She snaps her fingers. The chalkboard erases itself and becomes a spreadsheet. The school bell stops ringing chaotically and now chimes a perfect, sterile C major chord.

“Mom!” he yells. His voice echoes strangely, devoid of its usual cartoon squeak. “My saturation is down twenty percent!”

“We always do,” Gumball says, pulling a giant lollipop from his ear and licking it. “Hey, what’s for dinner?”