Ohh-ohh!
Hello!
And keep away from Castle Lemongrab!
How are you today?
Hmm, I see. Yes.
I'm inside my fortified totalitarian city-state.
Hello. I'm Lemongrab.
Mm-hmm, me too! Ow!
Unacceptable.
Things have never been better here at Castle Lemongrab.
I have never been fatter.
And since the expulsion of Lemonhope,
we have reached peak societal obediency.
Law, order, heart-smashing...
We've have it all!
Mmm. The pleasure!
Smash another!
Ooh! Who is this?
"I'm one of my subjects.
I'm being punished for helping Lemonhope.
But that's OK."
Yes, morale has never been higher since we got rid of Hope.
In conclusion, no one needs to come here ever,
especially Lemonhope, and I ate my brother.
Goodbye!
Save us, Lemonhope!
You're our only Lemonho—
Lights on.
Oh, Lemonhope, were you even paying attention?
Uh... Yes.
I know this is a lot to take in,
but one day, saving those Lemons is going to be your responsibility.
They're in trouble, and you need to work harder at this.
I don't know.
I'm not too worried about other people, I guess.
Like, I got me, and they got them.
Mm.
OK. Let's try something else.
- These are cupcakes. - Cupcakes!
Lemonhope, you have two cupcakes. Finn has no cupcakes.
Lemonhope, will you give Finn one of your cupcakes?
- Um... Yes.
But I don't want to. I want both cupcakes.
Finn can get his own cupcakes.
Maybe we need something more hands-on.
Hey, Finn, listen, that's it for class today.
Whoop! Whoop! Whoop! Whoop! Whoop! Whoop! Whoop! Whoop!
But read the next three chapters of your geometry text!
Well, at least he's street-smart.
OK, dude, we're going on a field trip.
This is the Lemon Earldom perimeter.
Unfortunately, there are pacts and treaties preventing me
from getting any closer.
We should cloak.
I know you don't like thinking about Castle Lemongrab,
but it's where your family is.
They set you free, and now they're being punished for it.
It rips. Look.
Remember, Lemonhope!
Do you see? They helped you. You have to help them now.
It's your responsibility.
No! I don't have to do anything that I don't want to!
They set me free!
And "free" means I decide what I do, not them, and not you!
Dude, I'm sorry, but that attitude is unacceptable.
Oh, I mean...
Lemonhope?
Caw!
Hup!
Oh. It's warm.
Pick it up, chumps. We've got to make Thieveston by brunch!
Oh, man, that thing looks just lousy with freedom.
Straight up right out the diddle-doo. Coming at you right straight up.
Oh!
Yeah, exactly.
What? OK.
It takes all kinds, I guess.
Argh! A Greed Lard!
My fontanel!
Hello?
I— I accidentally came onto your boat,
but— but I think I... really need some help.
Hey. Hey, guy, back here.
I think I might have fallen off back there.
Guy? Hey, buddy.
Psst! Down here.
Psst! Lemonhope. It's me.
You are...
You are... unacceptable!
Buddy, buddy, buddy, buddy, buddy, buddy, buddy, buddy, buddy,
buddy, buddy, buddy, buddy, buddy, buddy, buddy, buddy,
buddy, buddy, buddy...
A lot of nightmares again. I guess that's freedom for you.
Oh...
Mm.
Thirsty.
Nothing like juice for breakfast.
Oh. I guess that's the rest of those.
Well, I guess if there's no juice, I got freedom to go find water.
Huh.
Weird cloud's still there.
Couldn't rain a little, could you, cloud?
Uh, what are you gonna do? Freedom not to rain, I guess.
Freedom.
Psst! Lemonhope.
Hey, that's better.
Who are you?
My name's Phlannel Boxingday.
And I've been watching you and your hard, hot life in this desert
from up there in my cloud trawler.
I thought you might need a hand.
Mm-hmm.
Kid, truth be told, you're looking a little raw.
You're totally free to come hang out with me until you're feeling stronger.
Hmm...
It's your choice.
Let's go, dude.
So... read any good books lately?
Uh, I can't read.
They tried to teach me in school, but I just faked it.
Uh-huh. Uh-oh! Hold that thought, buddy.
Looks like a Greed Lard's picked up our scent.
Dang it! He's a fast one.
We can't outrun him. But maybe we can drive him off.
I need you to play that flute of yours, Lemonhope.
I saw how you rassled those scorpions before.
Now play that flute with all your might.
Keep it up, Lemonhope. It's working. He's turning off.
- No, wait. He's mad. We've enraged him.
He's calling his pack.
The harp, Lemonhope.
Quick, quick, quick.
We'll lure the beast into the rocks.
No! Phlannel, stop the ship! Stop the ship!
What? What for?
Stop the ship!
You see, Lemonhope, it's not peeps.
- It's dosh. Oh.
Greed Lards eat dosh for food.
And 'cause we killed it, we get to keep it all.
That's my job, Lemonhope.
When I'm not out being free and having adventures,
I'm killing monsters that eat dosh and then keeping the dosh.
And it just so happens that I'm looking for a new apprentice.
What do you think about partnering up with old Phlannel Boxingday?
Oh, my gosh, Phlannel! Yes!
It's a dream come true!
A dream come true!
Hey, what's going on back there?
Something don't feel right.
- Oh-ho, hey! Lemonhope is here! - Hm.
Hey, man, how's it goin'-- What the heck?
Run for it, Lemonhope! Run! Run! Come on!
Why aren't you running?
Lemonhope!
Morning, Lemonhope.
Hey, is there any more white coal down in the hold?
More black diamonds equals more love potions.
The old three Rs, you know what I'm saying? Ro— ro— romance.
It's been so lo—
Whoops! Oh, drats. Oh, well...
Hey, don't sweat it, buddy. It wasn't your fault.
It's not that, Phlannel. I had a bad dream.
Again? That's the third time this week.
I'm free now, Phlannel, to do all whatevs I ever wanted,
but all I think about is my old life.
What does it mean?
Well, it's true you are free.
Free to help the Lemon people or leave them be.
But a debt unpaid is not easily forgotten,
so you are a prisoner still...
in deinem Kopf.
Huh! That's what Mistress always said, and I didn't even listen.
Ah, Lemonhope, you're a doer, not a listener.
You learn with your hands and heart,
not your head.
So, what will you do, Lemonhope?
I'll... I'll go back, and...
I'll help my people. And maybe I'll feel better.
And how will you do it?
Um, with my harp and... my flute!
And help from my friend Phlannel!
Nah. Little Lemonhope. Of course I'll take you as far as I can,
but I can't interfere directly in Lemongrab politics.
All those old pacts and treaties have me sklonked up tighter
than a synthetic zanoit sterilizer bed compressor tube enlarger
on garbage day.
Hmm...
Well, you found me, fat Lemongrab!
Oh! What's that you've got?
Your little harp?
But what's this?
I've got things in my ears tonight!
So now I'm invincible!
- Play it, Lemonhope! - What? I...
Speak up, child.
I didn't say anything.
The harp! Hurry! I'll take care of the rest!
What?
The harp, Lemonhope! Play it!
- But— - Oh! The harp!
Didn't I just explain? I've got things in my...
My— My— My things!
Let— Let me go! Let me go!
The harp, Lemonhope! The harp!
Oh! This sounds awful!
Faster, Lemonhope!
I can't stands no more!
Faster!
- Hmm?
Coming!
Wait, wait,
Ooh! Hello?
H— Hello?
You know I was thinking, Lemonhope,
maybe you'd like to stay here in Lemongrab while Lemongrab recovers.
Every kingdom needs a champion,
and you're a true champion if ever I've seen one.
Plus, I already set up a little room for you.
Is he gonna stay like that?
Like what?
Oh! No, no, no.
Once his brain's and body's re-knit, he should be back to his lonely old self,
which seems to be his only stable relationship model.
Hmm-me!
So will you stay, Lemonhope, and help your people once more?
Nah, that's OK.
Oh! But I thought...
I mean, you guys are cool and all, but,
I mostly came back here so I could stop thinking about y'all all the time.
I'll be back when I'm tired of being free.
See you in a thousand years, I guess.
Peace!
Well, I really thought he was gonna stay.
Me too! I even wrote a song about it.
- Hey, don't laugh.
Let me hear it.
No, it's terrible. - Come on.
- No! - Come on!
- Do it! Do it! Do it! Do it Gaah!
OK, OK.
Frederator.
This party is so crazy!