The Amazing World of Gumball (2011–…): Season 5, Episode 14 - The Outside - full transcript
When the family goes to visit Richard's dad, Frankie, who lives in a trailer in the town dump, they assume that he's done time in prison based on his extended absence from Richard's life and try to make him feel more at home.
Corrected & Synced by Bakugan
[ DEEP VOICE ] Hand it over...
Everything of value.
[ BUBBLING ]
[ WHIMPERS ]
I said everything!
Is this really necessary, Mom?
I'm not taking any chances.
But he's my father!
He's not gonna steal from us.
Richard, he's a con artist.
That 24-karat necklace he sold
you was made of actual carrots.
Yeah, but at least
I remembered your birthday.
Come on. He invited us over.
He's making an effort.
He probably wants something from us.
Or sell something to us.
Or sell one of us.
GPS: You have arrived
at your destination.
[ CRASH ]
It is an awful neighborhood.
Does Grandpa Frankie
really live in there?
It could be worse.
He could live in that.
[ KNOCKS ]
Hello, Wattersons!
[ SIGHS ]
Come on in!
Oh. Excuse the houseguests.
[ SHUDDERING ]
FRANKIE: So, let me give you a tour.
Here's the living area...
and that's the end of the tour.
It's... uh...
Well, it might not be much,
but it's home for me...
And about 25 different species
of parasite.
[ QUIETLY ] 26, including you.
[ INHALES SHARPLY ]
It's good to see you, Pop.
Nice to have the family all together.
I was gonna get in touch sooner,
but my phone broke.
Anyway, you guys hungry?
ALL: Sure!
Me too.
I thought there'd be some food
coming after that question.
No, just sad music.
[ MELANCHOLY MUSIC PLAYS ]
O... kay. How about a glass of water?
Sure. Where are you going?
I get my water from the toilets.
I'll boil it when I get back.
Is anyone thinking
what I'm thinking?
Yeah.
This is great! Let's leave now.
Wait. What?! Wait. What?!
Richard, listen, I'm gonna try
and say this as nicely as I can.
This place is worse
than a Porta-Potty
at a punk music festival
that's been left
stewing in the sun for a week.
Wow! What was the harsh version like?
I would have expanded
on what the punks did inside.
Don't you get it?
He lives in a confined space,
he's not used to
modern technology, and look.
Two rats roasting a cockroach
over an open fire?
[ BOTH SCREECH ] No... those.
The bars on the windows. Hmm.
Where did Grandpa say he was all
those years when he was away?
I don't know...
He just said he was somewhere
no one could contact him or visit.
[ GASPS ] Don't you see?
He was in prison!
He can't do anything
for himself anymore.
He needs routine and
people telling him what to do.
We should create
a familiar environment for him.
Where? Home.
We need to bring Grandpa Frankie home...
Our home.
Yes!
Ohh!
Oh, hey, Anais!
It sure is kind of you guys
to invite me...
It's "Miss Watterson" to you, perp!
Walk and talk with me.
I haven't got all day.
Huh. Rude.
Okay, you're going inside.
Keep your nose clean, your head
down, and, with good behavior,
you'll be out of here in time
for my graduation ceremony.
Right.
Operation Make Grandpa Frankie
Feel At Home
By Turning Our House
Into A Prison is a go.
I just wish it had a catchier title.
[ DOORBELL RINGS ]
Oh, hey, Nicole.
I hope I'm not late for dinner.
Hand it over!
Uh... thanks?
And the rest.
Oh.
[ ZIPPER OPENS ]
Too much. Sorry.
Careful when you launder
that shirt, doll.
It's real silk.
So, uh, where is everyone?
And what's with the face?
I got a warmer reception
at the igloo convention!
Which is actually a thing, by the way.
How about you fix us a drink?
[ COUGHING ] Put that on!
A gift?
Too kind.
I think I just shed a tear.
Although, my face is wet,
so it's hard to tell.
You sleep here.
Thanks, Nicole.
And can I just say that...
[ DOOR SLAMS ]
I guess I can't.
[ GRUFFLY ] Hmph. Oh, hey, kid.
Looks like we're sharing.
Nice tattoos.
What's that one?
That's a portrait of my girl.
She's waitin' for me.
Quite the looker. And that one?
A unicorn battling another unicorn.
Means I'll always defend my homies.
And that?
A lion with a baseball bat,
so people know not to mess with me.
Kind of looks like a butt
with a wig playing the oboe.
[ NORMAL VOICE ] Does it? Yeah.
Well, it's hard to draw
on your own back, okay?!
Whoa, whoa, whoa!
Why is everyone so tense around here?
And what's up with him?
[ GROWLING WHEEZILY ]
[ GRUFFLY ] Yeah,
I wouldn't mess with that one.
He belongs in a more padded
cell, if you catch my drift.
So do you.
[ NORMAL VOICE ] Aw! You think
I'm criminally insane, too!
Thanks.
I... think I'm going to bed.
Hey! [ GROANS ]
I get the top bunk, fish!
Ohhh! What is this?
Shower gel in a sock.
I couldn't find any soap.
Oh, whatever. Good night.
[ DOOR OPENS ]
[ FOOTSTEPS ]
[ FLOORBOARDS CREAK ]
Hey, Pop.
How you holding up?
They say the first night's the hardest.
[ WHISPERING ]
But don't worry. I got ya.
MOM: Lights out!!
[ DOOR SLAMS ]
[ BIRDS CHIRPING ]
MOM: Rise and shine, maggots!
Ow! Hurry up, Pop.
You don't want to find out
what happens if you're late.
And it's your turn to empty the bucket.
Ugh!
Finally... some privacy.
[ MUFFLED ] Hey, Pop.
We all shower together here.
Can you do my back?
Uh... sure.
Thanks.
So, what's for breakfast, doll?
Waffles? French toast?
Froot Loops?
It doesn't look good,
but I'm sure it tastes...
[ SLURPS ] Nope.
So, not that I really mind, but
aren't you gonna eat with us?
I don't eat with you.
I'm not your friend.
I don't even want to see you
unless I have to.
[ GRUNTS ]
Hmm. I think she's warming to me.
Eeeh.
Uh, do you mind if I sit in that chair?
[ GRUFFLY ] Yes!
[ SIGHS ] Right.
[ SIGHS ]
I think I've lost my appetite.
Thanks, Pop.
[ POUNDING ]
Uh, isn't that a bit risky
for a kid with only one finger?
I wouldn't make eye contact
with him.
Why?
[ SCREAMS ]
Ohh!
MOM: No sleeping in the canteen!
Yard... now!
I can't believe I'm saying this,
but I think you're becoming
my favorite in this family.
I said now!
Mm... feels like
we're being a bit mean to him.
What makes you say that?
Eh... I know my dad.
I can sense a subtle sadness
in his eyes.
[ SOBBING ]
Leave this to me.
[ GRUFFLY ]
Psst. I stole some cookies
from the commissary.
Want some? [ SNIFFLES ] For real?
Yeah, man. Here you go.
[ GASPS ]
Thanks.
See you later.
I'm not finished yet. What do you mean?
Contraband!
[ PANTING ]
You're going in the hole!
Why are you doing this to me?!
[ DOOR SLAMS ]
[ POUNDING ON DOOR ] Let me out!
Will someone let me out?!
[ SIGHS ]
Okay, Mr., uh, Watterson.
I hear you have some complaints about
how we run things around here.
You bet I do!
They hosed me down, they fed me slop,
they made me shower with them,
and look at me like I'm the weirdo.
They insulted me, they stole my clothes,
they locked me in here,
and this time, they didn't even
give me a bucket!
Hold on. I need more fingers.
Even that's not enough to count
all the things they did to me.
Wait. Are you doodling?
Yes. It's a picture of you
playing a tiny violin!
Like it?
I'm running a correctional facility,
not some kindergarten
for whining man-babies!
Wait a minute.
I'm asking a 4-year-old
to get me out of a shed,
when I could just leave.
MOM: Where do you think you're going?!
Richard, your family is deranged!
This place is like a prison!
I'm out of here!
Wait! Family huddle.
Guys, I think there's a slim
possibility that maybe we are
♪ absolutely nailing it! ♪
Good work, everyone!
You're going nowhere, Watterson!
Says who?
[ SCREAMING ]
Too much?
ALL: Nah.
[ SNORING ]
[ GROANS ] My head!
Well, at least it can't get any worse.
[ MOANS ]
[ GROANS ]
[ WATCH BEEPS ]
Okay,
it's 4:00 in the morning.
Time for Grandpa Frankie's
gentle wake-up call.
Rise and shine, you maggots!
[ GASPS ] He escaped!
Hmm.
[ GASPS ] Of course! The poster!
The window, Dad.
Of course! The window!
[ COUGHS ]
Never mind.
Sound the alarm!
[ WATCH BEEPING ]
We're gonna need something bigger.
[ ALARM BLARING ]
So, where are we gonna lay low?
Bolivia? Mexico? Chipotle?
I got to get these handcuffs off.
So we go to a crooked
blacksmith? Bribe a lumberjack?
No! We just go to the police!
So, Officer, allow me to explain why
I'm running through the streets
in a striped jumpsuit
handcuffed to a tattooed delinquent.
Ehh!
[ PANTING ]
[ ENGINE REVVING, SIREN WAILING ]
[ PANTING ]
[ TIRES SCREECH ]
I'm in pursuit of a fugitive
handcuffed to a tattooed child!
DISPATCHER: You mean a 12-57?
Uh... if you say so.
[ PANTING ]
[ TIRES SCREECH ]
Stop!
Release the hound.
[ BARKING ]
[ BARKING CONTINUES ]
Come on! We'll lose them in here.
These tunnels go on for...
MOM: Freeze!
End of the line, dirtball!
Get back! You people are insane!
If you come any closer, we'll jump!
What?! We haven't discussed this!
Frankie, no! We're not insane.
We were doing it for you...
To make you feel like
you were in prison again.
Prison?! I never went to prison.
Then, where were you
when Dad was growing up?
I was running away from prison.
I got sentenced to three days in jail
for selling parcels of the moon
to senior citizens.
Then, if you weren't in prison,
how come you can't cope
with living on the outside?
I was trying to get free rent
and food out of you, okay?
[ SCOFFS ] He was trying
to scam us! I told you!
Aw, Dad. You should have just asked.
You can stay with us whenever you want.
In fact, why don't you
come and live with us?
[ ECHOING ] ...live with us?
...live with us?
...live with us?
...live with us?
...live with us?
...live with us?
...live with us?
...live with us?
...live with us?
...live with us?
...live with us?
...live with us?
Nah.
[ SCREAMING ] [ ALL GASP ]
Uh... ALL: Hmm?
Selling the moon to senior citizens, eh?
You're going to prison!
No rent, free food.
Why not?
Corrected & Synced by Bakugan
[ DEEP VOICE ] Hand it over...
Everything of value.
[ BUBBLING ]
[ WHIMPERS ]
I said everything!
Is this really necessary, Mom?
I'm not taking any chances.
But he's my father!
He's not gonna steal from us.
Richard, he's a con artist.
That 24-karat necklace he sold
you was made of actual carrots.
Yeah, but at least
I remembered your birthday.
Come on. He invited us over.
He's making an effort.
He probably wants something from us.
Or sell something to us.
Or sell one of us.
GPS: You have arrived
at your destination.
[ CRASH ]
It is an awful neighborhood.
Does Grandpa Frankie
really live in there?
It could be worse.
He could live in that.
[ KNOCKS ]
Hello, Wattersons!
[ SIGHS ]
Come on in!
Oh. Excuse the houseguests.
[ SHUDDERING ]
FRANKIE: So, let me give you a tour.
Here's the living area...
and that's the end of the tour.
It's... uh...
Well, it might not be much,
but it's home for me...
And about 25 different species
of parasite.
[ QUIETLY ] 26, including you.
[ INHALES SHARPLY ]
It's good to see you, Pop.
Nice to have the family all together.
I was gonna get in touch sooner,
but my phone broke.
Anyway, you guys hungry?
ALL: Sure!
Me too.
I thought there'd be some food
coming after that question.
No, just sad music.
[ MELANCHOLY MUSIC PLAYS ]
O... kay. How about a glass of water?
Sure. Where are you going?
I get my water from the toilets.
I'll boil it when I get back.
Is anyone thinking
what I'm thinking?
Yeah.
This is great! Let's leave now.
Wait. What?! Wait. What?!
Richard, listen, I'm gonna try
and say this as nicely as I can.
This place is worse
than a Porta-Potty
at a punk music festival
that's been left
stewing in the sun for a week.
Wow! What was the harsh version like?
I would have expanded
on what the punks did inside.
Don't you get it?
He lives in a confined space,
he's not used to
modern technology, and look.
Two rats roasting a cockroach
over an open fire?
[ BOTH SCREECH ] No... those.
The bars on the windows. Hmm.
Where did Grandpa say he was all
those years when he was away?
I don't know...
He just said he was somewhere
no one could contact him or visit.
[ GASPS ] Don't you see?
He was in prison!
He can't do anything
for himself anymore.
He needs routine and
people telling him what to do.
We should create
a familiar environment for him.
Where? Home.
We need to bring Grandpa Frankie home...
Our home.
Yes!
Ohh!
Oh, hey, Anais!
It sure is kind of you guys
to invite me...
It's "Miss Watterson" to you, perp!
Walk and talk with me.
I haven't got all day.
Huh. Rude.
Okay, you're going inside.
Keep your nose clean, your head
down, and, with good behavior,
you'll be out of here in time
for my graduation ceremony.
Right.
Operation Make Grandpa Frankie
Feel At Home
By Turning Our House
Into A Prison is a go.
I just wish it had a catchier title.
[ DOORBELL RINGS ]
Oh, hey, Nicole.
I hope I'm not late for dinner.
Hand it over!
Uh... thanks?
And the rest.
Oh.
[ ZIPPER OPENS ]
Too much. Sorry.
Careful when you launder
that shirt, doll.
It's real silk.
So, uh, where is everyone?
And what's with the face?
I got a warmer reception
at the igloo convention!
Which is actually a thing, by the way.
How about you fix us a drink?
[ COUGHING ] Put that on!
A gift?
Too kind.
I think I just shed a tear.
Although, my face is wet,
so it's hard to tell.
You sleep here.
Thanks, Nicole.
And can I just say that...
[ DOOR SLAMS ]
I guess I can't.
[ GRUFFLY ] Hmph. Oh, hey, kid.
Looks like we're sharing.
Nice tattoos.
What's that one?
That's a portrait of my girl.
She's waitin' for me.
Quite the looker. And that one?
A unicorn battling another unicorn.
Means I'll always defend my homies.
And that?
A lion with a baseball bat,
so people know not to mess with me.
Kind of looks like a butt
with a wig playing the oboe.
[ NORMAL VOICE ] Does it? Yeah.
Well, it's hard to draw
on your own back, okay?!
Whoa, whoa, whoa!
Why is everyone so tense around here?
And what's up with him?
[ GROWLING WHEEZILY ]
[ GRUFFLY ] Yeah,
I wouldn't mess with that one.
He belongs in a more padded
cell, if you catch my drift.
So do you.
[ NORMAL VOICE ] Aw! You think
I'm criminally insane, too!
Thanks.
I... think I'm going to bed.
Hey! [ GROANS ]
I get the top bunk, fish!
Ohhh! What is this?
Shower gel in a sock.
I couldn't find any soap.
Oh, whatever. Good night.
[ DOOR OPENS ]
[ FOOTSTEPS ]
[ FLOORBOARDS CREAK ]
Hey, Pop.
How you holding up?
They say the first night's the hardest.
[ WHISPERING ]
But don't worry. I got ya.
MOM: Lights out!!
[ DOOR SLAMS ]
[ BIRDS CHIRPING ]
MOM: Rise and shine, maggots!
Ow! Hurry up, Pop.
You don't want to find out
what happens if you're late.
And it's your turn to empty the bucket.
Ugh!
Finally... some privacy.
[ MUFFLED ] Hey, Pop.
We all shower together here.
Can you do my back?
Uh... sure.
Thanks.
So, what's for breakfast, doll?
Waffles? French toast?
Froot Loops?
It doesn't look good,
but I'm sure it tastes...
[ SLURPS ] Nope.
So, not that I really mind, but
aren't you gonna eat with us?
I don't eat with you.
I'm not your friend.
I don't even want to see you
unless I have to.
[ GRUNTS ]
Hmm. I think she's warming to me.
Eeeh.
Uh, do you mind if I sit in that chair?
[ GRUFFLY ] Yes!
[ SIGHS ] Right.
[ SIGHS ]
I think I've lost my appetite.
Thanks, Pop.
[ POUNDING ]
Uh, isn't that a bit risky
for a kid with only one finger?
I wouldn't make eye contact
with him.
Why?
[ SCREAMS ]
Ohh!
MOM: No sleeping in the canteen!
Yard... now!
I can't believe I'm saying this,
but I think you're becoming
my favorite in this family.
I said now!
Mm... feels like
we're being a bit mean to him.
What makes you say that?
Eh... I know my dad.
I can sense a subtle sadness
in his eyes.
[ SOBBING ]
Leave this to me.
[ GRUFFLY ]
Psst. I stole some cookies
from the commissary.
Want some? [ SNIFFLES ] For real?
Yeah, man. Here you go.
[ GASPS ]
Thanks.
See you later.
I'm not finished yet. What do you mean?
Contraband!
[ PANTING ]
You're going in the hole!
Why are you doing this to me?!
[ DOOR SLAMS ]
[ POUNDING ON DOOR ] Let me out!
Will someone let me out?!
[ SIGHS ]
Okay, Mr., uh, Watterson.
I hear you have some complaints about
how we run things around here.
You bet I do!
They hosed me down, they fed me slop,
they made me shower with them,
and look at me like I'm the weirdo.
They insulted me, they stole my clothes,
they locked me in here,
and this time, they didn't even
give me a bucket!
Hold on. I need more fingers.
Even that's not enough to count
all the things they did to me.
Wait. Are you doodling?
Yes. It's a picture of you
playing a tiny violin!
Like it?
I'm running a correctional facility,
not some kindergarten
for whining man-babies!
Wait a minute.
I'm asking a 4-year-old
to get me out of a shed,
when I could just leave.
MOM: Where do you think you're going?!
Richard, your family is deranged!
This place is like a prison!
I'm out of here!
Wait! Family huddle.
Guys, I think there's a slim
possibility that maybe we are
♪ absolutely nailing it! ♪
Good work, everyone!
You're going nowhere, Watterson!
Says who?
[ SCREAMING ]
Too much?
ALL: Nah.
[ SNORING ]
[ GROANS ] My head!
Well, at least it can't get any worse.
[ MOANS ]
[ GROANS ]
[ WATCH BEEPS ]
Okay,
it's 4:00 in the morning.
Time for Grandpa Frankie's
gentle wake-up call.
Rise and shine, you maggots!
[ GASPS ] He escaped!
Hmm.
[ GASPS ] Of course! The poster!
The window, Dad.
Of course! The window!
[ COUGHS ]
Never mind.
Sound the alarm!
[ WATCH BEEPING ]
We're gonna need something bigger.
[ ALARM BLARING ]
So, where are we gonna lay low?
Bolivia? Mexico? Chipotle?
I got to get these handcuffs off.
So we go to a crooked
blacksmith? Bribe a lumberjack?
No! We just go to the police!
So, Officer, allow me to explain why
I'm running through the streets
in a striped jumpsuit
handcuffed to a tattooed delinquent.
Ehh!
[ PANTING ]
[ ENGINE REVVING, SIREN WAILING ]
[ PANTING ]
[ TIRES SCREECH ]
I'm in pursuit of a fugitive
handcuffed to a tattooed child!
DISPATCHER: You mean a 12-57?
Uh... if you say so.
[ PANTING ]
[ TIRES SCREECH ]
Stop!
Release the hound.
[ BARKING ]
[ BARKING CONTINUES ]
Come on! We'll lose them in here.
These tunnels go on for...
MOM: Freeze!
End of the line, dirtball!
Get back! You people are insane!
If you come any closer, we'll jump!
What?! We haven't discussed this!
Frankie, no! We're not insane.
We were doing it for you...
To make you feel like
you were in prison again.
Prison?! I never went to prison.
Then, where were you
when Dad was growing up?
I was running away from prison.
I got sentenced to three days in jail
for selling parcels of the moon
to senior citizens.
Then, if you weren't in prison,
how come you can't cope
with living on the outside?
I was trying to get free rent
and food out of you, okay?
[ SCOFFS ] He was trying
to scam us! I told you!
Aw, Dad. You should have just asked.
You can stay with us whenever you want.
In fact, why don't you
come and live with us?
[ ECHOING ] ...live with us?
...live with us?
...live with us?
...live with us?
...live with us?
...live with us?
...live with us?
...live with us?
...live with us?
...live with us?
...live with us?
...live with us?
Nah.
[ SCREAMING ] [ ALL GASP ]
Uh... ALL: Hmm?
Selling the moon to senior citizens, eh?
You're going to prison!
No rent, free food.
Why not?
Corrected & Synced by Bakugan