Raaaah! Raaah!
Come on!
Get ready, Toids!
I'm mean as a bus, and I'm mad as rocks!
Gumball Guardians! There's an enemy at the gates!
I'm an all-you-can-eat maniac!
Oops.
Oh, come on!
Thank you, little Candies. Thank you.
You warm the wax heart
of this poor King of Ooo!
Now, I hear you asking,
"King of Ooo, how can you be so wise?"
I'll tell you how.
Did you know that I am 8,000 years old?
Could be.
It's true. I'm that wonderful.
Now, Princess Bubblegum, she says she hasn't gone rogue.
She says she's not a wild dog thirsty for blood.
She says she's not a literal baby
masquerading as an adult woman.
She says a lot of things.
Princess Bubblegum, you don't make sense!
This guy's really working on me.
Hmm.
Yes, dear? Do you have something to say?
Mm-hmm.
I'm James' mother, Mrs. James.
My son got turned into a mutant mass
and was exiled to the Badlands by Princess Bubblegum.
Boo!
Who isn't mad about their mutant children?
What about Sweet P, King of Ooo?
You threatened to burn down his mama's orchard.
I did. That is true.
Sweet P, I was like a cornered animal.
"I knew no' what thy done."
I'm sorry, Sweet P.
Here.
Psst. Give me a kiss.
Do you hear us, Princess Bubblegum?
Do you hear us?
Shh...
Shut up.
Princess, I'm sorry to disturb you, but I feel that you must campaign.
The Candy People are real dumb.
I'm studying something that could be real important.
Dah! This dumb election.
It's not even... I mean, it's barely even...
barely even legal.
"A barely and yet fully legal election,"
that's what my campaign manager told me.
Let's hear it for him... Mr. X!
Weird, right?
And even being legal, I mean, I made everyone.
I made their homes.
The Candy People are mercurial, but they're not dillweeds.
And this definitely legal election
is in the jam-covered fingers of you, the people...
the Candies.
So, go.
Vote with your hearts. Vote with your minds.
Vote for the candidate who's not a teenage gum-golem.
I mean, they know that I love them.
And the votes are in.
King of Ooo is our new Princess.
He-hey!
What?
You dillweeds!
You're a dillweed, you're a dillweed's secretary,
and you're probably some dillweed I've never met!
You're three dillweeds being dillweeds,
and you're going to dillweed this place into the ground!
And you...
Princess! Princess!
I don't know what a dillweed is.
Hey, PB, what's the plan?
We pledged our allegiance to you.
Your allegiance is to the kingdom.
Dudes, I don't know.
I don't know when I'll be back in charge...
if I'll be back in charge.
I need you both to stick around here
and make sure the Candy People are safe,
even if it means working for a pile.
Goodbye, my champions.
What's up, Peps?
It's stuck.
Oh, no, no, no!
It's OK, everyone. It's OK.
Close your eyes and repeat your safety mantra...
Hoodie, hoodie, hoodup.
Hoodie, hoodie, hoodup. Hoodie—
Princess? - Huh?
Oh, sorry, Peps.
I'm just so used to having my citizens around to protect.
This is gonna take some getting used to.
- Permission to speak freely, ma'am? - Granted.
This horrible dump does not meet
the level of fancy to which I have become accustomed.
Noted.
Also, FYI...
my uncle Gumbald built this cabin with his bare hands.
I spent my summers here when I was younger.
Anyway, it'll probably take a really long time
for the Candy People to realize a bad ruler is worse than a good ruler.
Plenty of time to spruce this place up.
Whoo!
Starchy thought life would be better under the King of Ooo,
but now there's even more stuff to sweep.
Poor old Starchy.
Always getting the sweaty end of the lollipop.
Hey, Starchy, what are you doing... sweeping?
Oh, yes, sir, yes, sir. Sweeping.
Yeah.
Mmm. Hey, is it me, or is getting purpler out here?
- Oh, yeah.
I think that's the Catalyst Comet.
Guess it's getting pretty close or whatever.
Getting close?
Should we evacuate or...
What? No. No. It's cool, I think.
It's just here to, like, shake things up, you know? It's OK.
We've got sort of a, a relationship.
C— C— C— Comet?
Oh, Starchy don't feel good about this.
- Starch? - Ep.
Starchy's mind is burdened.
Oh, Mrs. Gumdrop! He's coming.
The comet... it's gonna snuff out all life as we know it.
What? Good glob!
Shouldn't we try and calm them down?
Eh, not after that whole
"knock-my-tower-over-onto-the-castle" thing.
A lot of guys got smooshed.
They need to hear it from someone they really trust.
King of Ooo! King of Ooo!
King of Ooo?
Wait, are you saying "King of Ooo"?
What are you saying?
I thought it was "kinkoff goo."
Hey. You hear that?
Downstairs.
King of Ooo?
King of Ooo!
- What the... It's that guy from before.
He's mucking around with PB's ship...
added all kinds of engines to it.
Hey!
Hey, what do you think you're doing?
PB don't let nobody touch her stuff...
Not even me, and I'm cool... Least of all you,
you sauce-tasting Brian-sniffer...
No mercy, Jake.
Hey, I'm back...
What the bing bong ping pong?
Gunter?
What the King Kong sing song—
Sayonara, suckers!
- Uh...
Comet! Comet! Comet! Comet!
Uh...
Toronto, I've been Princess for four hours,
and society has already totally collapsed.
Plus, now the sky is falling, I guess.
Is this possibly... somehow my fault?
No way! OK, look.
Without your calming presence and selfless leadership,
this situation would have been a hundred times worse.
History will remember you as Ooo's greatest hero.
As always, the voice of reason.
Once again, my saintly nature has compelled me,
unthinking, to assume the burdens of others.
But a true justice demands a true accounting.
And truly this is all Bubblegum's fa-a-a-ault!
- Ooh!
Good glob! What no-o-ow?
Looking good, Peps.
Man, this feels kind of good, right?
It's like we're building a whole new kingdom from scratch,
only without all my beloved citizens this time.
And their dull, pleading chicken eyes.
Maybe the King of Ooo
could hold down the fort for a little while.
I mean, what's the worst that could happen?
Anyway, I'm gonna get some fresh air. BRB.
What the...
- Why's it so purple outsi—
What the...
- Why's it so purple outsi—
What?
It's too smoky to see.
Oh, something's peeking. Someone's jacking your spaceship!
That is my ship! But it looks like it's been modded out.
That much engine power,
it'll break through the atmosphere before I can do anything to stop it.
Finn and Jake!
Yeah! Get that guy!
My thorn.
I think we should go inside.
Gunter! What are you doing?
What am I doing?
A fog shrouds my true intent even from myself.
There! The Catalyst Comet.
It all becomes clear.
I am more than Gunter.
Like a mighty chrysalis pushing out of a damp cocoon,
I emerge!
Jake! You OK?
Yeah, man. Just don't croak out here.
Hey, man, look at Gunter.
Behold!
I am Orgalorg!
Whoa.
That's pretty.
Looks good, right?
Hey, where's Glob?
I don't know. He exploded in space.
Yeah, thought so.
Man, are you still Gunter?
'Cause you seem like you're not.
I'm Orgalorg.
Well, what the heck are you doing, Orgalorg?
It was just time to come out again.
Glob KO-ing himself,
the arrival of the Catalyst Comet,
and a ship to carry me out of this planet's gravity...
These are doorways the universe presented to me.
Oh, I know about open-door philosophy.
What's that? You just say yes to stuff all the time?
Pretty much.
That seems all right.
It's all yours, if you're willing to take it.
Destroy worlds, crush anyone blocking the door.
Feel their bones crumple and their goo spill out.
I don't like that at all.
He made it ugly.
You can't stop me. I'm Orgalorg.
I'm pretty sure I can take you, bro.
Not after I absorb the power and knowledge of that comet.
Absorb a triple salchow to your kneecaps.
Grab my hand! - OK.
Shoot. Hey, stop drifting!
I'm not trying to!
Ooh! Maybe I can use jet propulsion.
No, I can't breathe.
Jake, no!
Don't worry, man! I'm working out a plan!
Freakin' bing bong!
Jake's gonna fulfill his croak dream after all.
And that dirty umbrella is gonna enslave the universe.
Cram... come on. This is gonna take forever.
Man, I'm gonna croak out here, like a fish in the hands of a child.
OK, Finn.
Time to make an appeal to greater forces.
Hey, spaceman.
Huh. Dad?
This is so crazy, Finn. What are you doing out here?
Floating to my grave! Hurry up and save me!
Can't, buddy. This baby does what it wants.
Are you kidding me?
No, for real. Look.
Hey. Get that guy there!
See? I'm just flying random-style.
It's not random!
I merged my intention with the universe.
You what?
Oh, wait. I have an idea.
- Really? - Here...
You all right?
Yeah. Thanks, Dad. Thanks, universe.
- Come again? - Oh, we got to save Jake!
He's out there choking on gas!
Like I said, I got no control over this beast.
We're on a journey into mystery,
unless I figure out what this bozo responds to.
It's kind of fun, right?
See, there's no reason or purpose or what you said, uh...
universal intention.
Look around, Finn.
Empty crud. So empty.
I don't know. There's some stars and stuff.
You're squeezed so tight, your bottom's gonna fall out.
Put the phone down.
- "Put the phone down"? - Yeah...
- What's going on? - Look!
The light of the comet.
That's pretty neat.
This moth is so bananas, man.
"Bananas, man." Bananas, man.
Oh-oh. What's that?
Almost there.
That dude's gonna absorb the comet's mystical power and crush everybody.
Who the heck raises guys like that?
You think he had neglectful parents, like you?
Or, or would he have always been a no-good Orgalorg?
Oh, gob slops! Not Orgalorg!
You— You know him?
Yeah!
What do you think, I'm a dumb brick?
I don't know Orgalorg?
Yeah.
Snaps! He ate the comet!
I got to stop him.
It's too late, buddy. It's out of our hands.
Skronk that!
I'm gonna use these hands to sock him in the chops!
In the chops!
Hey! Dinglord!
In the name of...
the universe, stop that!
Grass sword.
Huh?
I didn't open this door.
Cool.
Finn, do you remember?
Oh.
Yeah, I— I think so.
A long time ago, I was you, sort of.
And I crashed on Earth and became a butterfly or some biz.
And I guess it was just some random absurd thing,
just a joke I've been playing out for centuries.
Who's creating the joke?
Are you?
And if so, then are you my creator?
Uh, maybe. I don't know. Probably not.
Probably not, but who knows?
I've been around forever and experienced so much impossible junk.
I've embodied all that is good and evil.
And now we're here.
It's unprecedented.
And I give you a choice...
Come with me to the end and the beginning
or struggle here awhile like a beautiful autumn leaf.
- What's that bell sound?
Cool, man.
This is your crisis.
As you stand on the edge of freedom from... love...
Hate... Friendship...
- Isolation... Jealousy...
Secrets... Violence...
Video games... Ice-cream waffles...
Sadness... Madness...
- Power... Honor...
Loyalty...
Mothers...
Fathers...
Scoundrels.
- How long are you gonna list stuff?
It's a long list.
You're telling me to abandon all this stuff,
but you're not really making it sound bad.
It's not bad.
I'm just giving you the choice of a new mode of existence.
I feel like I put a lot of work into this meat reality.
I'd like to see it through.
Fair enough.
Hey, how about I get a new mode?
Are you seriously trying to bail out again?
What? This deal sounds pretty good.
Dad.
Uh-oh. I know that look.
When you fled the scene like a ding-dong-ditcher in the night—
Listen, Finn.
No answer I give you will be satisfying.
Besides, it was, like, 40 years ago.
I'm 16!
I don't have a star to revolve around to track time.
But why do you always run from everything?
You burn enough bridges, the only direction to move is forward.
Well, there ain't no changing you, I guess.
Well, I'm glad we finally understand each other.
Start the engine, comet boy!
Prepare to discorporate.
Goodbye, son!
Bye, Dad.
I should have asked for a lift home.
Jake! I thought I had lost... you.
No!
You OK, Finn? - What?
Jake! Banana Man? How?
I was just floating around,
and I drifted into B-man's flight path.
Pretty random, right?
It— It wasn't random. I did it.
Let's get the jazz out of here.
No!
There we go. See?
Problem took care of itself.
You think Finn and Jake are all right?
I'd say it's about a 50/50 chance.
That's pretty much everything in life, isn't it?
Yeah. Whoa! What's that?
Hey, PB. We took care of it.
Good job, guys.
Hmm, I'm gonna croak out here.
Frederator.
This party is so crazy!