Gumby asked, "What should I call you, little voice?"

The clay being replied, "You know, no one has really asked me that before. Just call me Clumpy!"

Gumby said, "Okay, Clumpy, let's find my Family."

Gumby slid across the clay with the grace of an ice skater. He began to search the town.

He found his old house but noticed that upon entering, it was totally devoid of life.

Clumpy said, "Oh well, I guess your family isn't here yet."

Gumby asked, "What do you mean?"

Clumpy replied, "Your family will come eventually in the future, and I can give you the power to travel forward in time at lightning speed! But I must warn you, the further forwards we go, the weaker I'll be. It will be harder for me to restore you completely."

Gumby asked, "Why?"

Clumpy answered, "That, I can't say for sure."

Gumby asked, "How?"

Clumpy answered, "By playing a song from a different era of music!"

Gumby was surprised and asked, "There are different eras of music?"

Clumpy replied, "Yep!"

Gumby said, "Alright, let's start!"

Clumpy said, "Well, alright, let's go!"

Gumby strummed his guitar. He began to play a slow but upbeat song.

Clumpy sang, "Let's get together, honey!

Let's make everything right!

Let's make a difference, baby!

Let's march all day and night!"

He began to play a little faster.

Clumpy continued singing, "Ooh

Let's get psychedelic!"

Gumby joined in, "Oh baby!

Let's get psychedelic!"

Clumpy instructed, "Just play your guitar a little now."

Gumby strummed the instrument expertly, smoothly, and hypnotically. When he eventually stopped, a wave washed over the world.

Clumpy asked, "You got it?"

Gumby chirped, "I sure did! Thanks, pal!"

The front door opened, and Gumby's family came in. He swung his guitar over his shoulder.

Gumby excitedly squealed, "Mom! Dad! Minga!"

He rushed to hug them.

Gumbo said with a chuckle, "Careful, Gambino, you don't want to absorb us in your clay!"

Gumby let them go with a bit of a nervous chuckle, "Oh, right."

Gumba asked, "Where have you been? I must have turned Clayville on its head to find you!"

Gumby said, a bit embarrassed, "That I don't know. The last thing I remember before I spent time as Gary in Lakeview was the Blockheads running off with my guitar. It's a good thing Clumpy helped me get it back!"

Minga chuckled, "Oh yeah, your imaginary friend that lives in the clay."

Gumba scolded, "Be nice to your older brother, Minga."

Gumby said dismissively, "Aw, don't worry about it, Mom."

Gumbo said, "Well, now that the family is all here, we can just relax and enjoy a nice dinner together. Right, Gumby?"

Clumpy noted, "It would give me more clay to restore you."

Gumby said, "Right you are, pops!"

They all settled down for the evening as Gumba made them a nice chicken dinner. Gumby felt his insides turn to clay, all except his heart. Something was preventing that part of himself from becoming clay.