Sorry Excuse of a Son!

Fireball: Boy, I'm tired! -yawns loudly- Is there ANYTHING to do, or at least WATCH?!
-Fireball overhears Nicole screaming at Gumball in the kitchen-
Nicole: YOU SORRY EXCUSE OF A SON! HOW CAN YOU BREAK THE TV, SMASH A GUITAR ON YOUR DADS HEAD, AND PUT FIRE TO A SWIMMING POOL AGGGAAAIIINNNN IN ONE WEEK!?!?!?!
Gumball: Umm, well, uhh....I didn't do it? -a big phoney smile is plastered on Gumballs face-
Fireball: Heh, serves him right! He made my pants on fire! -shivers from the memory-
Darwin:Poor Gumball... 
Fireball: AHHHHH!
-Nicole crooks her head to the window adjoining the kitchen and living room-
Nicole: HRM?! WHO'S THERE?! IM NOT IN A GOOD MOOD!
-Gumball tip-toes to the door-
Nicole: OH AND YOU! YOUR GROUNDED....FOR THE WHOLE SCHOOL YEAR! NO VIDEO GAMES!
Gumball: W-w-what?! But, it's February!!! That'll take about 5 months, and I got summer school!
Nicole: Get out of my sight!
-Nicole pushes Gumball out of the kitchen and slams the door-
Fireball and Darwin: Hi...Gumball...
Voice: Boy, Mom got you good! -chuckle-
Gumball: ANAIS! NOT FUNNY!
-Anais pops out of a small plant-
Anais: Sorry Gumball, it's too funny! I heard you almost killed that Haily person when you set fire to that swimming pool.
Gumball: Phhht, I didn't like her anyway!
February 7, 8:11 A.M 
Darwin: Uwahh....Good morning, Gumball!
Gumball: Good morning, Buddy!
-Nicoles head pops into veiw from the door-
Nicole: Hello Darwin! Hello Fireball!
Gumball: Hi mom!
-Nicole looks somnly at Gumball and walks away-
Richard: Hi boys! I would come in, but I worry that SOMEONE would hit me!
Gumball: Jeez, I said I WAS SORRY!!!!
-Richards footsteps could be heard getting farther-
Fireball: Jee, Mom and Dad must be hating you right now!
Gumball: I know, and I'll fix it, if my name isn't-
-Nicoles voice rips through the sentance-
A SORRY EXCUSE FOR A SON!
-Gumball rolls his eyes-
Gumball: Guys, help me build...THIS!
-Gumball shows a huge blueprint of a anti-gravity machine (From P and F!)-
Darwin: How do we get all those parts?
Fireball: Who knows? We may be lucky!
-A small peice of metel needed for the machine falls to Fireballs hands-
Fireball: See? Lucky, I told you!