Chapter 3: Making Plans

Gumball was riding his skateboard throughout Elmore City. The town had the bright sun radiating brightly over it. To Gumball, everything felt happy, but not him. He couldn't figure out what was wrong with him. He couldn't force a smile on his face, even if he tried. It was like he was in an eternal depression. Gumball skated his way to a regular house with a blue roof. He took in a deep breath before going up to the front door and knocking on it. Gumball waited patiently at the entrance of the standard home. The door opened up to reveal a sleek white robot with one big eye, standing in front of him.

"Oh hello, Gumball. What brings you to my home?" Bobert greeted him. He was a friend of his, although he had multiple problems with this robotic friend, but that was nothing he hadn't already overlooked. "I need help. It's just… I'm not myself right now. My head won't stop hurting, and nothing makes me happy," Gumball explained what he went through last night and what was wrong with him. He presumed the super intelligent robot would be able to assist him with his strange problem. He remembered the note though that recommended to keep this a secret. Gumball however didn't care about recommendations. He had options.

Bobert pondered on the situation and nodded. "Of course I will help. We will conduct a long study analysis," Bobert declared. "Uh… in English, please?" Gumball dimwittedly asked. Sometimes Bobert had a tendency to use his big vocabulary circuits to speak scientific words. "Basically I document you," he put it in simpler terms. Gumball felt somewhat worried at the word document, not sure how it was going to turn out by spending an entire day with Bobert. However, Gumball questioned it no further.

"Alright. So, where do we go for you to document me?" Gumball asked, pronouncing document in the same way someone would pronounce boredom. "I suggest we do it in my home. It is empty at the moment, and I prefer you to be in an area that is easily accessible," Bobert explained. Gumball didn't know how to respond at the thought of spending one whole day in a robots home, but he sighed, nodding in agreement before following his robotic friend into his home.

Later that afternoon, Darwin was returning home while the sun was halfway in the sky. It was going to be dark soon. He entered his home he saw his father Richard watching television like he normally did. Darwin headed upstairs, not having much to talk to him about. When he got to his room, he found Nicole who was making Gumball's bed. "Oh hey, Darwin. Have you seen Gumball?" she questioned, wondering where her elder son was since he had left sometime in the morning, which was starting to make her worried.

"No. I was at Alan's house. Why?" Darwin answered her question with another question, curious over what was making her worried over his older brother. "He's just been acting weird. It was like I made him upset for some reason," Nicole explained what was wrong though. She couldn't put a finger on why. "He's probably just trying to get over Penny," the young goldfish reassured that it will all be fine, remembering the heartbreak his brother went through not too long ago. He watched their mother just leave the room to try and calm down. Darwin thought that he needed to try and clean the room sometime too.

Gumball had spent most of his day with Bobert as planned to be watched for this act, but after spending all day and overlooking the footage, the robotic boy couldn't find a single oddity. "My apologies, Gumball, but it seems there was nothing weird at all with you. Are you sure you did not just have a bad dream?" Bobert asked him while they were leaving his home. "No, it wasn't a dream," Gumball spoke back with a sigh his depression, starting to feel worse. He was now starting to question if he was sane or slowly going mad. "Maybe we need help. Do you know anyone else who is smart?" the robot asked. The young kitten was paralyzed for a moment, but then got a grin on his face and instantly knew who to turn to. "I'll meet you back here tomorrow," Gumball told him before leaving. The sun was beginning to set off on the horizon, indicating that the day was about to end.

By the time Gumball arrived home, it was dark, and he could see his mother making dinner. "Oh, hey, Gumball, dinner's almost ready," Nicole said, glad to see him alright. "Hm… I think I'll skip dinner," he muttered to himself with a blunt tone before making his way upstairs. He focused only on heading to room.

Gumball entered his little sister's room, seeing her at the desk under her window working on her homework that was due monday. "Oh hey, Gumball," she said nonchalantly upon seeing him. She was feeling a lot better than she was earlier in the day. The medicine Nicole brought from home was starting to kick in. "Uh, yeah. Hey, listen, Anais. You're, uh... really good with school stuff and you get a lot of A's, right?" Gumball asked. Anais nodded, turning her head to him in slight confusion. "Could you help me with something tomorrow?" Gumball asked. "What is it?" Anais asked back. "I'll explain later. It's just very important," he claimed. He then headed back to his room, leaving Anais there. She only agreed because of how nice he was to her this morning.

Gumball sighed while arriving back to his room. He saw his brother Darwin there, attempting to clean up. So far he had only cleaned up a few bits out of the gigantic mess. "Oh hey, Gumball. Mom wants us to clean up," the young goldfish claimed. Gumball looked over the room and to his younger sibling. His head began to hurt again like before.

Darwin noticed Gumball's eye color change to green like before with Anais, but before he could confront him on it, Gumball spoke in the same behavior he had back with Anais this morning. "I'll clean up for the both of us, my dear sibling," Gumball declared in a tone that a gentleman would speak in. "What?! But dude, I thought you hated cleaning," Darwin said in shock at the offer. "Nonsense, brother. I made most of this mess. It is my duty to clean it up. Besides, dinner will be ready soon. You go ahead and enjoy it," Gumball insisted. Darwin slowly agreed before beginning to exit the room, frightened over how his brother was acting. After a while of thinking, he had a small plan to interrogate him about it later.

End of Chapter 3