Adventure Time

Get it, get it!

Get him out!

Don't you ever let me catch you here again.

Did he get you with his poison stingers?

No! I got a splinter from the door.

Let me see.

Wow, that's a tiny splinter.

But it hurts!

I'm going to need some...

Fingerprotection!

- Thanks, Choose Goose. - I am Choose Goose.

Come back for some juice!

- Man, I am so protected right now. - That is mighty thick.

Go on, hit me!

Hey, guys! Check this out!

Dude, hit me.

On my armor!

That is but a thimble!

This...

is real armor.

Sir Slicer!

Who is the one that bears the thimble?

This dude.

You foolish boy.

Without full body armor, you're weak! You do not look...

Choose Goose, I need more armor.

I've got something for you, a metal shoe!

Don't you know you might stub your toe?

No Choose Goose, I need...

Look here your To this one to protect your butt.

To his butt! Protect his butt!

No Choose Goose, I want...

Don't be meek. What if you fall down and scrape your cheek?

Look at his butt! Look at his butt!

Choose Goose, I want the most...

armor you have!

Have a look!

- I'll take that one. - Wonderful.

I'll need a trade of equal value. I'll take the head of your dog friend.

Say what?

No way. Choose Goose, this stuff is overpriced.

No money for me?

How about a poem for free?

A poem?

If you can decipher the poem and complete the trials,

you will receive the magical Armor of Zeldron.

It is foretold to be totally...

Skadow!

Your quest begins in the marsh over the hill.

- Ah, yes! I'm gonna get that armor! - Yeah, man, you're gonna do it.

Good luck exposing your soft,

vanilla-strawberry skin to the elements, dork!

Later, loosers.

He's just jealous that I'm gonna have cooler armor than him.

Yeah, what a bumbleberry?

What's the poem say?

"The sun nibbles on the clouds, and gum drop tears rain down"

I don't get it.

It means that we have to cross that swamp.

How'd you understand that?

You don't just read the poetry to understand it.

You got to feel it.

Trust me, dude, I'm smarter than everyone.

- Now get in there! - You're not coming?

No way, man.

This armor thing is your deal. I'll wait for you on the other side.

This place will be a piece of...

Oh, my gosh, I'm so sorry!

My most private parts peeped by a boy!

- Pervert! - I'm not a pervert!

You should be ashamed of yourself!

I'm sorry! I'm sorry!

- My privates! - I'm sorry!

- My privates! - I'm sorry!

- You okay, man? - No!

What's the matter, crimson cheeks?

Feeling a little embarrassed

in the swamp of embarrassment?

You're so red, you look like a tomato.

We'll see who's embarrassed

when I get that armor! What does the poem say?

"The meadow weeps as morning sings of milk and honey and things to come"

What does that even?

It means we have to silence,

the echoing in the woods.

Oh, man! I don't know how to silence that!

All right, I'll handle this one, dude.

No. This is my burden.

Then just make her think it's her idea.

That's how you make the ladies do what you want.

Hey, monster lady!

Stop crying!

Stop crying because that's what you want to do!