Jake.
So, I just had this weird thought.
Well, that's normal.
People always have weird
thoughts around campfires.
Well, I don't know.
Isn't it sort of strange that we keep pets?
We kind of make them worship us.
What? Nah.
No, seriously.
Think about it.
We're their only source of food
and water and, like, tummy rubs.
They basically have to love us.
What's wrong with tummy rubs?
Yeah, tummy rubs are pretty great.
That one star is so crazy.
Looks like it's vibrating.
It's so cool.
Wonder what it is. A planet?
Do people live there?
Are they friendly?
Do they keep pets?
All right, buddy.
That's a little too much campfire.
Time for bed.
Whoa.
Holy...
Oh, dang.
Uh... okay.
Man, this is screwy.
Maybe it's the can of beans we
had for dinner.
Looks, uh... homey.
Whu-oh.
Oh, right.
Mm. Boobafina.
Uh, just pay me back when you can.
Aww!
- Hello. - Huh?
Oh, hey! You can see me?
See you...
But if I didn't see you...
Wait. What did you originally ask me?
Aw, forget it. It's cool.
Do you... want a drink or something?
Think I only have water, anyway.
Whoop! Here I go.
Bye.
Oh. That was sort of rude.
I hope he comes back.
That guy seemed lonely.
Not a lot of other foxes up at this hour.
Guess you get a lot of work done, though.
Quittin' time.
You don't have to go home, but you —
You know how it goes.
Bounce House Princess.
I didn't know B.H.P.
Lived in a cave.
Hey, this place is pretty nice.
Whoa.
41, 42, 43, 44, 45, 46, 47,
48, 49, 50!
51,52 —
Who's there?
Oh, Oh! Oh, my glob! Oh, my glob!
Oh, my glob, oh, my glob, Oh, my glob!
Six, four, three, two.
Dude, what's your deal?
Everything's okay now.
Aw, geez.
Poor Bounce House Princess.
Huh?
Bounce House Princess, you listen to me.
Are you gonna shut yourself off
from other people forever?
I mean, he or she could be
really nice and —
Okay.
M-maybe if I just stay very
still it'll just — it'll just go away.
Gosh.
I hope B.H.P.'s okay.
Feel bad for just splittin' like that.
Maybe they sorted it out.
They could have stuff in common.
You never know until you speak to the person.
Oh, hey, Cloud Kingdom.
What the...
Ice King?
Yeah, I guess
there's some cool people here.
Music's a little loud,
but the punch is top-drawer.
Mm-hmm.
Hey, you should
come to one of my parties sometime.
I'm friends with some pretty
cool people, too, you know?
Uh-huh. Who are your friends?
- Oh, uh, like that guy Finn? - Finn?
Yeah, Finn and I are pretty tight.
Hmm.
Oh, hi. Are you the Ice Dude?
That's me —
Ice Dude.
Say, have you ever seen the
inside of an ice-bear cave?
Did you say you know
Finn the human?
Hey. Buddy!
Buddy, care to freshen me up?
Yeah, yeah, now scram.
Hey, is Finn seeing anyone right now?
Could you introduce us?
Oh, my glob, is he here now?
So I guess you're
more into the little-brother type, huh?
Hey, Lauren.
I heard your grandpa's giving out ice.
Ice? I'll give you ice!
Ah, looks like I put this party "on ice."
No wait.
"You want ice?
You — oh, you got iced."
Anyway. Ai!
Aw, don't look at me like that, Lauren.
Aw, this party was weak anyway.
Poor Simon.
Poor Simon, I guess?
Poor Simon, sort of?
It's like some part of him wants
to be a sad wong lord.
But why would anyone want that?
Is there some incentive?
What the...
Sheesh.
I wonder if being a sad loner
gives you more raw materials to
form song ideas.
Is that where creativity comes from?
From sad biz?
I am so high up now.
I'm so high up there is no high up.
It's all just...
Whoa. What the...
Whoa!
Space lards! Aw, man.
Jake would be flipping out,
trying to get that super-rare milk.
Make a sick flan with that milk.
Oh, well.
Whoa. What's going on?
You can't see me, right?
VVhoooooooa!
I'm in the mother lard!
What?
Space birth.
Whoa-kay. Here we go.
Whoa!
Bye, guys.
Well, that was creative,
and it wasn't sad, either.
So maybe birth is the greatest
creative statement in all the universe.
Hey, baby.
You gonna give me a boost?
Whoa!
Whoo-hoo!
Here comes Mars.
What the heck is going on, though?
Everybody's leaving.
Fire defense missiles.
Missiles away.
Impact with catalyst comet in
five, four, three, two, one...
Yes.
Do you think it worked, Starman?
Uh, yeah, probably, right?
Shoot! No effect!
It's still coming right at us!
Was that all of our missiles?
Uh, yeah.
I'm surprised we even had those ones.
Like, who would we shoot a missile at?
Who would we shoot at?
I'm thinking, Starman.
Whoops.
Grob, assessment.
We're sunk, bro.
This whole place is gonna be a stinking,
molten dump in a minute.
It doesn't make sense.
Every 1,000 years,
the catalyst comet mysteriously
reincarnates itself and collides
with Earth, bringing with it an
agent of change, but the comet's
never been so off schedule,
and it's never freaking hit Mars.
What do you think,
Finn the Human?
What? Who? Me?
You can see me, too?
Yes. I am Glob.
Oh, yeah.
Hey, do you ever say, "oh, my glob"?
No, but sometimes Gob does.
You're dreaming so far from home.
It must be comet-related.
Yeah.
But I got a question.
What's that?
Well, if just being born
is the greatest act of creation,
then what are you
supposed to do after that?
Isn't everything that comes next
sort of a disappointment —
slowly entropying until we
deflate into a pile of mush?
Well, it's not enough to have
created something amazing, right?
What if I just let my Martian
super-society go to butt?
But what's it worth if
we all gonna get blowed up right now?
Whoa! What are you doing?
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaahh!
Oh, my blood!
What is it, boy?
Glob is dead.
Hello, Starman.
This is evacuation man.
What's the stich?
Can we go back yet?
Yes. Gob/Glob/Grod/Grob diverted the comet.
It's back on its normal path to Earth.
And... what about the G-man?
No sign of Glob.
Aaaaaaaaaaahh!
Computer! What did we hit?
Ohh!
Ugh. Plops. Ugh.
Oh, for real plops.
Hey, I think
Bounce House Princess needs our help.
Let's do it.
This party is so crazy!