Hmm? Oh, hello there.
Bayble Navel, it's great to see you!
Here for more Graybles, I reckon.
Well, all right.
Just like last time, we'll watch five separate stories,
each relating to one special theme.
Guess the theme by the end of the episode,
and you'll be the freshest mint-whistle.
Now, look to my visualizer screen
and let this exciting Grayble dribble all over your mind-label.
OK, so— Scooch.
OK, so I'm still pretty sure
this old book's some warlock's spell book or something.
Messed!
Warlocks, dude.
You ready for some ancient feel-good spell craft?
Yeah, I'll try it. Could always stand to feel better.
Let's see...
- You got your bibby? - Check it.
Yep.
"Little Jack Horner sat in a corner, eating a Christmas pie.
He put in his thumb and pulled out a plum and said,
'What a good boy am I.'"
I don't feel like a good boy.
You sure you read the spell right?
Mm. Yeah.
Still, though... pretty sweet.
Want to keep sticking our thumbs in stuff until it works?
Yeah!
Oh! What a good boy am I!
Oh, what a good boy am I!
What a good boy am...
Do you feel like a good boy?
No, I don't.
Hey, check out that gross toad!
Oh, what a good boy am I!
Gross. Cut it out. Quit sticking your thumbs in my back.
Good boy.
Yeah, I don't know.
Geez, I'm never going to find this place!
Hmm...
Hey!
- Hey! Hey, Rock Giant.
You seem cool!
Do you know where Wizard Bill's music shop is?
I can't find it anywhere.
He's got a guitar that plays the most savory licks in Ooo.
Huh!
I've got an idea.
OK, point now!
Yeah!
Whoo-Hoo-Hoo!
Thanks, man!
Hey, let's find some more holes.
Oh, what a good boy am I!
Boys, your manners.
Oh! Oops!
Hey, Tree Trunks.
Excuse me, sir, I wasn't looking where I was—
Tree Trunks, up here! - Oh, no!
Heavens, no!
I'm glad you brought this matter to the authorities, ma'am.
Now what exactly happened?
Yes, thank you.
I heard a man calling out to me, "Oh, Tree Trunks."
So I said, "Who's calling? I don't know."
So I looked and he was making a rude gesture.
It left a sour taste in my mouth!
All right, ma'am. Let's see. How do you spell your name?
- T... - OK.
- R... - OK.
- E... - OK.
- E... - One sec.
- E. - Hold on one second.
Ugh, I'm sorry, but the wheels of justice spin too slowly.
I'm going to have to take the law into my own hands.
Thank you all for coming.
The police have failed me in my time of need,
so I have brought you here together.
A posse.
I made you all blackjacks
in case things get ugly.
I stuffed some of my stockings with balled-up newspapers.
I made a big one for you because you're so strong.
All right, then.
Let's clean up these streets!
Oh!
There he is! Goodness!
Eeeee!
Oh! Why— It's just a statue.
I-I-I don't understand.
I-It was so rude before.
Hey, Tree Trunks! - Oh!
Hey, Tree Trunks, how are you?
Shelby, have you been up there all day?
Yeeeeesss. Just readin' this book.
Uh, well can ya read somewhere else?
Ya kinda offended Tree Trunks here.
What? Uh, uh. Oh.
Oh! I get it.
Wonderful!
Family meeting! Family meeting, gather 'round.
Things are gonna change around here very soon.
You're gonna have a new mommy to help boss you around.
I mean, well, I haven't exactly asked her yet.
Well, no time like the present.
Sweetie, are you awake?
Great, 'cause I've got a query I've been meaning to inquire of you.
Well...
Well... when two people— Will...
Will you marry me?
Oh, yay!
Yes, yes, drink up the tears.
Drink up those good luck tears.
No, not you, Gunter. You're on a low salt diet.
Huh? What's that, dear?
Oh! I almost forgot.
Doo, doo-doo, doo-doo!
It's a wife ring.
This one's for me. I'm the husband.
That means I get the remote control three days a week,
and you get it four.
Ahh, sweetie, this is bliss.
Feels so math to finally be normal,
not like those two freaks.
What are they doing over there?
Anyway, I—
Oh, who's that?
Oh. Oh, my.
Poor Football,
you've come so far but still have so much to learn.
But I don't understand, BMO. I'm a real baby girl now.
I can smell reddest lilacs.
I'm can hear the screaming squirrels, screaming for nuts.
Oh, my gosh. I can't believe it's true.
No, Football. That's not enough.
You have to learn manners, too.
Otherwise, you'll be all alone.
"Alone?" But... but what about you, BMO?
I will not always be here to protect you, Football.
No, you must learn. Here, look.
This is a grapefruit spoon.
It's only for eating... grapefruits.
This is a salt shaker.
Here, you try.
Now, this a turnip grincher...
For grinching.
And this is how you drink tea.
Ahh! Like this?
Yuck. It's bitter.
No, no. Football, like this.
Like this?
No, like this.
Like this?
Like this!
Like this, right?
No, Football. Do it like— Huh?
Sorry, Football. Lesson's over for tonight.
Why so glum, fellas?
We stuck our thumbs in almost every hole today.
But we never felt like good boys.
I know a thing or two about good boys.
Why don't you try sticking your thumbs in these holes?
Controllers?
- Yeah! - Yeah! "Super Good Boys!"
Bop.
So, did you guess the theme?
Go ahead and pause your viewer now if you need a few more glaybles
to think about it a little.
Oh, oh.
Now you've got it. I can tell. That's right.
The theme is "The Five Tastes."
You see, Jake ate a sweet plum.
Marceline played some savory licks.
Tree Trunks had a sour taste inside her mouth. Oh, my.
Gunter wanted to drink the salty tears.
And Football's tea was bitter.
Huh? What? What's that you say?
You thought the theme was the "five fingers"?
Don't be silly.
Nobody's had five fingers for 20 blabillion glaybles.
Five telepathy glands, maybe.
Slimmin'.
Well, anyway...
looks like it's that time again.
I'll see you crimpy glimmers on the triode flimpin' the diode.
Oh, what a nice cool breeze! I love it.
Ooh. Ahh.
Oh, oh, man! My throwing-and-catching disc.
Jake, want to play throw-and-catch the throwing-and-catching disc?
Yeah, man.
Throw and catch! Throw and catch!
- I call dog, and you be human. Yeah. - All right. Yeah.
- It's gonna be good. - Whoo! It's gonna be awesome!
Dog! Dog! Dog! Dog! Dog!
You mean "bark".
What? Oh, yeah.
Bark! Bark! Bark! Bark!
Hello, I'm a human. Hello, I'm a human.
- Ready, bark! - Back up a little.
And now for the perfect throw.
Ah! Oh! Hammies.
Perfect throw!
More like the perfect "blow." That blew.
Oh, come on! That was the wind. The wind blows.
Hey, you want me to grab it?
No, I'll get it.
OK, but it's right here.
Sometimes a man just has to retrieve his own disc.
- Good luck, buddy. - Thanks.
Oh, well, hello there, my friend.
What are you doing?
I'm trying to get to the top of this tree to get my disc.
Oh, well, maybe I can help.
Sit on me.
Uh... What?
Well, sit on my needles.
The shock will boost you high up into the air.
Sit on me. It's OK— It's fine. Go ahead.
I don't think that kind of thing really works, actually.
You can do it if you believe in yourself.
Sit on me.
- No. - Oh, all right.
I'll show you.
- Ouch! - Sorry. I thought that would work.
I'm just no help at all.
Ooch.
Hmm.
See, you did help.
Pooped.
- Oh, I apologize for staring... - Hmm?
but I've never seen a chipmunk as big as you.
I'm not a chipmunk. I'm a human boy.
I'm trying to climb the tree.
I'm trying to get my disc back,
but for now, I'm taking a break,
'cause I am pooped.
You should eat an apple to re-invigorate your climbing ability.
No, thanks. I'm good. Just gonna rest my meathooks.
Huh? Huh?
Oh, that apple was cursed or something.
I'm sorry. I didn't know.
Oh, dear. I ruined your day,
and now you'll never get your disc.
No, it's OK. I've been in worse situations.
And even though I'm tiny, I do feel invigorated.
Oh, good. What a relief.
- Best of luck to you. - Bye-bye.
Choo-choo!
You can't stop this train, tree.
Hyah!
Whoa! You're tiny!
I ate a magic apple by mistake.
Oh, no wonder it's been taking so long.
- You need any help? - Nah, I got it.
OK, well, I'm gonna walk Lady home.
I'll be back later.
Don't eat any more magic apples, silly.
Yeah. No, I won't.
I don't plan to.
Thank you for packing.
- Sure. - You should take it easy.
- I'm OK. - No, no, let's get you back.
Blah.
Disc!
Whoo!
Where's my dingus?
Hey! Hey, buddy! Hey, have you seen my disc?
[sing-song voice] Wrap it up good so I don't trip and fall on my face
like the last time.
Hey!
Must have could not heard me.
Doink. Doink. Doink.
Hey, squirrel!
I think we all agree the human must be stopped.
Whoa.
Squirrel, what happened with the apple?
Well, I made sure he ate that apple like you guys told me to do,
but get this, it made him smaller.
I think it might have been cursed, you guys.
Well, of course, it was cursed.
We're trying to stop the human.
Look, just do me a kindness and go get me some more nutmilk.
Come on, fellas. I feel like I'm the only one coming up with ideas here.
Lenny, how do you think we should stop the human?
Um... Maybe a trap door?
Something like that? With gravity?
Hey, yeah. We could put, like, a rug over it.
My disc!
Um... It's OK. I'm a chipmunk.
In the tree, part of the tree.
- In the tree, part of the tree. - Sorry.
- In the tree, part of the tree.
In the tree, part of the tree.
Huh?
What?
Uh, I didn't say anything.
- What are they gonna do to me? - What?
- What are they gonna do— - I'm not allowed to talk to you.
Anyone or anything that winds up in the tree
becomes part of the tree forever and ever.
In the tree, part of the tree.
So does that mean I'm a prisoner forever?
Well, yes and no.
Are you a prisoner? Yes.
Will you ever be free? No.
In the tree, part of the tree. It's very simple.
Doesn't that mean you can't leave the tree, either?
No, I— Well, yes and no.
Am I allowed to leave the tree? No.
Have I already left the tree?
Am I miles away from the tree right now
flying around like the flying squirrel that I am?
Yes.
In my mind.
Do you like it here?
Yeah... Well, yes and no.
Do I like the nuts and acorns? Yes.
Do I like it when they put me down and say mean things like,
"You're not a flying squirrel. You're just a regular squirrel."
Nyah!
No.
Do I want to fly away from this place now? Yes.
Would I make a break for it if I had a buddy to break out of here with? Yes.
- Hey, buddy? - What?
Let's get out of here.
I got it!
What are you doing, regular, non-flying squirrel?
Put that back!
How dare you!
Well, all right. Everybody, after those...
two!
OK, I'm gonna throw the disc alongside the branch.
- Then we'll jump on it and fly away. - Yeah!
Perfect throw!
So... it's a good thing you're a flying squirrel, huh?
Well, yes and no.
In the tree, part of the tree.
In the tree—
Peace out!
OK, activate your squirrel flaps!
Flaps? No, I just have regular squirrel arms.
Hey, we're flying!
Ohh! Oh, yeah.
- Whoo!
Hey, look! There's Jake. Jake!
Jake!
The perfect throw.
Federator.
This party is so crazy!