert's parents to pay him the entrance fee for a made-up British boarding school called something really English like uh... Scotland; simultaneously paying off our debts and allowing us to replace them at school.
 * Ah, perfect and simple. What could go wrong?
 * Ah, perfect and simple. What could go wrong?


 * Come on, Larry, let me in. I'm sure we can talk this through.
 * No! Every time I so much as look at a Watterson something terrible happens- Okay, I take that back. Seems just talking to a Watterson's enough.
 * But don't you think a class action lawsuit is a slight overreaction for repeatedly scaring off your fiancé?
 * : Every time you guys mess something up I have to pay for it out of my own wages. Why else do you think I have so many jobs?
 * Hmm, never thought about that before.
 * Look, I'm tired of your attitude mister! I'm coming in there and we're going to shake hands and make up like adults.
 * Mom! You can't do that!
 * Yes... I can!
 * No, I mean you can't do that because he's got a- restraining order on us...
 * No, I mean you can't do that because he's got a- restraining order on us...


 * Now, what you do when you arrive in prison, is you punch the biggest guy in the room, then no one w- Ow!
 * He said punch the biggest, not the fattest!
 * Sorry.
 * Now it hurts here, and here.
 * Thank goodness, your mother's here to bail us out!
 * Not this time...
 * What!? You're in here too? Ugh... hold on, that's alright. I'm sure some unforeseen detail that usually gets us off the hook is gonna pop up right... now.
 * Wattersons, you're free.
 * ,, , and : Yes!
 * ...to remain silent! Otherwise, no dinner tonight.
 * Where's my happy ending?
 * This is the end guys, show's over.
 * No.
 * What?
 * I said no! It doesn't end like this, not on my watch! They say we've gone too far but I say we haven't gone far enough. We're busting out of here! (points at a large inmate) Hey punk! My dad says that if his dog was as ugly as you, he'd shave its butt and teach it to walk backwards.
 * , and : Dad!
 * Oh thank you, thank you. This is for breaking us out of here, and this is for punching my husband.  Okay, what now?
 * I think Gumball was on to something. Up until now, every bad situation has gotten worse and worse until it somehow just fixed itself. There's only one solution left.
 * What is it?
 * Everyone take a problem, part ways, and produce a problem more problematic than a problem of that proportion should probably be.
 * ,, and : Huh?
 * Just do what you do best. Make things worse.
 * I think Gumball was on to something. Up until now, every bad situation has gotten worse and worse until it somehow just fixed itself. There's only one solution left.
 * What is it?
 * Everyone take a problem, part ways, and produce a problem more problematic than a problem of that proportion should probably be.
 * ,, and : Huh?
 * Just do what you do best. Make things worse.

Murphy's Law realized

 * It says here, that Mr. Small is suing us for giving him claustrophobia that time we got him stuck in the filing cabinet.
 * Uhh...I'm sorry, but I don't see any kind of surprise for me inside your su-
 * Sorry, sorry Mr. Small.
 * Do you think we've made things bad enough?
 * There, now let's go and post him to the smallest country in the world.
 * Kenneth! The gross jar creature!  Are you sure this is a good idea?
 * Yep. This is exactly what we need.
 * Hi, Mrs. Watterson. Did you come to give us the money you owe us?
 * Uhh.. nah, I just need you to give your mom a message. Tell your mom... that she's so short she needs shoes for her chin.  Uhh, also... tell your mom she's so fat that her high school photo was a double page spread.  And finally, tell your mom that she has so many warts... that her face spells "Ugly" in Braille.
 * Okay, the plan worked pretty well! How are you guys doing? Is Kenneth in good spirits?
 * Yup, it's pretty bad! He's eaten everyone on the bus!  ...and the bus!
 * How do we get out of here?
 * Quick, jump on!
 * Hey! Come back with my scooter before I forget why I'm running after you!
 * Well, I think we've pretty much ticked off the whole town.
 * They dropped our baby!
 * They blew up my head!
 * They ran me over!
 * What do we do now!?
 * They kicked me down a manhole!
 * Ahh! They're getting in!
 * They took my bus!
 * They blew up my watch!
 * Somebody think of something, I can't hold 'em off forever!
 * No! This is it! It's all over! The end of the Wattersons!
 * The only thing that could save us is reality being completely reset by some kind of magic device!
 * What do we do now!?
 * They kicked me down a manhole!
 * Ahh! They're getting in!
 * They took my bus!
 * They blew up my watch!
 * Somebody think of something, I can't hold 'em off forever!
 * No! This is it! It's all over! The end of the Wattersons!
 * The only thing that could save us is reality being completely reset by some kind of magic device!
 * The only thing that could save us is reality being completely reset by some kind of magic device!