- [Mouse squeaks] - [Penguins chirp]
- [All cheering] - [Screeches]
♪ Adventure time ♪ ♪ Come on, grab your friends ♪
♪ We'll go to very distant lands ♪
♪ With Jake the dog and Finn the human ♪
♪ The fun will never end ♪ ♪ It's adventure time ♪
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- Commence dinner. - [All munching]
- Dinner is concluded. - Concluded.
Up.
- Ooh! - Mm.
Lights out!
- [Tearing] - Huh?!
[Tearing continues]
- [Roar in distance] - Uhhhh-aaah!
Bye!
[Both snoring]
Better get up here, Jake.
- Its about to happen. - Coming!
Just got to get this cocoa pipin'.
Your loss, man.
The dap of the heavens only happens every 20 years. [Twinkle!]
Oh, man. It's going down. [Crash!]
Okay. Let's watch some stars.
Hmm. You missed it. It was honestly a little disappointing.
Oh. Okay.
Hey, man, I think I hear something weird over there
- with my little doggy ears. - [Mid-tempo music playing]
Phew! Oh, my glob!
You are killing, Cinnamon Bun! This routine is locked up!
Oh! Thank you, princess. You are also killing.
You mean flame princess?
Naw, man. What I heard didn't sound like her.
Give me a peek on there.
This is pretty much just a tube.
Huh. It's Lemongrab.
Uh, Lemongrab?! What's he up to at this time of night?
Uh... It looks like he's headed for the mountain of Matthew.
I hear Beaucoup Spookoo legends about that place.
Beaucoup Spookoo, you say?
- We should follow him. - Huh?
How come you care where Lemongrab goes?
He could... you know, he could be messing with crazy
mystic power at that mountain.
It's like seeing a baby playing with dynamite.
Plus, seeing flame princess kind of messed me up.
Now I got to distract myself with work.
Okay, okay. I feel you. Let's do some things.
There's his lemon camel.
Lemongrease must be inside already.
- Whoa! - Come on, man!
Nope. Nope. Nuh-unh.
Dang it! Quit bustin' my buns!
You have no beeswax in the mountain of Matthew, supple yellow dog.
But you, plucky adolescent...
- You have way-cray beeswax. - [Groans]
- You gonna be okay by yourself? - Yeah, man.
Okay. Just gonna sit down over here...
Not even.
Dong it!
[Whimpers]
Rocks. Dripping water.
More rocks. Oh, I'm becoming stressed!
- Continue forward. - Hmm?
To reach me, you must choose correctly.
Aah!
Come, Earl of Lemongrab! Let us play the game of catch.
- I am eager to relate to you. - Yes. I desire this, as well.
- Huh? - Thank you! Thank you all!
As your younger, more relatable new ruler, I shall endeavor
to undo all the order imposed by my predecessor!
- [All cheering] - I unaccept!
No, Lemongrab! You are unacceptable!
Prepare to be served in a pitcher by a little child!
What a wondrous time you've experienced, and tomorrow
there will be more adventures to be had for little lemonsweets.
- Ooh, wave farewell! - What a lucky little boy you
- are to live so gaily. - Lemonsweets.
- Choose. - Ohh!
- Lemongrab! - We understand your styles.
We are of the same styles.
[Laughs] [Playing upbeat melody]
- Eee! Aaaaaaaaaaah! - No!
It is my love that he prefers! He is spiteful of your love!
Don't hurt him! Ohhh!
[Breathing heavily] What?
[Grunts] No!
[Both shouting indistinctly] [Grunts]
Ohhh! Aaaah!
Ohhhh! I'm inside you!
Aaaaah! [Grunts]
Mnh. Sticky. [Groans] Gross!
Aww! What is this?
Aaaah! Why?! Ohh! Shoosh!
[Grunting]
Okay.
[Groaning] Whoa! Ohh! Whoa!
[Grunts] Whoa! Whoa! Oh, whoa! Gross!
Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! [Gasps]
Blackness all over! Rolling in grease!
You want to humiliate me?! Whoop! [Grunts]
- Taste the grease, Lemongrab. - Okay.
- It's lemony. - Look up, man.
[Grunts] Aaaaaah!
- I am grease?! - Lemongrab, where you at?!
Uh, cool.
To reach me, you must choose correctly.
Who's that... Matthew? Whuh-oh!
Yo, get up, C.B.! This routine's got to be
- high-level outside the box! - Hey, Finn, quick...
Be me, bro! Be me, bro!
Oh, yeah! It's time, BMO!
- What is it? I can't smell. - Finn cakes, boy!
- Yummy! Ooh. - Yo. Dang. Finn cakes.
- That's not fair. - Okay. Goodbye, lemongrease.
- Goodbye, where? - Goodbye from my grease body
into the blackness, where only my pure essence can go!
Up-up, BMO. Finn always gets the first Finn cake.
- Yo, give me a break. - Pure essence! Eject!
[Squish!] Blorg! Bleject!
Lemongrab! Huh?
Whoo!
Later, spirit bro.
[Grunts] Huh?
What the heck am I running on? Oh, whoa! Whoa!
Whoa!
Cool.
[Chuckles] [Laughs]
- Lemongrab, you okay?! - Finn, don't mess me up.
- Hi, Finn. - You're Matthew, huh?
[Shing!] Your rep precedes you, bro.
- "Proceeds"? - What kind of rep?
Some stuff Jake said that I interpreted as negative.
Well, ask yourself if that feels right.
What do you say, guy?
The meat bodies who've journeyed to this mountain have
distilled themselves to their original source materials and
- now exist in oneness. - Oneness?
- That's you, bro? - I keep adding to myself until
the second age of terror, when I will emerge in my final form
- and restore the world. - That's why you're here, L.G.
- To merge with Matthew? - It is one option to know
- the ecstasy of my ego death. - Oh.
Well, nice knowing you? I mean, I know you got issues.
- But you're, uh... - I know.
- Are you sure, though? - Here's my other option.
You see these? Lemonjons?
- Uh-oh. - These lemonjons are me,
- and I wonder if they can destroy you. - Ooh, boy.
- Lemongrab, hold up! - If you are the head that
Blooms atop the ziggurat,
then the stairs that lead to you must be infinite!
Careful with those metaphors, bro!
- Infinite stairs are unacceptable! - [Gulps, gasps]
- Ohh. Aaaaah! - Ooh! Whoa!
Whoa! Geez! [All groaning]
Oh, no, bro! Heck, no, bro!
- Aaaah! - Yo!
- Smash that Lemongrab! - [All shouting indistinctly]
- Try it, grease! - [Shouting continues]
Yes! Pow! Yeah! I got you, bro!
Why are you being so opaque about not letting me in there?
Well, get out a pen and paper
and I'll school you on this biz. [Boom!]
- Gol' ding! - Dude, I was gonna ask
- him to move. - Oh.
Yo, class, hold on. Uh...
- [All moaning] - I'm done! Let's go!
- Okay. Here we are. - Bye!
Aaaaaah!
[Munching] [Spits]
[Splat!]
Yo, yo! It's grease!