(mouse squeaks) (penguins chirp) (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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(humming) (grunts) Asiago's like parm.
(humming)
Whoopsies. (blows) (chuckles)
Okay, now easy does it.
(splash) Ohh! (glass shatters)
- (growls) Thanks a lot, dad! - Finn?
What's going on? Is the spaghetti all... Whoa! Finn, what happened?!
I messed up the spaghetti, and then I got mad, and PB's candy arm exploded.
(scoffs) Man, I knew that arm was bogus.
Yeah, it wasn't the greatest. Sorry about the spaghetti, though.
Man, don't worry about you just went through some outrageous beeswax with losing
your favorite arm and et cetera. You can't expect to just bounce right back to normal.
- I can't? - Nah, man! Listen.
All these princesses donating all these gross fake arms...
They mean well, but they're throwing you off your game.
You got to go at your own pace. If you listen deep in your melon heart...
(heart beating) That's where the real instructions are.
My melon wants to punch my dad in the face and steal his arm.
(laughs) Well, those things are bad, so they can't be the real instructions,
but you keep listening. Me... I'm gonna go to the
spaghetti store and buy a new mop head. I'll be back soon.
Just remember... Listen to your melon heart. (sighs)
Melon heart. Melon heart. Man, I don't know. It'd be so easy if I could just
go find him... My dad, that is. That portal he went through after ripping off my favorite
arm went right to outer space. And outer space is up there somewhere... I'm told.
Maybe banana man could help me build a rocket or something, or some stairs or... Something,
Something, something. Or... Or... Or...
Wow, it's like a... like a... like a... Like a magic Finn arm. (energy buzzing)
She's powerful. You must've exploded the candy arm before and made the rock
pile just now. It's almost like I'm trying to tell myself something,
like a message from my melon heart.
(humming) Jake! Jake!
- Oh! I'm so glad you're here. - Afternoon, Princess.
- What's that you're building? - Wait, you don't know?
- I... Might? - Here. Look. It was taped to the tower.
"Jake, I'm going to space to punch my dad and steal his arm.
- Back soon... Finn." Wow, what the he?! - My biggest powerometer back
at the castle was flipping all the way out. It looks like Finn somehow
manifested a sort of telekinetic electro-emotional prosthesis.
Word. Word.
With this much raw power, he could be a danger to himself or others, so I've
quarantined the area till I can coax him down.
- Pbht! T.M.L.O., Princess! - What does that mean?
"That means lay off." Finn's feeling this one out solo-style.
Give the kid a chance.
(whimpering)
♪ Daddy's got an arm and baby's gonna harm his arm by tearing it off his dad. ♪
♪ Baby's building a tower into space, space is where he's gonna find his dad. ♪
♪ Daddy's got an arm and... ♪ (chomp)
♪ Baby's gonna harm his arm by tearing it off his dad. ♪ (whimpering)
♪ Baby's building a tower into space, space is where he's gonna find his dad. ♪
♪ Daddy's got an arm and baby's gonna harm his arm ♪
♪ by tearing it off his dad. ♪
(shrieks) Oh! Hi.
Get out of my house, or I'm gonna face bla-a-a-st you.
Hi!
(rumble, crackling) Whoa.
Yep, yeah. I know you. You're one of those swimmers, right?
- A real swim nut. - What? No. I'm Finn.
Well, you can't swim in me... Not anymore. I'm not water.
- You can't get me up your nose. - Okay. I'm gonna keep going.
I'm gonna keep going... Into here.
♪ Oh, baby's building a tower into space, space where he's gonna find his dad. ♪
(hammer thumping) (blows) Good night, buddy!
I'm proud of you! (whimpering)
(birds chirping)
♪ Baby's building a tower into space to tear off his dad's arm. ♪
♪ From, like, where that round of the arm bone meets that weird flat bone at the ♪
♪ top of the back... Gonna pull that until it comes off... ♪
♪ Baby's building a tower of revenge... ♪
Hey, kid! It's me, again. Carroll. My name's Carroll.
- Finn. - Finn, look, I'm sorry about
blasting you yesterday. Hey, man... Are you really gonna do those things?
Uh... Yeah. For revenge. I think it'll feel good.
I get it. I get it. But let me tell you something...
I used to be water, like a pond or something real wet.
I used to hate people swimming in me... Kicking and stuff. So what did I do?
I evaporated. I got myself out of there.
You should've pulled off their legs.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no. Listen... You have to stop
obsessing about revenge. Hmph. Be like me and run away.
You have to run away and never stop hating your old life. You got to really dwell on it.
- Waaah! - What was that?!
I just thought about my anxieties, it's like my mind-hand touched a hot memory stove.
- Mm, waaah! - Interesting.
Oh, hey, what are your thoughts on melon hearts?
I don't know what you're talking about.
Well, all right, then. I guess I'll see you later.
(whistling) Hey, Jake. Where... Where's Finn?
Finn's just working some stuff out. And that's healthy!
It'shy not healthy! It's bizarre, and he could get hurt!
- Feelings hurt! - Yeah!
- Ehh!
(wheezing) Finn! Hey, what's it like up there?!
I'm thinking I could turn into space ice or something. (wheezing)
(warble!) (gasps) (wheezing)
Dad! (groans) Oh, man! My nogmaster.
Hello? Hel... Oh! (stifled laugh)
- Hey! Hey, dad. - Huh? Oh, good! You're awake.
Mmm! Gotcha! (laughs) (creak!)
Give... Give it. Give me the... Give me. Give it. (moaning)
My... my favorite arm. Oh, no!
(sighs) Bu-u-u-tts.
- Butts. - Didn't help much, did it?
- No. Wait. What? - Bong, bong!
- Sorry, buddy. - PB?! Wait, where am I?
We're in the Candy Kingdom fallout shelter.
I brought you here after you passed out on the tower.
You were hallucinating like crazy, so it was really easy to trick you.
I figured you'd thank me later after you learned your lesson.
- Right. Right. - And look... The arm is gone, too.
- See? So, what do you think? - Mmm.
(heart beating) Yeah, okay. Thanks, Princess.
(snoring) (whimpers)
Oh, hey, buddy, you're back. How you feeling?
Um... Neutral, I guess.
I don't want to punch my dad anymore.
Ha ha! That's great! You can always trust the old melon heart to get you through.
So, I guess we won't be needing this thing anymore.
- You want to do the honors? - Yes, I do.
(rumbling)
Aaah! My arm!