Gumball's P.O.V.
I watched Marceline hop for about twenty seconds, then spoke up. "What... are you doing?"
"I... I c-can't fl-float!" She wailed.
'What?' I blinked. "What do you mean, you can't float?"
"Look!" She jumped up into the air, landing with a soft thud.
"Okay. Don't freak out, okay?" I said, putting a hand on her arm.
She flashed me a smile. "The support is appreciated. However, as I'm not a Candy Person, and have no tendency to explode, I think that I'll completely, utterly and totally freak out now. Thanks anyway, Bubba." With that, she started pacing, pulling at her long hair and muttering.
"Bonnibell said that if anything strange started happening, we should inform her immediately." I said, touching her arm again, and she stopped in her tracks. "Let's head for the Candy Kingdom."
She nodded, and we started walking.
XXX
"I must admit that I am completely stumped." My cousin sighed, running a hand up to smooth down her hair. She'd been tirelessly studying the results of her tests and scans since Marcy hd left to get me the previous day. "Of course, I looked at one of the x-rays I took yesterday, and there appear to be two protrusions growing out of your shoulders, as well as one on the base of your spine." She tapped her chin absent-mindedly.
"So... I have nubs on my back?" Marceline raised an eyebrow. She'd stopped her panic attack about halfway to the Candy Kingdom, and was relatively calm now.
"And your lower back." I added.
"And a butt-nub." She amended.
I snorted, a grin spreading across my face. Bonnibell looked horrified at my un-prince-like behaviour. "Jerricho Bubba Lewis Gumball, what would your mother say if she heard that?" She admonished.
I shrugged. "It was funny. Am I not allowed to laugh now?"
She shook her head. "Never mind, you're being far too silly." She turned back to her readouts, muttering.
Meanwhile, Marcy was going through a long and involved list of things that could be happening to her, "Having an allergic reaction, had a spell put on me, I'm turning into a dragon, we're all hallucinating, I'm growing a new form-"
"What was that?" Bonnibell's head snapped up.
"I'm growing a new form?"
"Before that."
"Allergic reaction?"
"After that."
"We're hallucinating?"
"Before that."
"Spell?"
"After that."
"I'm turning into a dragon?" Marcy laughed sarcastically.
Bonnie looked at the printout in her hand, glancing up at her. "You'll thank me for this later." She said, before pacing one hand squarely on Marceline's back, and the other in the middle of her chest. Marcy squeaked the start of an indignant protest, and my cousin squeezed hr, setting her off like a butane barbecue lighter.
Flames crackled out from Marceline's lips, scorching the air and warming my face so much that my nose softened out of shape.
"What the flip did you do to me, Bonnie?!" She yelped, diving away from her.
"I applied pressure to your chest cavity, and caused a pyrotechnical chemical reaction that escaped through your windpipe."
"So, you squeezed me- and I breathed fire?!" She yelled. Her hands were shaking.
"Uh... yes, in layman's terms."
I, meanwhile, was doing a goldfish impression, thinking something along the lines of 'Whadahelljushappen?!'
"Marceline... can I take another blood sample? I'm going to go check your DNA for dragonic genetics."
Marcy held out her arm, blinking. "Bonnie, just figure out what the hell I am, an I'll be your slave forever."
P.B.'s P.O.V.
"That's not necessary, Marcel-"
"Uh..." Gumball's eyes rolled up, and he flopped back.
Marcy dived to catch him, poking him in the face to try and get a reaction before turning to me. "Congratulations, Bonnibell. You broke Gumball."