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Once upon a time, three fierce bandits

prowled through the forest primeval.

Fierce as they were...

...the bandits weren't very good.

Until one day, their fortunes shifted.

Destiny beckoned.

Fabulous powers were bestowed

unto these most worthy rogues...

Powers that faded like morning dew

without close company.

They named this giver "The Heart of the Forest."

The Green Wizards had everything they needed.

But one day...

Fearing they would lose the heart again,

the Green Wizards entrapped it.

To keep their source of magic a secret...

on pain of death.

-What's going on? -What is that?

Have you seen something like that before?

What's going on?

I'm pulling the venue.

What?

I was just using the fundraiser

to get back into Marshall Lee's life.

If he's out, I'm out.

But, don't you want him to su...

If he somehow succeeds,

Marshall will have gained some valuable business acumen.

I'll find another venue.

And the fundraiser's gonna be a big success.

You're a fool, Campbell.

The event is inconsequential.

I need tonight's convergence to happen.

Buh-bye.

Crap!

I can find a new venue in less than a day.

What, is event planning harder than saving the world once?

First I got to call Phelix.

Cake, can I use your phone?

Oh, he's calling.

Great timing.

Fionna...

...I don't know if I'm gonna make it to the event tonight.

Please kill me.

Dude, I'm still at the Lemoncarb gig.

They won't let me leave.

Hey! DJ Hotman!

Yellowsweets wants dancier tunes.

Hold on. I'll be right there.

Thanks, Fionna.

-Where'd that phone come from? -Give it!

Please hurry.

First we just need to rescue DJ Flame.

Then I'll find a new venue.

I'm ready for whatever.

That's what I'm talkin' about!

Maybe this is a sign we should just throw in the towel.

Cake, are you giving me guff?

I'm just saying,

we might want to start getting realistic here.

We're going somewhere.

Cake, I'm gonna be right back.

Get the fundraiser going.

Fionna!

Ah, damn!

Steady as she goes...

Just relax and allow invisible forces to... Log.

Ow!

This is idiotic.

We should section the forest into a grid

and do a flachendeckende suche!

You've got to trust in the universe.

This is the only way to find out what's hurting him.

It's okay, PB.

We're doing... We're doing the right thing.

What?

Where are we?

You Sheilas are in The Hall of Judgment.

You've been accused of a serious cosmic crime.

Murderer!

Uh, run!

Then Hana told Fi she was crazy even to try.

And now Fi's disappeared.

So what if Fi's plans are nuts?

At least she's trying!

You know her plan isn't even that nuts.

I could probably pull it off.

Honey, wherever Fionna is,

I know she can take care of herself.

We're making Boys Night happen!

God, you're so hot.

Cakey's gonna get you that money!

We don't want any help from Hana.

She's already out!

Big blue ball and I don't even know what.

They deserve this!

Court is now in session.

In the course of his duties,

Cosmic Owl was ruthlessly pursued

and murdered by these two singulars.

We got an anonymous tip from a hot witness.

The punishment,

an eternity in the pain vortex.

Plead guilty now and I'll knock it down to an even thou.

That sounds fair.

-We're here because of me. -Up-up-up!

Not guilty!

I've seen, like, five episodes of Night Court.

I got this.

I call the witness to the stand.

Oh!

And in my own body as well.

Recount for us, if you would,

what you saw on the night in question.

Well, as your honor knows,

croak dreams are more Prismo's thing.

-Yeah. -But I admit some curiosity.

It's full of jalapenos, but it's not that hot.

Seven to eight out of ten.

Come on, come on.

Where is that dumb owl?

A cuckoo. Sick!

Objection.

Scarab's got a personal beef.

Call Prismo, The Wishmaster.

He'll vouch for me.

Hmm...

Call my fake dad!

Prismo!

Wha... What's happening?

I thought Jake was my number one.

But you've always been there for me, Hoots.

I'm sorry I took you for granted!

Jesus, that's bleak.

Uh...

Eyewitness accounts are wrong, like 70% of the time.

Your Honor, I request my crystal for a demonstration.

I'll allow it.

Cosmic blood on their hands.

That's evidence!

Nasty work.

We... We just wanted to talk

Cosmic Owl out of Croaking Finn.

It's better now that he's gone!

The whole idea of fate is BS!

-Vile! -Order!

One more outburst and you'll be gagged.

The prosecution rests, smugly.

Dick!

Tempo!

Huh?

Meow! What the hell!

Ha-ha! Strangulate her!

Eat me, Pop Cop.

-We've upped our security. -After the last break in.

These supernatural freaks are invincible!

No!

Get out. Get out. Get out!

Hey!

Nice setup.

What are you doing?

Spread the word, Boys Night is back on!

At the Lemoncarbs!

-Come on! -Oh, man. Come on!

I quit my job to see DJ Flame.

The party is still on! Follow us.

Where's everyone going?

Fionna, that son of a bitch!

We're making a break for it.

On three...

Three!

What do you think? Skip straight to sentencing?

Your Orbness,

I would like to cross examine the witness.

You're up.

Scarab, tell us exactly what you saw.

I saw you corpse disposing.

So you're saying you didn't actually

witness the moment of death?

I...

Well, maybe not.

Doesn't sound too sure.

Somebody killed Cosmic Owl, and you handled the body.

Connect the flipping dots.

Or, hypothetically,

Cosmic Owl charged us.

It would be self-defense.

Taking initiative doesn't sound like the Cosmic Owl's...

Said he would get us all with croak dreams!

With a gun!

Finn did it.

Feed that kitty, idiots.

Thank you.

Hey...

Got any double fudge delights?

I'm sorry. I'll be moving along.

Simone, wait.

I found out what my mom did. With Damon and everything.

Yeah, well,

I never wanted to get between a mother and her son.

I got into music because of you.

You were a really good influence on me.

I was planning to do a new song tonight,

but it's pointless now.

Well, I'd still like to hear it. Someday.

You're up, Squirrel.

Do I want to help The Sweet Spot? Yes.

Am I afraid of public speaking? No.

Am I getting paid for this?

Just get on the stage.

Hey, gang.

-Welcome to Boys Night. -Whoo!

We're raising funds for The Sweet Spot.

Great place. Great place for a squirrel.

Are you ready to see the main, if not sole reason you're here?

DJ Flame!

Boy, that's your cue.

Need a quick nap.

Wake up, wake up!

He's been DJing for two days straight.

Use your head, dummy.

I gotta buy some time.

We got you, cat.

-That's not DJ Flame. -Where's DJ Flame?

♪ Marsh! ♪

♪ Now put your hands up ♪

♪ Now put your hands Back down ♪

♪ Now empty them pockets ♪

♪ We wanna see In them pockets ♪

♪ Now put your hands up ♪

♪ Now put your hands Back down ♪

♪ Now empty them pockets ♪

♪ We wanna see In them pockets ♪

♪ We take donations and credit Digital paper and metal ♪

♪ We pay For making this music ♪

♪ And share the rest With my mallows ♪

♪ Ain't no scamming we family ♪

♪ Scamming family is scummy ♪

♪ And glob don't like ugly ♪

♪ We just asking For some money ♪

♪ Money for funding my dreams ♪

♪ 'Cause living dreams Is expensive ♪

♪ Look at it like An investment ♪

♪ To help us Reach our potential ♪

♪ This instrumental Was ten grand ♪

♪ We paid in installments ♪

♪ Somebody Turn up the volume... ♪

Sorry, Jay.

We helped move the body.

But dream-Finn done the deed.

-That's not true! -Ey!

Cram it, Jawbreak...

Warned ya.

Ow! What the hell, Huntr...

They're lying, Orbo.

Just say the word.

Party God has cause for reasonable

doubt!

All right. All right!

Next outburst is getting decked!

Ta-da!

And that's why I haven't brushed in years.

Gross!

We want Flame!

We want Flame!

We want Flame!

Sheeiit!

-It's looking rough up there. -Mm.

Please come sing. Boys Night needs you.

Exclamation point, emoticon.

-Okay, I'm going up. -Yes!

Knock 'em dead, babe.

Where's Flame?

Who is this? Bring back Marshmallow Kid!

♪ I hate the way That I trust me ♪

♪ The way that you trust me ♪

♪ 'Cause it's not That trusting ♪

♪ Sometimes I wonder When I stumble ♪

♪ Will I give up ♪

♪ Or just have The grace to fall ♪

♪ Because the weight, It get so heavy ♪

♪ And I just Can't seem to carry ♪

♪ All the things you want ♪

♪ And things that I believe ♪

♪ I could scream And cry about it ♪

♪ But will you hear? Well, I doubt it ♪

♪ 'Cause I just am not Who you want me to be ♪

♪ Trust fall ♪

♪ Can I count on you at all? ♪

♪ Am I worth the bother Or am I rotten after all? ♪

♪ Trust fall ♪

♪ Would you clear My path to crawl ♪

♪ Covered in these scrapes And scars and bruises ♪

♪ I feel strong ♪

♪ I feel strong ♪

Yes!

-Hey, great song. -Thanks, man.

Seriously, it really lifted my spirit.

Give it up for DJ Flame!

Gary, how's the count?

It's not enough.

Oh, come on!

Hang on, Cake.

Ah!

Dude!

I know it's messed up, but I just got a weird feeling.

Like a gut voice telling me it was the right thing to do.

You...

All right. This is turning into a real dog's dinner.

You two can go for now.

But don't leave town.

It worked!

What about that weird fire guy?

He could guest star as an arsonist.

Brilliant.

Backpay!

Listen, people.

If everyone donates just $2,

it can make all the difference.

Do it for Fionna. Please.

Drop the money into a Cake basket.

Beep, beep, beep.

We're getting close.

Well, alone at last.

Sorry.

Aw!

Mmm...

Mmm?

Um, would you mind getting me a soda?

I'm a little parched.

What's not working?

He's hot and I'm a...

grown... lady.

Cake!

Boys Night.

I can still fix it.

We did it! The Sweet Spot is saved.

We promise to make a space where everyone feels welcome.

They Boys Nighted... without me?

Fionna!

-You're amazing. -Yeah?

You know, I've been trying to keep it professional, but...

Aw, you're shaking.

Show me the heart.

Mmm. Mmm.

Mmm.

Oh, no.

Fennel, wait.

It didn't mean anything.

Fennel! We were just vibing.

Oh, Fennel.

Oh, I missed something.

This has all been useless.

Sorry to disappoint you.

Ring, ring. Ring, ring.

Fionna!

Ring, ring.

Not that one.

You proved me wrong, Campbell.

I could use someone like you in my employ.

I can offer you a free apartment,

upward mobility,

the company of beautiful men.

What do you say?

Fionna?

Don't answer now. Just think about it.

Huh?

My best friend, my hero, Fionna.

I bust my butt for their dreams,

to make them happy.

And then they go and just do it without me?

None of this would be here without me!

Ugh!

They don't need me?

Guess they won't need this either.

Or this!

Stupid roses!

No.

No, no, no, no, no. Please!

Ugh!

What have I done?

Hmm.

Did I secretly want them to fail?

I'm horrible.

This is the heart.

All these roses.

The reason I couldn't pinpoint it earlier

is because your world's heart is everywhere.

I can't make a connection.

I've got the heart, the ritual, the broken tool.

Just do whatever it takes.

What if we cut off your hand?

Can we try something else first?

Close your eyes and look inside yourself.

No!

Ow!

Wait. I know this.

We're close.

It looks bigger.

But this is what hurt Finn.

It's been totally jerky-fied.

Can you save it?

All I can do is help it die with dignity.

With my ball-bam-burglerber.

I'm sorry.

-Beemo. -Finn is doing great.

He has ascended from this plane.

What?