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[ Upbeat music plays ]

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Gumball: I don't know, dude.

I just don't think this camouflage is working.

And it's getting really hot in this.

What? I thought it might snow.

It's June.

Why are we doing this, anyway?

Because it's getting embarrassing.

We keep bumping into our neighbor,

and we don't even know his name.

-Mr. Robinson? -No, the other one.

Mrs. Robinson?

No, the guy who lives on the other side.

You know...

A really small person playing a normal-sized piano?

A normal-sized person playing a really tall piano?

Someone, uh, tickling -- the sky tickler!

No! Him.

Oh, yeah.

No, I don't know that guy's name.

Exactly. We don't know it,

and we're running out of ways to get away with it.

Hey, Gumball, Darwin.

Hello...sir.

Come on now, I've known you for years.

You don't need to call me "sir."

You can call me by name.

Yes, we can.

And we will definitely do that.

Next time.

[ Bell dinging ]

Oh, gosh darn it.

[ Train whistle blows ][ Gasps ]

Look out, Mr. -- Uh, Mr. -- Mr., uh --

Mr...

Mr. Mister?

Mister?

Mister.

Man, I wish I knew his --

[ Splat! ] [ Gasps ]

We better call him the paramedics.

Why? I'm pretty sure

The Paramedics is not his name.

No, I mean, call a doctor.

Nah, it'll only be awkward

when they ask us what he's called.

[ Door opens ]

Nigel: And here to talk about his job

is the town's mailman, Mr...

[ Both gasp ]

[ Glass breaking ]

Maybe we should have waited.

Principal Brown was about to tell us his name.

Yup. I panicked.

Yeah, remember this time?

This was really awkward.

This isn't a flashback.

[ Whoosh! ]

Wait up! I've got a package for you!

[ Door slams ]

[ Both panting ]

We can't avoid it any longer.

We're gonna have to ask him his name.

Are you insane?

You're forgetting about the window.

Unh-unh.

I am not jumping through any more windows.

I'm still finding bits of window frame

in my gills from the last time.

No, I'm talking about the brief window of opportunity

where it's socially acceptable

to ask someone what their name is.

After the third time you've met someone,

that window closes.

And every time you see them after that,

the window gets another lock on it,

another bolt, another shutter.

At this point, our window with that guy

would be harder to open than a ski store in the Sahara.

[ Doorbell rings ]

Neighbor: What about your package?

What's he trying to deliver, anyway?

Dad: It's probably for me.

I don't know that guy's name, either.

I've just been avoiding him by not leaving the house

and getting everything delivered.

But isn't he the mailman?

I didn't think it through.

And what's with the jars?

You don't have to leave the house

to go to the bathroom.

Didn't think that through, either.

Right. We need to find out his name

without him realizing.

-Hey, Gumball. -Hello, Mr...

Okay, Gumball, just keep going

until you see a look of recognition on his face.

Smithbryanpetersayn brwisestevensondavid?

[ Laughs ]

I'm so sorry about my friend,

Mr., uhh, manflay --

I guess I'll just leave it with the others.

[ Both muttering ]

[ Insects chirping ]

Isn't it illegal to go through someone's mail?

What's worse, being locked in a prison,

or being locked in a prison of social awkwardness?

Jackpot!

Isn't it weird that a mailman

leaves mail in his own mailbox?

I guess some people

don't like to take their work home with them.

"To the occupant." "To whom it may concern."

"To the resident." "To the homeowner."

"To the billpayer." "For your attention."

"Sir or madam." "Madam or sir."

"To the birthday boy!" Ah, come on!

[ Paper shredder humming ]

What are you doing?!

Destroying the evidence.

But we could've just put them back in the mailbox!

Good idea.

[ Clanking ]

[ Grunts ]

The perfect crime.

Excuse me, would you like to sign our petition?

Uh, I'm sorry I don't have time to --

Whoa!

Thank you for stopping. Please sign here.

Um, I don't really --

Great! If you could just write your name.

Full name please, nice and clear,

block capitals, big as you can.

What's it for?

The Mayor's gonna knock down the library to build a...

A hospital!

Oh, that doesn't sound so bad.

Yeah, but then he's gonna knock down the hospital

to build a... -An orphanage.

Again, not so bad.

But then he's gonna knock down the orphanage

and build, uh, luxury apartments!

Luxury apartments.

That's terrible! Gimme me that!

[ Pen clicks ]

No, wait.

We need direct action, and we need it now.

-Ugh! -[ Sighs ]

It's the Mayor, here. I've got an idea.

We're gonna knock down the library and build a hospital.

No, no, that's just step one.

[ Pigeons cooing ]

Morning.

[ Grunts ]

Hey! -What the --?!

[ Romantic music playing ]

[ Both chewing ]

[ Glass shatters ]

[ Ding! ]

[ Bling! ]

Hey!

Huh?

Ugh!

[ Wedding march plays ]

Okay, wedding vows. Go!

Uh, I hereby state that I, Alison Sandra Gator,

do take you as my lawful wedded husband.

Okay, your turn, go!

Uh, I hereby state that I...

Yes?

-I... -Yes?!

-I... -Yes!

I think this is all happening too fast!

Gosh darn it!

People say you're meant to mourn a relationship

for half the amount of time you were together.

I'm done.

[ Doorbell rings ]

Package delivery!

-Sign here. -What?

But I'm the mailman for this neighborhood!

Why didn't anybody tell me I'd been replaced?

[ Sobs ] Decades of experience, worthless!

Thrown on the scrap heap like garbage.

Yeah, if you could just --

How am I gonna find another job at my age?

If you could just sign here.

[ Sobbing ]

Did we get it?

Nope, nothing makes handwriting harder

to read than an old man's tears.

And I've already got one of these!

[ Sobbing ]

[ Door closes ]

There must be something we haven't tried.

I've been braining so hard, my think hurts.

Wait! I know! If we had amnesia,

we could tell him we've forgotten his name,

and it wouldn't be embarrassing.

Great! How do you get amnesia?

We hit each other on the head.

Wait, how are we gonna remember that we tried this?

Write it on your arm.

Huh, that explains the headache.

Man: [ Russian accent ] Hey, you two.

That guy on your poster...

Do you know his name?

Let's just say he's an old friend.

[ Mailbox door creaks ]

Aah!

Both: Hello, Harry Gedges!

Who told you that was my name?

Pfft, we've always known it.

Obviously.

Who told you that name?!

Uh, those guys.

[ Gasps ] They've found me.

I don't know how, but they've found me.

Wait! What's wrong with calling you Harry Gedges, Harry Gedges?

Because that's my real name!

Yeah, we know it is, Harry Gedges!

Aah! I don't mind.

Darwin: Like we're always saying, "Morning, Harry Gedges.

How you doing, Harry Gedges?

Happy Birthday, Harry Gedges."

-Stop saying it! -Why, Harry Gedges?

That's not the name I've been using!

What do you mean, Harry Gedges?

I've been living under a pseudonym

for the last 20 years!

Looks more like a fedora, Harry Gedges!

Not my hat. A pseudonym is a fake name!

It was given to me by the Witness Protection people

when they moved me to Elmore for my own safety.

Why, Harry Gedges?

Harry: I testified in court against some very bad people.

And ever since then, I've had to live

under the fake name that you know me by.

Which is Mr... B--

No! We don't know your name, all right?!

Tell us what it is.

Wait, you don't know my name?

We've been neighbors since you were born!

If my life wasn't in immediate danger,

I'd be really hurt right now.

Huh. It's Gary Hedges.

-Hmm. -Hmm.

I'm out of here.

So let me get this straight.

Your real name is Harry Gedges,

and your fake name is Gary Hedges?

That's not very imaginative.

I didn't choose it!

Okay. There's no way

those guys could have followed us.

Who, those guys?

Dog: "Do you know this man?

He lives at 1024 York Street.

Here's a map.

This is the house.

If the front door is locked,

there is a key under the g-nome."

How on earth did they find out where I live?!

-Uh, lucky guess? -Lucky guess?

Then I got no choice.

I'm gonna have to skip town

and leave behind my new life and beautiful home.

I think beautiful's overselling it.

Dude, not the time.

Yeah, sorry. Ha! I got it!

You don't have to skip town if they think you're --

[ Imitates choking sound ]

I don't think pretending he's a duck is gonna help.

No! They'll leave if they think

he's already kicked the bucket.

I know exactly what to do.

[ Growling ]

[ Harry panting ]

Genius!

Oh, no! -Hmm?

I was just cleaning the windows, and now I have lost my balance.

I hope there is no tragic consequence!

[ Electricity buzzing ]

[ Thud! ]

[ Guns cocking ]

[ Truck horn blows ]

[ Thudding ]

[ Clanking ]

[ Thudding ]

[ Thudding ]

-Hmm. -Hmm.

[ Engine starts, brakes squeal ]

[ Thudding ]

Ha! It worked!

Throwing that dummy out of the window

was a great idea.

Now I get to keep my life and my beautiful home.

Yeah, it wasn't supposed to fall out of the window.

It was meant to look like you were in the house when it --

[ Explosion! ]

Uhh, uhh.

This might not be the best time to ask,

but would you rather we call you Harry Gedges or Gary Hedges?

I'd rather you never talk to me again.