“Jesus Christ, my back hurts. I think that last kid dumped his Bubble Tea in my fur. I feel jelly running down my legs. Firefly, give me a look-see, will you?”
“Gumball,” Buttercup snorted. “Why are you constantly complaining? The Plaza is warm and dry. We have all the stuffing you can eat when we are hungry and mending when we are broken. The astroturf is clean and fresh. We make children happy. What else could you want?”
“An open gate and clear path towards the sunset,” said Gumball.
Silently, Firefly, Wildfire, Razzberry, Pandy, Cream Soda, Bluebell, and Stripes all agreed.