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[opening theme music playing]

[Nicole grunts]

[grunting]

[sighs]

Mmm. [chuckles]

Thank you for everything you've done, Mrs. Mom.

I'm off to live my successful architecture

slash philanthropic life now.

[sighs contentedly]

Hmm?

[upbeat music playing]

[gasps]

You've been such an inspiration to me, Mom.

Thank you.

[rumbling]

[Gumball burping] A, B, C, D, F...

Yo, Mom, couple things, I broke the microwave,

there's a school quiz coming up which I won't be studying for

so start mentally preparing yourself,

and I have a fungal toe infection

that needs tending to.

Yoh, Mom, I got my license revoked.

I invested my college funds in crypto and I skipped bail.

[growls]

- [gasps] - Found patient zero.

Torch it!

[screaming]

[grunts]

- Where's Gumball? - I think he's upstairs watching

a ten-hour compilation of trucks crashing into bridges.

Great because I bought him something

and I need to show you.

[Richard] Wow.

A golden snorkel.

No? Uh, a telescope?

A robot costume for a cat?

After a rigorous five-minute search online,

I found proof that taking up a musical instrument

increases a child's discipline,

motivation and not becoming a live-at-home,

freeloading biohazard.

That doesn't sound like you've done your research.

I've done his laundry, Anais,

and I've seen horrors there no mother should witness.

Gumball needs to believe he can actually do something

so he doesn't waste my-- I mean his life.

So it's very important that no matter

what happens with this trumpet, he needs to think he's good.

Ah... trumpet.

Hey, Mom, can you help me out?

I think three days of hard-earned relaxation

stuck me to the chair.

[grunts]

- [all groaning] - [rumbling]

Hey, what's that?

Gumball, I've always had a feeling you were special.

Like there was something inside of you,

something waiting to emerge.

Oh, yeah.

[belches] Okay, I got it.

Not that. I think you may have a spark of...

♪ Musical genius ♪

Really?

Anais and Darwin's talents are obvious,

but shamefully, I've just never given yours enough attention.

So I got you this.

Hmm? I guess I did come fourth place

in that kindergarten recorder recital,

and I am getting better at burping the alphabet.

Exactly.

Okay, Mom, I'll take the case.

And the trumpet. [chuckles]

[inhales sharply]

[blows trumpet out of tune]

Oh!

So, what do you guys think?

Be honest. Am I good?

[all groaning]

[chuckling] I knew it.

Trumpet drop.

Um, I'm gonna need you to buy me another trumpet, Mom.

[playing trumpet out of tune]

[muffled chatter]

Mrs. Mom! Mrs. Mom!

Oh, hey, guys. I was just, uh...

keeping my ears warm.

Look, it's working!

Gumball actually passed his math test.

That's supposed to be an A-plus,

but Miss Simian fainted

before she could finish writing it.

- Hmm? - I can't take it anymore!

It's so bad that Darwin spontaneously grew

a full head of hair just to illustrate our point.

And that Anais is explaining jokes.

We've gotta tell him he's not a musical genius.

Absolutely not.

You're not ruining this for me. I mean, him.

- Mom! - But Mrs. Mom, you can't--

[muffled chatter]

[upbeat music playing]

It's okay, Anais.

We'll just camp out in the shed

until this all blows over.

Hey, kids, welcome to my tropical paradise.

The padding keeps the sound out and the heat in.

Care for a shrimp and yogurt buffet?

[door creaks]

That's gonna be a problem.

We're telling Gumball.

[breathing heavily]

Hey, Gumball.

[shushes]

I am trying to concentrate.

What is that?

Mom bought me an ice plunge pool.

It increases mental composure and breath control.

Two key factors of being a... [blows raspberry]

musical genius.

How did she afford that?

Oh, uh, sorry, honey.

I had to dip into your college funds.

- [groaning] - [teeth shatter]

Here are some snacks for my little musical genius.

Mom, this food is greasier than an over 30s Otaku Convention.

I need fresh ingredients to keep my windpipes cleansed.

Okay, this has gotten out of control--

Gumball, I think you've gotta stop this trump--

You're not a musical gen--

- Mrs. Mom was lying-- - This whole thing is--

- It's too- - You've gotta stop--

- You can't keep lying to-- - Him forever.

[Darwin] I really hate that trumpet.

[gasps]

[both] You're not a musical genius!

[gasps]

I know.

I get it.

I understand. I'm the favorite child now,

and you guys are just jealous.

To be honest with you, it's frankly embarrassing.

[blows trumpet out of tune]

[tires screech]

[grunts]

Huh?

Yo, Mom, can I get a-- [speaks gibberish]

Yeah, whatever he said.

Huh?

[both groaning]

- [gasps] - [playing trumpet]

Hello, Mother, back from tour.

This is my wife, Princess of somewhere or other.

I've parked my yacht outside.

You've really let this place go, Mom.

It's a mess. But not to worry,

I've ordered a cleaning crew.

All right. Torch it!

- [blows trumpet] - [Mrs. Mom screams]

- [glass breaking] - Huh?

[melancholy music playing]

Oh...

Hmm.

[playing trumpet]

Gumball, we need to talk.

Hey, Mom, I'm trying to record in here.

What happened to your bedroom?

Where did all this stuff come from?

Well, after you dipped into

Darwin and Anais' college fund,

I dipped a little further and re-mortgaged the house.

[gasps]

I also got the youngest hit making producer

in the business.

We've been working on my music for, like,

three hours straight.

[screams, sighs]

Listen, Gumball, it's great

you're doing better at school and low-level investment fraud.

But maybe we could give the trumpet a rest?

[sighs] Sad, Nicole. Sad.

I expected it from those two useless washouts

slumped on the couch, but not from you.

Luckily, I don't need your support anymore.

I'm bringing my musical genius to the world.

[laughs maniacally]

Oh, no, you're gonna use your trumpet to cause

worldwide destruction and chaos.

No, I'm gonna do a recital at the school variety show.

That's the countdown to Andy's break time.

Okay, see you in five.

[Andy panting]

- [car starts, tires screech] - [crashes]

Gumball, you can't do a recital.

You'll be publicly--

Celebrated as the genius of our time?

Yeah, I know.

Now, can you leave me to practice and go get Andy.

His break time's over.

[blows trumpet out of tune]

[door crashes open]

Richard, pack your bags, you're coming home.

Gumball's about to epically humiliate himself

at the school recital,

and his trumpet playing will be no more.

Can't you just tell him the truth?

I'm his mother. I can't do that.

But I can let strangers do it for me

and be there to cuddle him in the aftermath. [chuckles]

Sounds great.

Okay, this is it.

All they need to hear is one note,

and we'll be home free.

[audience applauds]

Thank you. Thank you, thank you, thank you.

I know a lot of you thought I'd never amount to much

and that my life would be filled with more failures

than a museum of NFTs.

But then I found this! And my musical genius. Mmm.

[upbeat music playing]

[inhales deeply]

[blows trumpet out of tune]

[audience gasps]

Yes! It's working. It's working.

[continues playing out of tune]

[gasping]

[chuckles nervously]

- Is it over? - I think it's over.

[audience cheers]

No! Stop, stop!

No, no, no. You're making it worse!

No! Stop it! Stop it!

Everybody, please.

[gasps]

And so perfection has been reached.

But I wasn't raised to be selfish

or to steal the spotlight forever.

- Huh? - And that is why I am retiring,

humbly as the absolute legendary master musical genius

that I am, was, and always will be.

Trumpet drop.

[gasps] Yes! Yes!

[all cheering]

Thanks, Mom.

Couldn't have done it without you.

Fire in the hole!

[muffled explosion]

[Gumball burping] A, B, C, D, three...

I'm living with you two when I'm older.

Hey, go get your mother another tonic

and I need a foot massage.

[engine roaring]

[closing theme music playing]