The episode begins with Gumball and Darwin having colorful conversations throughout the school day. While in the cafeteria, their conversation is cut short when Gumball runs out of ideas to say. Darwin tries to say something to fill the gap, but does not have and ideas. At home, Gumball and Darwin realize they both ran out of things to say to each other, much to their horror.
They go to Harold's psychology office and try to get him to help them get their conversations back, but Harold only makes things worse by tricking Gumball into giving him money instead for his pool house.
Out on the streets, Darwin suggests they should do something off the chart. Gumball disagrees, but Darwin whispers, "alternative medicine." At that moment, Mr. Small flies over to the boys. He attempts to give them the alternative medicine, but the boys' tongues swell up.
The boys leave an unlicensed doctor's office with their eyes spaced out. Walking back home, Gumball thinks of the idea to use online roleplaying to express their feelings to each other. They try this at home, with Gumball being a anime girl and Darwin being a bot, but it fails to yield the result they wanted. While downstairs and eating a meal, the boys see Nicole telling off Richard for the position he is sitting in; this inspires them to try out different positions and talk, but it still does not work. Darwin suggests having some space, to which Gumball sadly agrees. Both of them sing a song while walking away from each other, ending with Darwin getting trapped in a dumpster car. The rest of the family goes out to find him, and Gumball uses Darwin's logic to find him. Gumball finds Darwin and opens the car door, and the two laugh and hug. Gumball realizes that they do not need to talk anymore because they know each other too well, demonstrating this by reading Darwin's mind and seeing that he wants Gumball to move his knee away from his crotch. The boys laugh again, but Darwin asks him seriously to move it, ending the episode.
[Episode starts on the school bus. Gumball is eating an ice cream sundae.]
Gumball: I'm just saying, how did anybody ever name anything? Was some caveman like, [derpy voice, holds up his spoon] "Hey guys! I'm gonna call this thing a spooooon!" and everyone else was like, [derpy voice] "Deal"? There needs to be some logic so you know what stuff is for! I would've called them mouth shovels.
Darwin: Agreed. Like...moths should be called goth butterflies!
Gumball: Beards should be called mouth curtains!
Darwin: Puppies should be called doglets! But what about stuff that doesn't already have a name? Like...that stage you're in when you go to pee-pee in the night but you're still trying to stay asleep so you can go back to bed right away?
Gumball and Darwin: Hmmm.... Sleep-pee-peeing!
[Later, in the music room, Gumball and Darwin are bored]
Gumball: What do you reckon would be your music fish name? Cod Cobain? [They laugh]
Darwin: Lil Whale?
Darwin: Salmon and Carpfunkel? [They laugh again]
[At lunch, in the cafeteria]
Gumball: Dude, this pizza is so frozen I can't tell if that's Parmesan or ice crystals!
Darwin: And this pepperoni is saltier than texting the letter K as a reply!
Gumball: Yeah! And this corn is---[He suddenly freezes.] Dude, I-I can't think of anything!
Darwin: Try harder!
Gumball: Aaaahhhh-- [He freezes again, and a tumbleweed comes out of his mouth.]
Darwin: Okay, I'll try to come up with something to say then. [He inhales, but freezes as well and coughs up a "save file" icon.]
Gumball and Darwin: WHAT IS GOING ON?!
[That night, they are still trying to come up with something to say, but only end up crumpling themselves up.]
Gumball: One last time. [They try again, but crumple themselves inside out. They start panicking.]
Darwin: Gumball! What's happening to us?!
Gumball: I don't know, man! It's like we've run out of things to say to each other! [They both gasp and a dramatic music sting plays.]
Therapy with Mr. Wilson
[Gumball and Darwin are at Harold Wilson's psychotherapy office. The boys are sitting on a couch, and Harold shows them a picture of a house.]
Harold: Try to think of your relationship in terms of a house. You need to have strong foundations, ideally with a man-cave. You also need space. Two stories with a screening room for movie night should do, right?
Gumball and Darwin: [uneasily] Yeah...
Harold: And how about a hot tub for the winter? And a swimming pool for summer!
Gumball and Darwin: [excited] Yeah!
Harold: Great! [holds out a clipboard] Sign this, please. [Gumball signs] Now, let me talk you through the process. We start with you as you are right now, with a problem. Then we exchange. Then you leave happily. Does that sound good?
Gumball and Darwin: Yeah, I think so!
Harold: Great! So let's exchange.
Gumball: Well, it seems we've run out of things to say, and--
Harold: B-b-b-b-bep. I meant exchange my services for your money.
Gumball: Oh, sorry. Yes, of course. [Hands Harold a stack of bills]
Harold: Very good.
Gumball: So, yeah, this never used to happen to us, but now it's like--
Harold: And now, goodbye. [He pushes them out of his office]
Gumball: W-wait! What about all that "building a house" stuff?
Harold: Oh, we're building all right. MY POOL HOUSE! [excitedly holds up the house picture from before] Bye! [dashes back in]
An "Alternative" Approach
[Gumball and Darwin are crossing the street]
Darwin: Okay, what if we try something a little more...off the charts?
Gumball: No. Please. Not him.
Darwin: Look, science'll let us down! We might as well give him a chance.
Gumball: Please. Don't say it!
Darwin: [whispers softly] Alternative...
Darwin: [whispers] Alternative medicine. [The ground starts to rumble]
Gumball: Please! NO!
Darwin: [whispers very slowly] Alternative...medicine.
[A cloud of dust rushes forward, blowing through everything in its path. It's Mr. Small, zooming towards them like a bullet. He dives up and lands right in between them.]
Mister Small: Did someone say...alternative medicine?
[The three are now sitting on yoga mats in a grassy patch by the forest.]
Mister Small: So, you're saying you have no wind in your sails.
Mister Small: The train won't leave the station.
Mister Small: The goose is stuck in the hammock.
Mister Small: The potato is wedged in your tailpipe.
Darwin: I'm not sure what we're talking about anymore.
Mister Small: You've got trouble talking.
Darwin: [sighs] Yes.
Mister Small: Hmm...I see. I think we need to release the holisticness of your third eye chakras in order to boost your auras and stimulate the flow of chi to your tongue.
Darwin: What does that mean?
Mister Small: [off-screen] It means this.
[Gumball and Darwin are now covered in acupuncture needles and surrounded by healing crystals. Smoke is coming off of them.]
Mister Small: How do you feel?
Gumball: Like I got punctured two hundred times and set on fire.
Mister Small: I meant between the two of you.
Gumball: Uh-a...ugh... No...still got nothing to say to him.
Darwin: Me neither.
Gumball: Wait. Wait! I can feel something coming!
Darwin: Yeah! Me too! It's like my tongue is tingling!
[They open their mouths eagerly, expecting to say something, but after a long period of time, their tongues rapidly inflate.]
Gumball: [muffled] Mr. Small! What's going on?
Mister Small: Hmm. That's really weird. I've done this procedure three times before and all my other patients had exactly the same result. What are the odds? [Gumball starts panicking] But don't panic, their lives went back to normal very quickly. [The two sigh in relief] Once they accepted that this was their life now.
[Cut to Gumball and Darwin at night, walking out of a shady "doctor's office" in an alleyway, looking scarred.]
Gumball: You know, Darwin? As that backstreet doctor was finally draining the excess fluid out of our screaming faces using that grease-coated bicycle pump, I had an eye-opening moment.
Darwin: Tell me about it. My eyes are still popping out in shock.
Gumball: No, I mean that man had no diploma. He was just pretending to be a doctor.
Gumball: [getting an idea] So what if we pretended too?
Keeping It Interesting
[The next afternoon. Gumball and Darwin are walking down the sidewalk]
Darwin: I don't get it!
Gumball: Well, you know how we can't keep up with conversa.....
Darwin: Yeah, it goes limper than an animator's handshake. [His leg is erased off and he falls down]
Gumball: Exactly. But what if it wasn't us doing the talking?
Darwin: What do you mean?
[Cut to the two in their bedroom, both on laptops]
Gumball: Roleplaying! If it works for fedora wizards in some basement, why not us?
Darwin: Who are you gonna be, then?
Gumball: I'm Akane Ryuuku. A shy anime kawaii girl who likes corgis and friendship. [Shows his profile]
Darwin: Okay, let's go. [He starts typing as his character, Sleve McDichael] Hey!
Gumball: [as Akane, reading what he is typing] Oh...H-hey. I'm Akane-chan. I'm not used to talk to people. Heh-heh! Asterisk, blushes and turns away.
Darwin: [as Sleve McDichael] Congratulations! You've win E-phone black edition!
Gumball: [as Akane] Sugoi! Thank you, Sleve McDichael sempai! It's the first time someone makes Akane-chan a present. Asterisk, looks away all flustered. You want to be friends with Akane?
Darwin: [as Sleve McDichael] What? My message not going through? [sends a link] Chat with me now and win dollars, dollars, dollars!
Darwin: Click link and talk!
[Gumball shrugs and clicks the link, but it opens an influx of viruses. His laptop starts snapping at him, steals his wallet, and then explodes.]
Gumball: DUDE!! WHAT THE WHAT WERE YOU ROLEPLAYING?!
Darwin: [innocently] A bot!
Gumball: [with large anime eyes] So even Akane's conversation wasn't real? Asterisk, bashes head on wall in anguish! [He does so] Asterisk, and realize it hurts more in real life than in writing! [flops over]
[Later, they are eating. They both try to come up with something, but fail once again. Nicole walks up to Richard, who is lying on the couch.]
Nicole: Richard honey, if it's pretty much all you do, you need to watch the way you sit. You should have a straight back and your knees at a 90-degree angle. It's important for your legs and hips to be in the correct position.
Richard: Uhh. [He copies Nicole's position, but while still sitting sideways.]
Nicole: Ugh. Still some kind of improvement, I guess.
[In the dining room. Gumball slams his hands on the table]
Gumball: Dude! That's it! Maybe all it takes is for us to change position a little!
[They are both standing upside down]
Gumball: Uh, do you feel anything?
[They are lying down with their feet against each other's faces]
Gumball: How about now?
Darwin: No. Maybe a little shame.
[Now Gumball is kneeling and Darwin has his foot on Gumball's face]
[Now Gumball's head is inside Darwin's mouth]
[They rapidly go through many other positions]
Gumball: How's that?
Darwin: Maybe what we really need is...
Gumball: Please! Don't say it.
Darwin: [Music starts in the background] I have to!
Gumball: [with big wet eyes] Please don't!
Darwin: I have to! Otherwise you won't actually know what I mean.
Gumball: I already know what you're gonna say.
Out Of Sync
Gumball: We thought that we would always be
By each others' side
Darwin: There was nothing that we ever felt we had to hide
Gumball: But now the silence has cast a chasm between us
Darwin: When they said nothing lasts forever
Gumball and Darwin: I'd never thought they'd mean us
Gumball: The words dried up
Darwin: No more words
Gumball: The well in my throat's gone dry
Darwin: They're lying on the scrap heap,
Of the memories gone by
Gumball: But now we're out of sync
Darwin: We're out of sync
Gumball: 'Cause we're much too far apart
Darwin: 'Cause we're much too far apart
Gumball: And it's too late now to go back to the start
Darwin: And it's too late now to go back to the start
Gumball: I thought that we would be in harmony forever
Darwin: I thought that we would be in harmony forever
Gumball: But now you're gone
Darwin: But now you're gone
Gumball: We can't sing this song together
Darwin: We can't sing this song together
Gumball : We're out of tune
Gumball: We're out of time
Darwin: We're out of time
Gumball: We're out of step, wa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Darwin: We're out of step
Gumball : And the words don't even fit
Darwin: We're out of time
Gumball: Into one line
We're out of time
Darwin: We're out of things to say
Gumball: We're out of things to say
Darwin: We're out of
Gumball: We're out of
Darwin: Things to say
Gumball: Things to say
Darwin: We're really, really out— aah !
Gumball: ...of things to say
Gumball: And now you're gone and I'm alone
And singing on my own
[At the dump, Darwin, stuck inside a car, repeatedly tries to write "HELP" backwards in dust on the car window, but keeps messing up the letters.]
Darwin: Oh, forget it!
[Smash to black.]
Think Like the Fish
[Gumball, Anais, Nicole, and Richard are running across town, panicking.]
Nicole: Where could he be?!
[They screech to a halt around a corner.]
Gumball: Okay. To find him, we just have to think like him!
Richard: Okay. [Raises his hands to his forehead] I'm thinking, I love my dad. So I'm thinking he deserves a treat. A sandwich! And a backup sandwich with pickles and mayo and chips on the side! DAGNABBIT DARWIN, STOP THINKING ABOUT SANDWICHES!! How does that kid get anything done?
Gumball: [points] Look!
[There's a cat on the sidewalk in front of them. Gumball kneels down in front of it]
Gumball: Darwin would've stopped to pet this kitten! And if he was petting a kitten, that would get him thinking about other soft things, which would've made him think about...clouds! Which would've made him look up and see...[Looks up and sees a billboard for old people's underwear] that billboard ad for undergarments for elderly women! Which would've embarrassed him, so he would've turned this way! [Blushes and points to the right]
Gumball: Trust me!
[At the mall. Gumball walks past the hot dog stand while holding his breath.]
Gumball: Thirty-five, thirty-six, thirty-seven...
Anais: What are you counting?
Gumball: The number of seconds Darwin would've held his breath as he walked past that hot dog stand, because he thinks breathing in the smell is stealing if you don't pay for it! Thirty-eight, thirty-nine...[gets light-headed and stumbles around a little] He would've gotten woozy at this point and needed some fresh air. This way! [points towards the exit]
[They walk in front of the arcade, where upbeat video game music is heard from inside. Gumball stops in front of the door.]
Gumball: Yes. He'd have walked past this and heard the music! But he wouldn't have been able to resist doing his little dance! [Does a slow dance] Oh! And he always ends with a cranking turn! [Does a cranking turn] Which would've ended with him facing...this way! [Points to his left]
[In the parking lot, Gumball finds an old shoe]
Gumball: Of course! An abandoned shoe! That would've made him think of soles. [starts pacing while he thinks] And what music do you need soul for? That's right! Blues music! But Darwin doesn't like blues. He likes yodeling! And where does yodeling come from? Switzerland! And what are the Swiss famous for? Cheese! And Swiss cheese is full of holes. And what else has holes in it? Plots of bad TV shows that use hack writing to solve an important bit of action! And where do these shows belong? THE DUMP!!
The Deepest Connection
[The four make their way to the dump, open the abandoned car door, and sure enough, Darwin is in there, albeit really dried up. He smiles.]
Darwin: You found me! But how?
Gumball: [tearing up and smiling] I just followed your logic, dude.
Darwin: [welling up himself] Even the Swiss cheese?
[Gumball sheds a tear and nods. Darwin lunges at Gumball for a hug, and they embrace, laughing and shedding tears of joy.]
Gumball: [wipes a tear] I think I know what happened, Darwin. We know each other so well, we don't even need to talk anymore!
Darwin: Really? What am I thinking right now?
Gumball: You're thinking, please remove your knee from my crotch.
Darwin: It's true! [They both laugh again, harder this time. Nicole and Richard glance at each other and smile.] No, but really, please move it. [Episode ends.]