Adventure Time

Okay, we'll find the crown, grab the jewel,

and then give a couple tugs on the skyhooks!

Got it!

Here's some trail mix for the road!

You think Betty and Simon hanging out is a good thing?

Totally.

They're two wackadoo peas in a wackadoodle pod.

Something about it makes me feel weird in the ethics.

Well, you don't want to stare at happiness too hard, you know?

Why?

'Cause it stares back, man.

Slime Town is mad nasty.

Let's blend in.

Yeesh.

This smells like the locker room of a gym for dead fish.

Eh, you get used to it, though.

That's the great thing about smells.

Man, where is everyone?

Skate size?

Uh, 10.

Universal.

Aw, man!

Okay, you look dope.

Whoa.

Slime Princess got big.

DJ Plop -- DJ-DJ Plop Drops!

Get ready to plop drooop!

Jake, look!

The crown!

Harness me, bro.

Gonna get that jewel!

Re-re-re-rejected!

Her slime's tougher than it looks.

Finn, Jake!

Over here!

LSP!

I'm not LSP anymore. I'm LSP.

Oh, 'cause you're Lumpy Slime Princess.

Bingo!

You guys on a team yet?

Why do we need teams?

No, you can't be on my team.

Me and Spurtle Princess are gonna win it all.

Right, girls?

What are -- What are you...?

Oh, Glob!

What's going on?

Blechfast Princess, Bileberry Princess,

and Hot Blob Princess are about to skate.

The Snack Pack!

Oh, yay. The snack hacks are here.

Snack hacks. Did you hear that?

Party splat.

You got something to say?

Snack Pack, more like...

Stink Pack!

Ooh. Ooh. Ooh. Ooh.

We challenge you to a skate battle!

Skate battle! Byow-byow-byow!

Wawawa!

Classic street slime rules --

quack grinds, sheering the duck,

or insincere hot-dogging

will result in instant disqualification!

First up....

The Bearnicks!

Move over, Party Splat.

Time for the Midnight Snack.

Mid!

Night!

Snack!

Ah.

And the winner is...

Wawa!

Snack Pack!

As always, the prize is absorption

into the body of our bumpin' leader.

Isn't assimilation amazing?

No! It's horrifying.

It might be comfy,

like a hug that turns you into a hug.

What happens to the losers?

They go in the losers' cage,

and they're stripped of their skating rights!

Oh.

New plan!

-We enter the contest... -Yeah.

-...win... -Of course.

...then I grab the jewel

and you stretch us on out of that bod.

Won't we get absorbed, though?

We'll just believe in ourselves way too much.

She can't absorb us if we're self-absorbed.

Okay, but you need a three-person team to compete,

and I'm taken!

What?

We had a vote and you're out.

But I'm the plucky underdog!

No, you're just terrible.

Abracajamiel can do the splits.

Whoo!

Whatever!

Nyah!