22 Short Films about Elmore

[Globaluna32]

Yes, before you ask, this is a parody of a parody of The Simpsons episode "22 Short Films about Springfield". It is not, however, the same story with Gumball characters thrown in, as so many lame fan fics are. This one takes the format, but presents a very different story. Hope you like it!

"So, once again, tell me what exactly you plan to do to Mr. Robinson's car Gumball?" Darwin asked.

"Simple logic buddy, you know how Mr. Robinson always says that he wants to get a new coat of paint for his boring old car?"

"No." Replied Darwin, "I always thought boring was sort of his style."

"Yeah, well you don't listen to him like I do. Anyway, these balloons are filled up with red paint right? So I was thinking if we just threw them at his car instead of making him spend all that time and effort painting it the old fashioned way, we could do it for him!"

Darwin simply shrugged and picked up one of the paint filled balloons. He wasn't quite sure why he always went with his brother's wacky schemes, but he almost always had fun while doing them.

"Incoming!" Screamed the goldfish as he threw one of the paint filled balloons at the Robinson's car. He had intended for it to hit the door, but Darwin had a notoriously bad arm, which cost him greatly as it sailed over the car and hit the front door dead on. He shrieked as it exploded in a mass of red, staining the front door and the Robinsons' porch in the process.

"Dude! Stop, we shouldn't be doing this!"

"What's that Darwin? You want me to cover this? Okay, I wanted to do their car, but I guess their front door could use some colour too." Said Gumball as he chucked the balloon at their front door.

Darwin tried to tell him again, but by the time that the Robinsons' door had been opened and the man standing in the doorway had been struck by the paint filled balloon, it was far, far too late. For a moment, everyone froze. Gumball and Darwin were immobilized by shock, mouths open wide, as Mr. Robinson, also shocked, stared at his now red vest.

Unexpectedly breaking the silence, Mr. Robinson's mouth opened and let out a furious growl, making both kids jump. Mr. Robinson caught them off guard once again and yelled "YOU KIDS WAIT UNTIL I INFORM YOUR MOTHER ABOUT THIS!" and slammed the door shut behind him.

"WE'RE IN SO MUCH TROUBLE!" They both shrieked, as they ran off down the sidewalk. After they had ran about twelve blocks, Darwin asked "Hey, where exactly are we going Gumball?"

"Hm, uh, somewhere far away I guess. Any suggestions?"

Darwin pointed at the large building in front of them with a large grin, they were at Elmore Junior High.

"Aww man, but it's a Saturday!"

"Then why is there a car parked outside silly?"

It was true, a shiny red Volkswagen was parked outside in the school parking lot. Strange, as it was indeed a Saturday.

"Huh, well I guess we could go see. Come on buddy, let's go hide out!"

"Hooray!"

And so ends our first chapter. Don't worry, these things get way longer, better, and we've still got about 21 more to go! Things get much better for our heroes too, so do not cry for them. DO NOT CRY!

Whose car do you think it is? Will he be of any assistance to our heroes? Find out next time on "22 Short Films about Elmore!"

[cwisteh]

Miss Simian.

I imagine her getting out of class to go around in that badass car of hers. Sometimes she'd pick up Principal Brown haha

Can't wait! You write like a published author. Which is good.
Unless you're talking about Stephanie Meyer.

[Destiny of Awe]

I think it's Miss Simian's car, too. But it would've been nice if it belonged to someone liiiikke...ROCKY!

[ozone]

Who knows Mr.Small just got his pay cheque..

[Destiny of Awe]

Ok, so I happened to find chapter 2 of the story on fanfiction.net. I hope you don't get pissed off, Luna...


Chapter 2: The Ferocious Avenger

"We last left our heroes outside Elmore Junior High, attempting to escape the wrath of their hot-tempered mother Nicole. Will they find refuge? Let s find out! Be aware that this chapter is mostly a flashback like the one in The GI."
Gumball spat on his hands, he had learned in Gym Class that lubing up your hands makes things easier to grip. He pushed the doors with all his might, expecting them not to budge, and was quickly thrown onto the cold and slick floor of the middle school. Darwin couldn t contain his laughter.
"Ahaha! Aw man dude, that was great! You shoulda seen the look on your face." He giggled.
"Yeah, well just help me get this door shut." Gumball replied. The door quickly shut, as Gumball and Darwin locked it. Now where were they going to go?
"Let s go find out whose car that was!" Said Darwin blissfully
"Not so fast boys, they might not have wanted you kids to be here." Said a calm voice from behind them.
The boys jumped in surprise at the tall figure in front of them, it was the school counselor Mr. Small.
"What on Earth are you kids doing here? he looked really mad Don't you boys know I could get in serious trouble if someone found out you were in here?"
Gumball quickly thought up a response, "And why exactly are "you" here Mr. Small! It's Saturday! Shouldn t you be out doing adult things?"
"Yeah!" said Darwin "Why'd you go and leave the door unlocked anyway?"
The man's agitated expression dissolved into a nervous one, his eyes began to dart side to side. "Oh, well I uh, uh..."
"Out with it dude!" Gumball demanded.
"It isn't any of your business!" He snapped, "Now you kids had better tell me why you re here or I ll have to tell your mom about this."
"NO!" They screamed, "She's the reason we re here in the first place. Please don t tell our mother."
Mr. Small was silent for a moment, he thought back to his days in Elmore Junior High School As he thought back, a horrible memory suddenly came back to him.
It was the end of his 7th Grade year, he and his friends Clark Fitzgerald, also known as Penny s dad, and Left Thumb, the quiet and insecure fingerprint who would surprisingly grow up to be a criminal, were once again teasing Richard Watterson, the laughingstock of Elmore High. Richard had grown up an awkward and immature child, such as the times when he pretended to be The Cottontail Cavalier and flew around in a cape that his mother Josephine Watterson had sewn for him.
"Look at him in his dorky little cape!" said Carl, "Wonder what size his mom sewed it in? Like, 100 or something?" All the other kids laughed as Richard looked down sadly at his desk. Miss Simian's class had been given a few minutes of free time while she went outside to discuss something with Principal Brown, although she'd foolishly neglected to have someone watch the kids while she was gone, leaving the kids free to misbehave as they pleased.
"Haha, it's like when you look at him it's like staring at a bunch of pancakes." Again, the classroom was in hysterics, indifferent to Richard s suffering.
"If those jerks don t cut that crap out I swear" thought a blue cat girl sitting in a desk on the opposite side of the classroom. The cat, whose name was Nicole Harris, stared out the window, trying desperately to ignore the teasing going on in the back of the room. Nicole and Richard had both known each other since Kindergarten, even if they never really hung out, they could at least be called acquaintances. Nicole rubbed her temples vigorously, trying her best to ignore the other children as they began cackling like hyenas again.
Richard, being a sensitive and somewhat sheltered little boy was beginning to cry.
"Aww, what s the matter Cottontail Cavalier?" asked Clark mockingly.
"Haha! Maybe he needs to go call his mommy!" said Left Thumb, snickering all the while.
Richard decided that there was no point in letting the other kids see him cry, it would only egg them on. Defeated, he laid his face down on his arms and silently cried into his cape. The surrender worked, as Clark Fitzgerald and his friends were all beginning to back down. The class gazed at the clock, there was still about five minutes left in class.
"Perfect, now I can finally get back to Nicole for dumping me."
"Hey Nicole, think fast!" shouted Clark as he threw a large paper ball at Nicole's head, giving her no time to react as the ball simply thumped the back of her head and landed near her feet.
This was the final straw, for her and for Richard. "*"Now just who the hell do you think you are Carl Fitzgerald!"*" She yelled commandingly at the plump peanut, picking herself up out of her seat as she yelled.
The entire classroom's focus was on Nicole s flaming eyes and tightly clenched fists, clearly someone was crusing for a bruising from her.
"I am so sick and tired of you and your little buddies always picking on poor little Richard like that! And you actually wonder why I broke up with you."
All Carl could do was stare, he wasn't intimidated, not at all; amused if anything. He usually knew better than to mess with Nicole Harris when she was in a crummy mood. This however, was not one of those moments; his boyish sense of superiority overpowered his common sense as he lashed back at Nicole with a few choice words of his own.
"Well, I never really wanted to date you anyway! "You crazy bipolar bitch"!"
The entire class gasped, no one else in the grade would have dared to say such a thing, especially not if it was directed towards Nicole the psychotic cheerleader. For a moment, Nicole simply stared with a blank look in her eyes, mouth agape, trying to let everything that had transpired sink into her.
A single tear rolled down her cheek, it was the first time she had shed a tear in a long time. She had a reputation to uphold though, no crap-for-brains bully like Carl Fitzgerald was going to break her.
She lunged at Carl, the fire in her eyes was lit once more as she began punching and thrashing. They flew around the room as Nicole and Carl fought, pushing back desks and making papers fly. Most of the kids were against the chalkboard, watching the fight with hungry eyes. Richard especially, who was feeling much better now that Nicole was standing up for him once again.
"Yay! Go Nicole, beat that meanie up!" he encouraged blissfully, amid the rest of the class, who were busy chanting the classic "Fight! Fight! Fight!"
After what seemed like an eternity, Carl collapsed on the ground, exhausted and beat. His shell was cracked on his side, and his nose bled around the dark purple patches dotting his face.
"Ladies and Gentlemen! The clear loser of this fight! Carl Fitzgerald!" roared Banana John, trying to make light of a critical situation; which needless to say, didn't work at all.
Nicole and Richard were conspiring in a corner of the classroom as everyone else tended to Carl's wounds. "Wow Nicole, you were super!" Richard said as he tightly gripped her waist. She wasn't as sore as she probably should've been, a bruise there, a sore here, but otherwise she was unscathed.
"You're welcome Richard, do you remember when I said that you were brave enough to be yourself? Well, I meant it. You are a an immature, dumb and a mama's boy of a rabbit."
"...you mean you don't like me?"
"No Richard, I find you charming actually. I love boys who aren't afraid too be themselves. Why do you think I hate Carl so much? His bullying masks who he really is, it's all a front; on the inside he's a lot like you I bet"
Richard said nothing, but his beaming grin said a thousand words. From that moment on, Nicole Harris and Richard Watterson were an inseperable pair.
"WHAT JUST HAPPENED IN THIS CLASSROOM?" said a loud screeching voice, which commanded everyone's attention all at once. Their teacher Miss Simian stood in the doorway with Principal Brown at her side.
"I told you that there was something going on down here Miss Simian."
"Oh hush Nigel, I'll deal with this calamity myself. You only have to escort the BRATS RESPONSIBLE FOR COMPLETELY DESTROYING MY ROOM!"
"Yes Miss Simian, I'll wait right here for you."
She nodded as she walked in, examining the room with her eyes tracing every mistake. After seeing the damage done, she yelled at the students to line up on the chalkboard; all except Carl Fitzgerald, he simply laid on the floor in agony.
Miss Simian was frustrated at first, but she then noticed that there was a crack on his shell. Shocked, Miss Simian called for Principal Brown to take Mr. Fitzgerald to the nurse while she dealt with the rest of the students.
"So," she quietly began "who did this?"
The room was silent for a moment, and after a few awkward seconds of silence Richard Watterson stepped forward.
"Miss Simian, this whole fight was all my fault. I'm the reason it started, so please take me to the office." He said in a guilty tone
Miss Simian smirked, she'd take any sort of excuse to punish a troublesome child, especially Richard.
"No! Miss Simian please, don't blame him, he's been through enough today. I was the one who beat up Carl and trashed your room and I'm sorry! I'm sorry okay! Carl was bullying him again and I just wanted to defend my... boyfriend." Nicole admitted
"Oh really Nicole? We'll just see about that now won't we dear?" she cooed in a mocking tone. "Now come with me before I give you both a suspension!"
"LISTEN TO ME BANANA FACE!" Nicole screamed, her anger getting the better of her yet again. "I'm telling the absolute truth, you can ask anyone in here, anyone at all and they'll tell you exactly what happened."
Miss Simian's furious glare changed into an even angrier scowl.
"Fine then, class, did any of you happen to see Nicole Harris defend Richard Watterson? Hm? Speak up or else!" she demanded
"I did." said the tall quiet kid, "Carl was picking on Richard, so Nicole started to yell at him. When he didn't back down, she beat him up. That's it Miss Simian, she was only doing it to defend Richard."
Miss Simian's enraged glare began to sharpen again, this time however, she began to tremble with her boiling anger getting ready to overflow.
"FINE! Ok, you convinced me, are you happy Small? Your silly little friends are getting off scot-free."
"Oh they aren't friends of mine..." his voice trailed off. Despite Carl recruiting him to be in his gang, he almost never got along with them. They always argued and fought, mostly over the most trivial things imaginable.
"Nevermind Miss Simian, I'm glad we could work something out."
All she gave him was a menacing stare as she slunk over to her desk. The bell rang, the whole class breathed a sigh of relief as their ordeal was finally over.
"Not so fast kids, Nicole, Richard, and Small, you three stay here and CLEAN UP THIS MESS! I want this whole room exactly as it was before the fight. If I can't punish you little troublemakers, I can at least make you late for class!"
"Uh, hello?"
"Mr. Small? Are you there?"
"Maybe we could try slapping him."
"Great idea Darwin! Go ahead and fish slap him, I'll watch."
The pain of Darwin's little flippers on his cheek woke him up fast, out of the day dream and into reality.
"EH? What? Oh, hey guys, is it Monday morning already?" Mr. Small said in a dazed voice.
"Nope, it's Saturday afternoon. We snuck in and almost got in trouble but then you started to space out for no apparent reason." Darwin informed him.
"Yeah Mr. Small" said Gumball, "you've just been standing there for at least five minutes at least, sort of freaky really."
"Oh, you know for a second I felt like I was back in the 7th Grade again. Strange, huh?"
They both stared at him in confusion.
"You don't have to kick us out Mr. Small." Gumball said, still feeling a little creeped out.
"Yeah, we'll do that ourselves." Darwin said.
Mr. Small waved goodbye through the door as they were leaving. Despite witnessing Nicole's wrath first-hand, he let them both go.
"Good luck kids, you'll need it." he said to himself. "Now, let's see if I can remember why I came in here..."