Flippin' Flapjacks

                                    

                                          

Gumball groaned as he heard the annoying ringtone coming from his phone. It repeated 3 times already, but he didn't want to extend any other parts of his limbs to turn it off.
                          
"Aren't you going to shut that thing?" Phoe mumbled covering his ears with a pillow. 
                          
Gumball turned placing his hand over the table searching for his phone. "Where is it?"
                          
Phoe helped look for it, as he caught it under a book. "Damn it, Peebs." He groaned. 
                          
"Sorry, Phoe." He said before slowly drifting back to sleep.
                          
When they were half asleep, they both heard a shocking knock sound. Gumball jolted up from the surprise.
                          
"Peebs, stop your alarm from disturbing us." Phoe ranted.
                          
Gumball yawned, " it wasn't my alar-" He was disturbed with another knocking sound.
                          
"For the love of shit, turn it off!" Phoe yelled sitting up.
                          
Then another knock was heard, it was coming from their main door. 
                          
"C'mon guys, I know you're awake. I can hear both if you." It was Marshall.
                          
Gumball sighed. "I'll go get it." He stood up from his bed and went out the bedroom. "Okay-okay, Coming."
                          
He opened the door seeing Marshall which was surprised to see Gumball still in his bed clothes.
                          
"Woah," His eyes mezmerised at him. "Well someone looks wasted."
                          
Gumball let out a frustrated sigh. "What do you need?"
                          
"Oh, nothing much I just wanted to help you with breakfast. "
                          
"What?" Gumball was surprised than ever.Why would Marshall want to cook with him? Was it because of the flapjacks? He didn't even taste them."Since when did you wanted to cook?"
                          
"Well, yeah.  The thing is I don't know how. " he scratched his nape. "I was wondering if you could teach me with a few simple ones." He slightly blushed apparently because how embarrassing it must be not to know how to cook.
                          
"Okay?" Gumball felt the doubt but teaching someone a few tips of cooking didn't have anything wrong with it. "I bet there's some thing important why you came up with this."
                          
"Well actually yes. Today's LSP'S birthday, and I know how much he likes your Flapjacks and I was going to ask you if you could help me." Marshall explained. 
                          
Gumball grinned. "Ahw, that's sweet. "
                          
Marshall tried to hide the pink shade bridging over his nose. "N-no, I'm just being nice."
                          
"Tsk tsk, you remind me of someone I know." He narrowed his eyes remembering what Phoe did the other day for breakfast. "Fine, c'mon in." He opened the door as Marshall entered.
                          
Marshall followed Gumball as he walked inside their room. "So when are we gonna start?" he asked. 
                          
"Don't wake Phoe up." Gumball pointed at Phoe who was still sound asleep under the covers. "He's like the devil, every morning."
                          
"Roger that sir!" Marshall stood up straight and saluted for a playful act as he chuckled afterwards. 
                          
Gumball chuckled, as he opened his closet getting his new clothes. He then slowly looke back at Marshall as he closed his closet. 
                          
"What are you still doing here?" He asked.
                          
"What do you mean?" Marshall tilted his head a little as he shrugged.
                          
"Go out," he pushed him out of the door. "I'm gonna change."
                          
"Whaaat?" Marshall lowered his voice in a mocker-ish tone. "Gum-butt you woos!"