Gumball couldn't believe how terribly his day was turning out to be. It had started out with him waking up a full 20 minutes late. Because of this, he missed breakfast and had to rush out the room, forgetting to comb his hair and buttoning his shirt the wrong way— the button near his collar was in the wrong hole, and he forgot one of his shoes and both of his socks. He looked a mess.

He didn't have anything to do, because it was one of the rare days that he had no meetings, no balls, and no Ice Queen trying to kidnap him, for she had been grounded for two weeks. Fionna and Cake were also out of town. She said they wanted to travel around Aaa for about a week. "Get a vacation from the Ice Queen," was what she'd told Gumball. In fact, he hadn't realized it until he left his room—he had a whole day off! He called up some breakfast, deciding to seize his chance of relaxing. Waiting for his food to come up, he closed his eyes, sighing with relief.

"Hey, babe."

As soon as Gumball heard the familiar voice, his eyes shot open. Staring at the ceiling, without even looking at the figure floating just inside his window, he remained quiet.

"You should really darken this room up, y'know? Too much pink, man," the figure remarked, taking in the sight of the large quarters. Almost all of the objects inside were a variation of the color pink. The bed to the left of the room, the dresser just to the right of the window, the closet doors on the opposite wall, everything.

Slightly annoyed, Gumball continued to stare upward and fumed, "Get out of my room."

"Ouch! And here I was, thinking we were best friends," Marshall Lee teased. He started to float towards Gumball, moving further into the room.

"You are sorely mistaken. Get out," Gumball repeated, sitting up. Marshall was wearing his normal plaid shirt unbuttoned, revealing his dark grey tank top. He also wore a pair of dark blue jeans, and his red and white sneakers.

"Why are you kicking me out? I just came to visit my Gummy bear," Marshall cooed, pretending to pout his lips as he put on his best puppy eyes.

With this remark, Gumball blushed. 'What a horrible nickname! Ugh!' "Don't call me that. And if you must know, it's because I have a day off. Now leave!"

Instead of going away, Marshall migrated closer to his bed with a smile. "A day off?" he asked mischievously. "Yes," Gumball confirmed with hesitation. He didn't like where this conversation was going. With that answer, Marshal's simple smile broke out into an ear to ear grin.

"We should go on an adventure!" He chimed excitedly.

'He looks like a little kid.' Gumball thought. "No," he said. Alas, Marshall had anticipated that response, so he pounced on the opportunity to explain why. "Come on, think about it! You never do anything fun! Just this once and I'll never ask again," he begged with his puppy eyes again.

"I do fun stuff all the time!" Gumball informed him.

Marshall was sitting/floating on his bed now. "When?" he challenged. Gumball opened his mouth to reply, but closed it. When was the last time he did something not work related? He couldn't remember.

Marshall saw that he was not going to say anything, so he continued. "See? You can't even remember. So, we should just have a guy's day."

Marshall looked like he really wanted to go on an adventure with Gumball, but the pink prince was still reluctant. "I don't know. What if a meeting pops up, or Ice Queen comes and ̶"

"Dude, relax. Everyone knows that Ice Queen is grounded. And if there were any meetings scheduled for today, Peppermint whatever would have told you by now."

"That's true," Gumball murmured, looking at his bedspread. 'Globbit, why did he decide to use logic in this situation?'

After an agonizingly long minute for Marshall, Gumball finally agreed. "Okay."

Marshall looked up from his nails. He had been thinking about if he should start clipping them. "Really?" he said, jumping up.

Gumball sighed his defeat. "Yes, really."

Marshall raced over to Gumball's closet. He didn't expect to find much, and after seeing hangers filled with nothing but Gumball's normal pink attire, decided to give up. Then, out of the corner of his eye, he saw something black. He did a double take, and walked over to it. It was a pair of black skinny jeans, and right behind it was a hot pink hoodie.

"Ohmyglob, this is perfect! Here, throw this junk on Gummy bear." Marshall threw the clothes at Gumball.

"Why?"

"Because it's cooler than any other piece of clothing you own." Marshall smirked as if it were a fact.

With a huff, Gumball picked the clothes up and hesitated.

"C'mon, hurry up, put them on!" Marshall said, his patience wearing thin. He then realized why Gumball was waiting.

"Don't worry Gummy, I'll look away," he laughed while turning around. Gumball could hear the taunting smile in his voice.

After about five minutes of shuffling and a string of curses form Gumball wrestling with his pants, he stated "I'm ready."

Marshall turned around and looked Gumball up and down in surprise. He walked over to him and looked over his shoulder.

After a moment of awkward silence (well… awkward to Gumball at least) he broke it with an "Are you okay?"

Marshall stopped looking over his shoulder, looked at Gumball's face, and grinned so wide, you would have thought his face might split.

"I'm good," he smiled, "But your lookin' fine." To put emphasis on his last word, he smacked Gumball on the ass.

Gumball went from light pink to redder than burgundy. "Marshall!" he shrieked and glared daggers at the vampire.

Marshall was too busy doubled over in laughter clutching his sides and crying to answer Gumball. After a while of this, he said "The look… on your…. face!" he was still gasping for air. He tried again. "I'm sorry ̶ bwahaha! ̶ you can get me back anytime!" he laughed a little longer and looked up, appreciating his undead throat for not getting sore.

Gumball's eyes softened. He could appreciate a joke. He managed a chuckle too, even if it was over his own embarrassment. He was still going to get back at Marshall.

"I'll get you back when the time is perfect," he grumbled under his breath.

"What was that, Gummy bear?"

"Nothing," he replied sweetly, his voice dripping sarcasm.

To his surprise, Marshall grabbed his hand and brought them over to the window. "Well, come on!" he yelled excitedly while pushing Gumball out the window.

At first he gasped, and almost screamed, until he remembered that it was Marshall Lee he was dealing with, who probably wanted him to scream. So, he put on his best solid face, trying to seem bored, as if falling 30 stories was an everyday thing. While he fell, Marshall fell beside him with an umbrella over his head. "Having fun yet?" he smiled.

"No."

"Oh, well," Marshall sighed, balancing the umbrella on his back so that it protected his head and neck. He grabbed Gumball by his arms and started to gently float them down. They were about 20 feet from the ground.

"So, where do you want to go first?"

"I don't know! You're the one that suggested this in the first place!" Gumball exclaimed.

"Okay, how about we… uuuh….." Marshall hadn't thought this plan through. "Well, let's just walk through the forest for now."

And they strolled off into the forest, awaiting adventure.