Adventure Time: Distant Lands

All citizens of the Candy Kingdom.

Oh, my glob.

Did you know there are more stars in the sky

than there are grains of sand in the sky?

It's true.

This is a rare giant asteroid

made entirely of heavy metal.

His name is Lars Darksaber.

I don't know any of these guys.

Whoa! Look at that big boy go!

That's gotta be the biggest comet I ever did...

I...

What the heck?

Let's forget we saw this.

Just another ineffable mystery in a universe full of mysteries.

I wrote this song for my hat!

Aaaaaaaaah!

Anybody get mashed?

Alert! Alert!

Time to make the doughnuts.

Boy, that meteoroid storm was scary.

There probably won't be scary cool things on Mars.

It will just be me, alone.

You'll always have me, BMO.

Yes, Football, but I meant new, interesting people.

Hi.

You can stretch!

Do you talk?

Hmm.

Well, you are round and green,

so I'm going to call you Olive,

after my favorite type of bread.

My name is BMO.

You like what you see, huh?

You've got good taste.

Huh? What are you doing?

That was Mars!

We are going the wrong way!

Olive!

So trippy!

Oh, no, no, no!

The stars are all jacked!

Olive, you interfered with my mission!

Okay, I changed my mind!

You can interfere, Olive!

Please!

15 minutes have elapsed.

Subject continues to struggle like a dum-dum.

Its attempts are pitiful.

But I am sworn not to interfere.

Y4, report!

I found a weird bug bot on a rock.

Ah, Hugo's not gonna care about that.

Don't come back until you find something useful.

Yes, ma'am.

This is great!

New entry.

Gray Elves and Shell People are squaring off

over a newly excavated site.

But which side will prevail?

Do the less-dominant Shells fail to grasp

the importance of the Elves' unity mission?

Elves! By the laws of the Drift,

we assert our claim to this very sweet photon transmogger.

Heck, no, Cole.

The transmogger belongs to Mr. M.

I have the receipt.

From you. You sold it, man.

That never happened!

And/or I don't remember doing it!

WE need that part!

I challenge you to a drift duel.

One-on-one, Cole.

Last man standing gets the transmogger,

AKA me.

Oh, you think you're so tough with your lava blaster.

But it's no match for my...

Stink sacs!

Such a rare and majestic sight.

Ew! No, thank you.

Ooh, stink you right up.

On the count of five.

One, two, thr...

Now, Lenny Longlegs!

Hey, you're cheating!

This is it!

Ha, ha! The Elves stand victorious ag...

It's ruined!

No! No! No! No!

Aaaaah! Aaaaah! Aaaaah! Aaaaah!

Phew! I thought that I was toast bread for sure.

But I'm completely uninjured!

Lucky I didn't crash into anything important.

Ha! You weird babies.

That's nothing to cry about.

It's just garbage trash.

Shelves!

I... Ugh, I mean Elves and Shells,

I propose a truce.

Let us put aside our conflict.

Good babies.

Let us join our forces,

and together, united,

destroy that little robot!

What?

Oh, no.

- Get him! - After the robot!

But I'm so cute.

- Huh? - Get them!

You're a rabbit!

- Get him! - Aaah!

Aah!

They have terrible aim.

Keep both eyes open!

Robot, what the heck?

Cheese, I'm in trouble!

We'll go around!

Hup!

Aaaah!

Ah!

Blah, why did I interfere?

Oh, stupid, stupid, stupid!

Tantrum babies.

Aah! S-Sorry! Sorry!

Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry!

Don't hate me!

Ah!

Move over!

I'm stuck.

Mr. M?

Well?

Where's the transmogger?

Some little bot came outta nowhere a-and trashed it.

But we'll track him down, sir.

Forget him! Go back

and see if you can salvage the pieces.

Shouldn't we report this to Hugo?

Oh! No need to worry.

I'll take care of that personally.

Field log, supplementary.

After, uh, thoughtful consideration,

I've scientifically decided to take the alien robot in

for further study, scientifically.

So beautiful!

More Olives?

Finally!

Huh? Where are we?

My secret lab.

A secret lab?

A secret lab!

It's just how I've always pictured it,

for the last two minutes.

There's gotta be an "off" switch somewhere.

Aah! Don't look at my bottom!

It can simulate embarrassment.

Its maker must have been a weirdo.

I'm a self-made man.

But who are you?

You can call me Y4, if you must.

No, that's boring.

I will call you Harmonica.

I don't like that.

It's funny, though.

I have thought about calling myself something else.

Yeah, that's what I did.

I called myself BMO, and the rest is history.

Really?

'Cause it looks like it's just printed on your side there.

Okay, thank you.

Pick a name now. Okay.

Hypothetically, how about Wiiii...

Five?

I love it!

Y5 will take care of that.

I feel great about this new name.

Begin science log.

The alien robot entity's arm node

seems to be attached by a galaxy standard bolt.

There we go.

Good as new.

Hello, BMO.

I guess I gotta knock you out now.

For science.

Oh.

He's yours?

BMO is his own big boy, thank you.

That old maintenance droid seems to think you're important.

Olive?

She's a no-good-for-nothing troublemaker.

Don't give me that puppy eye!

Serious?

What's the worst a li'l robot can do?

You know, you guys don't really have to hang around.

Pssh! That dang robot has to come back

to this ship eventually.

Bob, do you have any threes?

Uh, go fish.

My winning hand!

I got a bad feeling.

Woop, woop, woop, woop!