Hello, this is bob, and I'm just saying a big thank you to my new editor, samgamerkid7. He seems like a perfect editor cuz of his past fiction-writing experience. Remember that (I don't need this) but I am open to suggestions for the plot.


Gumball drove home. It came, as quite a surprise to him, that they left his car alone. He took his 'VW' to the back of the garage and parked it. He then closed the garage door and left his real VW outside. It seemed like that was his first hurdle of being in the FBI. Having two supposedly identical cars. Interesting. He opened the boot of his – well let's just call it VW 2.0 – and took out all of the items they supplied him with. He got inside his home and took off his jacket. He entered the kitchen table just to see everyone staring at him, eating home-made burgers that Darwin (obviously - the brothers are great cooks) made for them.

"Gumball, where were you?" sighed his 8-year old sister Anais.

"Bro, you can't just walk off like that!" said Darwin.

"Gumball, as a responsible father, I got worried for you!" said his fat, sluggish, irresponsible, stupid


Actually I might be offending the poor man now. What is he going to do next – eat me? ~bs


father, Richard. Everyone stopped.

"By worrying you mean sitting back and doing nothing, right?" asked Alex. "Responsible, that is!" She and the other children snickered at Richard, who blushed and sat down before going back to guzzling down his food. Not to mention that his portion was five times as big as everybody else's combined.

"Ok guys, I have something to tell you," announced Gumball. "Do you know what Uncle Pablo's job is?"

"Bank manager at Selcom?" asked Darwin.

"No, he's a business manager at Chanax," argued Anais.

"Street cleaner in San Francisco?" asked Richard. Everyone stared at him as he shrugged and swallowed his burger whole.

"Pablo Von Hoshim Senicourt works for the Federal Bureau of Investigation," said Gumball as Darwin's jaw dropped and he fell to the floor, passing out.

"And the point you are trying to make here is?" questioned Anais.

"I have been hired," he renounced as everyone except Nicole and Alex, who grinned, had their eyes widen to such a state that they looked like they were about to turn into cartoon characters (They are humans in this fan-fic). Gumball took out his identification card and showed it to everyone. "This means that you are under the protection of an official police officer." Everyone cheered at him.

"So, can I have another portion now?" asked Richard. Everyone facepalmed as Gumball went upstairs.

The next day

It was a quiet day at the West Elmore Mall. There were minimal people there and all the fashion shops were open. Penny Fitzgerald smiled as she ran her hands through the line of dresses and crop tops in the Gucci store. If she loved one thing it was impressing her boyfriend with her love of fashion. Her family was rich as they came from a long line of millionaires who owned FitScreen, a television manufacturing company. Little did she know, her boyfriend was going to be right in the center of the mall...

Two men wearing black suits and black ties appeared in the plaza. One of them was carrying a silver briefcase. It housed the Russian Chukalvin Sniper Rifle, not the best of all but foldable and easy to fit in his briefcase. The men were on a mission to assassinate Georgi Fitzgerald, a billionaire and head of FitScreen.

"So... you got his location?" asked the man with the briefcase.

"Yeah I've got it alright. He'll be coming out of the Gucci Store. Get a shot from the roof and cop his artery right," replied the other man. They however had no idea that the man in a tuxedo beside them had just recorded every single word of their conversation.

"Not this time," thought Agent Fitzalan as he slipped into the shadows. He then walked to a designer Calvin Klein shop and joined the conversation of multiple men and one teenager, all wearing tuxedos.

"Alright," said Agent Senicourt. "We need to get into places fast. Trainee Agents, take field positions. Gumball, you go on lookout. I'll get ready to fight it out with the sniper. Go!" Everyone scurried to their positions as Gumball was left standing.

"Where do I go? Over," he muttered into his microphone.

"Stay and push Fitzgerald out of the way of the sniper, Over," replied Senicourt from his microphone.

"So, are you taking over? Over," continued Gumball.

"Yes, I'm taking over, Over."

"Why are you saying over twice? Over."

"Get it over Watterson, Over." Gumball chuckled and stood there, and observed the surroundings. His thermal glasses immediately spotted the man as he was getting out of the store. Except that there was a catch.

He was walking with Penny.

Gumball thought. 'Giorgi Fitzgerald. Penny Fitzgerald.' This was going to be a lot harder than expected. It seemed that the only way to convince them was to reveal his disguise. He took off is shades and started walking towards them.

"Oh uncle G, aren't these so nice- oh hi Gummy!" said Penny as she embraced him. He put his arms around her.

"How's it going, Pen?" he asked.

"Oh, it's nice. I was just looking around to see these lovely gucci trousers!" she said as she showed them to Gumball.

"How do you afford those?" exclaimed Gumball, looking at them. "They must have cost hundreds of dollars!"

"I know right? Good thing my uncle's rich," said Penny.

"Giorgi Fitzgerald, pleased to meet you," muttered Giorgi.

The sniper scoped in on Fitzgerald. He was a good-looking man; he probably would have able to attract many young women if he lived longer. The sniper curled his finger around his rifle, and examined Fitzgerald's body. A heart. Several arteries that if severed, could lead to a straight death. Crotch. Maximum pain to inflict on the body. Head. Brains and instant death- Suddenly, at that very moment Senicourt came charging in and knocked the gun out of the sniper's hand, just as the gun shot and hit Fitzgerald's arm. Giorgi turned to see a pool of scarlet blood seep out of his arm and expand around him. He clutched it in agony.

"Uncle G! Gumball, what's going on?" shouted Penny.

"You two need to get out of here fast. There's a sniper on the balcony, who was trying to kill Giorgi. Penny, fetch the medical pack," said Gumball. Penny was running to the medical pack, but then the sniper's comrade stopped her. More men came out, and forced her back with her boyfriend and uncle.

"Penny, apply pressure to the wound!" bellowed Gumball as Penny put her hands down on the blood-soaked wound. The original comrade faced them and took out a Mossberg Maverick 88 and aimed it at Gumball. Just as he pulled the trigger, Gumball flipped into the air and scissor-kicked him in mid-air. He heard a crack as the man fell to the floor. Another man came up and pointed a FN SCAR automatic rifle (Belgian, new army issue) at Gumball. Gumball put his hands in the air just as the man crumpled to the floor, Fitzalan had shot him with a Benelli M4 shotgun on the head.

"Need help, Agent G?" he asked.

"You bet trainee," said Gumball. He took out his Colts and aerial-flipped into the air. He spinned around and shot out of his gun. As the barrels turned, twelve bullets were sent out flying at 475 miles per hour. Each one found its target, piercing into the skulls of seven men as they crumpled to the ground. Fitzalan spun and pointed his gun at the sniper, who had run down. He took out some handcuffs and locked them at his cuffs. The man groaned.

"Gumball, are you okay? Oh my god... what you did was so brave!" said Penny. "What was that all about?"

"I can't tell you now, Pen," replied Gumball. "Please don't tell anyone about this."

"Of course not Gummy!" she said and kissed him before running to get the medical kit.

Meanwhile,

"God Damnit! He wasn't killed!"

"It looks like it's time this FBI team see the power of the Crimson Eagle. Let's get started."


A cliffhanger to end it off. Now the real mission starts. ~bs