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Of Cumming Age	By : Demon_Casket Category: +1 through F > Amazing World of Gumball, The Views: 35162 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own The Amazing World of Gumball, its fandom, or any of its characters. This is a work of fiction and has been made completely without profit.

Chapter List
- 1-Of Cumming Age
- 2-2
- 3-3
- 4-4
- 5-5
- 6-6
- 7-7
- 8-8
- 9-9
- 10-10
- 11-Finale
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“We’ll only be a little while, honey.” Mr. Fitzgerald spoke into his cell.
An indiscernible female voice answered him back, presumably Mrs. Fitzgerald.
“Sorry, honey. I can’t…boys only.” He said before he killed the conversation.
Gumball was scared spitless, heading for parts unknown with a man at least twice his size and possibly three times his girth.
“Umm…Mr. Fitzgerald…”
“…You can call me Quarter.”
“…Your name’s Carter?”
“Yeah, Quarter…with a ‘Q’…I think it’s a French thing…don’t ask.”
“Okay, Quart…caaaan I just call you ‘Mr. Fitzgerald’? I’m kinda used to it now and…”
Mr. Fitzgerald smiled slightly at Gumball’s request. “Sure, kid, if ya like.”
“Okay…Mr. Fitzgerald…where are we going…exactly.”
“Heheh…don’t wory, kid. You’ll know what it is, when we get there…” was all he said.
It was a fifteen minute drive, apparently out of town limits and through a slightly dense, alpine forest, looking creepier and creepier as time weathered on. Up a hill, the road coiled, making Gumball wonder if he was ever going to be seen again.
“…Uhm…Mr. Fitzgerald?”
“…What is it, kid?”
Feeling that it was his only chance for a plea…and possibly the last words that would ever be heard from his lips by anyone, he sighed and decided to say, “…I just wanted to say…I love Penny and would never let anything bad happen to her!”
Mr. Fitzgerald smiled warmly at this. “Heheh…I know, Gumball…I know. You don’t have to worry about a thing.”
Mr. Fitzgerald’s speech was so cryptic that Gumball really didn’t know what to make of it. He didn’t seem angry at all. In fact, he seemed to feel a little more at ease with Gumball saying what he did. It was strange…beyond strange.
Suddenly, they came to a clearing that was filled with bright light, apparently emitting from a brightly lit diner, just ahead. They came to park in a somewhat small but nearly empty parking lot where Mr. Fitzgerald promptly and calmly dismounted.
Not knowing to make of all this, Gumball simply waited in the car.
Mr. Fitzgerald nearly left him behind, thinking the boy was right behind him. He was halfway to the door when he turned around and found Gumball still sitting in his chair. Mr. Fitzgerald was puzzled at first, but then responded to Gumball with a look of humor on his face. After all, their relationship until this point wasn’t exactly rainbows and sunshine and Gumball had no reason to trust him. “Come on, kid.” Mr. Fitzgerald waved him forward, “…This one’s on me.”
Confused as all hell, Gumball finally unbuckled himself and opened the door.
The odd pair came through the door and were immediately greeted with the scent of fine ice cream and well seasoned hamburger.
“Hey Pops! How the hell are ya?!” Mr. Fitzgerald yelled to possibly the only other soul in the building.
‘Pops’, as he was referred to, turned from his grill where the beautiful sound of sizzling could be heard. “Heya Quarter! Long time no see! What brings you to my neck of the woods?” he called, exchanging a firm, manly handshake with Mr. Fitzgerald.
After releasing his hand from Pops’s, a somewhat grave look came across his face. With deep regret in his voice, he looked downward, through the ice cream case, not into it. “…Pops…” he said, “…Gimme a Cherry Bomb.”
Pops winced slightly, a confused look spreading across his face. “…But, Quart…you already did your…” he suddenly looked towards Gumball. “…Ohhh…” he said then, “…another one bites the dust, huh?”
Mr. Fitzgerald chuckled under his breath, “Hyeah.”
“Hehe, alright. One heart-attack heaven special comin’ right up…” Pops said and slid out a pair of classy, bottle shaped soda glasses to Mr. Fitzgerald, before he turned back to the grill and a whole lot of sizzling was heard.
“Go ahead ‘n have a seat, Gumball.” Mr. Fitzgerald said, turning to walk towards the soda fountains. “What ‘r ya drinkin’, kid?”
“Uhhh…root beer?” Gumball said through his puzzlement. He still had no clue as to what was going on, even after he took a booth next to the window and Mr. Fitzgerald came back to sit with him, presenting a frosty glass of frothy root beer and a straw to the lost, little cub. A few seconds later, a jukebox began to play an old soft rock ballad. It was ‘Puppy Love’, by Paul Anka.
They sat a while in silence, the grill going with marvelous sounds of sizzling and spattering, the big peanut quietly looking over Gumball, composing his thoughts, and, of course, Gumball, clutching the cool glass and focusing only on the sweet, comforting soda, still clueless as to why he was there.
“…You know why we’re here, Gumball?” Mr. Fitzgerald asked suddenly.
Gumball looked up at the rather threatening man and shook his head in reply.
“…We’re here to talk about Penny…and…the thing you did for her, today.”
Gumball shot a breath into his root beer, making it gurgle and froth.
“Yeah, I know, kid, so…save your excuses for the dumb, deaf, or blind…okay?”
Gumball only stared on, in reply. After all…he really couldn’t think of anything to say.
Mr. Fitzgerald looked away, off through the window and into the night, sipping his soda as he did so. After a few moments of mulling an unknown thought in his head, he suddenly asked, still staring out into the forest, “…Tell me…kid…”
Needless to say, he had Gumball’s attention.
“…Was my little girl…rough with you?”
Gumball’s brow ruffled like a potato chip. The only answer he could put out at the time was, “…Huh?”
“Aaayee don’t wanna know any of the details, Gumball. I just wanna know…did Penny…hurt you, while she was doing it?”
Gumball’s mouth seemed to freeze in a yawning position. What exactly was he asking?
“…” Mr. Fitzgerald looked at Gumball and waited for an answer. When none came, he simply began to laugh. “…I’ll take that as a ‘no’.”
“Ah…yah…a weh…I don’t…” Gumball sputtered, simply clueless as to how he was supposed to respond.
“Let me tell you, kid. A budding female peanut, who’s womanhood just came fresh on the market…ya know…just became a lady…her new urges can get so powerful…so violent, that, the first man she’s with can be at great risk with his health, if ya know what I mean.”
Gumball was still confused at what Mr. Fitzgerald was talking about. He gritted his teeth together with a slightly disgusted, confused smirk upon his face. He thought he knew what he was talking about…yet didn’t.
“Still don’t get what I’m talking about, huh?” Mr. Fitzgerald commented after finishing his drink. He heavily set the glass down on to the table. “…Simply put, kid…” he stated, “…you could have been killed.”
Gumball took in a hard, sharp breath. “T-that’s not true! Penny would never do something like that to me!”
“Oh, I know, I know, kid. She don’t look it, but, believe me, a female peanut on the prowl for some good mating…she can give a steamroller a run for its money!”
Gumball was shocked at what he was hearing. “…No way…I don’t…I can’t believe that.”
“Ohh, trust me. It’s true.”
Gumball looked Mr. Fitzgerald over, searching for any detail that might telegraph his lying. Apparently…he wasn’t.
“Don’t believe me, huh? Think I’m just trying to scare you away from my girl? Trust me…I’m not. I’m really glad you’re here to take care of her, Gumball. ‘Cause, if you weren’t…no idea what might happen to us.”
The confusion set in again, with Gumball ruffling his brow.
“Need an example, huh? M’kay…ya know Mrs. Fitzgerald, right? My wife? Penny’s mother? She had it bad for at least a week after her body started…changing, ya know? And, I dunno what happened between her and her parents, but, by the time she was through with them, they were begging me to go out with her and screw her brains out. Imagine that! Parents asking their daughter’s…at the time, unwanted boyfriend to give her a good, hard ride on his pony bologna.”
Gumball’s eyes shot wide open, “Nooo waaaayyy…they begged you to…do her???”
“No fibbin’ kid. And I tell ya…she was so crazy that night…so starving for it…that she nearly pulled my arms out of their sockets when she was on top of me! And I was a big guy, even back then…but she?” Mr. Fitzgerald wagged his head, “…She was that…strong…and crazy.”
Gumball’s jaw dropped wide open, yet again. He tried hard to make sense of what Mr. Fitzgerald was telling him, but just plain couldn’t. “But…she seems like such a nice lady…”
“She is, Gumball, she is! It’s just that…well, maybe not even just a lady peanut, but…any woman, deprived of something that her body just…really, really needs…kablooey. Ya just never know, kid. Ya just never know.”
Gumball swallowed hard on these words. “…I guess we should consider ourselves lucky we took care of Penny…early, huh?”
“True blue, kid…truuue blue…thank you.” Mr. Fitzgerald said, slowly nodding his head.
They both thought deeply then, counting their blessings on the fact that Penny didn’t go ballistic on anyone. Suddenly, with a rather regal walk, Pops slipped out from around the counter with two gigantic looking objects in his hands. Needless to say, he was heading straight for their table and definitely…right for Gumball.
“…What…is…that?!?!?!” Gumball nearly clawed himself back against the wall, recoiling from the two monsters that were soon laid in front of him.
“A rite of passage, son.” Mr. Fitzgerald quickly answered with pride. “That…is a cheeseburger with a small gravitational pull, known simply as…’the bomb’.”
Gumball looked it over carefully, certain that he needed scaffolding to properly survey this beast. It had two 6x1 inch patties of, not just plain hamburger, but, grilled meatloaf, mounted with two slices each, cheddar and American cheese. Shifting slightly beneath the small layer of lettuce and tomatoes and making love to the top layer of creamy cheese was a smooth, deep-golden glacier of oozy, caramelized onions, and, protected by a thin layer of mayonnaise, the whole thing was not mounted on traditional sesame seed bun, but, a nice set of Texas toast, toasted crispy on the sides hugging the burger and lightly on the outer sides.
Gumball was so puzzled as to how he was going to take on this meat behemoth that he lost his appetite…and then gained it back again. His vision then panned, slowly, to the other thing sitting on the table. “…And…that?”
Pops fielded this one. “That, my boy, is commonly referred to as the ‘Everest’. It is…a sculpted mountain masterpiece, composed of an outer shell of mint chip, cookies and cream, a little concoction that looks nothing like its colors, known as ‘s’more’, a topping of whipped cream, Swiss chocolate shavings, a drizzle of extra dark, bittersweet hot fudge, and a core of Mississippi mudd…that’s a chocolate on chocolate on chocolate, type of ice cream, so, don’t let the name throw ya…it’s a masterpiece. Oh, but, one last detail…together in this, quintessential meal…it is simply known as…’the Cherry’.
“I…see.” was all Gumball could answer.
His vision bounced like a ping pong between the two objects sitting before him, challenging to make a move. “A…am I supposed to use a knife ‘n fork…?” he asked, staring now at the giant burger. Mr. Fitzgerald and Pops began a rather condescending chuckle, but, before they could really start, Gumball got a sudden feeling. It was primal and prophetic. “…Wait…” he suddenly commanded, raising his hand to signal them to halt all presumptions, “…I got this…”
Gumball’s eyes narrowed. A rage deep within his soul and deep within his gut began churning a need, an inferno, that called out for him to wrestle, kill, and conquer this beast, with great prejudice. Mr. Fitzgerald and Pops watched, interested now, as Gumball slowly pressed his tiny paws into the monster’s creamy, oozy layers and rested his wrists upon the plate. He dragged the beast forward, plate and sandwich, presented his fangs, and licked his lips. As a small drizzle of drool escaped his jaws, Pops and Mr. Fitzgerald looked on, sideways with wide eyed and anxious stares and lips in silent ‘ooh’, feeling as if the world stood still, just for this moment…and then…Gumball opened his mouth, as wide as he could…and dove for it. The two men in the room could have sworn…they heard a lion roar.
He chomped fiercely into the monster and the room erupted with cheers from the witnesses. Gumball slowly, satisfyingly drilled and grinded his teeth, as well as the whole of his mouth, into the burger, content with his inaugural bite…and then…his eyes widened…the room seemed to fade away and the universe began to creep in. He could still see the table, a bit of the brightly lit floor, as well as his two companions…but…as he chewed and chewed, savoring the tangy, sweet, and salty juices…the seasonings…and the textures of creaminess and crunchiness…he could see distant stars…galaxies…heavenly bodies and stellar mists…all swirling and dancing around him like a torrent. It…was…beautiful…
He swallowed his first bite and wanted more, but, before he went on, he threw a paw forward and caught Pops on the sleeve. Calmly and collectedly, he was involuntarily said, “…Pops…you have ruined me for cheeseburgers…for the rest of my life.” He let go of Pops’s sleeve and slowly continued his meal with closed eyes.
“Hey! That’s exactly what I said, hahahahaha!!!” Mr. Fitzgerald hollered as they laughed.
“’Ey! That’s what eeeveryone says!!! Hahahahaahahaaa!!!” Pops topped off the moment.
Gumball was surprisingly a fourth into the burger already, making a half growling, half purring sound as he went on.
A few moments later, Mr. Fitzgerald had come back from the soda fountain with two, freshly filled glasses of the same drinks as he looked on over Gumball, amused as the little guy tore apart the massive masterpiece. When Gumball was nearly halfway through the thing, Mr. Fitzgerald intervened, “…Kid…you might wanna save that for later…you DON’T wanna miss out on dessert.” he said, pointing towards the giant sundae.
“Gggg…” Gumball sounded off his understanding, his muffled voice making an ‘okay’ sound. Also, after a moment of thought, Gumball looked towards Mr. Fitzgerald. “Mmmhmhm?” he mumbled with a high pitched question, making a unified, invitational motion between the sandwich and the man.
“Aww…very generous of you, son, but, that’s okay. It’s aaaall you.” Mr. Fitzgerald replied. “Besides…I’ve had my fill of that one, ages ago.”
Gumball chuckled along with Mr. Fitzgerald when he realized what he meant. “Oh, hehehe.” After he got to the halfway mark, he began to instinctively clean off his paws.
“…I don’t know how the heck you cats can do that…” Mr. Fitzgerald commented.
“Hm?”
“Get cleaned up all perfect like that and look like you haven’t been in a mess all day long.”
“Oh!” Gumball answered and presented his tongue forward like an egg McMuffin. “Ethhh awwww ing sthah thhhung!”
“Hahaha, okay, kid, okay. You musta made my little girl reeeaaally happy then.”
Gumball’s tongue shot straight back into his mouth, making him choke a bit.
“Hahaha! Just kiddn’, kid. I don’t know and I don’t wanna know how you took care of her.”
Gumball chuckled in reply. “…Too much information?”
“Waaaaay too much, buddy. Hahaha…”
Gumball soon finished grooming his paws, leaving no trace upon his face or hands that he was knuckles deep into the messy sandwich. He quickly got a hold of the one of the spoons sticking out of the ice cream glacier and dug in. He made sure that he got a little bit of everything on the bite, and then, when he crammed it into his mouth, he swore that he was transported out of place, climbing and biting his way up a wild, windy mountain made of sweet creams and chocolates. The stripe of hot fudge was perfect, thick, not too sweet, character rich in its bitters, and complemented well against the mellow cool of whipped cream, mint, and the overdose of sweet chocolate from the various points at which Gumball’s tongue was attacked. There were creamy, milk chocolate shavings…cookies and cream bits…crunchy chocolate chips…and an array of chocolate ice creams, flooding over his taste buds from the Mississippi mudd. And then, just on the edge of this deluge of sweet insanity, he got a hint of toasted marshmallow, bidding him farewell on simply his first bite experience.
“Oughhh…Mr. Fitz…Quarter…there okay, I said it…you gohhtta have some.” Gumball groaned ecstatically.
“Aw…nahh, kid, I already…”
“Nooooononononono…no ‘no’s for answer. Manja!” What Gumball said didn’t exactly make sense, but, its meaning was plain.
Mr. Fitzgerald laughed, silent but quaking. He was so enamored by Gumball’s gesture that he had to humor him. “Aallright, kid, alright.” He took the spare spoon from the mountain and carved out a similar, all element sampler for himself and savored. “Mmmmmmm…” he smiled, “…brings back memories…”
“Oh yeah? Like…mmmmmmm…like what?”
“Weh…mmm…my first time here, of course.”
“Oh, yeah. I might as…mmmmmmmmm…mmmwell ask, how did you eat? Didn’t you say your arms were broken, or somethmmmmmmmmming?”
“Well, no, they werenmmmmmmmmmmm’t broken. Hehehe, they were out of commission for a good long while though.”
“Yeah, that’s what I mmmmmmmmmmmean.”
“Oh, hahaha! Funny story. The mmmmmmmmmmmmmmissus was actually the one that brought me up here. Heck, she bought the Cherry Bomb for me and fed it to me, bite by bite.”
“No way! How could you guys evenmmmmmmmmmmm…ahhh, that’s good stuff…look at each other after she…”
“Hehehe, love is a crazy thing, Gummmmmmmmmmohhhyeahhh, that is good…ball. You could be screaming at each other one second and munching each other’s lips the next.”
“Hmm…mmmmmmmmmmm…I’ll keep that in mind…” Gumball commented. Suddenly, he slipped his spoon forward and hit glass. “Di…did we really finish that whole thing?” Gumball asked, looking into the sundae bowl and finding nothing but a chocolate streaked puddle of cream left within its depths.
“Gee, Gumball, I guess we did. Sorry bout that…”
“Awww, Mr. Fitzgerald, it’s all good. I was more than happy to share that with you.” Gumball’s gaze then returned to the second half of the giant burger. Suddenly, he noticed how full he was. “…I don’t suppose you’d be willing to help me out with that thing, would ya?”
“You kiddn’? My wife’s gonna kill me for gettn’ home late for dinner and the fact that I’m half full with ice cream isn’t gonna help my situation either.”
“Oh…” Gumball said as he assessed his situation, clutching on to his chin as if he was in deep thought. “Um…can I get that to go then…”
“Waaaay ahead of you, kid.” Pops said as he suddenly made himself known on Gumball’s flank, swiftly splitting the burger in half with his chef’s knife, boxing it up in a Styrofoam box, and slipping it into a neat, little doggy bag, before Gumball could say, ‘hi’.
“Wooooow…” Gumball commented, “…Pops…are you a ninja?”
Pops laughed, quickly hiding the extra sharp Ginsu. “Hahahaha…why do you ask?” he spoke in a near demand, suddenly serious.
Mr. Fitzgerald and Gumball quickly looked at each other, frightened to death. “N-no reason.” was all Gumball said.
“Do you really think he was a ninja or something?” Gumball asked Mr. Fitzgerald on the way down from the diner.
“Heh, kid, whether he is or not…I really don’t wanna know.” was the reply.
“Right.” Gumball agreed, quickly.
They were riding home, at last. Both Gumball and Mr. Fitzgerald settled into an afterglow of satisfaction. Gumball, in particular, silently celebrated to himself, recounting all the crazy events that transpired throughout his afterschool adventure. “Uahhhh…what an awesome day…” he sighed. Mr Fitzgerald glanced in his direction a moment and smiled. “…what a crazy day…what a crazy, awesome…ow!” Gumball yelped as a sudden shock of pain suddenly shot through his back.
“What’s wrong, kid?”
“My back! When did that happen?!” Gumball thought back, retracing his steps to any moment in his immediate past that might have put strain on his back. Then, “Ohhhhh…it musta been when me and Penny went and ooooooghmffffshhhhhhmmmmmooooo…” A fairly inhuman sound emitted from Gumball’s lips, much like an eighteen wheeler grinding to a halt, when he realized that talking about how he humped Mr. Fitzgerald’s daughter against a tree, and then continued to do so, across several city streets, wasn’t within his best interest at this time.
“…Ehhh…what was that?” Mr. Fitzgerald pushed, concerned only about Gumball’s back and well being.
“Eeeehhhhhh…Um…” Gumball struggled for something to say. “Ummmm…too…much…information???” was all he came up with, hoping that Mr. Fitzgerald would understand.
A rather confused look washed over Mr. Fitzgerald’s face. Then, “…Uahahahahaahahhahahahahaha!!! Aaaaaahhahahahahahahahahaaaaa!!!!!” He laughed like a mad man. “Dooon’t worry, kid.” he finally said after a long, hearty peal of roaring laughter. “I getcha’, son…I getcha’.”
The car rolled to a stop in front of Gumball’s house.
“Aright…this is you.” Mr. Fitzgerald said.
“Yeah…” Gumball replied. He stalled a moment, feeling that he should say something to this man who seemed to, for a time, be his enemy. “…Hey…Mr. Fitzgerald?”
“Yeah, kid?”
“I…jus…” Gumball really didn’t know how to voice the feeling in his guts at the time. He struggled for a while and could only come up with a single, simple thing to say…
“…Thanks…I guess…Yeah…Just…thanks. Thanks for being real cool about all this.”
Mr. Fitzgerald gave a bit of a chuckle, even felt a dash embarrassed at the moment, “…Nooo problem. You’re a good kid, Gumball. Believe it or not, we’re kinda watchin’ each other’s backs on this one, believe me.”
Gumball recounted to the facts he learned over the past hour, about how a female peanut can rip off a man’s arms at the full blown urge to answer to her own body. “Hyeah…I do. I’m just glad we squashed out the fire before it burned us all alive, huh? Hahah! I mean, I haven’t seen anything like that happen from Penny or Mrs. Fitzgerald, but, as far as women are concerned, I do know my mom can take down a full grown tyrannosaurus rex when she feels nervy.”
“…Sheee took down Tina’s dad?!?”
“Oh, you know who I was talking about then?”
Mr. Fitzgerald put a hand to his forehead. “…So she’s the one who…my gosh…I guess I should consider myself lucky that she didn’t fly off the handle when…ya kno…the car thing, and…”
“Hehe, yeah, yeah…water under the bridge and stuff, Mr. Fitzgerald.”
“Mmm…” Mr. Fitzgerald nodded his head in gratitude.
“We gotta do this again, sometime.” Gumball said, chuckling a bit.
“Yeah, it’s been fun, really.” Mr. Fitzgerald agreed. “Alright, kid. You’re a good boy, Gumball.” he said as he ruffled the boy’s head. Gumball giddily closed his eyes and perked his ears. “You stay that way, alright, and you take care of my little girl.”
“I will, Mr. Fitzgerald…I promise.” Gumball answered deeply. Mr. Fitzgerald nodded in reply.
“Well, alright…” he said as he patted Gumball’s lap to get him going, “…you get on now, ‘n, tell your folks I said ‘hi’…especially yer mom, hehe. I don’t want her gettn’ all pissed at us because she doesn’t know where we’ve been.” He waited until Gumball was getting out and had his back to him before he wiped a tear from his eye. No…he wasn’t his son…but he was certainly proud of him.
“Alright. See you later! ‘N thanks, Mr. Fitzgerald!!!” Gumball called out behind him after he closed the door and bounded off into the night, racing for his front porch.
Mr. Fitzgerald watched and waited for the door to open and he heard Gumball’s mom speak a mother’s patented ‘where have you been young man’. Nicole waved to Mr. Fitzgerald after Gumball pointed him out to her, shrugged, and then ushered the boy in. As the door closed, Mr. Fitzgerald felt the day sealed in the annals of family history and that he hadn’t lost a daughter…but had gained a son.
“…You stay that way, kid…n’ take care of her for me.” he muttered to himself, before he gently stepped on the gas and pushed on.
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