Shelby? Shelby, wake up.
Where am I? Tree Trunks, what's going on?
You've been snoozing on my dome.
I just woke up in this room with these fellas.
Nectar, Ice Cream, and one of the lemoncarbs.
Awake!
Avast!
Hold tight your buns, if buns you do hold dear,
for time has come to wake and run
and not give way to fear!
What are those awful words?
I'm reading the wall.
They are wall words.
"Beyond this room are a thousand rooms.
Outside of them, still more."
"Behind each door on every floor, danger! Danger! Evermore."
"Stranger, hark!
The traps galore may kill you whilst you do explore to free yourself."
Huh?
Oh! Now, where were we?
"To free yourself from this tomb and nevermore re-enter,
find the room amidst the rooms that lies exactly center"?
It's a map! - I no longer need this map.
I have infallible recall.
Oh! Th-The room is trying to hug us!
Oh, no!
Oh, dag!
Check out my mods, bro!
Huh?
Enough of this!
Huh? This room doesn't have any doors.
We're... we're trapped!
This is wrong.
The map lied to me!
It doesn't want me to find the exit!
Ice King, how do you taste?
Uh, nice, I guess.
Mild or spicy?
Oh, uh...
Oh! Oh!
- Kind of lonely. - Make yourself into food now!
You're gonna eat me? Oh, yeah, right!
Shlop your mouths up. I have found an oven and baking supplies!
I can make an apple pie for all of us!
Make them fast, servile!
If you want a taste of my juicy apple pie, you better be nice.
You got that?
I am sorry. Make pies, slave.
OK, that's better. Now, let's see about this pie business.
All right, gentlemen, have a look at my luscious, gooey apple pie.
No!
Acceptable.
- Uh, Lemongrab? - What?
Never mind.
Come on, you guys. That mouse showed us the room door.
- Say, you know what's weird? - What, Papi?
Well, isn't it weird how Tree Trunks' ability to make pies is specifically
what helped us escape from that room?
I make pies, too, Papi.
Right, yeah, like, battery pies or something?
No, real pies. Uh, don't you remember?
- I am your s— - Hey, look! Another room!
Good grief, it's humid in here.
That door will lead us closer to the exit!
Hold up! Hold up!
Look!
Can't you fly us across, Papi?
Oh, yeah. I can sure try.
Ah, dang, this heat is negating my powers!
Can't do nothing with this steam comin' off the water!
Glob!
Oh, look at this!
Pbht!
Well, that's it. Show's over!
I'll just die here, and y'all can eat my body if you want to survive.
Oh, golly!
How are we ever going to worm our way out of this fishy situation?
I think I have an idea.
That's a girl, Tree Trunks. You can do it!
This is all gonna work out just fine.
Oh, that's warm on my undercarriage.
- Help me, guys! - Yes, Papi!
Lemongrab, come on!
Bleh! Wow! That was heavy, man!
Aw, yeah! I've been reborn!
Look!
Let's go, then!
Papi, no!
Ouchies!
Look out, Shelby!
My juice! My vital juices!
Mommy!
A hidden door!
My vital essence depleted.
Must... replenish...
Oh, step back, you all.
Ugh.
Ew.
Oh, that will do, slave Trunks.
To the spiraling ledge!
We almost there, Lemongrab?
Yes!
Faster T.T.!
Don't criticize my running, Shelby.
Oh, no.
This door leads to the center exit.
The door is secured with an esoteric encryption system.
Well, that's OK,
'cause you can hack the mainframe or whatever, right, BMO?
I'm not BMO. I'm your son, Neptr.
I... I throw pies.
Oh!
I grabbed the wrong robot! Dirt! Nuts! Face!
What is going on here, Ice King?
Yes. I'm getting a weird feeling in my stomach,
and I think it's 'cause of you, Mr. Wizard.
You better fess up to whatever you're doing.
I got no time for nobody dancin' around
and actin' a fool at my expense.
I'm Tree Trunks, and people know I'm kind and honest.
That's why people like me.
Huh? What was she saying?
So stop sellin' fib bibs, and give it straight.
All right!
I knocked y'all out and brought you here!
I'm sorry, but I had to do it!
Each of you possessed the exact qualities
to pass the various tests of this dungeon.
Tree Trunks, with your baking skills...
- Lemongrab, with your lemony, juicy... - Essence.
Yeah.
Shelby, who should have been the bait for the fish.
Yeah, but no, thanks.
And BMO, who should have been here instead of this weird piece of junk
that I don't remember nothin' about.
Agh! I failed!
Father, look at me!
Are you happy with me now, Papi?
Happy? I...
Yes! Yes!
Oh, my son!
The grand prize of me loins!
Now you see why I needed to bring you here!
Behold The Ancient Sleeping Magi of Life Giving.
What's it do?
Whatever goes in the Magi's flames comes to life!
Anything at all!
Like an ashtray?
Yes! Isn't it amazing?
Uh, you should have told us.
I would have freaking brought something.
Do not be sad, because I brought the ultimate thing...
this!
Your journal?
Except it's not my journal!
It's my Fionna and Cake fan fiction!
All my brilliant fantasies will now be real.
Fionna, Cake, Marshall Lee...
they'll all be living, breathing beings just like me!
You serve no function.
You must be destroyed!
No!
Yes! Yes!
Whoo!
Yeah!
No. No!
Another cruel joke on my life!
- Oh, good. You're awake, you bum! - Write in me!
Look what you did!
Get out of my face!
Yeah, yeah, get lost!
This is the spot?
Right here? What was that?
Come on, Ice Cream. W-We're leaving.
OK.
I'm tellin' you, dude, my pie-dar is goin' nay-nays.
Oh!
- What the... - Write in me!
This is very strange!
T.T., where's the pie at?
Uh, Mr. Lemoncarb ate it.
Bye! Don't follow me!
Hey, Jake, can I hitch a ride back home?
Yeah, but what the heck is going on here?
Ice King was doing some desperate business.
It didn't work out. I think he's pretty bummed out about it.
Don't be sad, Papi.
Your characters can always be real in the garden of your mind.
They can?
Remember when you showed me your imagination zone?
Yes, yes, if I can concentrate...
It worked!
I missed you, Ice King!
Oh, Fionna, can dreams be as real as waking life?
Of course they can!
Dreams are real!
Then, I will wait for you from across the threshold of consciousness!
Our worlds will surely meet, Ice King!
I, too, feel this.
And it feels so strong. It must be true!
And across the gulf...
Who in this world is sadder than the Ice King?
Me, watching this.
- ... and I will hear you. - Yeah, write it down!
What the...
"Mmm, Princess Bubblegum, we are starving. Immediately send us all of your candy.
How dare you. Ours, Lemongrabs."
Bullgunk! I left them a lifetime supply of candy!
Hey, Finn! Hey, Jake! Can you come up here?
- I have a job for you! - OK!
Sorry, C.B., we'll finish this up later.
Hey, Preebs.
Hey, guys. I got a letter from the earls of Lemongrab.
They've gone through all the food that I've sent them.
This case contains precious candy seeds for the Lemongrabs to grow new food.
So, I need you two to deliver these seeds to Lemon Castle.
- For sure. We'll do it. - Good luck, gentlemen!
Bye, girlfriend!
- Hey, Lemongrabs! You home? - Holy!
- Jake. Jake. Jake, Jake, Jake, Jake! - Oh, gross! No!
Kiss it!
Candy! Candy!
Sorry, dudes. We got no food.
No food.
Hey!
Hey! Weirdos!
Get the birthday cake!
Are you Lemon?
Whoa!
What the thing is up with this guy?
Does your head come to a nub?
- What? - You are un-lemon.
Yeah. Cool, man.
- Hey, do you know wh— - I am Lemonjon.
I see you made it past our Lemon...
Mer-ringue-gerie.
Wait. What?
They're quite hungry.
Yeah. What the heck's going on here?
There is no food, only Lemons.
Lemons with bellies empty, but for their lemon lusts.
Whatever, Lemonjon.
We've got to give those dumb butts these seeds.
Where should we go?
My senses tell me that they're in the dungeon.
They've been there for three weeks.
Three weeks, dungeon.
I wonder who put them in there?
I don't know, but we got to bust them out!
Which way to the dungeon, Lemonjon?
- Oh, cool. - Thanks, man!
Yeah, thanks, man!
Hmm.
Yo, Lemonwipes!
Ugh.
Um, maybe we should hold hands... for safety.
Yeah, sure.
So, where do you want to look...
- Finn? - Oh, sorry, dude!
Stay close to me.
Nope!
- I think this is it. - Candy.
All locked up.
There they are! Hey, Lemongrabs, we're here!
We're gonna get you out! Just hold tight!
Go away. No food here.
Maybe the kidnapper's in there, too, coercing them.
Probably the grossest one of all, too,
beet-red skin, barf, poopin' all its junk-sculpture.
Ah, stop, man. You're just makin' it worse.
Let's just get this over with.
Lemongrabs, you are free!
They broke the door!
The door is broken now!
Fix the door!
Fix the door? What? What?
Fix the door? Fix? What?
What's going on here?
"Fix the door"?
Finn, what's going on?
"Fix the door"?
It doesn't matter anymore.
There is no more candy to hoard.
Let them keep what crumbs they find.
For there are no crumbs.
Are you saying you locked yourselves down here with all the food
so you could eat it yourselves?
You know there's guys starvin' up there?
Hmm. No, no. You do not understand.
It is not us for whom they starve,
but them for whom they starve.
Mmm, yes, yes.
For the candy food was not consumed.
No, no. But was given life.
Wha?
You see, Finn...
when Mother-Princess last visited Lemongrab...
When she saw fit to create me, Lemongrab...
She left behind a little something-something...
the secret formula for creating candy life.
She must've meant for us to have it to keep making more family.
Yes, yes, all her fault.
[Lemongrab #1] What? What'd you say?
- [Lemongrab #2] I said all her fault. - [Lemongrab #1] Oh, indeed!
For once we had commenced, how could we desist?
I looked deep in myself and found that I'm a guy
who can't stop making candy life
- from the food he needs. - Me, too.
It just felt so pretty OK inside, greeting each new placid face...
And hearing each new piercing song.
We used the last of the food to make Plop-Top here.
Hmm, I thought we said Dump-Dome.
Who cares anyway? They've brought no food!
We're all going to die!
Look. We brought these seeds.
They're special candy seeds.
You can grow new food now.
Oh, yes.
Hmm. Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm.
- Oh, yes. - Yes, yes. There we go!
Oh!
- We'll call you Seed-Wad. - Ooh.
You really are gonna die.
And all your boys, too.
Our boys?
Come on. We'll take you to see Princess Bubblegum.
She knows more about candy than anyone.
She built a whole kingdom out of candy.
Yes, OK.
For our boys.
But first we will notify the children of our impending departure.
So they won't worry about us while we're away.
OK, yes, the hard times are over.
Mm... Here's the plan.
We will go to the Candy Kingdom and take all their candy from them.
Then we will give that candy precious life and build a candy army
so we may then go forth and pillage candy for all to eat!
Now go, young Lemonjon!
Go! Go!
Go, go, go, go, go, go!
What's going on, Lemongrabs?
It's all your fault!
- All your fault! - We warned you!
We warned you about us!
What the...
Whoa!
Jake, are you all right?
Yeah, but look!
He's heading right for the Candy Kingdom!
And he's too big to duke it out with.
Unless...
Giant poison candy aspirin.
I've got this one, but it might be too small.
No. We'll kick him in his heart till he's history.
Those must've been Lemonjon's guts we saw before.
His heart is his weak spot.
Yeah, but we'll never find it again in time.
Unless that's it, there with the juice comin' out.
Remember all that juice? From before?
Oh, yeah, that's probably it.
Whoa!
Oh, man!
Tastes like vitamins.
Are you sure this is it?
It's not even doing anything.
Just smash it already, grandma.
Right.
Oh, nice one, Jake.
Whoa. Hold the phone.
What is this powerful new juice
coursing fromst my core source?
The juice aches!
Is this the rumored ache of feeling?
The feeling of caring, unknown to Lemons?
New thoughts emerge.
If I act, the Candy people will suffer.
If I don't, the Lemon people will suffer.
The greater good demands but one course only...
that I dissolve the bonds uniting me and become component to all!
Oh, dang.
He turned himself all up into lemon candy.
Man, that Lemonjon's all right.
And... there we go.
All done. The last trace of the candy-life formula is out of their heads.
And I snatched this out of the Lemon Castle, "boyee!"
Now we all just have to keep a closer eye on these two
so they don't get into any more trouble.
But how come we don't just fix their hearts
like we did with Lemonjon so they're more selfless and less selfish?
Oh, no, no. Their hearts are fine.
They're just like this.
Hmm.
Frederator!
This party is so crazy!