Gumball, Darwin, and Steven were all soon buckled up into the backseat of their car while Drawer was in the guest seat upfront. But then, they all started to shake as a loud thump, occurring at regular intervals, was causing the entire vehicle to tremble!
“It's taking him forever.” Gumball sighed.
Straining himself, Richard, looking a LOT fatter and a bit weaker than before again, soon made it around the hood and squeezed his way into the driver's seat. When he reached for the seatbelt, the car tipped onto its side, setting off ALL the alarms!
“Uhh… Dad?” Gumball asked. “I don't think this diet's working.”
“Neither do I.” Drawer added while getting a little bit annoyed.
Back inside the house, while Greg was working on fixing up the damaged car, Richard collapsed himself on the living room couch, with Drawer, Steven, Gumball, and Darwin all standing nearby.
“Okay. Steven, Gumball, Darwin and I are going to help you diet PROPERLY.” Drawer explained to him. “Since the way you're doing it is just making you look like Fat Albert's cousin.”
“What do you know about dieting?” Richard asked them.
Drawer just scoffed. “The Internet exists, my dear middle-aged pink man-bunny. We don't need to know anything if we just do a LITTLE research.”
“We will be your thin-spiration!” Darwin added.
“Your slim-presarios!” Gumball added.
“Your…” Darwin added again.
“I... think he gets it.” Drawer interrupted nervously as Darwin now felt dejected.
“Now, if you want to take this seriously, you need to be open and honest about what you eat.” Gumball explained.
“Do you have any food in the house we don't know about?” Steven asked.
“Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…” Richard whimpered nervously for a few seconds
“DAD!” Gumball exclaimed.
“I thought that would throw you guys off!” Richard added.
But soon, they all began their investigation. Gumball picked up the TV remote and discovered two sausages in the battery slot. Drawer and Steven then proceeded to search around the rest of the house, finding swiss cheese in the bathroom in place of toilet paper, a sub sandwich disguised as the cellphone, sliced meat in Gumball's photo album, replacing all of his baby pictures, some pepperoni pizza in a record album sleeve, a chocolate chip cookie in a computer disc tray, and a bucket of fried chicken under a lampshade. Gumball and Darwin confronted their father in the kitchen, where Darwin instantly grabbed the banana he was using for a necktie.
“That's not so bad!” Darwin said with a smile.
“Wait a minute.” Gumball added.
He then peeled the banana to reveal a corn cob, which Drawer soon peeled to uncover a corn dog. Darwin just held it up to Richard, accusingly, as he felt defeated.
“That's it! We're putting you in lockdown!” Gumball exclaimed. “Somewhere where there's no food!”
“And when we say no food…” Drawer added as he pointed his squishy chubby belly. “Boy, you'll be WISHING you weren't as chubby as a pig!”
And so, they all began their plan to put Richard in a place for him to stop his over-eating habits before his health rates go down and down and to regain his normal weight. That night, Drawer was in his bedroom back at The TOON House, monitoring security footage on the computer screen. He was communicating with Steven, who was in the backyard, via walkie-talkie.
“Gemstone, do you copy?” Drawer said. “I repeat, Gemstone, do you copy?”
“All quiet here.” Steven replied. “I repeat, all quiet here, Night Towel.”
“It's Night OWL, Steven.” Drawer chuckled. “Wait, I'm picking up some interference here.”
The video feed soon showed Richard in the supply shed in the backyard with his back to the camera.
“Sounds like... chewing.” Drawer said sternly. “What's he doing in there? I can't make it out. Do you see anything?”
Steven just climbed up on the side of the shed and looked in the window. He then squinted his eyes in order to figure out what Richard was holding.
Steven gasped in horror. “He has a burger! Repeat, HE HAS A BURGER!!!”
“You're gonna have to go in!” Drawer exclaimed. “Be careful, Gemstone.”
That’s what he did. Steven opened the door to a seemingly vacant shed. Near the back, there is a lone stool with the burger sitting on it.
“Mr. Watterson?” Steven asked while looking before he gasped. “He's gone!”
“That's impossible!” Drawer gasped. “What can you see?!”
Steven just approaches the stand and picks up a bundle of clothes. “Oh, my gosh! The hamburger's fake! It's made out of his clothes!”
“Gemstone! It must be a trap!” Drawer exclaimed. “Get out of there! Abort now! ABORT NOW!”
From above, a viscous liquid drips onto Steven’s head. He looked up at Richard, who was clinging to the ceiling. As Richard hissed like a viscous predator, more of the liquid fell from his mouth and onto Steven's face. He just screamed and frantically tried to wipe it off.
“Oh. It's just saliva.” Steven sighed before he panicked again. “AWW, GROSS!!! He's escaped! HE’S ESCAPED!”
Drawer just knew that this was terrible news! “FRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIDGE!!!!!!!”