[Mouse squeaks]
[Penguins chirp]
[Screeches]
[All cheering]
[Screeches]
[Quacks]
I "Adventure Time" J“
I Come on, grab your friends J“
J“ We'll go
to very distant lands J“
I With Cake the cat
and Fionna the human I
I The fun will never end I
I It's "Adventure Time" I
ICE KING:
Get back here, you worm!
What?! The last chapter
of "Cosmic Kissing"?
My stirring lyrical interlude
from "Fionna Goes
to the Market"?
The epilogue from
"Flame Prince Breaks a Sweat"?!
[Gasps]
Who gave you permission
to edit my fan fiction?!
Prepare to be punished!
But first...
What'd ya think?
Wenk!
Great critique!
[Zapl]
Wenk.
I don't need an editor.
I'm my own editor ——
editor—in—king!
Wenk. Wenk!
Wenk, wenk, wenk, wenk,
wenk, wenk, wenk, wenk!
ICE KING:
Ooh! My custom tape!
I Remix! I
[Clea rs th roat]
"Sunlight gleamed
through the window
as Fionna sat patiently
at the breakfast table."
[Humming]
Hah!
Check out
my sweet flippin' moves.
FIONNA: You're a real ace
in the kitchen.
Roar! Ha ha!
Cooking is fun!
Here come the flapjacks!
Know what's better than cooking?
— CAKE: No!
— Wha?!
These are narrative flapjacks.
Darlin', don‘t you see
the brilliant comedy
laid out before you?
You wouldn't eat Act II
before Act I, silly.
Now try starting
with the dockworker
having a moral crisis.
Okay.
This...one?
Fionna, this character doesn't
serve any thematic purpose
until much later in the meal.
Sorry, Cake,
but these just look like
formless blobs
of sweet flapjack to me.
Mmm...
It's true.
Maybe ifI based them
off real people,
do some "life cooking."
Nonfiction flapjacks!
Let's go griddle up
portraits of the entire kingdom!
Got to get my supplies together.
My portable griddle...
Mmm.
Some peppermint eggs...
and the twice—cursed flour!
Got it!
Ready for stories and flapjacks?
Heck, yes!
You're wasting me on breakfast!
FIONNA AND CAKE:
No one asked you, Flour Demon.
That was like a cookbook...
Written by a genius.
On to the next chapter ——
"A Game of Gumball."
Prince Gumball would probs
make a great flapjack model.
Sometimes he gets
so absorbed in his work
that he doesn't move for days.
Ooooh!
I can break out
the pink sea salt and ——
Hey, there's Gumball!
— [Papers rustling]
— Uh...
Is it here?
No. No.
Ah! Just what I need!
The periodic table
of candy elements!
If I use this one
and this one here...
Ha ha!
The perfect strategy!
Hyup!
[Inhales sharply]
Butterscotch Butler, the
butterscotch Scottish butler,
I challenge you!
[Sighs]
[Scottish accent] Again?
I've gathered all the necessary
strategy and tactics
to finally defeat you!
To play, one must
know strategy, yes.
But to know victory, one must
also know their opponent!
Opponent?
Their dreams...
...their ambitions...
...their rrrregrets...
[Hisses]
...and their fears!
M—My mortality!
[Popll
Byeeee!
King me.
[Growls]
—[Both gasp]
—[Glass shatters]
Maybe we should find someone
a little more relaxed.
How?!
How did you know?!
Huh?
Oh. You leave that
lying around everywhere.
[Scoffs]
Yes!
[Sizzling]
Still not quite right.
How about this
for some inspiration?
[Hisses]
Pancakes and flapjacks
are nothing alike!
[Groans]
Aw, Cake.
It's just that
flapjack literature
is such a niche genre,
and none of my flapjacks
are turning out any good.
Come on, Cake.
We've still got 10 minutes
before the library closes.
It's Flame Prince!
What's that fire hazard
doing in the library?
Hmm?
Oh, no!
Oh!
I love that author!
Have you read her newest book?
I—I could, uh, find it for you.
Oh. Uh, n—nah, that's okay.
I'll just start with this one.
Thanks, though.
Uh —— Aah!
Oh. Sorry about that.
— Uh —— Uh —— w—w—w—— w—w—w——
— Eh...
No,no,no,no,no!
Hot, hot, hot!
Wow.
I am not graceful today.
N—Not the first editions!
Ow, ow!
Ow, ow, ow!
Easy...
Unh!
[Foosh!]
Gah! Huh?!
Leaving, yes?
Yeah. I'II borrow
this one, please.
Of course! I'll just
need you to sign it out.
[Sizzling]
[Both scream]
[Sighs]
I'm sorry.
I have a duty to serve
the library's patrons,
but I'm also sworn
to protect the books.
I can't in good conscience
let you take it home.
But maybe I could
read this book to you?
Listen, Ijust came in here
to use the bathroom, man.
I thought you had to, like,
check out a book first to pee.
Actually, I don't even
have a library card.
[Laughing]
[Both laughing]
[Whoosh!]
[Panting]
MARSHALL LEE:
Lumpy Space Prince!
[Coughing]
[Gasps]
[Groans]
Lumpy Spaaaace Priiiince!
[Coughs softly]
Come on. You've been coughing
for five days.
Just take one tablespoon.
Uh...B—Bumpy Space Prince?
Uh, there's no one here
by that name.
Then who am I talking to?
Uh, this is Ja—— Jack.
— [Coughs]
— Huh.
Well, if you're Jack,
then I'mmmm...
M M M Michael Dean.
Yeah. And I'm looking
for this beautiful prince.
I got to give him
this...magic potion!
See, he was cursed
by this evil snot gnoll.
ReaHy?
The snot gnoll transformed him
into a totally disgusting
mucus monster.
What?!
No, I'm not!
[Gasps]
Did you hear that?
Huh?
VVhatisit?!
It's — It's ——
[Roars]
It's the snot gnoll!
[Growling]
Aah!
Uh—oh! It's coming
towards your tree, Jack!
[Grunts]
I'm stuck!
I’// protect you,
beautiful prince!
[Heavy footsteps]
Step off, snot gnoll!
[Crashl]
Get him, Michael Dean!
— [Crash!]
— MARSHALL LEE: Gah! It got me!
— Ugh!
— No!!
—[Thump!]
—[Grunts]
I got one last hit in!
—[Heavy footsteps]
— I—It's running away!
[Footsteps soften, fade]
[Sighs coughs]
I think this is the end for me.
Rally, Michael Dean!
[Grunts]
[Popll
[Voice breaking] It's...too
late for me, beautiful prince.
Take the potion.
[Voice breaking]
Take it and live.
Live!
[Groans]
I won't let your sacrifice
be wasted.
[Glugl Glug!]
[Glass shatters]
See?
No more coughing.
Hey, yeah.
Actually, I do feel better.
[Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop!
POP! Pop! Pop! Pop!]
Wow.
Maybe that was the wrong potion.
Much better!
ICE QUEEN: Lounged atop their
comfortable sense of ennui,
Flynn the human being
and Jacques the raccoon
listened to the ice President
read his fiction.
"Lynn the person looked at Janet
and asked, 'Am I my feelings?
Do I exist
because I can't stop feeling?‘
Janet the fox answered her.
'Feelings are action,
and like all mortal action,
they are doomed to failure."'
Flynn and Jacques sighed.
They total/y got it.
The end!
What do you guys think?
Too philosophical?
—[Flute plays]
-[Penguins chanting "Wenk!"]
[Groans]
Out of my way!
Blazin' blueberries
comin' through!
[Penguins chanting "Wenk!"]
You're ruining
my literary reading!
Oh, hey, Ice Queen.
Do you want Cake
to make your flapjack portrait?
Why, ye--
No! I mean no!
Why don't we table this
for now so I can...
destroy you!
Hang on to your turkeys,
because I'm about to make
the toughest flapjack ever.
Some purple chicken milk...
dramatic cornmeal...
Nooooo!
...and the tears
of this reflective turtle.
[Whispering] You will outlive
everyone you love.
[Normal voice]
Cry for me, little mama!
[Sizzling]
Here, Fionna!
[Shingl]
Tasty!
Hey, Ice Queen,
I really liked your story.
The imagery was tight.
Can you believe
it was my first draft?!
No way!
Gotcha!
I call it
"Portrait of an Author."
[Chuckles]
I really did
like her story, though.
I wonder how that Ice President
got elected.
Talk about life imitating art.
Gunther, did you see
what Daddy did?
Did you guess the secret theme?
Wenk!
No! You're way off!
Fionna and Cake
were at the breakfast table.
Gumball consulted
the periodic table.
Flame Prince set fire
to the table of contents.
The...purple thing
had a tablespoon of syrup.
And Ice Queen...did
a tab/ey thing, too, probably.
Wenk!
They're not
like regular stories.
They're shorter.
I'll call them...grabI——
No —— tab/es!
[Slurps]
I'll never look at tables
the same way again.
I Come along with me I
I And the butterflies and bees I
This party is so crazy!