Finn awoke to a sizzling noise and a delicious smell permeating the tree house. He heard Jake the Dog singing. "Makin' bacon pancakes! MAKING BACONNNNN -YEAH- PAaAaaaaAN CAAAAAAAAKEEEES! YEEEEEEEAAAAAH." Finn let a smile crack through his groggy visage. He started wriggling out of his sleeping bag, his arms were immobilized at his side, and promptly fell on his face. "Ow." He mumbled into the floor. He kicked clear of the sleeping bag after 5-10 minutes. He walked shakily, he was still rather tired, to the ladder. Finn realized Jake was still turned towards the stovetop and decided to scare him. Finn crouched lower, as if that could make him move quieter. Jake was still humming as Finn got really close. CREEEAAAK! The floor creaked underfoot. Jake turned quickly, stretching himself to a larger size and barking. Even though Jake looked terrifying, Finn involuntary started laughing. "Dude, 'kiss the cook' seriously?" Jake stretched down to a regular size. "You scared me, bro." Jake turned back to his cooking. "It's done if you want some." Finn practically launched himself to the table. "YEAH, MATHEMATICAL!" Finn wolfed down six bacon pancakes and gulped down some orange juice. "You better get ready." Jake said. "Huh?" Finn said, confused. "You have to go see PB, remember?" Jake said. Finn looked down at his clothes. "I'm already dressed though?." Jake looked at him like he was an idiot. "Go take a shower."