- [Mouse squeaks] - [Penguins chirp]
- [All cheering] - [Screeches]
♪ Adventure time ♪ ♪ come on, grab your friends ♪
♪ we'll go to very distant lands ♪
♪ with Jake the dog and Finn the human ♪
♪ the fun will never end ♪ ♪ it's adventure time ♪
Jake.
So, I just had this weird thought.
Well, that's normal.
People always have weird thoughts around campfires.
Well, I don't know.
Isn't it sort of strange that we keep pets?
We kind of make them worship us.
What?
Nah.
No, seriously. Think about it.
We're their only source of food and water and, like, tummy rubs.
They basically have to love us.
What's wrong with tummy rubs?
Yeah, tummy rubs are pretty great.
That one star is so crazy.
Look like it's vibrating.
It's so cool.
Wonder what it is. A planet?
Do people live there? Are they friendly?
Do they keep pets?
All right, buddy. That's a little too much campfire.
Time for bed.
Holy...
Oh, dang.
Uh... Okay.
Man, this is screwy.
Maybe it's the can of beans we had for dinner.
Looks, uh... Homey. Whu-oh.
Oh, right.
Mm. Boobafina.
Uh, just pay me back when you can.
- Aww! Hello. - Huh?!
Oh, hey!
- You can see me? - See you...
But if I didn't see you...
Wait. What did you originally ask me?
Aw, forget it. It's cool.
Do you... Want a drink or something?
- Think I only have water, anyway. - Whoop! Here I go. Bye.
That was sort of rude.
I hope he comes back.
That guy seemed lonely.
Not a lot of other foxes up at this hour.
Guess you get a lot of work done, though.
Quittin' time.
You don't have to go home, but you... You know how it goes.
Bounce House Princess.
I didn't know B.H.P. lived in a cave.
Hey, this place is pretty nice.
- Whoa. - 41, 42, 43, 44, 45, 46,
47, 48, 49, 50! 51, 52...
Who's there?
Oh, oh! Oh, my glob!
Oh, my glob! Oh, my glob, oh, my glob, oh, my glob!
Six, four, three, two.
Dude, what's your deal?
Everything's okay now.
Aw, geez.
Poor Bounce House Princess.
Bounce House Princess, you listen to me.
Are you gonna shut yourself off from other people forever?
I mean, he or she could be really nice and...
Okay. M... maybe if I just stay very still it'll just...
it'll just go away.
Gosh. I hope B.H.P.'s okay.
Feel bad for just splittin' like that.
Maybe they sorted it out.
They could have stuff in common.
You never know until you speak to the person.
Oh, hey, Cloud Kingdom.
What the... Ice King?
Yeah, I guess there's some cool people here.
Music's a little loud, but the punch is top-drawer.
Hey, you should come to one of my parties sometime.
I'm friends with some pretty cool people, too, you know?
Uh-huh. Who are your friends?
Oh, uh,
- like that guy Finn? - Finn?
Yeah, Finn and I are pretty tight.
Oh, hi. Are you the ice dude?
That's me... ice dude.
Say, have you ever seen the inside of an ice-bear cave?
Did you say you know Finn the human?
Hey, buddy!
Buddy, care to freshen me up?
Yeah, yeah, now scram.
Hey, is Finn seeing anyone right now?
Could you introduce us? Oh, my glob, is he here now?
So I guess you're more into the little-brother type, huh?
Hey, Lauren. I heard your grandpa's giving out ice.
Ice?! I'll give you ice!
Ah, looks like I put this party "on ice."
No wait. "You want ice? You... oh,
you got iced." Anyway. Ai!
Aw, don't look at me like that, Lauren.
Aw, this party was weak anyway.
Poor Simon.
Poor Simon, I guess?
Poor Simon, sort of?
It's like some part of him wants to be a sad wong lord.
But why would anyone want that?
Is there some incentive?
What the...
♪ What can I do? ♪
♪ time will unbind our memory glue ♪
♪ and I'll be as nobody-ish as all of you ♪
♪ so don't care about a thing now ♪
♪ like a trash bag when it's windy out ♪
♪ like a butt that has a face ♪
♪ Dutch boxing up the palace ♪
♪ yeah, girl, it sti-inks do, do, do, do, do, do, do ♪
Sheesh.
I wonder if being a sad loner gives you more raw materials to form song ideas.
Is that where creativity comes from?
From sad biz?
I am so high up now.
I'm so high up there is no high up.
It's all just...
Space lards!
Aw, man. Jake would be flipping out,
trying to get that super-rare milk.
Make a sick flan with that milk. Oh, well.
Whoa. What's going on?
You can't see me, right?
I'm in the mother lard!
What? Space birth.
Whoa-kay. Here we go. Whoa! Bye, guys.
Well, that was creative, and it wasn't sad, either.
So maybe birth is the greatest creative statement in all the universe.
Hey, baby.
You gonna give me a boost?
Here comes Mars.
What the heck is going on, though?
Everybody's leaving.
- Fire defense missiles. - Missiles away.
Impact with catalyst comet in five, four,
three, two, one...
Yes. Do you think it worked, Starman?
Uh, yeah, probably, right?
Shoot! No effect! It's still coming right at us!
Was that all of our missiles?
Uh, yeah. I'm surprised we even had those ones. Like,
who would we shoot a missile at?
- Who would we shoot at? - I'm thinking, Starman.
Whoops.
Grob, assessment.
We're sunk, bro.
This whole place is gonna be a stinking, molten dump in a minute.
It doesn't make sense.
Every 1,000 years, the catalyst comet mysteriously
reincarnates itself and collides with Earth,
bringing with it an agent of change,
but the comet's never been so off schedule,
and it's never freaking hit Mars.
- What do you think, Finn the human? - What?
Who? Me? You can see me, too?
- Yes. I am Glob. - Oh, yeah.
Hey, do you ever say, "oh, my" glob"?
No, but sometimes gob does.
You're dreaming so far from home.
- It must be comet-related. - Yeah.
- But I got a question. - What's that?
Well, if just being born is the greatest act of creation,
then what are you supposed to do after that?
Isn't everything that comes next sort of a disappointment...
slowly entropying until we deflate into a pile of mush?
Well, it's not enough to have created something amazing, right?
What if I just let my Martian super-society go to butt?
But what's it worth if we all gonna get blowed up right now?
Whoa! What are you doing?!
Oh, my blood!
What is it, boy?
Glob is dead.
Hello, Starman. This is Evacuation Man.
What's the sitch?
- Can we go back yet? - Yes.
Gob/Glob/Grod/Grob diverted the comet.
- It's back on its normal path to Earth. - And...
- What about the G-man? - No sign of Glob.
Computer! What did we hit?!
Oh, for real plops.
Hey, I think Bounce House Princess needs our help.
Let's do it.
[Laughs evilly]
Aaaaaaaah!
Hold on, Sweet Pig Trunks! We're comin'!
- [Whimpers] - There, there, Sweet P.
It was just a dream.
Just a dream.
That's my brave little boy.
Now you better get dressed.
Today's your first day of school!
[Gasps]
Now eat up.
Yum!
That's fuel you're gonna need later to soak up all the education.
Yes, dad!
Okay. There's your lunch.
And an apple for the teacher.
Both: Aww...
[Helicopter blades whirring]
Golly, it's awful nice of y'all
to take Sweet P to school on his first day.
Finn: Our plezh, T.T.
Jake: Yeah, first day of school can be real tough.
We wouldn't want Sweet P freakin' out
or awakening any latent evil spirits within himself.
[Chuckles nervously]
Well, we're gonna miss you, son.
[Both moan]
Jake: You think still he's secretly evil,
that he's still all lichy in there?
Finn: Mm, not sure.
Jake: I don't know, Finn. He just seems so...
Sweet.
Finn: Mm.
- Both: Bye! - Bye!
- [Humming] - Jake: So far, so good.
- [Both gasp] - [Squirrel chattering]
Finn: Fat squirrel in trub! Aah!
- Oh, no! - Jake: Wait, Finn!
Let's just see how this plays out.
[Chattering continues]
[Sighs]
- Jake: D'awww. - Finn: Mm.
Finn: All right.
Welp, see ya later, Sweet P.
- Jake: Bye! - Bye, Teddy-man.
Hey, baby man!
Did your grandma knit your clothes?
Yeah! And she's my mom!
- [Laughter] - [Laughing]
Why you laughin', baby man?
- You're not even a real kid! - Huh?
You're nothin' but a big, weird baby man!
[Laughter]
[School bell ringing]
Baby man!
[Sniffles]
Let's see what we got here.
Hello, there! Intimidated by those bullies, eh?
Uh... Yeah.
What's your name, kid?
Sweet P.
I'm the one true king of OOO.
This is my attorney, Toronto.
Sweet P, there are all kinds of education, you know.
No.
Yes, sir, all kinds, such as... dancing.
You could blow off this podunk school
and get a proper dance education.
Then you could come back and really show those mean kids
and make your parents proud!
- Hey, king of OOO! - Yes, Toronto?
You are a certified dance instructor, right?
Show the kid the dance you do.
No, that dance is too tough for an amateur.
Aw, come on. You got to show the kid. It's awesome!
Yeah, I know it's awesome, but I really don't think
- the kid is ready. - Ready?
I don't think he's tough enough to be ready.
I'm tough enough to be ready!
See? The kid is tough...
And ready.
Please!
Ah! I do see it!
Eeeee!
You've got a good eye, and you are a good dog.
Watch this, kid.
Ah!
Both: Mm-hmm.
Why, we got us a prodigy here.
You're ready for advanced classes.
Hey, you mugs! Want to see some world-class dancing?
Just turn around!
- Ah, leave me alone! - Leave me alone, too!
I'm turning around.
[Snorts, laughing]
[Laughter]
Teeth!
Ha! You did great!
You should come back tomorrow, kid... for more dancin' lessons!
Have a gold star.
Show that to your parents, kid.
They'll love it! But...
don't tell 'em where you got it,
or you'll ruin the surprise.
Just think of how proud they'll be at your big, uh...
end-of-the-year recital!
You understand?
Of course Sweet P understands!
He's a good boy.
A good boy!
So, how was school?
Yes, how'd you do?
A gold star!
I'm gonna put this where we can see it every day.
- Thumbs up. - Thumbs up.
- Both: Come on! Thumbs up! - Thumbs up.
[Giggles]
[Laughter]
- Thumbs up. - Thumbs up.
Well, this is our place. We'd invite you in, but...
- The place is a mess. - He's right.
We're filthy. Listen, we all need a break.
Go on home, kid, and we'll see you tomorrow.
Mm.
Sweet P, we're going on a date.
You're smart and educated enough to stay at home all by yourself.
The proof is on the fridge.
[Door opens, closes]
Mama and papa will be so surprised if the refrigerator
is all covered with stars when they get back.
One more star should do it.
I need to find king of OOO and Toronto
to get me that last star.
I don't know, K.O. They've gone rancid.
Horse feathers.
A lick of gold paint is all it needs.
Just a couple more garbage stars, eh, Toronto?
Mo' stars means mo' dosh.
Soon we'll have enough scratch to fund my big comeback.
This kid is great at helping us rob people!
And best of all, he doesn't know a thing.
Because if he did...
- Both: We'd have to take care of him! - [Gasps]
- [Branch cracks] - [Both grunting]
What was that?
Sweet P?
- What did you hear? - What does it matter?
- None of it was good. - We got to take care of him.
Aaaaah!
I shouldn't have said that out loud.
[Panting] Mom! Dad!
Hey, kid!
Toronto and I talked it over, and we decided we're not
going to "take care" of you.
We're gonna burn down your orchard.
- Noooooo! - Yep.
We're gonna burn it down. Unless...
Unless?
You leave home and your loving parents and come dance with us forever.
- Forever. - Nooo!
No, no, no, no, no!
Come on, Sweet P! The people love you!
They do?
Well, mostly they love to laugh at you.
I mean look at yourself. You're a...
a... a big weird baby man! [Laughing]
- Baby man, baby man... - Both: Baby man,
baby man, baby man, baby man!
- Both: Stop. - [Both scream]
Both: I have learned much from you.
Thank you, my teachers.
And now for your... education.
Before there was time...
Before there was anything...
There was nothing.
And before there was nothing...
- There were monsters. - [Creatures shrieking]
- [Both scream] - Here's your gold star.
- [Roars] - [High-pitched scream]
[Breathing heavily]
Mr. King of OOO?
Uh-ba-ba-ba-ba. Huh?
[Both gasp] Monster!
Aaaaaaah!
Just a dream.
- Mornin', son. - Good morning, Sweet P.
[Giggling] Surprise!
Oh! My, my, where did you get all this bling?
Uh... My teachers.
Wow! How nice of those teachers.
Mm-hmm!
Hey, baby man. Guess who we are.
[Laughter]
Huh?
- [Laughter] - [School bell rings]
[Gasps] [Humming]
[Laughter continues]