Welcome my friends, take a seat, and enjoy your time in the story chamber. Why don't you meet our friends, like Marshall Lee and Fionna? Or Prince Gumball and Cake? Only one could tell in the story chamber, as we follow through the story of 4 greedy, little bastards on a wild trip with love and friendship, hurt and horror, and dirty little secrets that could only be revealed in the story chamber. Excited yet? Me too, we are going to a very good time in the story chamber.

"Oww stop that, honestly." Replied an aggravated Fionna.

"Do not hesitate to have your hair done, Fionna. We just yet have time to make it to Prince Gumball's birthday party," Said an angsty Halley, "I know how you're always talking about Bubba. I've been to the cinemas, you know. I know how those proms end up with the two protagonists falling in love." Said Halley. Fionna starting giggling.

"Oh, Halley. Sometimes you are such twat." Exclaimed Fionna. They both started giggling. "Oh, this is gonna be such a wonderful ball!" Exclaimed Fionna. "But stop moving, I cannot fix your hair with out you keeping still."

"No, no, no! This is all wrong. The colours are wrong, the foods are wrong, everything is just plain WRONG!" Exclaimed Prince Gumball.

"Your Majesty, what seems to be the problem?" Said a weary Peppermint Maid. "Can't you not see?! This is NOT what I asked for! Clearly the curtains are magenta, not burgundy, the food is supposed to be candy, chips, dip, pastries, and punch? Does this look like all of those? No, I didn't think so. And may I inquire if you've got the castle fumigated yet?" "Um... y-your majesty please let me jus-" "NO! My birthday party is just hours away and you think you can create an excuse for this birthday mess?" "I'm sorry your majesty i'll have this castle in top shape and get the foods, just please, don't send me away. I haven't got any home, and this is all I have left." "Fine. Just make sure you can get this castle ready by 7 hours, and maybe, just maybe, I won't throw you out. Now, I must return to my studies." "Have you got anything I could do for you?" "I needn't anything right now but some peace and quite. Now off with you, dumb bugger."

Peppermint Maid went back upstairs, with one arm sagging down while she slowly made her way up stairs, looking even more forlorn than ever.

"Ay, I have yet to write a song, my dear Bongo. But I will find a song, and Prince Gumball will enjoy it!" Said an exhausted Marshall Lee.

"But Marshall, the ball is in 7 hours. How are you going to write a song in that much time? It takes many days to write a song." Said a nervous Bongo.

"That's only on the telly, Bongo. I'm sure Marshall can think of a song in that much time, right?" Said a doubtful Keila.

"You can bugger off, Keila, because you needn't worry. The master of songwriting can think of something fairly as good to those pop-culture songs."

"Oh, you can, master? I'd like to see you try!" "Oh please, we can ditch the gig anytime. It's not like we're going to sing a song made just for him." "But the song is supposed to be made just for him." "We'll it's not!" "Then why exactly did you say you we're going to write a song?" "Don't be such an ass, Keila. We are going to write a song for him, just for him! I don't care what you say. We may only have 7 hours but that doesn't mean we won't achieve creating the song!" Exclaimed Marshall Lee.

"But you just said the song wasn't going to be made just for him. Angry, much?" "Oh, shut it, Keila! We are going to finish this song one way or another. Your 're either going to stay out, or fall down with us." "Stop fighting guys, we're supposed to be writing a song, not screaming at the top of your lungs." Calmly said Guy.

"I agree with Guy." Said Bongo. He whipped his long hair out of his face and started playing the drums.

"So are we gonna write a song or not?" Exclaimed Bongo. Everyone took one good glance at each other, and nodded their heads. The song, has begun.

The palace had already been filled with candy citizens and friends and family, and friends of friends and friends of family. Classical music started to play, and everyone was dancing along to the melody.

Fiona strutted in, with her curly up-doe with strings of curly hair on the sides of her head, a single braid wrapping up the bundle, and her golden hair coming to a point where it looked like a bun. She wore a light baby blue Victorian style dress that reached to her feet with white frills in her front with a rose pink just right to her cleavage.

Halley strolled into the ballroom like she actually was taking an afternoon stroll, wearing a lavender parasol and a frilly lavender dress that reached just above her knees with dark purple fabric on the sides of the dress, which both met at the middle as well. Her hair was out and down, and barely looked as neat as Fionna's.

Marshall Lee and his band rushed in, appearing the same as earlier. "I-I've got the song! I've got the song!" Said Marshall Lee. "Slow down! What do you think this is gym class? There is no reason for you to- are you hyperventilating? Do you need a glass of water?" Said Prince Gumball. "No, I..I..I'm just, tired. That's all, tired. You needn't give me any water." Said Marshall Lee, breathing extremely heavily.

"Oh, hello ladies- Halley, your hair is in a mess! This party is supposed to be formal, just for my birthday. Couldn't you have-" "Bugger off, Dumball. I ain't got no time for any criticism about my hair." "Couldn't you try to use proper grammar, you ignorant fools. Off with you!" Fionna and Halley walked towards Cake.

"Hey girl! Ooh! You're looking fancy there! Tryina impress Prince Gumball?"

"Ugh, just stop it Cake, please. I am nearly 19, you needn't need to tell me anything."

"Your birthday isn't for another 7 months!" "Fine, in 7 months. But that's it."

Fionna took a seat by the punch bowl, only to be surprised by something scurry between her legs.

"Ack! A mouse!"

"Peppermint Maid!"

Peppermint Maid rushed towards Prince Gumball.

"I-I promise that I fumigated the place, I cross my heart." "Oh really? You did? Then explain to me why there are rodents scurrying in my castle."

"Okay, okay, please i'll tell you everything just please-" "Into the lab, now." Prince Gumball pointed to the metallic lab door down the hall near Fionna. Everyone was staring at them.

"You may return to your activities, no need to be interested in something apparat of my life."Said Prince Gumball nervously.

Oh goody! People scurried towards one another, for the Waltz was starting! Everyone was dancing to the rhythm of the song, slowly step by step, in an orderly fashion.

"Hell, this party wouldn't even be right for a country singer. Bubba did say this ball was 'formal'." Said Marshall Lee.

"Okay everyone, tonight we have a special performance by Ooo's very own, Marshall Lee and the Scream Kings-" "Eh hem" "And scream queen." "Ready guys?" "Ready." They all said, slightly at the same time.

The crowd grew wild as the band walked up on stage. "Okay ladies and gentlemen, this song is for my dear Bubba in the corner." Said Marshall Lee, partly teasing Gumball, too. The band started playing, while everyone was dancing wildly to the song. Now this party wasn't very formal.

As the song concluded, the crowd started cheering and screaming as the band had walked off stage. Everyone was quiet as the music began to play again. The food was almost gone, and waste was a mess in its place. The clock struck twelve, and as the children had left hours ago, this wasn't your average fairy tale.

"May I take this dance Madame?" Said prince Gumball as he kissed Fionna's hand.

"Yes, you may." Said Fionna.

They danced for the rest of the night, even though they both knew it wasn't Prince Gumball's birthday anymore. Everyone else was gone when Fionna had finally bided a good knight and waltzed back to the treehouse. This had been the best day of her life.