The Triangle

At the School Gym

 * Excellent Banana Joe, now everyone has their instruments for the marching band.


 * What about me?


 * Ah yes, the triangle.


 * (sighs) The triangle again, dude if this instrument were a dance it would look like this.


 * Oh no, in the hands of an expert, the triangle can be subtle and very expensive-(sighs) (gets cut off by Gumball hitting the triangle.) Come on why don't try and be good at something for once.


 * (thinks) hmmmmm-nah, you see, when you try but fail people think your a loser, but if you skip the try and decide to fail right away, then everyone thinks you've got the talent but you're to cool to waste it on them, its like chickens, no one knows if they can really fly or not, that's what makes them cool.




 * Yes, clack like the eagle, when they crash and burn.


 * Leslie, you have the solo as usual.


 * Sussie give me an A.


 * Hey wait how come I don't get to play a solo.


 * Okay play a solo.


 * That's why, just concentrate hitting on the right mo-(gets cut off by a crash by Banana Joe)-ment.


 * Principle Brown, may I audition for the solo?


 * Dude, are you crazy?


 * Life is too short to live like a chicken.


 * Do you even know how to play that thing?


 * Nope! But I'll never know until I try.


 * Beautiful...


 * I've got goosebumps on my goosebumps...


 * Excellent...


 * (?) Sussie, please stop crying or we will have to call the (?) Everyone, let me introduce our new soloist. Well done, Darwin.


 * Well done, man, I'm really proud of you.


 * Are you sure?


 * Of course


 * 'Cause you're kind of breaking my hand right now.


 * Oh! Sorry, dude, that's 'cause I'm so proud!


 * Alright, stop! What's the problem?!


 * Nothing! I'm pleased for you.


 * Really? 'Cause your face doesn't look pleased.


 * Trust me: on the inside I'm pleased. I HOPE YOU CRUSH AND BURN, DARWIN WATTERSON!


 * You lie; what's the problem?


 * I'm sorry, man, it's just... it was fun to be losers together, but it's... kind of depressing to be one just by myself.


 * Come back to guilt trip me when you can actually master a tear.


 * No, whatever.


 * Darwin, I just want to say that in spite of the fact that I was discarded like a slice of pickle in a cheeseburger I thought you played beautifully and I'm glad you are playing the solo at the parade.


 * Thank you! Although I'm a little bit nervous, I get very self-conscious in front of crowds.


 * Well, I just imagine 'em without their clothes on.


 * Does it work?


 * Of course it does, try it!


 * It does work!


 * Sorry, Darwin. Well done on being the new soloist, by the way. When I was your age I played the bongos. Hours and hours of slapping those skins made me the man I am today. Anyway, see you at the parade! Whoopsie, missed one. Uh.


 * No, I can still see it. I'll just go practice somewhere on my own.


 * Can we just sheathe swords?


 * Are you gonna try (?) again?


 * Would it work?


 * No!


 * Then all I want is a hug!


 * Alright, I gotta get back to rehearsal. Is this how it is gonna be?


 * Yeah.


 * Dude, you can't make me wait.


 * I know.


 * Dude, they're starting, I'm gonna be late for that solo.


 * Yeah, that's right.


 * Ok, ok, now that you are all tuned up let's take it from the top.


 * We weren't tuning up, and I'm afraid that was it, Principal Brown.


 * Are you kidding me...? We only have a few reh ua significant improvement I'm canceling the parade. Now, how do we get better?


 * (?) training montage!


 * Precisely, Sussie. But we don't have time for that, so I'm just gonna tear this calendar pages off while we play. Ah, (?) on time for your solo.


 * Give me that!


 * Someone has sabotaged Darwin's instrument! Hm, I have no idea why I just did that, it was pretty obvious it was gum, which means it can only be you, Gumball!


 * What? Why?


 * Because it's gum. Gum, ball. It adds up.


 * What kind of proof is that?!


 * Because all you've been trying to do is drag me down to your level. You've been jealous from the start, you tried to stop me getting to rehearsal and when you didn't succeed you sabotaged my swanee whistle.


 * Dude, I would never do that. To you.


 * That's it, you are banned from the band, you are done raining on our parade. I've been waiting to say that for weeks.


 * Gumball, wait! That's school property.


 * And remember, you are playing not for yourself, not for your family, not for your country, but do not embarass me in front of hundreds of people. Take it from the top one last time.


 * Oh, dude, you scared me. Hey, you know I just wanted to say that I know you're nervous about playing in front of all those people, but you've got a real talent men. Yeah, you're playing in a small school stadium right now, but tomorrow you could totally be playing in a (?), or outside the mall people throwing money in your hat. And you know I didn't sabotage your swanee whistle. You believe me, right, dude? Right? Dude? Someone else really is trying to bring down Darwin. First the swanee shistle and now this. But who could be? It could be anyone. Everyone's a suspect. There's no way of knowing who did this. Aow, right Banana Joe, I get it! Uh, they're gone! Darwin, listen to me, you mustn't lead that solo.


 * No! You listen to me: this isn't about me being good at something, it's about you refusing to make an effor to better yourself. And you know the definition of that kind of person?


 * A loser?


 * No! Wait, yeah, a loser. So now just please let me concentrate, get out of my head!


 * Dude, that's a reflection. I'm right next to you.


 * Just get out of here! Get out!


 * And stop raining on our parade, I know I've said it before, but it still works.


 * No, wait!


 * And I'll expell you from the school if I see your face again.


 * Hey, my costume. Ahh, I'm naked!


 * Darwin, watch out! Banana Joe is gonna stop you from playing your solo! Darwin! Darwin, Darwin look out, he's behind you. Really Joe's behind you. Darwin, Darwin! Banana Joe, no!


 * Yeah, right on time. Now back to counting.


 * If it was not Joe... then who is it?


 * There's an extra whole in my chest!


 * Leslie! What are you doing?


 * The solo was mine, not Darwin's. He stole my spotlight and flowers need light to grow.


 * Dude, you're flower boy who plays flute in a school band. You don't want this to get violent.


 * You are talking to someone who has danced since the day he was born.


 * Violence is never the answer. Dude, you're supposed to be happy for your friend's success, this isn't about Darwin been good at something, it's about you refusing to make the effort to better yourself. You know what the definition of that kind of person is?


 * You.


 * Exactly.


 * No, I don't want that to happen.


 * So why don't we just enjoy the success of our friend, even if it means that we get left behind?


 * You're right.


 * Quick, he's about to play the solo!