"I just love how huge the 42nd street sign is here," Space Ghost randomly stated as he was looking at a picture of Times Square while the studio was flooding with molten magma, with him floating in the air, his cape blustering away somehow inside the studio.

"...aren't you a tad bit concerned with all the lava here?" Moltar stated, standing in it due to being immune to magma since he was somehow a man made of lava.

"Not at all... unless you mean those two idiots," Space Ghost grumbled as he pointed at Gumball and Darwin jumping in and out of the lava, screaming and on fire.

"I call dibs on the goldfish," Zorak chuckled as he rubbed his hands together, having several forks and knives ready.

"Ooh, I hope cat goes well with beans!" Brak laughed as he was wearing a white chef's hat, bouncing up and down as he and Zorak were standing on top of one of the turned over instruments submerged in magma.