The episode opens with Gumball striking various poses for his school photograph. Unfortunately, all of his proofs come out awkward. He laments how his school photographs never look good. Mr. Small, the photographer for the day, suggests using Shotofop to improve his photograph, but Gumball has tried it without success. Banana Joe, among the impatient students waiting to be photographed, rushes to the photo session while holding his pose for so long. His banana skin breaks, ruining his photograph. Enraged, he vows revenge on Gumball. Gumball pleads Mr. Small to have his picture taken again. He allows him one more photograph, at 3:00 p.m. before he returns the camera.
In the school hallway, Gumball, Darwin, and other students check out their photographs posted on the wall, including Gumball's awkward one. Alan appears, and Gumball comments how his photographs are always perfect, even with a mole on his face. Humbly, Alan asserts that true beauty comes from within and tries to help, but Gumball blows him away for being too nice. Darwin agrees with Alan's statement, to which Gumball literally takes his eye off and looks inside his mouth. Darwin then concedes that Gumball has to accept himself for not being photogenic.
Through the day, Gumball makes several attempts to improve his photogenicness. First, he exercises his face with two small dumbbells attached to his lips, which causes his facial muscles to become swollen. Then he tries to smile with his eyes, in which his eyes literally transform into mouths. Next, he has Bobert fire laser at his face in order to have his skin burn, peel, and tan. Seeing that Gumball is taking it too far, Darwin suggests asking Alan for advice.
In the hallway, Gumball confronts Alan and demands he reveal his secret to looking good in photographs. Alan replies there is no such secret, so Gumball tries beating him up, which only results in himself getting beaten up by the passive balloon. In the boys' restroom, Gumball is dismayed at his swollen face, and is about to resign, when Darwin comes up with an idea. He starts manipulating Gumball's face, and after messing around with his face a bit, he molds Gumball's face into a handsome shape. Gumball is very pleased with the result, and he is finally good-looking enough for his final photograph, or so he thinks.
An hour before Gumball is scheduled to have his final photograph taken, he becomes paranoid that somebody, or possibly everybody, is out to ruin his newly handsome face. He and Darwin cautiously walk around the hallways. Meanwhile, Banana Joe is still bent on revenge against Gumball, so he marches through the hallways for him. Gumball and Darwin pass through a small group of students, who react to his face with disgust. However, Gumball assumes it is Darwin's supposedly ugly face they are reacting to. A little later, Gumball and Darwin comment about being in a horror movie, where lights flicker and roars are heard. Such events seem to come true, as the boys hear Tina's roars and see lights flicker in the hallways. They run away in terror, only to discover that Tina is roaring because she is doing painful splits while trying out for cheerleading team, and that Sussie is just playing around with the light switch. Soon, they approach Alan, whom they are worried that he may attempt to ruin Gumball's face. Darwin impulsively pops Alan and immediately regrets his action. However, Alan bears no ill feelings toward either boy, and Gumball is touched at his kindness.
At the photo session, Banana Joe prepares for a showdown, only to be unceremoniously squashed by Gumball opening the door. Mr. Small questions whether Gumball is really satisfied with his face, to which he affirms. Gumball poses for one last photograph, and unfortunately, he sneezes just as his photograph is taken, ruining his own shot at a decent school photograph.
When Gumball shows Alan the marathon picture, he states he had the flu at the time. Alan would have to stay home if he had the flu; otherwise, he would have made the other students sick after the marathon.
[The episode fades from black, showing Gumball with his back to the camera. After moving to the music's beat for a while, he turns around and poses for a photo. The camera snaps a photo, which shows an ugly Gumball. He continues to make several more poses, but all photos end up unsightly. Gumball starts crying. There is a long line of students behind him. Mr. Small, who was taking the photos, approaches Gumball and attempts to comfort him]
Banana Joe: Come on, we've been here all morning!
Tobias: Yeah, hurry up!
Leslie: Come on!
Mister Small: Hey, take it easy, little guy. You're putting too much pressure on yourself.
Gumball: Is it really too much to ask to have a decent school photo once in my life? [Continues crying]
Mister Small: Come on, it can't be that bad. [Picks up photos of Gumball, starts snickering uncontrollably, then takes a deep breath] Have you ever tried Shotofop?
Gumball: [Hands Mr. Small a bunch of photos] I've tried everything!
[Mr. Small looks through a series of Gumball's photos; each photo shows Gumball's awkward face being progressively blurred]
Gumball: [Sobs] The only solution was to airbrush my whole face out.
[Banana Joe runs into the photo studio, holding a pose]
Banana Joe: [Pants] Get out of the way! I can't hold this much longer! I've been holding this pose since breakfast! [Attempts to do so, then his banana skin splits at the belly. He gasps] Uh, it's okay. I'll just turn this way. [Changes pose. His banana skin splits in another part, and he gasps again] Let's just do a head shot. [Changes pose, and his banana skin splits apart at the head] Just take the photo! [Attempts to close his head split] Take the photo! [Camera shutter clicks. He becomes very angry] You'll pay for this, Gumball Watterson! [Stomps away from the photo studio]
Gumball: Please, Mr. Small. I can't be remembered this way. [Grabs Mr. Small's shirt and buries his face into it, muffling his speech] Just give me one more chance!
Mister Small: I'm sorry, but... I got to return the camera at three. [Gumball cries into his shirt. He sighs] Oh, all righty. Just come back at three. I'll take one last picture, and that's it. Okay?
[Gumball stops crying and takes his face off Mr. Small's shirt, his face smeared with rainbow print]
Gumball: You're a good man.
Mister Small: Next.
[Gumball walks away. Carrie enters the photo studio, and Mr. Small clicks the camera. A photo comes out, and they both look at it. It shows just the backdrop; Carrie cannot be seen on it]
Carrie: I'm not paying for that. [Phases through the photo backdrop]
[The students are in the hallway checking their photos out]
Tobias: Man, I look good.
[Penny laughs at her photo]
Darwin: You know what the real problem is with this?
Gumball: That I look like I should [Makes a face exactly like the one on his photo] speak like this?
Alan: No. The problem is, you need to learn to accept yourself for who you are.
Gumball: That’s easy for you to say, with your perfect face. [Gestures toward Alan’s photo]
Alan: It’s not that perfect. All you can see is my mole.
[Zoom in on Alan’s mole, which looks exactly like Alan himself]
Gumball: Dude, even your mole looks better on-camera than me.
Alan: Real beauty comes from within. You should – [Gumball blows him away] What – what are you doing?
Gumball: It’s bad enough... [Blows] that you’re a million time prettier than I am. [Blows] I don’t need you to rub in my face... [Blows] ...how mature and deep you are!
Alan: It’s okay. I understand.
[Gumball inhales deeply and blows him away]
Gumball: I can’t stand that guy.
Darwin: He’s right, though. Look inside yourself, and you’ll see how beautiful you are.
[Gumball pops off one of his eyes and puts it inside his mouth]
Gumball: All I can see is brains, guts, and some of today’s breakfast. [Replaces his eye]
Darwin: Yeah, I know. I was lying so you wouldn't be whining about your school photo all day. Just deal with it. You’re not photogenic, and there’s nothing you can do about it.
[Gumball tries to carry two dumbbells taped on two ends on his lips]
Darwin: I don't see how this is going to make you look better.
Gumball: Because the face is a muscle, the more you train it, the more awesome it looks.
[Gumball tries to lift them up higher and then stops]
Gumball: Yeah I think that's enough.
[Gumball rips the tape off and drops the dumbbells]
Gumball: Check this out.
[Gumball takes a few deep breaths]
[Gumball's face turns puffy]
Gumball: The most important thing is to smile with your eyes!
Darwin: That makes absolutely no sense.
Gumball: Just tell me if I'm doing it right!
[Gumball's face changes back to normal]
Darwin: Mm, mm, that's a lot better now.
Gumball: Good! [Gumball's eyes are both replaced by mouths and his voice gets tripled]
[Gumball gets some water from his water bottle, rinses his mouth and the water spews out from his right eye into the bucket]
Gumball: This is horrific, isn't it?
Darwin: Mhm. [Nods]
[Gumball kneels down and cries]
Darwin: Are you crying or dribbling?
Gumball: I don't know anymore!
[Bobert is shooting a laser at Gumball's forehead, burning off his fur]
Darwin: Dude, what are you doing?
Gumball: Getting a tan!
Darwin: I think you're making too much of a big deal out of this photo thing.
Gumball: Are you kidding?! My life plan was built around me being good-looking!
Darwin: Didn't you wanna be a doctor?
Gumball: No, I wanted to be a handsome doctor, or maybe a lifeguard.
Darwin: You don't need to be handsome to be a lifeguard.
Gumball: Are you serious? If you were drowning and this :[Takes out a photo of Gumball showing a funny face] came to the rescue, you'd swim downwards!
[Gumball's forehead catches on fire, and Darwin screams, flailing his arms and tries to put out of the fire as Bobert runs away but Gumball moves away]
Gumball: Leave it! I burned, I peel and it's tan!
[Gumball's entire face catches on fire]
Darwin: Look, if that photo is so important to you, why don't you just ask somebody for some beauty tips.
Gumball: Like who?
Darwin: Well, a guy who always look good in photos.
[Bobert comes back with a fire extinguisher and puts out the fire]
[Alan floats peacefully but is stopped. He turns back]
Gumball: Alright, tell me your secret!
Alan: [Sighs] Okay... I anonymously donate all my allowance to charity, but I don't want anyone to know because it's not about me, it's about the cause...
Gumball: Arhhh, you're so nice, it's disgusting! I didn't mean that secret, tell me why you look perfect in every photo.
Alan: I don't know what you're talking about!
Gumball: Oh really? Well, I can understand how you look awesome in a staged school photo with a nice background and flattering lighting, but how do you explain this?! [Takes out a photo that shows Alan's handsome face on a school race] This is you after you won a marathon! In ninety degree heat! With the flu!
Alan: Hey, the real winner there was the photographer!
Gumball: Oh yeah, then how do you explain this one?! [Takes out another photo showing Alan peacefully resting in bed]
Alan: How did you get that?
Gumball: Doesn't matter, now stop holding out on me and tell me how to take the perfect photo!
Alan: I just look at the camera and smile!
Gumball: [Sighs] Now listen here, you no-good-lying hunk, if you don't tell me your secret, I'll have no choice but to buy you a one-way ticket to pain town.
Alan: Gumball, there is no secret.
Gumball: [Sigh] You made me do this. [Pushes Alan to the floor, only making Alan bounce off and hit Gumball] Ow! [Repeats] Ah! Darn it! [Repeats] Face me like a man! [Repeats a few more times]
[The scene skips to Gumball, Alan and Darwin again, with Gumball having a black eye and beaten-up face. Gumball weakly punches Alan again and again. He gets tired and falls back]
Alan: Uh, are you done? Because I'm late for Math.
Gumball: Fine, we'll call it a tie.
[Gumball looks at himself in the mirror]
Gumball: Aw man, I'm never gonna get a decent photo. My face looks like a dropped cake.
Darwin: It's not so bad, maybe we could just... uh... [Squeezes Gumball's face] Ewwh, uh, let me just uh... :[Tries to fix Gumball's face] Oh, your face is surprising malleable! Check this out! [Reshapes Gumball's face] Hamburger! [Giggles]
Darwin: Oh wait, wait, wait. [Reshapes Gumball's face again] Mustache! [Laughs] Oh... [Reshapes Gumball's face again] Infinite mustache!
Gumball: [Shakes his head vigorously and his face sags] You're not helping right now.
Darwin: [Stops laughing] Sorry man. At least you know if handsome doctor doesn't work out, you can work as a test dummy for a cosmetic surgeon.
Darwin: [Holds up a picture of a man] Okay... and I think we're done.
[Puts down photo]
Gumball: How does it look?
Darwin: Now, I'm gonna show you in a minute but before I do, just remember, I am not a professional plastic surgeon.
Gumball: Yeah yeah, it's fine, just show me the mirror!
Darwin: And, and uh... I didn't ask you for any money either when a specialist would've dealed you for thousands of dollars.
Gumball: Just show me!
Darwin: Oh keep in mind that this is what you asked for! [Shows Gumball the mirror]
[Gumball starts to touch his face and Darwin shivers in fear]
Gumball: I... look... awesome!
[Darwin is relieved and smiles at this reply. The school bell rings and Gumball and Darwin run around the bathroom]
Gumball and Darwin: AH! We gotta get to the gym!
Darwin: Wait, that's the two o'clock bell. We've got another hour.
Gumball: Really? That's never happened before. Hmmm... [Pinches chin thoughtfully]
Through The Hallway
[They open the door. Eventually they walk in the hallway]
Gumball: Dude, things never go this right for us.
Darwin: Something terrible is gonna happen, isn't it?
Gumball: Someone's gonna ruin my chance to get a good photo. I can feel it.
Darwin: But who would want to do that?
[Cuts to Banana Joe angrily looking at his ruined photo]
Banana Joe: You will pay for this humiliation, Gumball Watterson!
[He crumples the photo and throws it to a filled trash bin, only for it to roll back to him multiple times. After some attempts, he calms down and does a good throw. The photo lands in the trashcan]
Banana Joe: Yes!
Mister Small: [Passing by] Uh, paper goes in the recycling bin.
Banana Joe: [Groans] Recycle THIS!
[He takes the photo, and chews it up. After almost choking on it, he puts it in the recycling bin and walks off. Then cuts back to Gumball and Darwin]
Gumball: I don't know who'd want to ruin my photo. But that's the problem. If I can't think of anybody, it could be…everybody.
[They see lots of their fellow students talking to each other. Then they sense him, and turn towards him in silence. His appearance creeps them out]
Darwin: [Whispering] I'm scared, dude. Are you?
Gumball: Terrified. But my face can't express it.
[They walk nervously through them]
Gumball: Okay. I think we're safe.
Tobias: AH! Watch out! There's some kind of hot goblin freak right next to you!
Gumball: [Hides behind Darwin] What!? Where?
Darwin: I wouldn't worry about it, dude.
Tobias: RUN! It's hideous!
Gumball: AH What's he talking about!? Where is it?!
Darwin: Trust me man. You're fine.
Gumball: Wait a minute. He thinks you're the hot goblin!
Darwin: Yeah…sure. I'm the hot goblin.
[Meanwhile, Banana Joe walks angrily in the hallway. He bumps into various students (and hurts his arm when he bumps into Bobert)]
[While the boys continue on their way, there is a humming noise]
Darwin: [Terrified] Why am I feeling so tense?
Gumball: It's that noise.
Darwin: What noise?
Gumball: The one they use in horror films to show something terrible's coming your way.
[Then Tina roars in the distance]
Gumball: [Terrified] Like that!
Darwin: Quick. It's Tina!
[They run by Mr. Small's office, where he is meditating (revealing he is the source of the humming). Then the lights start flashing]
Darwin: What's going on with the lights?
Gumball: I don't know! Just keep running! Where is she!?
[The lights flash on and off ominously as Tina roars many times. Then they come by a door from where they see Tina inside. It turns out that Tina is roaring from trying to do a split]
Penny: Come on, Tina! You have to be more flexible than that if you wanna join the team.
Darwin: Hm. That was a bit anti-climatic.
Gumball: Yeah. What's going on with the lights though?
[They see Sussie repeatedly flipping a light switch]