It was a nice day in Stormalong Harbor. Captain K'nuckles was sleeping while Flapjack was writing in his secret diary (from that episode all that time ago…):

Dear Diary,

It's such a nice morning in Stormalong today! Captain K'nuckles is still sleeping and I think Bubby went back to sleep after I woke her with my singing about the weather. Hopefully, once the captain wakes up, we'll go on an adventure! What do you think diary?

Flapjack stopped writing for a minute, hoping that the journal would respond to his inquiry.

Diary? Are you still there?

Unfortunately, as far as logic goes, there would never be a response from the diary. Assuming that his diary must be asleep or on a break of some sort, the young lad moved onto his next daily action: waking the captain. Lying next to a pile of empty maple syrup bottles, Captain K'nuckles was out cold, probably in the middle of a dream filled with syrup and candy.

"Captain K'nuckles," Flapjack whispered in a sing-song voice.

The captain's reply was a loud snore.

"Captain, come on, let's go on an adventure," the boy started to jab K'nuckles' nose.

That didn't work. Well, now there was only one thing left to do: slap the man awake. Flapjack did so hesitantly and Captain K'nuckles was finally up.

"Oww, Flap, please find another way to get me out of a deep sleep," the man sat up and rubbed his bloodshot eyes.

"Sorry, captain, I just really wanted to get a head start on an adventure," Flapjack whimpered.

"Well, you kind of had a good reason to wake me up. This shows that your taste for adventure is really strong, just like any adventurer's," Captain K'nuckles patted Flapjack's back.

"Thanks, captain. We should get going to the Candy Barrel for breakfast so we can plan out today's adventure!"

The two climbed out of Bubby's mouth. Bubby's eyes shot open at the movement.

"Oh, good morning, Flapjack," Bubby gave him a hug.

Now, the rivalry between the two elders would wake up itself.

"K'nuckles," Bubby shot him a wicked look.

"Whale," Captain K'nuckles returned the stare.

Flapjack ignored it, took his captain by the hand, and they were off.

"Hopefully Peppermint Larry will let us have some candy without the whole lecture about being poor," Captain K'nuckles said.

"Me too. Doesn't he know that helping the poor is an act of kindness?"

"Well, I didn't know that, probably because I wouldn't consider being kind for a third time."

"Oh yeah, I love that story about when those witches zapped you when you said they were 'very witchy'!"

Captain K'nuckles cringed at the memory, plus at the bad animation it had been portrayed in back in a past episode. After a couple more seconds of walking, they made it to the Candy Barrel, disregarding the screaming sounds coming from the bad side of Stormalong.

"Good morning, Peppermint Larry!" Flapjack greeted the proprietor.

"Hello, Flapjack… do you guys have money for me today?"

"Come on, Peppermint Larry, we're poor and starving!" Captain K'nuckles showed off his fat stomach, attempting to make a point.

"I know, and I'm sorry, but I've given you so many freebies. I'm losing profit!"

"What's profit?" Flapjack asked.

"Well, profit is the money I earn from selling candy. If I don't get any profit, I'll eventually lose the Candy Barrel."

This made Flapjack freeze. Oh no, is the Candy Barrel going to close because of me? he thought. Saying nothing else, Flapjack forcefully took his captain by the hand and pulled him out of the candy place.

"Why did you do that?" Captain K'nuckles was infuriated.

"I felt bad because we were taking away Peppermint Larry's profit…"

"Flap, we are poor and hungry. WE NEED FREEBIES!"

"I know, and I already am aware that it's an act of kindness for him to help us, but now that I know that he could lose the Candy Barrel, I feel bad…"

"Eh, I'll just find some candy in the dumpster later… but I still wish we could get a candy sundae like other folks. Bubby can probably make us some food in the meantime..."

Suddenly, a teenager wearing a red top and a headset was running really quickly towards the two adventurers. The bag he had on his back fell off and baseballs rolled out in all directions. He recovered them in a flash. The "speedster" was also carrying a baseball bat and a gun. Flapjack and K'nuckles were still staring at him in complete shock.

"What're you looking at?" the teen said in a city-like accent.

"Uhh, you, sir…" Flapjack choked out.

"Next time, actually protect yahself when people like me come runnin' along. For all ya know, I could be a Blu Spy!" he laughed.

"What are you talking about?" Captain K'nuckles said.

"Don't ya know that the payload is goin' on right now? Have ya not been listenin' to Solly back at the fort? If he finds out that you guys didn't know, he'll shout ya ears off…"

At the word "payload", Captain K'nuckles was soon interested. He must mean money… and I really need some of that to get candy! he thought.

"Well, we aren't involved in that… but we'd like to join the payload!" Captain K'nuckles grinned.

"Oh, gotcha. Sorry man, I could'a sworn I've seen ya before once I saw how ya were walkin'... or it was just a drunk Demoman!" he said to Captain K'nuckles.

Neither of them got the joke, but it didn't matter. The stranger wearing red led them to the bad side of Stormalong and familiar screams were in earshot again.

"So this is where the screaming was coming from…" Flapjack put the pieces together.

"WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN, MAGGOT?" an older looking man holding a rocket launcher shouted.