I'm watching The Suit Life of Zack and Cody~! Randomly I guess but . . . ya know. What is there to do? I have some time before I go to school so I decided to type this sucker up :D Thanks for the new reviews! It made me feel nice and squishy inside! Keep it up you guys! P.S, minor swearing in this chapter .-.

So it turns out that the entire hour they had spent to get ready had been a bust; a total waste. All they had gained from that experience was . . . was never wear fancy clothes and then expect to be able to laugh still. What a useless lesson. It had taken another half hour to get changed back into their regular clothes- partly due to Marshall enjoying 'being free' from pants and flying around the castle looking like a hobo- and then soy at the table calmly.

Gumball took inhaled deeply in an effort to calm his frayed nerves and began to speak, "Well, this is step two of three. You see? We're already more than halfway done! . . . You two are capable of keeping your heads on for a few more hours I suppose . . . ?

"Yeah!" said an enthusiastic Fionna while she punched the air energetically, "We can do it! Let's do this step and then keep going! So, uh, what is the next lesson?"

"I am going to teach you two how to act much more properly. A polite personality is the key to getting people to enjoy and crave your presence!" He said it with such confident that it was a bit challenging to not believe it . . . sort of.

Marshall cut in with a roll of his eyes and a biting remark, "The key to getting people to like you!" He practically scoffed in PGs face. "More like the key to getting people to beat you up! Fi, trust me. Nobody wants to have sensible and princely," he shot a glance at Gumball, "they want to have fun and exciting! That means being reckless, out of control, and downright epic, not that Gummy would know anything about those things, would he?"

Not stooping to his level, PG didn't respond but rather just faced Fionna. "Hey, you want to help me with this portion of the experiment?"

"Hm? Help? Yeah! Of course P-Grugs! How can I be of service to you, my prince?" Her eyes shone with wonder as she laughed to herself.

"I want you to . . ." He went over to her and told her the rest in a hushed voice, "Okay, whenever Marshall Lee says or does something impolite or crude, I want you to use this on him." Sneakily, he handed her a spray bottle filled to the brim with water. "Spray him in the face with it. Eventually I'm hoping that he'll figure out that his mistakes and inappropriate actions are the reasons why he is getting punished, which is getting sprayed, and then he will stop and try to revert to being good. If he does, than this step will be fifty percent successful! Just act casual." Gumball went back to his seat as if nothing had been said between them.

"Uh . . ." Her grip on the bottle tightened as she searched her mind for something to talk about, anything to keep Marshall from getting suspicious and questioning what they had been talking about . . . and why she was now in possession of a spray bottle. "Oh! So do you guys know why the mushroom got invited to so many parties?" Marshall and Gumball looked at each other to see if the other knew why she was telling this joke. Was she kidding? "Because he was a fungi!" Fionna's corny, ninety percent fake laugh made them stare at her even more. They weren't finding this very funny. "Get it!? He was a fun-guy!"

Marshall facepalmed himself and growled into his hand. "Fionna, don't ever tell that joke again. If you do, I'll be forced to cause you physical pain. It won't be very ni-" He hissed as Fionna quit her canned laughter and sprayed him in the face. Rubbing his eyes he said, "What the fuck dude!?" An attempt at hitting her arm away didn't work out when she dodged it and sprayed him again. "Quit it! You keep getting my eyes! I need them to see, genius!"

"Bad vampire! You don't use bad words in the royal castle! It's indecent! Apologize right now or else I'll kick your butt so hard you'll only be able to sit on one cheek!"

"Ugh!" He snatched the spray bottle out of her hands and turned it against her. Fionna raised up her hands to shield her face from the cold wetness of the . . . water. "Don't freaking spray me! You bad! I can say all the bad words that I want to!" Turning on the prince he kept holding it up as if it were some weapon, "And don't think you haven't been a total pain in my ass right now either! You two need to chill out!" Marshall brought the bottle behind his head and threw it, aiming for Gumball's head.

"AH!" PG barely had time to duck as it whizzed past his slicked up hair. The bottle collided into the all, getting the part of it where you used to spray lodged in the wall. Similar to a gopher, Gumball poked his head out from under the table and piped up, "Perhaps it was not a bright idea to use water as a punishment! Okay, Marshall and Fionna, let us be calm! Don't get overexcited. We have to move on. I promise that no more water and/or squirting will be involved. Just sit down and breathe in . . ." Grumbling, Marshall and Fionna took their seats again. "Now then, can we continue" Glaring was still not Gumball's thing, but somehow he managed to do it, "without any distractions?"

"Whatever," Marshall put out, "but before we do go on, I think I have the right to say that I'm hungry. And when I'm hungry I don't learn well and-"

Fionna interjected. "He gets cranky." It took some minor effort, but she was able to get her voice to go deeper just to mock him, "Fionna, get out of here. My stomach's all empty so I have to drink your blood so I won't be starving." She made imitation fangs with her fingers and held them to her mouth. "Rawr! Hiss!" The pale teenager didn't seem to find this act very amusing.

"Very well, I will have Peppermint Maid bring us some food." Prince Gumball rang a bell and less than ten seconds later PM appeared carrying multiple plates stacked high with spaghetti and meatballs. She set them down in front of the trio, curtsied, and left. The adventuress' stomach growled at the sight of the food. She was about to dig in when Gumball cleared his throat. "Remember, we are still making sure that we are acting properly. Make sure to mind your manners, use please and thank you and overall enjoy this meal." He added one of his charming smiles at the end as he put a clean napkin on his lap.

The expectant look he gave them told that he wanted them to follow his lead so they wouldn't dirty themselves. Marshall took his napkin and put it on his lap. He nodded his head at Fionna-who was also doing it-in a sophisticated way. The candy royal thought to himself, 'Finally they were able to follow one simple rule.' And spoke out loud to them, "Now you may enjoy the delicacies that my maid has graciously made for-" His sentence was cut short as a look of disgust and revulsion passed through his facial features.

PG watched in horror as his two friends dug into the food, discarding every civilized manner. "Stop, stop, stop!" They both paused to look at him. "What are you guys doing!? Were you raised by animals?!"

'Hey, I was raised by cats! They're animals!' Fionna thought.

Running through Marshall's mind was, 'Please. If you were raised like I was, you wouldn't be so clean when you ate or so OCD.'

"I mean look at you both! Your faces are covered in sauce, elbows on the table, and you're crouching over your plates; as if someone was going to steal it! Goodness you two." Gumball got up and went behind Marshall. He pulled two pink handkerchiefs from the inside of his coat pocket and set one on the table. Sitting Marshall straight up, back pressing against the chair, he wrapped the cloth around his chest and the back of the chair, tying it tightly. The same process was done to the bunny eared girl. When both teens were firmly tied in place, Prince Gumball went to go sit down again. "You may keep eating, but remember, pick the right fork." 'Because choosing wrong might not be very pleasant for you . . ." He picked up his fork and- with perfect posture- started to eat his spaghetti. Not a smudge or drop of sauce falling to spoil his crisp suit.

"Finally!" Fionna said, "Come here spaghetti, getinto my stomach!" She tried reaching for the forks and grunted when she found out that her handkerchief wouldn't allow her to reach out very far. "Aw man! Thanks a whole buttload PG . . . !"

It took her almost three minutes to just inch her hand over to the forks. When her hand closed over the closet one she let out a small cheer. "Aha! Did you just see that? I just beat this nose rag's but-AH!" A tiny but still painful surprising shock came from the silverware and traveled up her finger. She dropped it to the ground and shot a pouting face at PG as she gingerly rubbed her fingers. The sensation had been strange . . . "It just shocked me?! What the plop dumps, dude!?"

Gumball twirled his fork in the air and stared at it with a simply expression, "I told you before, pick the right fork." With that he raised a forkful of pasta to his mouth and swallowed it.

Grumbling, Fionna tried another time for the correct utensil. Ten minutes and two shocks later, she successfully grabbed a fork without getting any sort of electrocution. "Boo-yah! Time to eat! Don't worry tummy, salvation is on its way."

Marshall had been watching closely to see what fork she had picked up so he could avoid getting shocked by just copying her. Once he saw her hold one up and not endure any discomfort, he picked that one. He smirked and chuckled lightly, "Good job, Bunny. You just helped me to not get hurt." He laughed even louder when Fionna started glaring him down. If only she wasn't tied up . . . she would've punched him right in the Adam's apple. "Oh don't get angry at me, Fifi. I'm just messing with you, sweetheart." While sticking his tongue out at her he was able to twirl his fork around in the pasta and scoop up some noodles.

It was a bit harder than he had originally anticipated getting the food to his mouth due to the handkerchief keeping him contained. There was no way he could lean forward, even just a smidgen, to get the spaghetti into his mouth faster. His hand started shaking with the tension and anticipation that was building up. This was going way too slow for him! "Almost . . . got it . . ." When the fork was only one, tiny inch away from entering his mouth, his hand twitched. The sudden jerk made the spaghetti fall from the fork and onto his pants. Marshall blinked and groaned, "Glob dammit! Are you friggen screwing me!? And I just got new pants on!"

Fionna couldn't help but giggle. "Aw poor Marsh! He got his pants dirty! That's what you get for-" A meatball slapped her right in the face, making her stop what she was saying. It had hit her cheek, slid down her face, and landed onto her clean shirt. She looked down and saw the nasty tomato sauce stain it had left. "Cake's gonna kill me!" Accusingly she pointed her finger at Marshall. "You! You are going to be sorry for that!" She picked up a meatball from her plate and, as if she were handling a baseball, pitched it at him.

"Ha!" Marshall Lee ducked it expertly. A dull 'Squash' told him that it had hit something beside its intentioned target, probably Gumball. "Sorry Bubba, but, survival of the fittest!" He and Fionna got into a full meatball war. Red pasta sauce was flying, splattering against the walls and floor, staining all their clothes. All PG could do was sit there in shock, staring at them. Their faces were covered in sauce and small meat pieces.

Marshall wiped the tomato product from his face so he was able to see again. "I'm ending this!" He grabbed his plated, flew over to Fionna, and smiled mischievously. "Messy package for Fionna the Human!" He flipped the plate over, letting all the noodles, sauce, and remaining meatballs slide onto her bunny hat; then he dropped the plate, laughing at her.

Fionna gasped and growled. "I hate you!" Her face was red with anger as she shook her head letting the food fall to the ground and grabbing her own plate of spaghetti. "Take this you freak!" Jumping on him made both of them to fall to the floor. Marshall hissed in surprise, but she didn't stop. She grabbed the neck of his shit and poured the noodles down his back.

"Oh my Grod!" Marshall jumped up which knocked her down and started whining, "AHH!" The slipperiness of it made it easy for it to go down his back. "This is so gross! Holy fudge!" He speed around the room moaning out, "It's going down my pants now! Dear Glob! It's somewhere spaghetti should never be!"

Prince Gumball had witness everything that had been going on. The room looked like a tomato bomb had gone off, Fionna was laughing her butt off, and Marshall was flipping out. Yelling about the stuff on his clothes, in his hair, and in his boxers. PG rubbed his eyes and yelled, "Next . . . !"

Ugh sorry this took so long. I have a sever medical case called procrastination :P I think that the next chapter is the last. Sorry it's getting a bit stale, but it's my first story so be gentle. No punchies! Please review and I'll hand out pickles. Say no to hoes, say yes to pickles! I got a pickle, I got a pickle- Okay off topic but I like the Little Rascals! c: thank you all!