Anais stepped through the front door precisely at 7:45 AM, her small frame radiating an aura of weary preparedness. Her pink backpack, usually a model of organization, now bore a fresh, glistening meatball splat courtesy of Gumball's "scientific study." She sighed, a sound like a deflating, very disappointed balloon, her tiny paw snapping open her meticulously packed Emergency Stain Removal & Sanity Kit.
"Tuesday contamination level: 87%. Probability of on-time bus arrival: dwindling," she muttered, already selecting enzyme spray and a microfiber cloth with clinical precision.
Ignoring the fizz of electrical sparks from the kitchen and Darwin's distant.
"Estimating time to stain neutralization hmmm….two point five minutes. Estimated time until further family-induced disaster, imminent." She placed her calculus flashcards neatly on the hallway table, ready for bus-stop review.
Suddenly, her paw slipped. Not on sauce, but on a stray, neon-orange Cheez Whammy Gumball had scattered moments before. Her perfectly balanced posture wobbled, then collapsed. She landed squarely in the middle of the crunchy obstacle course, enzyme spray flying from her paw to splat uselessly against the wall. Her flashcards fluttered down around her like mathematical confetti.
