Ice King, what are you doing in my bedroom?
Baby! I was trying to surprise you
by moving you to my place while you sleep,
then have you wake up to breakfast in bed,
but now you've ruined the surprise, way to go.
Do you think I like being kidnapped is that what you think I want!
OK, here we go, you're the victim right?
You know what, since day one I've been doing everything
to make this relationship work and for what?
Banana Guards!
Babe, come on. We promised we wouldn't make our problems public.
Take him out.
Baby, no! What are you doing?
Uh. Baby bear!
This is just so crazy!
If you can honestly look into your heart and tell me you want me to leave, I'll go.
OK, leave.
Wow! Did... did you look in your heart? Like, all around it?
Yes.
I see.
Then, obviously, you have got some heavy emotions stirring in you,
and you have said some very rash things.
Guards, take me away!
- Ice King! Get out of Princess— - I'm leaving!
Ugh.
I don't know. Did I say the right thing?
I can never tell with that girl.
All I can think about is you, baby girl.
I got to leave Ooo, start somewhere fresh.
Goodbye, Gunter. You're the man of the house now.
Stroke... stroke...
- Huh?
Oh, clam balls!
Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!
Ugh.
Where am I— Aah!
Where am I?
Hmm.
No signs of life.
Just me and these palm fronds.
And that bird over there.
Well, won't be needing this anymore.
I miss her, man.
Hello?
Is someone there?
Must be from somewhere.
There. Now I can look around and— Sweet mother of glob!
This island doesn't have a lady.
This island is a lady!
Oh. Hello, there.
Hello.
- Is my singing bothering you? - No.
What?
No.
- What? - No!
- What? Hold on a sec!
Whew!
What was the question?
- I asked if my singing was bothering you. - Whoa!
No, not at all. In fact, it was quite enchanting.
I always sing when my boyfriend is away.
Boyfriend?
Yeah— Party God. Do you know him?
Uh, sure. I mean, I know of him.
No! That's him! Quick— Hide! He gets crazy jealous!
Crazy jealous!
- Hi! - Hey, babe.
Is that a zit on your face? Gross. You seen my boombox?
I totally puked in Jimmy's stereo and killed the party I was at.
He was like, "Hey, Party God! You can't spin faster than me!"
And I was like, "I totally can, Jimmy!"
So we started spinning.
Then I got super-dizzy and was like...
right into the speaker.
Ha ha! Found it.
OK, I'm bouncing out, babe.
- Oh. You want to hang before you go? - Oh. Yeah.
Well, I'm sort of in the middle of a party, so...
Oh. Well, it would just be for a minute.
But... uh, I puked in Jimmy's stereo.
I can't party foul the party. I'm the Party God.
OK.
Don't be mad, babe.
- I won't. I'm not. - OK, laters!
Ugh! What a wad bag.
Oh.
He's OK... sometimes.
- Girl, he is no good for you! I know.
Ah. Who am I kidding?
My GF, Princess Bubblegum, treats me like poopies, too.
The expression on your face when he bounced out on ya?
Well, I might as well have been looking in a mirror.
Neglected lovers, party of two!
That's us.
Well, I like you.
You're welcome to stay here as long as you want.
- Are you sure? - Yes. I appreciate your company.
Oh.
Yeah, well, PB is just so closed off to her emotions.
She crushes the relationship so she doesn't ever have to develop feelings.
I don't even matter to Party God.
He just parties all the time.
He doesn't even notice if I'm there or not.
Oh, that's terrible. At least Bubblegum cares if I'm there.
Sometimes, I just wish he'd go off into outer space
so I'd never have to see him again.
Yeah, he's awful. You shouldn't have to put up with that.
- Yeah. That's true. - Yeah, girl.
- I'm gonna break up with him. - Yeah, girl.
Oh, snaps! Good luck!
I forgot the batteries.
Hey, babe? I have to tell you something.
Uh...
- Babe? - Found 'em!
Huh?
Hey, what's that?
Oh, that just washed up on me after a storm.
Hmm.
Oh, whatever. What'd you want to tell me?
Well, I've been doing some thinking, and I—
- I... - Ay-yi-yi. What?
I... I hope you have fun at your party.
You're killing me, babe.
Ugh. What was that?
Uh...
You should've been like, "I am done with you!" Bam!
- "Pack your bags and get out my face!" - I...
Whatever! I'm gonna break up with him for you!
Hey, yo! Yo, dawg!
I need to talk to you!
- Who are you? - I'm Ice King.
We sort of met that one time at Peppermint Butler's?
Anyway, I've been spending lots of time with your girlfriend, and she re—
What? Hey, wait.
You're the guy who's been living on her stomach.
Yeah, but— No! We're strictly platonic!
I wasn't hittin' on her or anything!
There's gonna be two hits, bro.
Me hitting you and a second instance of me hitting you!
Whoa, Mama!
Let's talk this out.
Think about what's best for— Ice lightning!
Huh?
Oh!
- Wowzers! - Aw, yeah!
Run, blue piggy!
Take it easy, wolfy! I just stomped grapes on her tummy, all right?
Ah! Bread balls! Bread balls! Bread balls!
Eh?
Psych! Eat it, party puppy!
Face it, bro. My divinity is unassailable!
- You should've stayed out my business.
She is not your "bid-ness"!
I can dodge your "zyaps" for days—
Uh-oh.
Hmm.
Awooooo!
Party God?
Hey, girl!
Did Ice King tell you to come talk to me?
- Uh... Maybe. - Oh.
So, is there something you wanted to tell me?
Um...
Nope. I'm good.
Uh...
Didn't you get some good advice from a cool bro
and you want to tell me something important that will be difficult
but good for your future life in the long run?
Well... y-yes.
You're bad, and I'm terminating our romance.
Bam! Get out of my face.
Wow. I would not have been able to do that
without the advice of my emotionally mature friend Ice King.
Huh?
Uh... Ice King wanted me to tell you
that he's gonna break up with his girlfriend, too.
And that you were as much an inspiration to him
as he was to you, if not less so.
Hmm. That's nice.
He says he'll be sure to visit...
- Uh, I'm going to outer space now! - Oh! OK.
Whew!
Waah!
Aah!
Fun cakes!
I've come to a decision. You ready to hear it?
I'm breaking up with you!
You party too much, you never want to spend time with me,
and you only care about having fun and other people's stereos!
I'm just a big island you can come and go from as you please!
Banana Guards!
Banana Guards yourself, Princess!
Ah, we'll work it out.
Oh, hello! Ha, ha!
Here for more Graybles, I presume?
Well, you've come to the right computer-fable.
Feast your eyes-mabel on my holo-pyramid viewer and—
- Huh?
What's that? Not in the mood for graybles, you say? Oh, dear.
Are you OK?
Did something fatlabel happen to you?
Oh, I see.
You'd rather watch me buh-blabel a birdhouse together in my workshop.
Hmm.
More of a grayble man by trade. But OK! Come on!
Oh! Hello again.
As you can see, the birdhouse is nearly complete.
All that's left is a "where the door hole goes,"
but I can't remember.
Hmm.
Door hole... wait!
I just remembered.
My door-hole solution lies in one of tonight's scheduled graybles!
Would you mind if I look through them to find it?
OK!
Here we go.
Hmm...
Hey, Jake Jr...
You havin' fun at Daddy's?
Hmm? Oh.
Sure, Dad.
OK. You seem kind of dump trucks.
- What? - Ha! You know, "in the dumps."
Oh, sorry. It's cool. I'm just thinking about the future, I guess.
We're on, like, the leading edge of history.
Everything ahead of us is totally unknown,
and there's no guarantee that things are going to be all right.
It's exciting, but it's also pretty scary. You know?
Heh heh... heh.
Sounds like my little baby girl want to build a time machine!
Oooooooooh!
- Guys, I don't— - No, no, no.
Leave it up to your daddy and Uncle Finn.
Hup!
OK. You guys have fun. I'm gonna get some more juice.
Mom has some weird taste in men.
Psst! She's comin' back!
Ding-ding!
Hello! Oh!
Is that the time machine part that I ordered?
Mm-hmm.
You just got to sign for it to prove you accepted delivery.
Acceptance.
Guys, I'm basically 30.
I'm not a little kid anymore.
You're not a little kid anymore!
Cinnamon Bun, you can't sleep with a night light anymore.
You're basically 30. It's starting to bum everyone out.
I can't handle this denial of light!
Yeah, well...
Nooooooooooooooooo!
Too dark!
No! It's too bright!
- Now it's too dark!
Oh. Ha ha.
OK. This-this is nice.
Wee-oo, wee-oo, wee-oo!
Aah! Too dark!
Hey, Cinnabun!
I... need... soft... light!
Yeeaargh!
How long has this been in here?
Don't even remember buying this.
Oh, well. Easy come, easy go.
Goodbye. Well, that wasn't so bad.
Hmm.
Mm-hmm, mm-hmm, mm-hmm. Mm-hmm.
Yeah. Nothing like a hard day's work to get them spirits a-lifted!
Great news, fellas—
I finished all my chores, so we can start movie night early.
Take your seats, and I will review the nominees.
We've got Baby Ballet, Who Gots Da ABC'S,
Airplanes Taking Off— Wait!
What's this one?
Basic Mortality: Season 1?
Isn't this that show that everyone's talking about?
I heard that this show is, like, really good for penguins.
Wow. That's really lucky for you guys. I'm a little jealous.
Well, anyway, good luck to all our nominees.
OK!
All in favor of Blimby: Who Gots Da ABC'S, raise your hands.
OK!
All in favor of Baby Ballet, raise your hands.
OK! All in favor of Airpl—
What? Baby Ballet? Come on!
Ugh. I never should've given you penguins the right to vote.
Well, you may have numbers on your side,
but I've still got one trick up my sleeve—
Bargaining!
Whereby, you let me watch Basic Mortality,
and I, in return, will do anything you want in the whole world.
How about it?
Ha, ha. Algebraic!
- Look, I know he was your partner. - Enough!
Alan is not the super-murderer!
I don't know about this show though.
This, Captain, is the most lamentable super-murder I've ever seen...
and I've seen plenty.
Might be a touch too dark.
Too dark!
Too bright!
Eat on it!
Hmm! Hmm.
Oh. Little lemonsweets, our son...
So precious.
You've enjoyed sitting in your chair?
What would you like to do now? "Go to bed."
No, he wants to dance!
Ehn! Dearest brother, I really think Lemonsweets
would rather go to bed!
Hunh!
I'll fetch our son a sleeping bonnet.
Beautiful.
Brother, stop that!
We hate you.
Only one!
My end... table.
My love seat, yeah.
Gee, but it's great to be back home.
It's always a blast visiting my cousin, City Fox, at his future palace.
But you just can't beat that old country steez.
City Fox's digs be mad sterile.
Look at this. This was my grandpa's rug.
Some bums let him have it 'cause it was so ugly.
And check out these classic stylings!
They don't make 'em like this anymore!
Whoa! Ha ha ha!
Almost got me right in my both eyes!
Look at my bugs.
Man, I always did have the ugliest bugs.
What are they doing? Selling each other houses?
Yes, siree, there's some things money can't buy.
You see that depression? You can't buy that. You got to earn it.
Boy, it's like I can almost see myself sleeping in there...
Yah!
Wh— What?
"Dear conscious self...
I know where some buried treasure is.
I'll draw you a map. Love, subconscious self."
Oh, my gosh! I'm gonna be rich! Ha ha!
- What the—
- Whoop! - Oh, no! My riches!
Let... me... in!
It's too bright!
Too dark!
- Aah!
Cinnamon Bun! You...
did a great job on this wall.
It's very... rustic.
Hmm, what a jerk.
What? A jerk?
Yeah, just give it a little jerk.
Now that's a time machine.
Hey, sweetie! Sweetie, look—
Your time machine's all ready.
Oh, yeah. You having fun, Dad?
Aw... anything for my baby pup.
OK. As long as you're having fun.
- Time machine! - Hell, yeah!
Shpiow!
Ha ha! There it is. You see?
The birdhouse door—
It's right above the peg thingy.
Why didn't I think of that?
Well, I guess that's it for this week.
- I'll see you crimpy glimmers on the—
What? What's that?
You want to finish the grayble?
You want to see if you can still guess the theme?
You just want to see how it ends.
Well, let's get right to it then. Ha ha.
Stranger! Stranger!
Stranger! Stranger! Stranger!
- Shh-shh-shh! - Stranger! Stranger! Stranger!
Stranger! Stranger! Strang—
- Excuse me.
Hey! Why're you trying to steal my dad's stuff?
Hey! I need a night light because I'm so scared!
Man, you can't steal, dummy.
Fine!
Here. Now get lost!
Yes! Take that, Princess Bubblegum!
Jake Jr., I'm sorry for messing up your time travel.
Ah, that's OK.
- It was just make-believe anyways. Oh, was it?
Then how do you explain... tomorrow's newspaper?
Frederator.
This party is so crazy!