The Crew

Gumball: (speaking to Darwin) No, dude, the cheerleaders aren't the most hardcore crew. If you fight them, they'll just be cheering you to win.

Darwin: How 'bout the drama kids? (dramatically) They're masters of disguise!

Gumball: Eh, I don't want to join a crew that wears wigs and tights. How 'bout the bullies?

Darwin: It's already too late for us. (shakes fists at sky) Darn you, loving parents!

Gumball and Darwin: (sigh)

Gumball: Maybe we should think bigger.

Darwin: (gasps) You know who really rules the school? Teachers.

Gumball: Yeah... but do you seriously want to put up with us two all day? I don't think it pays that well, either. I mean, you've seen Principal Brown working at the car wash. (flash to car wash, then back to porch) I think we can do better than that. (gasps)

Voice: Senior citizens, in da house. (rap music playing)

Gumball: (awestruck) Are you seeing what I'm seeing?

Darwin: I'm not sure...

Donald: (groans in pain) Curse this arthritis!

Darwin: What exactly do you see?

Gumball: I see people who don't pay the government; the government pays them to sit around all day and watch TV! I see people who are so street, they have their own seats on the bus, in which nobody else dares to sit! I see people who can say the most offensive things that come into their heads and get away with it because things were different back then! Do you see what I see?

Darwin: (awestruck) The most hardcore crew on the streets of Elmore!

(in front of seniors' house)

Darwin: (whispering) It's gonna take a lot to get noticed by these guys!

Gumball: (whispering) I know, they're pretty bollard. Try and do a fly walk. (Darwin attempts to do as he says) Dude, what was that?

Darwin: I don't know, I just got really walk-conscious. You do it!

Gumball: Okay. I-I'll try to wear my pants low, for a better street effect. (walks across screen) Is it working? I kinda feel like a toddler.

Darwin: Keep your chin high, like you're scared of nothin'! Higher! Higher! (Gumball slides off screen)

Gumball: (sighs) Why don't we just ask them? (approaches Marvin) (silently) Excuse me...?

Marvin: (screams) Oh, sorry, you were only talking to me. It's just I'm not used to being treated like a human being anymore. So what do you want, kid?

Gumball: (bowing with Darwin) We wanna be part of your crew!

Marvin: Huh? You wanna be a senior citizen?

Gumball: I know we have to earn it first. How did you get in?

Marvin:

Gumball: We'll do anything.

Marvin: You could just drop by for a chat from time to time. It would be nice to feel like we exist.

Gumball and Darwin: YES! Thank you! (chanting) We're gonna be part of the crew, we're gonna be part of the crew, we're gonna be part of the crew...

(at Watterson house)

Gumball: Okay, if we're going to be seniors, we have to look the part.

Darwin: Respect your elders! Represent, seniors!

Gumball: No, no, no, seniorz, with a "z."

Darwin: Oh. Zeniors!

Gumball: No! (sighs) Never mind. We just have to look old school.

Darwin: We need wrinkles!

(at pool of toxic waste)

Darwin: I don't think pollution is that great at aging us.

Gumball: Yeah, I don't feel much different.

Darwin: (thoughts) Well, at least there were no side effects.

Gumball: (nervous) I don't know, I'm pretty sure I can hear your thoughts now.

Darwin: Let's get out of here before anything happens to me! (objects being magnetized to Darwin) (screams)

Gumball: (chuckles) (reads Darwin's thoughts) Darwin! Language!