Cool Fools!

[upbeat music] Blorbtastic! The portal is eating the anniversary. Grandma, hold the couch. Girls, boys, everybody, hold my hand. Nobody is leaving this house. [portal roaring] Behold my elbow. Unacceptable levels of waffle. Grandma, the card says 2002. Nobody lets go. And somebody please save the good pillows. [objects crashing] [upbeat music] Zero, why is there a giant rubber chicken? The floor is lying. Goblin mode activated. Not the pillows. Hold the chicken. Hold the couch. Hold each other. [laughs] Hey, I'm Banana. I'm also awesome. I'm 16, and I go to Rain High School on a regular basis, but I'm beyond help. I can only get bad marks. Oh, poor me. Class, tomorrow's exam decides who graduates. Anyone failing again will be expelled. Shut up! I'm trying to sleep. Banana, I was just talking about you. [upbeat music] Wibberwob! Give me one chance, Mr. Ono. I'll pass anything. Then the exam starts now, Banana. You have 10 minutes. [portal roaring] Banana emergency. The floor is lying, and the wall is blowing. Zazzlefrapp! A robot cat just ate my exam. Banana, the portal is closing. Do not go in there. [portal hissing] I have consulted the potato, Mr. Ono. Hold my place. [portal slamming] [upbeat music] Blorbtastic! Give back my exam, you floof nugget. Banana, that boy has your face. Banana, the portal is closing. We must go back now. He's holding my exam over a drain, Mr. Ono. Womp noodle. Then choose quickly. Whatever you save, you lose the other. [whimsical music] Plimblam! Mr. Ono, grab it before it drowns. I cannot, Banana. I promised Buster's timeline I would keep you here. Promised? You are legally a noodle, Mr. Ono. Unacceptable levels of waffle. Move, Mr. Ono, I'm going home. Banana, I am grading the portal. It currently has an F. Wait, you can fail a portal? Banana emergency! [upbeat music] Okay, but have you seen the guy at the candy store? He's so confident, it's ridiculous. Oh, the one who told me gummy worms were a lifestyle choice? He's hilarious. He gave me a discount just for laughing at his joke. That's not a discount. That's a business strategy. He told me my smile was worth a whole pound of gummies. Cute, but his prices are criminal. Honest work, honest margins. [screaming] I have consulted the potato. Banana emergency. 90 seconds until his cart leaves. Honest work, tight schedule. Banana, say something normal. Anything. Go. Well, butter my socks. The bag is full of kitten. Why is your candy boy delivering a robot cat? Delivery fee just doubled. Nobody warned me about livestock. [upbeat music] Is this everything? [door creaking] Well, butter my socks. They're all clutching receipts, James. Receipts? I only said, "Is this everything?" [gasps] Banana emergency! Your voice is a weapon, and the pile is the evidence. [objects crashing] 60 seconds till the shutters lock, James, and they want an encore. An encore? I only sell candy here. The floor is lying. Say nothing, or the pile wins. [suspenseful music] Not a word, James. Goblin mode activated. [door banging] Oof. The shutters, Banana. Something's jammed them. Unacceptable levels of waffle. Now the whole street hears you. Banana, please, I just want to close the shop. Well, butter my socks, James, there's a price tag stuck to your back. Free sample? Who is selling my voice? Banana emergency. Someone is running a voice black market. [upbeat music] That logo is a smirking gumball, James. Either you say one more word and pay the encore, or we hand your voice to the crowd. If I speak, they swoon harder. If I stay silent, they buy me. Banana, pick the lesser disaster. The moon owes me money. Speak, James. Speak like a wibberwob. Everyone, please, the shop is closed. Well, butter my socks. That gumball logo is my doodle, James. Banana, you sold my voice? [upbeat music] [laughs] Thank you so much for watching this episode with us. We're so grateful you spent this time with our family. Come back soon. The future's got even more surprises. See you next time.