Author's Note: In case anyone didn't know Marshall Lee will be playing 2 characters in this story. I don't care what people say he seems to fit both roles well. Time to answer reviews.

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Okay enough with the reviews on with the story.

Chapter 3 Hit Me With Your Best Shot

We find Gumball struggling to find a way to deal with the unpaid taxes that are threatening the club. "This is a disaster!" Gumball said frustrated. "What do you mean?" Lee asked. "This place will be shut down if we don't pay taxes." "Well how much do we owe?" "327,000 dollars." their was a long silence "Oh! Well how are we gonna pay off that dept?" "I don't know! But if we don't do something, she going to shut us down." Gumball said turning on the T.V.

"Earlier today the Mayor Simon Pentikov and his wife held a press conference discussing the new clean L.A. act." the news man said recapping what happened earlier today. "I assure all of you that the whole city will be cleaned. Here to explain most of this new act is my lovely wife Bonnibel Bubblegum." Simon said letting his wife take the stage. "She looks like she crawled out of Marget Thatcher's bum hole." Lee said looking at her through the T.V.

"My fellow citizens, I called you here today to tell you that I will clean up this whole city so there will be no more strip clubs and no more rock and roll." that got people to applauded (apparently). Gumball then turned off the T.V. "What are we gonna do?" "Wait Gumball I got it Naked Jello Wrestling Thursdays! Eh." "Maybe it's time to cash it in!" "What so your just gonna sell this place, well what do I do? The Bourbon is my life, man!"

"Hold the phone! Did you see who's in today's paper?" Gumball said about to read the article. "Monster rockers, 'Arsenal', are breaking up. According to sources, lead singer, Marshall Lee, will leave the band after this tour to pursue a solo career-. That's it! Lee who gave Marshall and Arsenal their start?" "We did so?" "So? What if we hosted their last gig…ever."

"The last Arsenal show here?" Lee said liking the idea "I can tell that wouldn't generate an adequate tax revenue. Plus, Marshall still owes me from that hotel incident with the Cool Whip and the baby llama." "Love it." "I just hope it's enough." "It's got to be enough!" "Okay, I'll give Marshall's manager a call." Gumball said dialing the number. "I can't believe you still have his number."

Meanwhile

We find ourselves in an Arsenal's concertwhere everything is fine until Marshall's manager got a phone call. "Hello?" "Hey Peppermint Butler! It's Gumball." "Who?" "Gumball, Bubba Gumball. Listen, how would you like Arsenal's farewell show here at 'The Bourbon?'" "Yeah, well we already got something planned for their last tour gig in Portland. So ah…" "I understand that. But just imagine for a second Arsenal's last gig in the place that started it all. A lot of press on something like that."

"Well that sounds interesting." "Also you can do it for free." "That's out of the question." "Come on he owes me for that hotel incident and this way we'll be even." Peppermint Butler thought for while until he made his final decision. "Okay! You got show." "Thank you!" he then hangs up and Marshall Lee's manager decides to come into the rockstars dressing room and disturb his slumber.

"Hey Marshall! It time to go on stage." suddenly a man emerges under a bunch of sleeping women and reveals to be none other then the Marshall Lee. "I am on stage!" was all he could say before passing out and falling in the pond next to his bed.

Later

We find ourselves now in a church. "This will not stand! We wont let him play his long, hard, hateful music in our town." the mayors wife said to a bunch of women (In case nobody knows all the women there are the princesses but now their mothers). "Fellow mothers, this man, THIS MAN is responsible for so much filth!" the women agreed with her. "He's like a machine that spew out three things. Sex!" the women gasp. "Hateful music!" the women gasp. "And" theres a long silence until she came up with the word "SEX!" the women gasped. "We'll his filthy, little, hateful music, sex ride is over. Gotta stop. And were the ones who are gonna do it." the women all agreed.

PB's verse

Well you're a real tough cookie with a long history

Of breaking little hearts like the one in me

That's okay, let's see how you do it

Put up your dukes, let's get down to it

Hit me with your best shot

Why don't you hit me with your best shot?

Hit me with your best shot

Fire away

Assembled

You come on with the come on, you don't fight fair

PB's verse

That's okay, see if I care

Assembled

Knock me down, it's all in vain

I get right back on my feet again

Hit me with your best shot

PB's verse

Why don't you hit me with your best shot?

Assembled

Hit me with your best shot

Fire away

While they were singing the mayor was having an affair with his secretary who is known as the Ice Queen.

PB's verse

Well, you're a real tough cookie with a long history

Of breaking little hearts like the one in me

Before I put another notch in my lipstick case

You better make sure you put me in my place

Hit me with your best shot, c'mon!

Hit me with your best shot

Hit me with your best shot

Fire away

Assembled

Hit me with your best shot

Why don't you hit me with your best shot?

Hit me with your best shot

Fire away

And so they are off to protest.

Author's Note: Well I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter.