I "Adventure Time" I
I Come on, grab your friends I
I We're going to very distant lands I
I With Jake the dog and Finn the human I
I The fun will never end I
I It's "Adventure Time” I
Elderolio, why are there only six crumb piles?
Mole children, soon, my body will explode from exhaustion.
Please place my bits in trees,
Where they will be reclaimed by nature.
Elderolio!
Yes. Cry and hug me.
James Baaxter!
James Baaaxter!
Jaaaames Baaaaxter!
Huh?
James Baxter!
Yay! He makes me so haaaapppy!
Jaaaammes Baaaxxxteeerrr!
Thank you, James Baxter.
Now I can explode a happy mole man.
James Bax——
[Popli
Noooooo!
James Baxter?
Uh... Oh, Jake!
Stretch into a ball so James Baxter can ride you.
Um...
What if I...
He's doing it!
Oh, Glob, no!
Finn, this ain't gonna work, not without this.
James Baxter's an artist.
He needs the proper equipment to work.
And if we don't help him, no one will ever be happy again!
Oh, no!
We have to save this precious unicorn.
Come on, BMO. You're going with me.
'Cause your sadness is not gonna help James Baxter.
I'm going to find a patch for this beach ball.
Uh, o—okay.
I'll watch over James Baxter.
Try to cheer him up, man.
Cheer him up.
James —— uh, I mean, Mr. Baxter, can you walk?
Don't worry. I'll help you.
Sorry it's so cold in here, Mr. Baxter.
Does that, uh —— Does that feel better?
Your hooves are soiled!
I'll be right back with a washcloth and herbal tea.
Yip—yin!
Oh, my Glob. James Baxter is in my house.
—[POP!] — Hey, Finn.
You —— You look a little nervous.
That's James Baxter out there!
He's an artist.
What ifl say something dumb and he's like,
"Man, that dude is so dumb. Why am I even here?"
Just treat him like a normal guy.
That's what people want, even great artists.
— Okay. Yeah. —
Normal. Normal.
Normal, normal.
So, uh, you got any weekend plans?
You doing anything fun for the weekend?
You're really bad at this, man.
Surely we'll find a patch here, here in the big trash pile.
Uh, you mean the Rag—and—Bone Kingdom.
Hi.
Raggedy Princess!
Can you patch this beach ball?
Looks like that ball requires a rubber patch,
and rubber is the most difficult material to work with.
Most adhesives don't adhere properly.
But in my kingdom, everything can be found
if you poke around enough.
So there's a pristine,
undamaged beach ball here somewhere.
Here. Have some poking sticks.
Bless you, Raggedy Princess.
Come on, BMO!
For James!
Mmm. Sandwich good.
Would you like another one, sir?
Hmm?
Good!
Oh, my Glob! I am so sorry!
Neigh, neigh. Neigh, neigh, neigh. Neigh.
Pbbbt. Neigh?
—[Whim ' per n — Huh? 9]
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Wheel
James.
Baxter.
James.
Baxter.
James Baxter!
James . . . Baaaaaxter.
James. .. Baxter.
Beach ball! Beach ball!
Whoa!
What is it?
Beach ball?
Oh, hey, you guys.
I was just working on some new poems.
They're a little rough,
but as long as you're here just poking around...
"A transfixed world surrounds me
like a monarch with her open wings
held in place with tiny pins."
— — A lifeless Uh...
Is it that bad?
No, it's just really sad.
You remind me of James Baxter
because you are like his opposite.
And since he lost his artist tool, he cannot work.
He will never make anyone happy again!
— — There, there, BMO.
A fellow artist in crisis?
I've been a creative blockhead.
Jake! BMO!
Balls!
Hooray!
We are saved!
Truly, this is a fine kingdom.
Jaaaames Baxxxxterr!
Yeah! All right!
Jaaames Baxterrr!
James Baxter!
Want some soup?
I made it out of ice—cream sandwich.
You're still being weird.
Well, what am I supposed to do?
You got to slap him, dude.
— Wha? — Slap him with some real talk.
— Oh. — Stab him.
What?
With a giant syringe...
Wha?
of respect.
Ohh.
Okay.
Yo! Jaaames Baxteeerrrr!
You're a wonderful, genuine, one—of—a—kind hooooooorse!
And you make so many people happy just by being yoouuu!
So let 9000 of what's Ioooost, man.
It's time for Jaaaaaaaaames Baxter
to make James Baxter happy!
—James? —
BOTH; We did it!
All the beach balls you'll ever need!
All for you, James!
James! James! James!
What?
We're too late!
The world is crud.
Jaaaaames Baxteeer!
James Baxter?
Jaaaaaames Baxterrr!
Oomp—oomp—oomp—oomp!
Jaaames Baxterrr!
Who's he doing that for?
I think —— I think he's doing it for himself.
Jaaames Baxterrr!
Jaaaaaaaaaames Baxterrrr!
I Come along with me I
I And the butterflies and bees I
This party is so crazy!