The Triangle/Transcript

(School bell rings, Coach walking down the hallway, with the sound of a timpani with every step, peels a banana and a slide whistle plays with every peel, trumpet plays loudly and scares coach, drops her banana and sad trombone plays, bends over to get it and a baritone plays, Mrs. Simian bumps into Coach and crash cymbals plays.)

Principal Brown: Excellent Banana Joe, now everyone has there instruments for the marching band.

Gumball: What about me?

Principal Brown: Ah yes, the triangle.

Gumball: (sighs) The triangle again, dude if this instrument were a dance it would look like this

(Gumball does a ridiculous and stupid looking dance.)

Darwin: Oh no, in the hands of an expert, the triangle can be subtle and very expensive-(sighs) (gets cut off by Gumball hitting the triangle.) Come on why don't try and be good at something for once.

Gumball:(thinks) hmmmmm-nah, you see, when you try but fail people think your a loser, but if you skip the try and decide to fail right away, then everyone thinks you've got the talent but you're to cool to waste it on them, its like chickens, no one knows if they can really fly or not, that's what makes them cool.

Darwin : So that's your life plan huh, be a massive chicken?

Gumball: Yes, clack like the eagle, when they crash and burn.

Principal Brown: Leslie, you have the solo as usual.

Leslie: Sussie give me an A.

(Sussie rubs the top of her head and the musical sound A comes out, Leslie matches the pitch and starts to play a action sounding solo, while dancing around the room.)

(Banana Joe cuts off Leslie.)

Banana Joe: Hey wait how come I don't get to play a solo.

Principal Brown: Okay play a solo.

(Banana Joe steps up, gets a deep breath, and starts repeatedly hitting his crash cymbals making an obnoxious sond.)

Principal Brown That's why, just concentrate hitting on the right mo-(gets cut of by a crash by Banana Joe)-ment.