(mouse squeaks) (penguins chirp) (screeches)
♪ 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! ♪
♪ Fallen ally, fallen ally, you're home now in the sky... ♪
♪ Fallen ally, fallen ally, single tear we cry! ♪
♪ A truer friend there was none... ♪
♪ And Prismo was his name... ♪
♪ An artisan of pickling and now just one remains... ♪
♪ And now just one... ♪ (sobbing)
I can't do this, man! It just can't be over!
Hey! We can put it back in the fridge if you want. (sniffles)
No, these picks were made by our friend to be mouth-loved.
We have to honor his memory with a final taste of his genius.
Get ready for the dream ritual. (gong sounds)
Om! (chanting) Prismo, we love you, forever in our dreams!
Prismo, we love you, forever in our dreams!
Pickle rama! Pickle rama!
- Pickle rama! Pickle rama! - Finale!
Ommmmmmmm! (babbling)
Wulp! (crunch!)
- Woof! What was that? - Quick! To bed!
This has to be the last thing we think about!
- Hyah! - Okay... Dream!
(babbles) Ah! (panting)
Whoo! Crazy dream, man. Prismo was definitely in it.
But... Jake? You up already? (grunting)
What the... (grunting)
Hup! Ouf! I love you, everything burrito.
Jake, why are you pretending to dig up
- everything burrito? - Huh? What?
Hold on! I'm coming down.
- Wuagh! - Jake, you got to hear my dream. Jake?
Hey, man! You're shaking it all wrong.
- What the jump? - Shh!
Let me show you how it's done. (electronic dance music plays)
Jake, are you sleepwalking?
No, I'm showing this... Wuaaghh!
Waah! Wake... Up!
- Tunk. I'm not dreaming. - You made an oath. Okay.
- Waa! - Nah, I'll just stretch into a tree.
Jake! I saw you explode.
Something messed up is haps, bro.
(scoffs) Please! Not even.
No, dude, you blew into chunks right over there.
Uh, because kee-oth was right there.
And there were traps. And I didn't have no blood this
whole time, so I'm totally out of it.
(moans) Jake, this already happened. Come on, man!
- Stop freaking me out. - Wuagh!
(coughs) Aw, Jake dust!
♪ Bacon pancakes, makin' bacon pancakes... ♪
♪ Take some bacon, and I put it in a pancake... ♪
♪ Bacon pancakes, that's what it's gonna make... ♪
- * Bacon panca-a-ke! * - Dude, what is the deal?
Dude, what is the deal? (humming)
Dude, I can't wait to get this batch of pickles to Jake.
He's totes gonna bust a pipe when he gets hit with the cumin
and the undertones of sage that come in later.
Prismo, I'm right here! Where you going, bro?
Wait up, man! How are you alive? Finn and I saw your old-man host
body get destroyed by the... (gasps)
- The lich?! - Wake up!
Wait! I've changed my mind! (gasps)
Wait!
Why is this happening? It's like a rerun of the worst junk.
The lich life-sucks Prismo's dream host, which eliminates Prismo forever.
Ugh! It's mad griz, bro. And then the space police,
or whatever they're called show up because boppin' Prismo was
a cosmic crime. I remember feeling like someone
had peeled a layer away from my brain, and my reality was no
longer anchored to any point of reference.
And I had to fight to keep from being crushed under the weight
of an unforgiving new paradigm of ultimate reality.
- Ouf! - So cool, man!
So why am I seeing this again? (creak!)
(zap!) (rumbling)
- Uh... That's cool. - Uh, that's cool.
But you know what's really cool? Tough-guy contests.
Whoo! Whoo! Tough boys!
(groans) Come on, man! Tough-guy-contest me!
Okay. It seems like all of Jake's memories are re-manifesting
themselves, but as soon as I break their history, it creates
- a paradox and Jake explodes. - Whoa, Finn!
How'd you get over there?! Wuagh!
Finn, when I die, my individual earth consciousness is gonna go
all over everywhere while glob tallies my deeds.
- What? - I'm gonna be all around you.
In your nose and your dreams and socks.
- In your dreams? - Yeah, that's what I said.
In your (distorted) dreams.
All this striz happened when Jake and I tried
to preserve Prismo's pickles in our dreams.
Something must've changed when we went to sleep.
So, uh, I just got to hope that Jake tries to do
the pickle ritual again, so I can reenact it with him.
Exactly the way it happened? Maybe? Geez!
♪ Fallen ally, fallen ally, you're home now in the sky... ♪
♪ Fallen ally, fallen ally, single tear we cry! ♪
I guess I'm headed towards that door.
Dude, I get out of relationships, because I don't want to have
a discussion about what we're gonna have for dinner every night. (chuckles)
All these dudes and their lady problems.
That's right! Prismo is nothing but the dream of
- a wrinkly old man. - What if the whole world
was just some goof's dream? Man, that would be stupid!
Whoa! Oh, wait a minute.
What is this? This couldn't be a...
Oh, grod! Permanent-opposing, industrial-strength magnetic bed.
Hand-hewn from a single tree. Oh, man, look at this mattress!
(gasps) What is it?
(sniffs) Smells like a blend of cashmere. (sniffs)
Mohair, silk, and wool maybe. The thread count on this
is in the thousands! And it's filled with...
(sniffs) Down feathers of a baby griffin!
That's illegal! Glass of milk.
This feels like a trap designed by some kind of sick genius!
Well... (gulps)
Hats off to you, sir or madame.
Your trap was a success. Oh, my blahs!
It's like I'm getting eskimo kisses from an army of angels!
(sobbing) (snoring)
Whoa, dang! I'm back!
(chanting) Prismo, we love you, forever in our dreams.
Prismo, we love you, forever in our dreams.
Pickle rama! Pickle rama! Pickle rama! Pickle rama!
- Finale! - Ommmmmmmm.
(babbles) Wulp!
- Woof! What was that? - Quick! To bed!
This has to be the last thing we think about!
- Hyah! - Okay... Dream!
(twinkle!) Whoa! The pickle jar!
I'm coming, Jake!
- Whoa! Where the heck am I? - Wait up, man!
- How are you alive? - Jake?! I'm coming, man!
Finn and I saw your old-man host body get destroyed by the...
Jake! Don't explode!
- Finn, hold up. - Prismo!
- I saw you die, dude! - Yeah, I'm still dead.
I'm actually talking to you from the past.
I set up this plan "B" scenario in case I ever got croaked for reals.
So if this is happening, I guess I got croaked
and my pickles ran out, but Jake and I established
a bro bond that could bring me back through his dreams.
(clicks tongue) So are you actually talking to me right now,
or are you pretending to in an empty room?
I was pretending, but now I can see you.
What does "now" mean to you?
Uh... Hurry up! I need your help.
Where you going, bro? Wait up, man! How are you alive?
- So, where are we going? - You got to wake up Jake,
- and then... You'll see. - I'll see what, Prismo?
Oh, shoot! I don't know if I thought this
- thing all the way through. - What?
Aw, d... It'll be cool. It'll be cool.
(snoring) Dude, I can't believe I died.
Jake, I'm sorry, man. This doesn't feel right.
Okay, go wake Jake up and bring him back here.
Whoa, Finn! Hey! Are you gonna wake up Jake?
Yeah, is that gonna kill you again, though?
My past self is doing plan "B," right?
Uh, yes. Although, I got to say,
this whole thing seems rickety as yoga balls.
- Yeah, tell me about it. - You tell you about it!
I think you would blow up if I did that.
Well, anyway, here we go!
Hey, Jake, wake up. (babbles)
- I'm out. - Hey, Finn!
- What's going on? - We got to bounce.
Oh, bro! Don't tear me away from Nirvana.
Wait! Nooooo! Ouf!
- I'm okay now. - Cool. This way!
Whoa! Oh, wait a minute.
- What is this? - Prismo! You're alive!
Well, not yet. Finn, in a second, you got to
- stop yourself from waking up Jake. - Stop my who? (panel slides)
Shoot! Hide! Hey, did we get turned around somewhere? I feel like we're lost.
No, I was just stalling. Don't think about it. Come on! This way.
That who!
But wait, Jake! That means one of your
alternate-reality incarnations will sleep for eternity to keep me alive.
Cool, dude!
Okay, but, Finn, I'm not sure what'll happen if you confront yourself.
He might explode.
- He me? Or other me? - You know what? Forget it.
Shut it, Prismo! Heroes risk everything for their friends,
although, I admit you're more Jake's friend than mine.
Sometimes you can think someone is totally cool,
but you never become besties.
And I don't know why that happens, but regardless,
- let's do this! - Good luck!
Whoa, Finn! Hey! Are you gonna wake up Jake?
Yeah, is that gonna kill you again, though?
My past self is doing plan "B," right?
- Plan "B"! - What the... (screams)
This is me? This sword is me?
- Finn sword, dude. - Welcome back, Prismo!
- Thank you, Finn. - Welcome back, Prismo!
Thank you, Jake. (snoring)
[Bones crack]
Finn: Hey, man.
Jake: Oh, hey, Finn! [Chuckles] So you got my map?
- [Chuckles] - Finn: Ha, yeah.
- Jake: [Chuckles] - Finn: So,
- how's your experiment going? - Jake: Ah, it's going great.
I really feel like I fit in... [chuckles]
... so to speak.
[Laughing]
Finn: So... are you ready to come home?
Jake: Nah, I think I'm just gonna keep being a brick for a while.
Finn: Mmmmm...
What are you doing again?
Jake: Finn, ever since I was little,
I wanted to see what it's like to be a brick in a brick shack
when the brick shack falls down.
And this shack is gonna fall down.
Just look at it.
Like sand castles in the sun, baby. [Laughs]
You're too young. You wouldn't understand.
Finn: [Chuckles] You're right. I don't understand.
But I'm cool with your mystical journey or whatever.
I'm gonna leave this walkie-talkie so we can stay in touch,
just in case.
Jake: What?!
No, man, bricks don't stay in touch!
- Finn: Dude, BMO is, like, really worried about you. - Jake: Aww...
You tell that little goofball I said hi.
Finn: I will.
Welp, I guess I should head back.
Jake: Oh... really?
- So soon? - Finn: Yeah, well,
it took me like half the day to get here.
Besides, you're just a brick, right?
Jake: [Chuckles]
Yeah.
- Finn: All right, see ya, Jake! - Jake: Bye!
Okay, back to being a brick.
I'm so bored.
Pb-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-ht!
Ooh, I'm starting to get a little tippy in my teacups.
[Leaves rustling]
A bunny!
Looks like our long-eared friend is onto something.
Bunnies love to dig.
He's making a supreme effort, and I think I can guess why.
That's right... a carrot growing out here free and wild.
Probably the result of a stray seed pooped out by a passing bird.
- [Leaves rustling] - But what's this?
A mysterious rustling in the bush.
Could mean trouble.
Mr. Bunny seems to think so.
His sensitive whiskers quiver at the hint of imminent danger.
Unfortunately for Mr. Bunny,
- this is what nature is all about. - [Rustling continues]
It's a male deer.
Not a threat to Mr. Bunny, in the predatory sense,
but still above him in the food chain.
Mr. Bunny, wishing to avoid an encounter,
hops away to safety.
- Wow. Deers are jerks. - Finn: Hey, man,
you know I can hear everything you say, right?
Jake: What?! Ohh! [Grumbles]
No! I had no idea!
Finn: Yeah, but you saw me leave the walkie-talkie, and I left it on.
- You know that, right? - Hi, Jake!
- Jake: Hi, BMO. - Finn: You need anything?
- A soda? - Jake: No.
Finn: So, what's Mr. Bunny doin' now?
Jake: It's not about the bunny!
The bunny is incidental to the brick experiment!
Finn: Oh. Sorry, man.
Jake: Forget about the bunny.
- Finn: Sorry, man. - Sorry, Jake.
Finn: Look, we'll, uh ... we'll leave you alone.
[Static]
Jake: Finn, are you still there?
Finn?
BMO?
Mr. Bunny retreats to his warren,
its homemade comforts some consolation to help pass the hungry night.
Twilight falls on the peaceful forest,
a twilight unaware of the struggles it both soothes and conceals.
The crickets begin to stir,
- rehearsing their musical rhapsodies. - [Crickets chirping]
In the distance,
flashes of heat lightning illuminate a purple summer sky.
Even angry deer, at last, must come to rest.
And so it is with our erstwhile antagonist,
who has disappeared into a stand of trees,
perhaps to dream of tomorrow's pointless battles.
[Yawns]
[Thunder crashes]
Oh, my glob!
It's a crazy storm! This might be it!
This weather might knock the whole thing down!
[Laughing]
If a definition of bravery exists, this must be it...
a lone bunny, facing off against the elements...
Ineffectually pushing around some twigs with his pink bunny nose...
a symbolic gesture, perhaps, but sometimes
that's all we have.
The wind is beginning to pick up,
and it's becoming clear that mother nature
- has not just knocked on the door. - [Thunder crashes]
She has come in, sat down, and poured herself a drink.
Mr. Bunny has no friends, no family,
no loved ones of any kind.
The wind is really picking up now,
small puddles gathering around the entrance to Mr. Bunny's cozy home...
Beginning to grow in size and connect with one another.
It won't be long now.
But what's this?
Looks like this unflagging little hero of a bunny will have some help, though.
A family of friendly beavers appears to have taken up the cause.
Often called "nature's architects,"
these intrepid mammals are sparing no effort to shore up the endangered burrow.
[Tail patting]
Here's an unusual sight.
It's a sea lard!
You'd expect to see a few mudscamps out in weather like this,
but here we have a rare treat, indeed.
This little beauty is pretty far outside of her natural habitat.
But I've heard it said by wise old salts schooled in ancient maritime lore
that a storm will sometimes blow them off course to a remarkable degree.
Looks like we've got some pretty good evidence tonight.
Yes, sir, sometimes those old sailors
know what they're talking about.
It's the triumph of experience versus the secondhand verities of musty academic tomes.
This feisty sea lard is pitching right in to save the rabbit hole,
belying its slothful reputation.
She uses her prodigious, swiveling behind to increase
the size of the hole while the beavers continue to reinforce the sides
with straw and stick. At times like these,
the supposed cruelty and indifference of the natural world...
all too often its most salient feature...
pale before the nobler instincts of even our most humble kin.
[Patting continues]
In the morning light,
few signs remain of the summer storm that battered this idyllic glen.
The beavers are finished with their work and are heading home.
The sea lard looks like she's gonna go wander the woods for a while.
Maybe she'll find her way back to the ocean
and write a novel about her experiences.
Mr. Bunny is exhausted but can rest easy
knowing that his home is secure.
- [Leaves rustling] - But, alas, the bunny's rest is short-lived.
The deer is back.
The deer,
perhaps confused by the antler-like appearance of Mr. Bunny's protective dam,
is now testing the situation.
Mr. Bunny is unsure of where this is going.
And with a single smash from the deer's powerful front hooves,
the bunny's home is under attack!
- [Crashing] - Mr. Bunny has hopped to safety
and can only watch as the deer continues its relentless rampage
on the only home he knows.
A couple of more mighty smashes,
- and the dam... - [Water rushing]
The dam has been breached!
Water is now flooding in! The deer continues its attack!
This deer's misplaced rage, combined with its size and weight,
is more than enough to bring down the weakened walls,
which are now starting to give,
- aided by the unforgiving weight from the tree above. - [Wood creaking]
Even Mr. deer, in his blind fury,
seems to sense what's about to happen,
- as he steps to one side. - [Wood crashing]
It's over.
The warren has been destroyed...
An injustice of astronomical levels.
Words fail me.
- [Footsteps approaching] - Actually,
he doesn't seem that upset.
He's on his feet, checking out his new surroundings.
Even the deer is impressed.
As if confused by the events,
he performs a comical double-take
and retreats into the forest.
Ladies and gentlemen, this bunny is indomitable!
[All cheering]
- [Whistles] - [Laughs] Yay!
Jake: [Laughing]
This bunny has the right attitude.
Who cares about being a brick in a wall of a falling-down shack?
There's something bigger than that,
and the bunny has the answers!
Teach me, Mr. B! Uh!
- Aww... - Finn: Jake?
Jake?
- You there, buddy? Over. - Jake: Hey, Finn.
Finn: Hey, man. You ready to come home?
Jake: That sounds good.
Finn: Awesome. See you soon.
[Walkie-talkie shuts off]
Yussss!