Ow. Ow.
Ow!
Your shoe rash is gross, man.
Oh, I'm gonna throw up.
I'm just kidding.
Man, I wish I had my other sock.
This callus is going to junk up my good time at PB's potluck.
Don't worry, man. We're gonna have a ton of fun.
We'll eat some melon.
I'll get some compliments on my pretty makeup.
You look like a target!
I look pretty!
Does everyone have a drink?
Bounce House! Come on, Jake!
Bounce bounce!
Huh?
Oh, hi, Finn.
Oh, my goodness, sorry, Bounce House Princess,
I didn't know it was you.
That's OK.
Come on, Jake. Let's, eh, go party.
- Hey, guys! Hello.
Hello, Princess, Princess, Princess.
Hey, Embryo Princess.
Hey, you.
Welcome to the potluck, guys.
Jake, you look pretty.
Thank you.
What's up with the limp?
I've been going foot-nude in this shoe.
And now I've got this turbo-huge callus.
Well, sit down and relax.
Oh, by the way, I entered everyone's name into a raffle.
And the winner gets whatever is in that.
Mysterious. Oh!
Brought something for the party.
Oh, how wonderful!
Bam! Soda.
Oh.
It's warm.
And I shook it up, a lot.
Well, great!
I'll just put this on ice.
Someone outside is messing with my ice.
Let's see what's going on down there, Gunts.
My on-again, off-again GF, Princess Bubblegum!
My BFs, Finn and Jake?
All the fine princesses that want to date me?
What the heck?
My Roll Dogs for Life are throwing a party without me!
Just when you think you got some great bros, they kick you to the curb.
Oh, I see how it is.
They're gonna do me like that, so I'm-a do them like this!
Ca-caw!
That's how owls do it.
Well, hello, little one.
You're going to help me ruin a party.
- Huh?
Oh, quiet, you!
- That's it for the kitties.
How my bunnies doin'?
Yes.
That's it. Ah, yes.
Gunter! More la-sag-na!
OK. Yes.
Go, my little sour pusses. Ruin that party.
Aww. Hey, guy. Jake, check out this cat.
I don't like cats, man!
Do you like fresh lemon in your iced tea?
Yes.
Ha, ha. All right!
It looks like you don't have to make that lemon run after all.
Yes!
Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk.
At least I still have my party poopers!
Ugh!
Oh, glob!
So much la-sag-na.
Gunter, Daddy needs you to dress up like a princess
so you can sneak into that party and throw fruit punch on everybody.
- Huh?
- You want to do that for Daddy? Huh?
Thanks, sweetie! I can always count on my Gunts.
Finishing touch.
Yeah, Gunter! Hot!
You better be careful, Gunter, or I'll keep you like this all the time.
I... just might have to chase you around, marry you.
Ow!
Just kidding!
Arms out, Gunter.
Yes.
Thatta-Gunter!
Get a cup of punch!
Huh?
Oh, hey, Gunter.
Hey, everybody, Gunter is here!
- Hey, Gunter! - Gunter, come party with us!
No, Gunter. Do not party with them!
Get them buns on the dance floor, girl!
Gunter!
- Gunter!
Gunter!
No, Gunter!
Hmm.
Hey, Gunter. Let me get one of them socks.
Yeow!
Ow!
Well, they think their party's the bee's knees, huh?
Their party is the knees of nothing!
Gunter! Gunter! Gunter!
Bah!
There ought to be a law!
Wait a minute. There is a law!
Do I have what it takes?
Banana Guard.
I— I'm calling to tattle.
Oh, OK. Who are you tattling on?
The loud party going on next door.
It's bothering everyone in the Ice Kingdom.
Ice Kingdom?
- Is this the Ice King? - Yes.
Well, uh, we hate you, so...
Banana Guard.
[Ice King, raspily] Yes, this is a little old lady calling about the loud party.
- Is this the Ice King? - No!
This is Mrs. Garambling-ton.
- Mrs. Garamblington? - Yeah.
Hold on. Let me get my husband.
Hi. This is Ted Garamblington.
I need you to shut down this party.
Your wife sounds pretty old.
Uh...
Hold on. There's someone at the door.
Yes? Hello?
[high-pitched voice] Hey, Mr. Garamblington,
it's me, the pizza-delivery boy.
Oh, hi, Johnny.
[high-pitched voice] Boy, that sure is a loud party out there.
Hope it's not bothering the missus.
It's OK, Johnny, I'm on the phone with the Banana Guard.
They're gonna take care of it.
[high-pitched voice] Oh, that's good.
Uh, what do I owe you, Johnny?
[high-pitched voice] It's $12.57, Mr. G.
OK. There you go.
Prices have gone up.
[high-pitched voice] Oh, geez. Do you have anything smaller?
Let me check with my brother George. Hey, George!
what?
The pizza's here! You got any cash on you?
I only got a $50 bill.
Uh, Mr. Garamblington?
- Yes? - We'll take care of it.
Ha ha!
Now to watch Banana Law in action.
Two can play the party game!
- Ooh, nice.
All right. Come on, Guntalina.
I need you to pass out some whirling dervishes.
The guests are getting restless.
Loose grape medley.
Stack of enriched-flour tortillas.
- Start with Roger. He looks famished.
Everyone smile and eat and make our neighbors jealous.
Gunter! Gunter! Gunter!
Bah! Gunter's too captivating.
- Huh?
Oh, yeah!
Oh, this is my jam!
Time to get my freak nasty on.
Roger, dance with me!
Hup! Hah!
- Whoo!
Gunter! Gunter! Gunter!
Come on!
Oh. If only there were some way I could magically ruin their party.
Huh?
Wait a minute.
Lovable, forgetful me.
- Oh, boy! - [all gasping, yelling]
I thought you were my bros, my Roll Dogs for Life!
- Ow! - Ice King!
Ow!
Hey, everybody, take refuge in my body!
Ice King, don't make me stand up and whomp you!
Well, it that's what it takes for a fella to get noticed around here,
then whomp me!
That's it!
Huh?
Oh, Mama, that's some stank!
Why are you doing this, I.K.?
Because she didn't invite me to her potluck!
Yes, I did.
I sent your invite in the mail!
The mail? Who reads the mail?
I just stack all my mail in a tall pile until it falls over.
Then I shred it to use in cascarones!
So, can I party with you?
Only if you promise to stop acting nanners.
Nanners?
Why, I don't even know the meaning of the word.
Whoo! Whoo!
Party time, right, guys?
Whoo-hoo!
It's time for the raffle, and the winner is...
Finn.
Oh. Cool.
Congrats, Finn. You won a sea lard.
- Here you go. - Awesome.
You won a sea lard.
That donks.
- Aah!
You son of a blee-blob!
Jake!
Hey, you.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! - BMO, what's wrong?
I think he broke his egg.
Hey, it's OK, BMO.
Look, Jake and I'll make you a funny face.
Bleh! Bleh! Bleh! Bleh!
Here, BMO, this'll cheer you up.
What the...
Well, I'm out of ideas. What?
James Baxter!
Aw, man! James Baxter is so good, man!
He always knows just what to say to cheer a guy up.
Yeah, man.
James Baxter!
- So good! - Man!
We should do it, too, do his thing and spread the good will!
Yeah, man!
I want to be like James Baxter,
always rollin' in on his beach ball,
sayin' his name in a horse voice, makin' people smile!
Let's do it!
Yeah!
Finn the Human!
Jake!
Finn. Jake!
Sheesh. Tough crowd.
I think we should find an easier person to cheer up.
It was a mistake to do this at a funeral.
Ah!
Finn! - Jake!
- Finn! - Jake!
Now what do you want?
Please! I'm just a very sad girl!
- Finn! - Jake!
Baxter!
James!
- That's so perfect! - Yeah, man.
So unique.
James Baxter!
Man, what's he doing that we're not?
We just got to figure that out!
No, it's like he's shredding on a guitar,
and learning how to shred
isn't just copying the exact notes of someone else's solo.
You need to learn how to do your own solo!
Bling, blong!
Wah-wah-whoo, wah-wah-wah wah-wah-whoo!
Wah-wah-wah-wah! Whoop!
Whooopsh!
Wah wah-wah! Na-na-na-na-na!
Boodala-boodala-boodala-boodala! Boodala-boodala-boodala-boodala!
Why am I recording?
You're documenting our creative flow in case we make a breakthrough.
Dude, I think we do got something.
Let's check the video!
Bathtub! Bathtub!
All right, BMO, play the video.
- Who's gonna scrub me? - I'll scrub.
You take notes.
Yeah, right there.
Speed it up.
Slow it down.
Yeah! That sounds makes me feel happy!
Good, good! Happy's what we want.
BMO, zoom in on my mouth!
Yeah, it's good, but if we want to be James Baxter good,
we got to go deeper.
The Institute of So-und.
Hey! Hey, man!
I receive you.
Welcome to the Sound Institute of So-und.
Where is the studio to make the best feel-good sound?
Just think happy thoughts and follow the beat of your hearts.
- Hmm.
Hold up.
This way.
Look at this tricked-out studio.
Half stacks, full stacks!
Oh.
Distortion pedals!
These sounds make feel good right here!
Right here! Good!
I feel it here! Good here!
We need to figure out how to make our sound...
force happiness into the listener!
Check our data?
Maybe it should be higher?
Yeah, maybe, maybe it could be lower, I don't know.
Let's both agree that that sound belongs there.
See that sound?
I drew that sound connecting to two other sounds.
Hmm. Something's missing, though.
That's it!
- The missing thing in our thing! - Yeah!
James Baxter don't just got his catchphrase,
he's also got his beach-ball biz.
So we got to create feel-good body actions
to go with our feel-good sound!
We just crushed it, homey.
Dude, seriously, I think our thing is gonna change the world.
When people experience it, it's gonna make them so happy.
You're building it up too much.
Let's just do it.
Yeah, man! Yeah.
Hey! There's the sad girl.
What?
No, no, no! Wait a sec!
Reserve judgment until you've seen the freshed-up version of our thing!
- We did it! - We did it!
Bummed.
- What's wrong? - We're bummed.
Boo.
Boo?
Boo!
Common rhinoceros beetle...
scientific name, Xylotrupes Ulysses.
Common dung beetle. Oh, my!
- Good. You're still here.
Hey, I know we were here yesterday...
- And we came off as inappropriate— - Dude, let's just do the thing!
Right, OK.
- Dude!
Why have you upset my deal?
Jake, come on, man. I need some help.
Sorry.
I acted like a little kitty cat.
Hyup!
Whoa!
It's milk!
Why?
Dang, this is real.
He broke my squishy bones.
Don't worry, Jake. I'll block this one.
Finn, when we wake up in the ninth dead world,
promise me you'll listen for this sound.
What?
It's just that there's a lot of dead people there.
We might get separated.
I'll be the one going...
James Baxter!
Hey. Holy cow.
Hey, man,
this guy really knows how to cheer a guy up. It's awesome.
Hey, do you know this guy?
- Well, sort of. - Yeah, we know him!
Ha! What's his deal?
His name's James Baxter.
He just travels around on his beach ball, making people happy.
James Baxter!
Cool.
Frederator.
This party is so crazy!