The episode begins on the way to Elmore Junior High with Gumball and Darwin in the school bus. They have their colorful conversations together. While in the cafeteria, their conversation is cut short when Gumball runs out of ideas to say. At home, Gumball and Darwin realize they both ran out of things to say, much to their horror.
They go to Harold’s office and try to get him to help them get their conversations back, but Harold only makes things worse by making Gumball give him money instead for his house pool.
Out on the streets, Gumball and Darwin suggest they should do something off the chart. Gumball disagrees, but Darwin whispers, “alternative medicine”. At that moment, Mr. Small flies over to boys. Mr. Small believes they have trouble talking together. He gives them the alternative medicine, but the boys tongues swell up.
Next up, they left the licensed doctor with their eyes spaced out.
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What Is Going On?!
[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 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.]