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♪ Adventure time, come on, grab your friends, we'll go to very distant lands. ♪
♪ With Jake the dog and Finn the human ♪
♪ the fun will never end. It's adventure time! ♪
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- Willy! Willy! - Willy! Oh, Willy!
Shh! (crying) There it is!
(crying) The weeping Willy. (whimpers)
One drop of its rare sap can flavor an entire stock pot of soup!
Danger, danger! Woop, woop! Loose gravel!
- James? - Look out, Princess!
Vrrt-vrrt-vrrt! Choo! (grunts) (splash) (all gasp) (screaming)
- James! - Remember me! (ting!)
Oh, not this again!
I'm registering mondo mega rads down there. (stammering)
Huh? Oh, my garf! What are they?!
- They're toxic creatures from another time. - It can't end like this.
(monsters growling) James! I wanted to do it.
Why didn't you let me?
Someone was going to have to eat the big one to save the others.
And even though he is gone and it's super sad, I would like to
honor James... With this new James I whipped up in the lab!
- Jeet! - Here you go, James. An award for bravery.
Let's hear it for James! (cheers and applause)
Wow, James sacrificed his life for you again, PB.
Yeah, that's like the 25th time, right?
Obviously, you'll have to re-clone him.
- Totes. - No, hold up.
This ground is perfectly solid.
- There's no loose gravel here. - So what? Clone him up, girl.
James is too reckless. I can't reward this kind of
foolish behavior forever. It's time James takes his eternal nap.
- But it's James! - Come on, P-Bog! Don't be all cold-hearty!
I'm putting my foot down. There will be no more Jameses.
- No. - I'm sorry. Look, I need you guys to go to
James' apartment and box up his stuff.
And remember the time James saved PB from that contaminated cupcake?
Yeah. He ate that whole cupcake. What a guy!
(all imitating machines) Is this... James heaven?
(growls) Jameses!
All right. Who's in charge here?
- James. - Um, I'm James number two.
The original James got all goopy in the desert.
Explain this biz, James II.
Well, I was lonely! I knew Princess Bubs would make
a new James if, you know... If James died a hero. So...
- You faked your own death? - Yeah. (chuckles)
I just wanted a friend, someone who gets me! Vrrt. Beoop.
- James! - Plus, each time I get
Kerplonked, I get another shiny medal. And why have two medals when you
can have all the medals?! Medals, medals, medals!
Dude, I've been to your funeral like 25 times.
What? The medals make me happy.
Plus... plus, it's a constant party here in... Jamestown!
- Vrrt, vrrt, vrrt! - PB ain't gonna like this.
- Mnh-mnh. - Wait! Don't tell her!
I'll give you a medal.
Nah, man! PB's no dummy. She'll find out. It's only a matter of time.
We like you, James. But you're on your own. We're gonna sit this one out.
(door shuts) Vrrt, vrrt, vrrt! (both laughing)
This should be good. (whistling) (whispering)
There's Princess Bubblegum!
Hey! (smashing) Stop running!
You rascals, get back here! You all are in so much trouble! (Jameses screaming)
- Ja-a-a-a-mes! (laughs) - What a show!
Very enjoyable.
(growling) Vrrt... Vrrt... Vrrt... Vrrt... Vrrt, vrrt... (indistinct growling)
(all growling)
Okay, who's the banana guard leader for this week?
I'm the leader.
This picture should help you find the Jameses.
Hey, guys, it's a picture of one of the perpetrators.
- Take a good look. - Ooh!
There's 25 of them.
I need to see the other 24 pictures.
- Nope, you only need that one. - What?!
How could one picture identify 25 perpetrators?
It's because they all look the same.
Oh, okay. I see. There's 25 of them!
- They all look like this guy! - Uh, how can 25 guys look like one guy?
- You mean they're vigintiquintuplets? - You mean they're vigintiquintuplets?
No. They're clones.
- What are clones? (sighs) - A group of organisms or cells
produced asexually from one ancestor or stock to which they are genetically identical.
- How did that happen? - It's a long story.
- I love long stories. - Gah!
- There's no time! - And they're not brothers?
No, they're not brothers.
They're clones! (Finn and Jake cackling)
Hey! Get down here and help me!
(sighs) (muttering)
Vigintiquintuplets, I'm telling you...
What are you doing? Why aren't you helping?
Come on, Peebs! Just sit here with us for five minutes.
- Why? - Come on! Five minutes.
- (sighs) Huh? - Maybe just a brick.
- Hey, you! Stop! - Yeah?
Have you seen this guy? (grunting) (chuckles)
- I have to admit it's fun to watch. - Hmm...
- You two, stop, too! Show them the picture. - All right.
- Have you guys seen this guy? - Hmm, hmm.
- Let me see that picture again. - Here you go!
Hmm. Hmm. What's your name?
- James. - What's your name?
- James. - James.
- You're all named James.
- Is it because you guys look alike? - I guess so.
You know, I was telling this to the guys. If... if we look alike, we
should just have the same name. It would just make it a little easier... life, that is.
It would make life... A little easier. Uh, give me a second.
Same name, look alike. You really look alike. Brothers! You're all brothers?!
- No, I don't think so. - One, two, three, four, five, six, seven...
25. If you're counting how many of us look alike, there's 25.
Hmm. 25... Not brothers...
No, they're not brothers. They're clones!
I think these are the 25 guys that are not brothers. The perpetrators! Capture them!
(all yelling) (all laughing)
Where'd they go?
- It's them! - Woop, woop, woop!
(all growling, groani) Vrrt, vrrt, vrrt... (clanking, scraping)
What?
- Gotcha! (Jameses groaning) - Okay, fun's over.
You're not heroes! You don't deserve these medals.
- Wah! No fair. - Evil presence detected! (gasps) Evil!
(all growling) Protect the Kingdom!
Okay! (imitating sirens) (Jameses groan)
- Aah! Can't fight! - Yoink! Hey!
(yells) (hiss) Huh?
Don't touch the monsters. They'll melt you!
- Huh? (all yell) (groans) - Oh, my jerbs!
Jake, let's help these candy orphans! Hey, kids!
Evil.
Man, we do deserve them medals.
It's not like she can give them to someone else.
- I wrote my name on all of them! - Yeah, so did I.
- Aah! - Princess! (growling)
- Help! - PB!
Come on! We'll show her!
(all yelling) (growls) Princess...
- (gasps) Original James? - James are a heroes!
See? Vrow-w-w-w!
- Yeah, I'm a save the day! - I, as well!
- For the good of the many! - Check out my selfless act!
- Me, too! So selfless! - All for one, and one for James!
- (gurgling) Mother of grob! - Vrrt, vrrt, vrrt, vrrt, vrrt,
vrrt, vrrt, vrrt, vrrt, vrrt... We told you we were heroes!
I hereby award the... Jameses. These medals for bravery.
Dat's my boi, Jameses!
Now for your new assignment, Jameses.
Go unto the wastelands, and never come back.
What-a-wha...?
Do it, and I'll send you a medal every day.
- Yay! - Come on, every-James!
(chanting) Medals! Medals! Medals! Medals! Medals!
Huh... I'm not gonna miss him.
(humming) (grunts) Asiago's like parm.
(humming)
Whoopsies. (blows) (chuckles)
Okay, now easy does it.
(splash) Ohh! (glass shatters)
- (growls) Thanks a lot, dad! - Finn?
What's going on? Is the spaghetti all... Whoa! Finn, what happened?!
I messed up the spaghetti, and then I got mad, and PB's candy arm exploded.
(scoffs) Man, I knew that arm was bogus.
Yeah, it wasn't the greatest. Sorry about the spaghetti, though.
Man, don't worry about you just went through some outrageous beeswax with losing
your favorite arm and et cetera. You can't expect to just bounce right back to normal.
- I can't? - Nah, man! Listen.
All these princesses donating all these gross fake arms...
They mean well, but they're throwing you off your game.
You got to go at your own pace. If you listen deep in your melon heart...
(heart beating) That's where the real instructions are.
My melon wants to punch my dad in the face and steal his arm.
(laughs) Well, those things are bad, so they can't be the real instructions,
but you keep listening. Me... I'm gonna go to the
spaghetti store and buy a new mop head. I'll be back soon.
Just remember... Listen to your melon heart. (sighs)
Melon heart. Melon heart. Man, I don't know. It'd be so easy if I could just
go find him... My dad, that is. That portal he went through after ripping off my favorite
arm went right to outer space. And outer space is up there somewhere... I'm told.
Maybe banana man could help me build a rocket or something, or some stairs or... Something,
Something, something. Or... Or... Or...
Wow, it's like a... like a... like a... Like a magic Finn arm. (energy buzzing)
She's powerful. You must've exploded the candy arm before and made the rock
pile just now. It's almost like I'm trying to tell myself something,
like a message from my melon heart.
(humming) Jake! Jake!
- Oh! I'm so glad you're here. - Afternoon, Princess.
- What's that you're building? - Wait, you don't know?
- I... Might? - Here. Look. It was taped to the tower.
"Jake, I'm going to space to punch my dad and steal his arm.
- Back soon... Finn." Wow, what the he?! - My biggest powerometer back
at the castle was flipping all the way out. It looks like Finn somehow
manifested a sort of telekinetic electro-emotional prosthesis.
Word. Word.
With this much raw power, he could be a danger to himself or others, so I've
quarantined the area till I can coax him down.
- Pbht! T.M.L.O., Princess! - What does that mean?
"That means lay off." Finn's feeling this one out solo-style.
Give the kid a chance.
(whimpering)
♪ Daddy's got an arm and baby's gonna harm his arm by tearing it off his dad. ♪
♪ Baby's building a tower into space, space is where he's gonna find his dad. ♪
♪ Daddy's got an arm and... ♪ (chomp)
♪ Baby's gonna harm his arm by tearing it off his dad. ♪ (whimpering)
♪ Baby's building a tower into space, space is where he's gonna find his dad. ♪
♪ Daddy's got an arm and baby's gonna harm his arm ♪
♪ by tearing it off his dad. ♪
(shrieks) Oh! Hi.
Get out of my house, or I'm gonna face bla-a-a-st you.
Hi!
(rumble, crackling) Whoa.
Yep, yeah. I know you. You're one of those swimmers, right?
- A real swim nut. - What? No. I'm Finn.
Well, you can't swim in me... Not anymore. I'm not water.
- You can't get me up your nose. - Okay. I'm gonna keep going.
I'm gonna keep going... Into here.
♪ Oh, baby's building a tower into space, space where he's gonna find his dad. ♪
(hammer thumping) (blows) Good night, buddy!
I'm proud of you! (whimpering)
(birds chirping)
♪ Baby's building a tower into space to tear off his dad's arm. ♪
♪ From, like, where that round of the arm bone meets that weird flat bone at the ♪
♪ top of the back... Gonna pull that until it comes off... ♪
♪ Baby's building a tower of revenge... ♪
Hey, kid! It's me, again. Carroll. My name's Carroll.
- Finn. - Finn, look, I'm sorry about
blasting you yesterday. Hey, man... Are you really gonna do those things?
Uh... Yeah. For revenge. I think it'll feel good.
I get it. I get it. But let me tell you something...
I used to be water, like a pond or something real wet.
I used to hate people swimming in me... Kicking and stuff. So what did I do?
I evaporated. I got myself out of there.
You should've pulled off their legs.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no. Listen... You have to stop
obsessing about revenge. Hmph. Be like me and run away.
You have to run away and never stop hating your old life. You got to really dwell on it.
- Waaah! - What was that?!
I just thought about my anxieties, it's like my mind-hand touched a hot memory stove.
- Mm, waaah! - Interesting.
Oh, hey, what are your thoughts on melon hearts?
I don't know what you're talking about.
Well, all right, then. I guess I'll see you later.
(whistling) Hey, Jake. Where... Where's Finn?
Finn's just working some stuff out. And that's healthy!
It'shy not healthy! It's bizarre, and he could get hurt!
- Feelings hurt! - Yeah!
- Ehh!
(wheezing) Finn! Hey, what's it like up there?!
I'm thinking I could turn into space ice or something. (wheezing)
(warble!) (gasps) (wheezing)
Dad! (groans) Oh, man! My nogmaster.
Hello? Hel... Oh! (stifled laugh)
- Hey! Hey, dad. - Huh? Oh, good! You're awake.
Mmm! Gotcha! (laughs) (creak!)
Give... Give it. Give me the... Give me. Give it. (moaning)
My... my favorite arm. Oh, no!
(sighs) Bu-u-u-tts.
- Butts. - Didn't help much, did it?
- No. Wait. What? - Bong, bong!
- Sorry, buddy. - PB?! Wait, where am I?
We're in the Candy Kingdom fallout shelter.
I brought you here after you passed out on the tower.
You were hallucinating like crazy, so it was really easy to trick you.
I figured you'd thank me later after you learned your lesson.
- Right. Right. - And look... The arm is gone, too.
- See? So, what do you think? - Mmm.
(heart beating) Yeah, okay. Thanks, Princess.
(snoring) (whimpers)
Oh, hey, buddy, you're back. How you feeling?
Um... Neutral, I guess.
I don't want to punch my dad anymore.
Ha ha! That's great! You can always trust the old melon heart to get you through.
So, I guess we won't be needing this thing anymore.
- You want to do the honors? - Yes, I do.
(rumbling)
Aaah! My arm!