"Hey Gumball, help me with these bag-" Nicole was interrupted by his shushing of how he wanted to watch the news.
"You were never this interested in the news when you were young, you know." She said wondering why he wanted to watch that foolery.
"Crime in Coughen. A group of people we are calling the 'Ghosts of Crime' robbed then destroyed Coughen's mall yesterday around 8:30 PM. The thieves made off with 3.9 Million dollars and claimed over 1,200 lives total. One person managed to send a recording of the crime before she died. We've identified one of the criminals as Kaukugel, which appears to be German, but the EPD has not found an accurate translation, but they are still looking-" The door bell rang, interrupting the News ancorman. Gumabll got up from the couch and answered it, but who was there did not at all make him happy.
„Hello, Im Sergeant Johnson from the Elmore Police Department, are you Gumball Tris Watterson?" The man asked.
"Um... Ya? What's it to ya?" Gumball replied, unsure why the police are at his parent's door.
"Then you are under arrest under the charge of Grand Theft." The doughnut explained.
"Woh, What? I didn't do anything!"
"Gumball, who's at- OH MY GOD!" Nicole screamed, their Family Reunion was now ruined, „What are you doing with my son?!"
"Ma'am he is under arrest for the assault on Coughen's Mall and the theft of 3.9 Million under the name 'Kaukugel'."
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"We have apprehended one of the 'Ghosts of Crime' members, his name is Gumball Watterson, and he is currently under interrogation. No further comment." The chief of Police said.
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"This look familiar Dipshit?" A doughnut said, slamming a wallet on the metal table of the Interrogation room.
"Your going to have to be more specific, I've seen millions of wallets like that."
"Does this look familiar?" The doughnut opened the wallet and revealed a drivers' License, not just any at fact, but Gumball's.
"Yah. It's my ID, so what? I lost it at that mall before the criminals showed up, by the time they got their I was hanging with some friends at my apartment. Go ahead and ask them, we we're drinking last night."
"And your friends are?"
"Jhon Anders, and his friend, I forgot his name, something with a ‚B', ummm... Bob? Bert? Ben? Ya, Ben sounds right."
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"His story checks out Mark, we have to let him out."
"But sir, I can tell it's him. He's one of them."
"Let him out before you take his place."
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"Watterson, your free." The Sergeant said, opening the cell door for him to exit, but he stopped next to the Cop.
"My wallet." Gumball asked. His palm flat next to the cops right pocket.
The doughnut thought for a second, reached into his pocket, and dropped it into the cat's hand without saying a word, and the cat left.