I just wanted to thank EvelioandZgroup for coming up with this chapter idea.
That said, read and enjoy!
The Newcomer
An Amazing World of Gumball Story
By NeoNimbus
Chapter 38-The Amnesia
It was just another typical afternoon for Gaylord Robinson, better known as Mr. Robinson, as he happily read the newspaper and drinking a cup of coffee. At least, it was until he heard something crashing through the window, as a baseball landed in his cup, splashing coffee all over the disgruntled puppet's face.
"Sorry about that!" a voice called out.
Mr. Robinson could only grumbled in response, before the older puppet got out of his seat and made his way to the front door, determined to confront the perpetrator responsible for destroying his window. As soon as he opened it, he was greeted by a certain blue feline; a two-legged goldfish and a purple fox he's starting to get use to, each carrying a baseball bat. Upon seeing the latter's expression of guilt, it didn't take Mr. Robinson too long to realize who hit the baseball to begin with.
"May I ask why you wrecked one of my windows again kid?"
"It was an accident, Mr. Robinson. I swear, I never meant to smash your window on purpose." Brian explained.
"Just like the time that you repeatedly smashed my windows for the last few weeks?" Mr. Robinson pointed out, causing the purple fox to only wince in response.
"Mr. Robinson, Brian just said he was sorry." Darwin said to the older puppet.
"Can we at least please get our ball back? We promise, we'll play somewhere else so it won't happen again." Gumball pleaded.
Mr. Robinson pondered for a moment, thinking what the blue feline had just said to him. For the last few weeks, Gumball and his friends have been playing their baseball game in the backyard and every time their fox friend hits the ball, he ended up wrecking one window after another. Even though deep down Brian wasn't doing it on purpose, it still irked the older puppet. But after hearing Gumball's pleas, he decided to let it go for the moment.
"Alright Gumball, I'll give the ball back, provided that you and your buddies will go somewhere else."
Gumball and Darwin rejoiced after hearing Mr. Robinson's answer, while Brian could only sigh in relief, as the older puppet gave the baseball back to the blue feline.
"That said…GET OUT OF MY SIGHT THIS INSTANT!" Mr. Robinson angrily shouted, before he slammed the front door.
"Mr. Robinson is such a nice guy." Gumball happily commented, ignorant of the older puppet's action.
"I know Gumball…" Darwin began "It was a good thing that he gave back our baseball. Isn't that right Brian?"
"Um…yeah, Mr. Robinson did the right thing." said Brian, feigning a smile for his friends.
"As much as I want to talk about Mr. Robinson all day, we should head to the park and play our game there. At least we won't bother him." Gumball informed his friends.
"Sounds like a good plan." Brian said to the blue feline.
With that, the trio left the Robinson residence and proceeded to make their way to the park, as Brian looked at Gumball and Darwin, oblivious to the older puppet's rude demeanor.
'Man, there so positive that they'll block anything negative around them. No wonder they don't see Mr. Robinson as the grouchy old man he really is.'
Mr. Robinson looked through the window, watching Gumball, Darwin and Brian from a distance. Once the boys disappeared from sight, the older puppet let out a sigh of relief, knowing that he won't be bothered by them for the entire day.
'At long last, I finally have some peace and quiet.' Mr. Robinson thought, as he happily made his way to his chair.
But halfway to his destination, the older puppet stopped dead in his tracks, as Mr. Robinson found himself staring at his wife. For some reason, Margaret had two suitcases next to her, much to his confusion.
"What's with the suitcases, Margaret? Are we supposed to go on vacation or something?"
In response, the older female puppet leaned towards her husband and quickly whispered something into his ear. As soon as Margaret was done with her conversation with Mr. Robinson, her husband looked at his wife with his eyes wide open.
"You're visiting your parents this weekend?"
Margaret tilted her head, somewhat annoyed that her husband had forgotten that she was going to see her parents. She even brought this up on several occasions almost everyday and assumed Mr. Robinson would have remembered it by now.
"Sorry for upsetting you like that, Margaret." Mr. Robinson apologized, as he rubbed his head sheepishly. "It's just that I've been preoccupied by Gumball and Darwin's new buddy. He keeps smashing our windows with his baseball."
The moment Mr. Robinson mentioned the boys' name; Margaret's annoyance was replaced by concern, as she looked at her husband rather worriedly.
"Everything will be fine, Margaret. The boys are playing far from here and they won't be bothering me for the rest of the day. You just spend some time with your family and I look after the house."
Margaret continued to look at her husband, not convinced by his assurance. But as much as the older female puppet wanted to dwell on this, it was neither the time nor place to do so. Right now, she needed to make sure that she would get to her parent's house before traffic picks up.
With that in mind, Margaret picked up her suitcases, kissed Mr. Robinson on the cheek and quickly walked to the front door, before she started the engine and proceeded to drive off to her destination, leaving the older puppet on his own in the house.
"Well, this might be my lucky day." said a joyful Mr. Robinson. "Now, I could finally have some peace and quiet."
Several minutes had passed since Gumball, Darwin and Brian left the neighborhood, but the trio couldn't care less about time for the moment. After making their way to the park, the trio decided to resume playing their game, without any further interference.
"Alright Gumball, it looks like it's your turn." Brian called out to the blue feline, as he prepared to swing the baseball bat.
"Are you sure about that?" Gumball questioned the purple fox. "No offense, but every time you hit the ball, it ends up crashing into something…"
"…Or hitting someone in the head." Darwin added.
"Don't worry about it, you guys. We're in the park, so I doubt I'll hit anything." Brian insisted.
Gumball and Darwin looked at one another, unsure of whether or not they should trust their friend's judgment. At the same time, they just wanted to have some fun. After all, they did promise Mr. Robinson that they would be playing elsewhere, hoping that they wouldn't destroy one of his windows again.
With that in mind, Gumball threw the baseball right at Brian, as the purple fox swung the baseball bat as hard as he can, hitting the ball right on target. But the purple fox ended up hitting the baseball too hard, sending it far away from the boys, as they could do nothing but stare.
"Where do you think its going?" asked Darwin.
"I don't know, but we should follow the baseball and see where it landed." Brian replied.
"Brian's right; lets just get our ball back right away." said Gumball.
Agreeing with their next course of action, the boys immediately tracked down the baseball, hoping that, wherever it landed on, it would be at a safe spot that they can easily retrieved it.
It had only been a few minutes, but Mr. Robinson was already enjoying his time alone, relaxing on a lawn chair, drinking iced tea and reading the newspaper in the backyard. He hadn't seen Gumball, Darwin or Brian anywhere in sight and the older puppet prayed that it stayed that way, even if it's only for the day.
"This is the life." said Mr. Robinson, as he took a sip from his drink.
While the older puppet continued to idle around, unbeknownst to Mr. Robinson, a baseball was soaring through the sky and before long, the ball was slowly descending its way towards the older puppet, pulled by the gravitational force, increasing its speed with each passing second.
Sensing that something was amiss, Mr. Robinson got off from his lawn chair and looked up, just to see the baseball heading right towards him.
"Oh crud." was the last thing Mr. Robinson said, as the baseball promptly hit him squarely on the head, leaving the older puppet completely dazed, before everything around him became dark and he fainted in his own backyard.
Gumball, Darwin and Brian couldn't believe what had just happened. By the time they located their ball, the boys were stunned to find Mr. Robinson lying in the backyard with a huge lump on his head. Thankfully for them, Anais, who witnessed what had happened to the older puppet, was already in the backyard inspecting Mr. Robinson's unconscious body by the time the trio showed up.
"Anais, how's Mr. Robinson?" asked a frantic Gumball, as he, Darwin and Brian approached the child prodigy.
"Don't worry Gumball; Mr. Robinson is fine for the moment." Anais assured her brother, much to his relief. "It's amazing that the baseball didn't fracture his skull."
"Oh…about that…" Brian began, as he rubbed his head sheepishly. "I might have something to do with it."
"Jeez, you think?!" Gumball shouted at his friend, as Brian could recoil from his friend's outburst. "You could have caused Mr. Robinson to kick the bucket!"
"Gumball, it wasn't on purpose, I swear!" Brian reacted defensively.
"Guys, this is no time for arguing." Darwin spoke out, getting himself between his friends. "Right now, we should just wait for Mr. Robinson to wake up and gave him a proper apology."
"Speaking of which, Mr. Robinson is starting to wake up." Anais informed the boys, as the older puppet was starting to stir, rubbing the lump on top of his head.
"Mr. Robinson, are you alright?" asked Gumball.
"Who's Mr. Robinson?" the older puppet muttered, before he notice Gumball, Darwin, Anais and Brian in front of him. "More importantly, who are you people?"
Gumball, Darwin, Brian and Anais looked at one another, both shocked and worried by Mr. Robinson's behavior. It was the last thing they ever expected to happen.
"Anais, why is Mr. Robinson behaving like that?" Darwin asked his sister.
"Judging from his clueless expression, I'm going to have to diagnose him with amnesia." Anais replied.
"Oh my goodness, that's terrible!" Gumball shouted with horror, before he looked at Anais with a dumbfounded look. "What's amnesia?"
Anais, astonished that her older brother had no idea of the term, face palmed in response, before she took a deep breath and began to explain to Gumball.
"Amnesia is the result of losing memories due to physical and psychological traumas. Fortunately, the effects can be temporary."
"I heard they can sometimes become permanent." Brian added, prompting Gumball to gasp in horror.
"Are you saying that Mr. Robinson might not know he is anymore?!"
"Let's not jump to conclusion Gumball." said Brian, as the purple fox attempted to calm the blue feline down. "We'll just have to find a way to jog his memory back, that's all."
"Brian's right, Gumball…" Anais began. "All we have to do is find something that Mr. Robinson will be familiar with. That way, his memories will no longer be suppressed and he'll be back to his old self in no time."
"Then what are waiting for, you guys? Let's do this." Darwin stated.
"Sorry if I interrupt anything…" Mr. Robinson apologized, garnering him attention from the four kids. "But would any of you mind telling me what's going on?"
"Don't worry Mr. Robinson; we'll help you return to your old self." Gumball informed the confused older puppet. "But for now, just trust us on this."
"Well…alright kid, if you say so." said Mr. Robinson, before the four led him out of the backyard, hoping that his amnesia didn't cause too much damage.
The four agreed to take the amnesiac older puppet to the Watterson residence, in the hopes that both Richard and Nicole would jog Mr. Robinson's memories enough to help him remember who he is. The older puppet, for his part, was just looking around the living room and couldn't help but be amazed by their living arrangements.
"Do you kids live like this all the time?"
"We sometimes do, Mr. Robinson." Gumball admitted. "But we manage what we have around here."
"That sounds reasonable enough." said Mr. Robinson, before something came to his mind. "By the way, are you sure 'Mr. Robinson' is my real name?"
Before Gumball could answer the older puppet's question, he, along with his friends, stopped what they were doing, as Richard and Nicole came downstairs, curious to wonder what was going on, until they spotted Mr. Robinson, much to their discomfort.
"Oh Mr. Robinson, I didn't expect to see you here." Nicole nervously spoke.
"What brings you to our house today?" Richard cautiously asked.
"Believe me; I don't have the slightest clue myself." Mr. Robinson replied, much to Richard and Nicole's confusion. "All I do know is that these kids here are trying to help me remember."
Richard and Nicole look at one another, somewhat dumbfounded by the older puppet's last statement. Eventually, it dawned onto them once they realized what was going on.
"Say Richard, don't you think we have something important to attend to?" Nicole asked her husband, before she nudged him on the stomach.
"Oh, um, yeah Nicole, I think we should do that right now." Richard quickly replied, before focus his attention to the children. "You kids be careful with Mr. Robinson."
With that, both Nicole and Richard went upstairs, deciding it was best not to interfere for now, leaving Brian, the Watterson siblings and Mr. Robinson on their own downstairs, the latter still looking at them with a confused look.
"So who were those people just now?"
"You mean…you didn't recognize them?" asked an astonished Brian.
"Believe me kid, if I did, I would know them right away."
Brian and the Watterson siblings could do nothing but sigh, dismayed that Nicole and Richard's presence didn't do anything to help Mr. Robinson and it was clear to them that this task is going to prove to be a lot difficult than they thought.
For Rocky Robinson, it was a moment of peace and relaxation in his own department, especially with all the duties he had to pull off around Elmore Junior High. After all the hard work he put up in the school, it was good to have some peace and quiet for a change. Or at least, it was supposed to be, until someone was knocking on the door, much to his surprise.
'Now who could that be?' Rocky thought, before the orange puppet got off of his seat and made his way to the door. Upon opening it, Rocky was surprised to see Gumball, Darwin, Anais and Brian in front of him, along with his dad. Wait a minute, why is his dad here to begin with?
"Would you care to explain why you guys brought my dad here?" Rocky asked, hoping to get some answers out of them.
Brian and the Watterson siblings didn't answer the orange puppet's question right away, as they could only cringed in response, while Mr. Robinson looked at Rocky with a look of confusion on his face, before focusing his attention to the four.
"Are you sure this fellow is my son? No offense, but he seems rather off."
Rocky was stunned to hear this from his father and was dumbfounded to know that the older puppet didn't recognize him like always. Sensing something was very wrong, the orange puppet looked at the four kids, arching an eyebrow in curiosity.
"Long story short, I accidentally gave Mr. Robinson amnesia and since then, me, Gumball, Darwin and Anais have been trying to help him remember who he is." Brian explained.
"That makes more sense now." Rocky commented. "So basically, you want me to help jog my dad's memories back so he can be his old self once again?"
"That's why we're here in the first place, Rocky." said Darwin.
"Yeah, so can you at least try your best to help Mr. Robinson?" Gumball asked the orange puppet.
Rocky pondered for a moment, thinking of this unusual situation presented to him. Even though he had a complicated, if awkward, relationship with his parents, a part of him still loves them enough to at least make them feel very proud of him.
With that in mind, Rocky turned to the four, ready to give them his answer.
"Alright you guys; come on in and I'll see what I can do."
Gumball, Darwin, Anais and Brian let out a sigh of relief, as they, along with Mr. Robinson, went inside Rocky's apartment, hoping that he would be able to help his dad out.
10 minutes later…
Brian, along with Rocky and his friends, sat on the couch, dismay that everything they had tried did little to help Mr. Robinson out to return to his old self.
First, Rocky decided to call the Old Men up to his place, hoping that the older puppet would at least recognize one of them. Instead, the Old Men began talking nonstop of their youths, none of which helped Mr. Robinson out at all, prompting the five to ask them to leave the apartment.
Next, Brian and the Watterson siblings convinced Rocky to talk his dad about his childhood experience, ranging from his first day at school to his high school prom date. Amazingly, it appeared that Rocky's attempt prompted Mr. Robinson to ponder for a moment, as the older puppet tried his best to recall some of them. Unfortunately for the five, Mr. Robinson just shook his head in disagreement, much to their disappointment.
Recently, Gumball and Darwin attempted to recreate certain scenarios in front of Mr. Robinson; whether it was the time they tried to help him out with his marriage or the time that they tried to clean up his car. Despite admitting that their reenactments were vaguely familiar to him, Mr. Robinson still wasn't able to remember who he is.
"Geez Louise! No matter how hard we try, nothing's working!" Brian shouted, frustrated that the older puppet remained clueless throughout the entire day.
"We can't give up yet, Brian. We still need to help Mr. Robinson out." Gumball pleaded.
"But we try everything we could think of Gumball. Despite our best attempt, he still has no idea what we're talking about." Darwin gloomily pointed out.
"For once, I have to agree with Darwin on this one…" Anais began. "We did the best we can to help Mr. Robinson out. Let's face it, we've tried everything and nothing worked."
"Maybe you guys haven't tried everything." Rocky spoke out, prompting both Brian and the Watterson siblings to turn their attention to the orange puppet.
"What do you exactly meant by that?" asked Brian.
"Does my dad still have his white Cadillac back at his place?"
"Why would that be important?" Gumball questioned Rocky, prompting the orange puppet to take a deep breath before he could offer the blue feline an explanation.
"This might sound stupid, but…"
After Rocky explained to the four on what he had in mind, the six of them returned to the Robinson residence and just as they expected, Mr. Robinson's white Cadillac was still on the driveway, just the way it was all day. But before they could pull this idea off, Brian turned to Rocky, still unsure of his plan.
"Are you sure this is the only way it'll help Mr. Robinson remember who he is?"
"I'm positive about this, Brian." Rocky replied. "If there's anything I know about my dad, his white Cadillac is his joy and life. Believe me Brian; he cares about it just as he cares about my mom. If this doesn't work, I don't know what else will."
Brian pondered for a moment, thinking of what Rocky had just said right now. If the orange puppet was right about this, then there was no doubt that Mr. Robinson will regain his memories and his entire identity. On the other hand, however, this plan might be all for nothing, just like everything else. Even so, the purple fox realized that he and his friends needed to take a risk on this one.
With that in mind, Brian sighed before he turned his attention to Rocky, ready to give him his answer.
"Alright then, let's do this for Mr. Robinson."
"That's music to my ears." Gumball spoke, as he pulled a tire iron from the white Cadillac's trunk and proceeded to make several dents on the vehicle.
"Gumball, what the flip are you doing?" a surprised Brian asked his friend, before he grabbed the tire iron from the blue feline.
"Isn't it obvious Brian? I'm trying to hit Mr. Robinson's car enough for him to remember." Gumball replied casually.
"We're not here to damage his car; we're supposed to make it look like it was damaged." Brian explained.
"Brian's got a point…" Darwin began, much to the purple fox's satisfaction. "Besides, you're doing it all wrong."
"Darwin, what are you-" was all Brian could say, before the two-legged fish suddenly pulled out a spray paint can from his back and proceeded to make several random drawings on it, much to the purple fox's chagrin.
"Darwin, that's not what I have in mind! Cut it out already!" Brian shouted, before he grabbed the spray paint can from the two-legged fish's flipper.
"Oh c'mon Brian, I'm just trying to help Mr. Robinson out." Darwin complained. "Besides, I haven't seen you come up with any ideas!"
"Now that he mentions it, all you've been doing is complaining." Gumball pointed out.
"Oh really?" Brian asked his friends, as he crossed his arms and gave the two an unimpressed look.
As the boys continued to argue with one another, Rocky, Anais and Mr. Robinson could only stand and watch as the scene unfold right in front of them, the latter just as clueless as he was, before he turned his attention to the orange puppet and the child prodigy.
"Are they always like this?" the older puppet questioned the two.
"You get use to it." Rocky replied. "But don't worry dad, they aren't that bad."
"That's good to hear…I think." Mr. Robinson spoke with uncertainty. "Also, don't call me 'dad' for the moment; it's just too weird for me."
"Sorry." Rocky apologized, as he rubbed his head sheepishly.
"I'm sorry for interrupting you two, but I'm just going to try to settle things between those three." Anais informed the puppets.
Both Rocky and Mr. Robinson nodded their heads in agreement, before the child prodigy made her way to Brian and her brothers, still arguing with one another on how to help the older puppet out.
"Would you guys knock it for just a moment?" Anais shouted.
The trio ignored the child prodigy, as they were focused on their arguments, prompting Anais to sigh in exasperation, before she attempted to get their attention once more.
"Hello…are you three even listening to me?"
As Anais attempted to get their attention, the child prodigy stepped on a small rock, causing the child prodigy to begin slipping. Despite her best attempt to regain her balance, Anais eventually fell on her back, accidentally hitting the white Cadillac in the process, prompting Gumball, Darwin and Brian to turn around and saw Anais on the ground.
"Are you alright Anais?" asked Brian, as he, Gumball and Darwin helped the child prodigy up on her feet.
"Don't worry about it, you guys. I'm fine." the child prodigy informed the boys.
Just then, the four kids noticed the white Cadillac acting rather erratic, as the vehicle was shaking rather violently. After doing this for a few more seconds, the white Cadillac finally caved in, bursting into several smaller pieces in the process, much to their shock.
"Guys, something's going on with my dad." Rocky alerted the four, prompting Brian and the Watterson siblings to turn around and saw a look of shock on Mr. Robinson's face. It was as if something inside him had lit up; it was clear that seeing the car in ruins had done the trick.
"Wait a minute…" Mr. Robinson finally spoke. "I think I actually seen this before. In fact…"
7 years ago…
It was just another day for Mr. Robinson, back when his entire head was covered in red hair, as he happily washed his brand new white Cadillac. He couldn't believe how much it cost when he purchased it and he loved it just as he loved Margaret. In fact, once he was done giving his sweet ride a few touch ups, he can happily cruise around the neighborhood and show it off to all the neighbors. After all, nothing could go wrong on this day. Or at least, that's what he had hoped for until…
"Hello Mr. Robinson!" a high pitch voice greeted the older puppet, prompting Mr. Robinson to turn around and see a five year old Gumball, dressed in a green shirt and blue overalls, looking at him rather innocently.
"Who are you kid?" the older puppet politely asked.
"My name is Gumball Watterson sir and I lived right next to you." the young blue feline happily replied, before he pointed to the sky blue house just a few inches away from him.
"I see." Mr. Robinson commented. "Anyway, what is that you need?"
"Is it alright if I help you, Mr. Robinson? I promise I'll be on my best behavior." Gumball pleaded.
"Well…alright, I suppose." The older puppet replied, much to the young blue feline's joy, before Gumball pulled a magnifying glass from his pocket and began inspecting the white Cadillac. Upon further inspection, the young blue feline stopped what he was doing and couldn't believe what he was looking at.
"Mr. Robinson, I think you missed a spot." Gumball informed the older puppet, pointing to the car's hood.
"Are you sure about that kid?" Mr. Robinson asked, as he made his way to Gumball.
"See for yourself."
As Gumball put the magnifying glass much closer to the Cadillac's hood for the older puppet to see, without warning, the car suddenly burst into flames, much to their shock. Before they knew it, the entire Cadillac was engulfed and in a matter of seconds, the vehicle dispersed into ashes.
While Mr. Robinson stood on the spot with a look of disbelief, all Gumball could do was laugh nervously of his actions, before dashing back into his house, leaving the older puppet to mourn for his loss.
"My…CAR!"
A few years had passed and Mr. Robinson, by this point, was approaching his retirement. The older puppet still had some hair, but some of them have thinned out, while the rest remained on the side and back of his head. As always, the older puppet was just finishing up cleaning his white Cadillac; he had to admit, he did a good job with the vehicle. Now all he has to do is take it for a drive and-
"Hi there Mr. Robinson!"
Mr. Robinson could only shuttered in response and with some reluctance, the older puppet turned around and saw Gumball, whom by now, was attending grade school, wearing a red shirt and grey shorts, alongside with a fish with two legs, wearing only a pair of sneakers, much to his curiosity.
"Who's this fellow right there?" Mr. Robinson inquired to Gumball.
"Oh yeah, it's first time meeting him. Mr. Robinson, meet my friend and brother, Darwin."
"Hello." Darwin happily greeted the astonished puppet.
"This fish is your brother?"
"Yeah, he use to be my pet until he grew too legs." Gumball replied.
Mr. Robinson was a bit weirded out to hear such an answer from the young blue feline, but the older puppet decided that it was best not to ask him further about it. In fact, something else came to mind.
"Care to explain why you and your pal are here?"
"That's simple Mr. Robinson…" Gumball began. "I wanted to show you my brother's dance routine."
"Watch and be amazed." said Darwin, as the two-legged fish began to twirl around, showing off his legs. But in the midst of his performance, Darwin accidentally hit the white Cadillac, causing the vehicle to drive off from the driveway, before being slammed into an oncoming truck, flattening the car like it was nothing. Realizing what they have done, Gumball and Darwin nervously backed away from Mr. Robinson, before they quickly dashed their way back in their house, leaving the older puppet to mourn for his loss.
A few more years had passed and by now, Mr. Robinson had gotten use to the presence of Gumball and his siblings, despite the trouble they caused around him. It didn't help that he had to adjust to the presence of their new fox friend, who, for reasons unknown keeps hitting his windows every time he hits the ball, even though it was an accident. The only good thing about the purple fox was that he was aware of his nature and for once, it didn't bother Mr. Robinson one bit.
Right now, he just wanted to admire the new Cadillac that he had bought. Just looking at this beauty was to bring a smile on his face. So far, everything seems to be in perfect-
"Look out!" Brian shouted.
Startled by this, Mr. Robinson turned around and saw an oncoming baseball heading right his path, prompting the older puppet to quickly dodge it. The same can't be said for the white Cadillac, as the ball hit the windshield, shattering to several piece, much to Mr. Robinson's dismay.
"Sorry about that." the purple fox apologized, as Mr. Robinson could only grumble in annoyance.
The present…
One by one, Mr. Robinson was able to recall everything that had happened to him, which proved to only enrage the older puppet, as his entire face was starting to turn red and steam were shooting out of his ears. It was clear to Brian, Rocky and the Watterson siblings that the older puppet had recovered from his amnesia.
"Um…it looks like Mr. Robinson finally remembers who he is." said a nervous Gumball.
"You don't have to state the obvious." Anais fearfully admonished her older brother.
"What should we do now?" asked Darwin.
"Isn't it obvious Darwin? We get the fudge out of here before Mr. Robinson loses it!" Brian replied.
"I'm with Brian on this one. Believe me, its better we get out of here as fast as we can." Rocky stated.
Accepting the orange puppet's words, Brian, as well as his friends, quickly rushed back to their own homes, just as Mr. Robinson gave out the loudest scream for all of Elmore to hear.
It had been a very long day for Mr. Robinson, as the weary older puppet made his way inside his own home, picked up an ice pack for his head and sat on the couch, just wanting to get some peace and quiet. After all the trouble that Gumball and his friends put him through, he was far from happy and didn't want to think about it.
On the other hand, however, they and his son did help him recover from his amnesia. Deep down, he was very grateful for their help, even if it did result in the destruction of his white Cadillac. Still, this was no time for thinking about such things; right now, he just wanted to get some rest.
'Maybe I should show them my gratitude the next time I see them.'
Just before the older puppet could get some rest, Mr. Robinson woke up almost right away, as the telephone suddenly rang. Ignoring the painful headache, the older puppet made his way to the phone, as he proceeded to answer it.
"Hello?" Mr. Robinson stated, before he received an all-too familiar voice, much to his joy.
"Oh, hello Margaret. Looks like you made it to your parent's house. How's my day? Well, it's kind of a funny story…"
Next time on The Newcomer
Chapter 39-The Attitude
A new kid rubs Brian and the Watterson siblings the wrong way, but they soon discover that there's more to him than meets the eye.
Tidbits
-Man, this was the longest chapter I have ever typed for this story, but it still worth the challenge.
-I wanted to thank EvelioandZgroup again for coming up with this chapter idea. I apologize it took so long and I hope I did the best I can with it.
I hope everyone enjoyed reading "The Amnesia" and I'll be seeing ya next chapter!