Adventure Time

Finn: Squish.

Photosynthesize!

Photosynthesize!

Photo-- You grabbing a snack, Fern?

Yeah.

Water and light combine so I can make my own food.

In case I don't catch anything.

Come on, man. Don't be so dow --

Hey, I got something!

Hey, I got something, too!

Nice.

Oh, no! Oh, no! Oh, no!

Pretty weird fish, huh?

That's me -- the dude who dinks it up,

just like I dinked it up when you left Ooo.

I was supposed to protect it.

Instead, it went all crazy.

I didn't even help.

I just covered myself in root beer

and danced around like a dummy.

I can't do anything right!

Hey, stop it.

You need a squoze?

Yes.

I feel better.

Sometimes being a good dude ain't about not dinking it.

Learn from your dinks.

Like, you know my first battle with a giant?

I never told anybody this, but --

You boom-boomed in your shorts.

I know. I have your memories.

Yeah, I boom-boomed.

The point is I learned from it, and now I'm Finn.

You got to learn how to be Fern.

Both: What's that sound?

Oh, I bet it's a monster.

Let's fight this dude Fern's way.

Yeah. Fern's way.

Aaaaah!

Both: Sweet P? Waaaah!

Both: Whoa!

Sweet P: Aaaaaaaaaaaah! Both:

Waaaaaaaaaaaaaah!

Okay, Fern, what do you think we should do next?

Mm, sever his tendons?

Before you say no, it would stop him from running.

We're gonna handle this librarian style.

Shh.

Librarian. Kiss.

You can renew the book and bring it back next week.

Library style.

Squ-o-o-oze.

Ooh.

Mm. Great thinking, Fern.

I just copied you. Is that thinking?

What up, buttercup? Why you run, pork bun?

The monster!

Was it LSP?

The monster that whispers me bad thoughts.

Sweet P: Mommy and Daddy came to save me,

but they said I was imagining things,

which was true.

Sweet P: But last night, I really did see it.

And I've been running and running since then.

Aww, Sweet P.

It sounds like you might just be having bad dreams.

No, I only have one dream anymore.

Uhh...

But the whisper monster is even scarier,

saying stuff like, "Sweet P, you're bad.

You always have been bad."

I don't want to be bad.

Oh, you're not bad. You're super good.

Now, let's get you home.

But it's getting late,

and bogs are super dangerous to travel in at night.

Your body will be preserved for thousands of years.

No one will ever find you.

Fern!

Okay, okay, we'll see you in the morning, Tree Trunks.

All right, bedtime, Sweet P.

You want me to knock him out?

Er, not this time. How about a bedtime story?

Yes, please.

Once there was a kingdom of spaghetti.

Mmm.

Punch, punch.

Kiss, kiss.

The Lich: Listen to your bones.

Fern.

Fern!

Hey. What's up?

I heard something.

Can you see what it is with your tree senses?

I don't have those.

Uh, can I help you?

Oh, sorry.

We heard you scuttling around and thought --

What?

You didn't hear me "scuttling around."

Foxes are silent hunters.

I mean, geez, do you know how rude that is?

Gonna be brooding about this all week.

Sorry, man.

Look.

Aah! Get off him!

Lich Hand: Huh?

Aah!