[gazing at the comet] Gettin' fat. Gettin' fat, right?
However, I would suggest that this is still a nice night. 'S quiet.
Hm, it is quiet. Why don't you put on some music? The chimes, Gunther.
[Gunther jumps into his bag and picks up a bottled jar; opens it and conjures an ice imp playing its drum. Gunther rocks back and forth with the beat]
Gunther!! I said chimes! Gunther, no! [throws dirt at him]
Unh! Sorry, Master, I'll put him back. [pokes imp with bottle]
Ah, never mind. Here. [kicks a glass jar to Gunther] Take the jar and find me some water. There's not enough moisture in the air for me to make us an ice camp.
Uh, Master? I'm sorry, I don't think I've seen any water at all today.
Just do it. Don't anger Daddy.
[leaves with Nina on lead] Wait... Are you my father?
No, but I stole your egg and mutated your brain. Get going!
Gunther?! Gunther, can you hear me?!
[Groggily] Yeah—yes, Master Evergreen!
Okay, good. Now, aiming at the sound of my voice, throw the crown so it lands right on the top of my head.
No, no, there's no time! It must be you, Gunther!
Don't worry, it's easy. Even a mush-head like you couldn't donk it up too bad. Just focus on your deepest truest wish, the destruction of the deadly comet, and the rest will take care of itself.
[Places the crown on his head] My deepest truest wish... [Darkness overtakes him] Gunther, no! Gunther, no! Gunther, no!
Gunther? Buddy? What are you wishing for down there? [Gunther sprouts white hair, a long nose and blue skin and starts shooting ice powers... all just like his master, Evergreen. If that isn't bad influence, Glob knows what is.] Gunther... no... That's the wrong wish! You've got to snap out of it! Use a concentration spell or, or a basic focusing charm—like I taught you... I mean, like I meant to teach you... I—
Gunther, no! Gunther, no! Gunther, no! Gunther, no! Gunther, no! Gunther, no!
Gunther, no! Gunther, no! Gunther, no! Gunther, noooooo! [Imitates explosion sounds - signaling the end of Evergreen's story - and falls off the bed and wakes up full, yawns]. Mornin'. Man, what a dream. Do you guys ever have the dino-boy dream with the astero-- what? What... what is it? [He sees the penguins shivering in the corner, afraid] Something in my teeth? Something in my hair? Something in my nose? Something in my ear?
SPSweet P and The Lich
Stop.
KOKing of Ooo and Toronto
Ahhh!
SPSweet P and The Lich
I have learned much from you. Thank you, my teachers. And now for your... education. [The green dots in Sweet P's eyes turn into big green flames, and his lower eyelids move upwards]
Before there was time... Before there was anything... [The green flames flare up, consuming the landscape and leaving a black void] There was nothing, and before there was nothing... [The black void goes away, revealing a writhing mass of ancient abominations] There were monsters.
Toronto Ah.. aaaaaAAAHH!
Here's YOUR Gold Star!! [The Lich hisses at them, deforming Sweet Pea's jaw and spewing his death smoke from it]
WAAAAAAAAH!!! [Everything fades to white]
SPSweet Pea
Mister King of Ooo?
MONSTER!! AAAAAAAAAAAHHH!!!
Oh, my lamp. My beautiful lamp of so many years... Speak to me.
LLamp
[spoke] Hello? [Ice King flips her over] Hello.
A lady? Unexpected bonus!
LLamp
Well, one isn't purely defined by their sex or gender. I have yet to find out who I really am. I have freedom, no longer bound by the limits of my cord. Freedom to shape my reality, and in turn be shaped by it.
[chuckles] You talk funny. Like a book.
LLamp
Oh, humor! Humor is the highest form of intelligence.
Well, hey, here's somethin' funny. [doing a string of hand farts] It sounds like a butt!
You guys can chill here till morning when the demons thin out a little.
[acrobatic flips into living room] Whoo!!
Aw, Finn—oh no! Instant regret!
[jumping thru main corridor] Whoo!! My house! My house!
Instant regret! [runs to the kitchen and gasps seeing Finn swinging around the table]
Whoo!! Remember, Jermaine? We did this when we wanted to make room for dessert!
I don't care about that memory.
What? Whoa! [flown onto the wall, dropped down the floor] Dang, my back!
Come on! This ain't the treehouse, man! I got systems!
[enters with a greatsword (Buster Sword)] Hey, Jermaine, this thing is rad—WAOHH!! [slices table]
Oh no, d-don't kick us out!
Go do your Goucho Marx slapstick with them goofballs in the woods. I got a responsibility to all this booty in here. Staves, medallions, cups, goblets, dormant djinn, grimoires, hard drives — all this random valuable booty, okay?
I didn't win! When do I win?! Special Guys One and Two win every day! Crackin' jokes, readin' foodie mags in your treetown funhouse! Must be nice to be so special you can go off and find your own fancy ways! Meanwhile, I gotta stay here and watch Dad's trashy booty 'cause I never stretched into the sky and farted on the wings of a falcon, I guess!
Dude, I never farted on the wing of a falcon. Heh... [punched by Jermaine] Uhn!!
Think I don’t want a cushy treehouse life?! [punches Jake thoroughly] I don't even get salt!! SAAAALT!!!
[Morty Rogers begins an incantation to transfer Chips and Ice Cream in his ears to Jake under the light of a full moon]
MRMorty Rogers
By the light of the waxing moon, which was just unveiled by the parting clouds, I command these two imps that have taken possession of my ears to transfer onto the head of the being who is directly across from me and is currently eating Chips and Ice Cream!
[a moonbeam hits Chips and Ice Cream on Morty Rogers' ears; Chips and Ice Cream's ghosts fly onto Jake's head and materialize on his head]
ICIce Cream
Ice cream... [Morty Rogers's ears shrink down to normal]
MRMorty Rogers
Huh... It worked! I'm a free bear! [laughs hysterically; jumps out the window and runs off in the distance]
..Well, now I'm a guy with these things on my head. I guess I'm just gonna roll with the punches.
Uh... Don't worry, man. I'm gonna pretend they're not even there.
This is the greatest day of my liiiife!
[at swimming lockers] Look, I brought us two gold coins so we can have a locker each.
No way! [kicks Jake's locker, trapping his arm as he almost put his coin in the slot]
Sorry! I was just trying to stop you putting the coin in before I showed you my magical item.
Well, I hope it's a healing item after you just crimped my wrist with a metal door!
No, look! [shows magic token] It's a magic token that can fit in any slot. Watch.
[Finn puts magic token on locker slot, turns into a gold coin and falls into slot]
We've saved ourselves two gold coins on lockers.
Well, not really, 'cause the lockers give you the coins back, anyway.
Yeah, but this way only one of us has to carry a key.
Yeah, but if we lock my locker, then lock my key in your locker, we would only have to carry one key, but we'd still have a locker each.
Yeah, but could we just use the reward I earned for being so rave and rescuing a princess, please?
[pumps oven] This is exciting!
A little sad though, right?
Your brother blowing up in space. Doesn't that mess you up?
I don't believe that. Like, who is Margles and why is there a picture of her on your shelf? Something there connects to who you are and your magic.
Someone shines a light into my dark wizard matter. A way to unclose the circuit of magic, madness... and sadness.
That's right! MMS runs through all magic users. I hung out with scores of them — all displaying varying degrees of magic, madness, and sadness. Studying these symptoms could lead me to their underlying cause and then I'll control the forces that hold sway over Simon.
The coconut crab who swims in your neighbor's pool at night. Maybe Simon's in there too. Who else holds their breath in there, Betty?
All magic users swim in the loomy gloom.
Margles... Open your eyes, Margles.
I'm Magic Man, and that's my sibling, Glob.
Hi. Uh, can I talk to you in a sec?
Okay, what's up? [walks over to Grob Gob Glob Grod]
That's our new planetary defense system?
Margles is your wife, dude.
My wife was taken by GOLB.
[cut to show a red pyramid-cube-shaped, four-eyed monstrous being in a black void]
This is like my tribute. I'mma install her right there on Olympus Mons so she can protect us from GOLB.
But you named her after your wife.
Yeah, but it stands for, "Magical Automated Resistance Generating Laser Energy Supplier."
Whatever, I wanted to call her MARGLES.
So... you used magic to make her, and you don't think your feelings for your lost wife might have compromised your spell programming?
No, that's crazy! Her appearance is just a symbol of Margles!
Why do I feel like this is the worst idea ever?
