Me: Okay, first off, this story is only going to be like, a couple chapters long. So, here goes! In this story, everyone is human. Fionna is 14, Marshall Lee is 15, Bruno Gumball (He doesn't deserve the name Bubba...)

Noah: Oh Sami, so sensative about the name Bubba.

Me: Well! He doesn't got a redneck bone in him, he doesn't deserve the name Bubba.

Emma: Just let her go.

Noah: Whatever!

Me: As I was saying *glares at Noah* Basically everyone is 14 or 15.

Noah: Let's get on with the story!

Me: Call your horses!

"Cake! No! We don't need a babysitter!" Fionna whined. No way was she going to let her older sister babysit her and her friends at the most important party ever! The New Year's Eve Party!

"Babycakes. Relax. I'm just gonna be in the other room. You won't even know I'm there!" Her 17 year old sister Kate said with a wave of her hand.

"Just like how we 'never knew you were there' last year." Fionna muttered blowing a strand of blond hair out of her face.

~Look at the beautiful flashback!~

"Hey guys! We should play spin the bott-" Fionna's friend Bonnie started but, was interrupted by Cake.

"You all can play, but, Fionna can't. Sorry." Cake said protectively.

"Cake!" Fionna yelled.

~We now return you to your regularly scheduled story~

"Fionna! I won't do that again. You're older. Now that's it. I'm going to be there." With that, Cake walked away.

"Grr." Fionna said and went up to her room.

Upon reaching her room, the blond girl pulled out her baby blue phone and dialed her best guy friend's number (Not that she would admit he was her best guy friend to any of her other guy friends).

She sighed in relief as she heard his velvety voice. "Hey."

"Marshall! I need help."

"With what?" Marshall asked curiosity peeking into his voice.

"Cake wants to babysit the New Year's Eve Party, again!" Fionna said frantic.

"Oh shizz*. Well, what should we do?"

"I don't know!" Fionna cried. "Hey, wait, what's shizz?"

Marshall laughed. "Ask Sami." (Yeah, I put myself in. Deal with it!)

Fionna shrugged. "Okay. Anyway, what should we do?!"

Marshall thought for a moment, his crimson eyes turning deeper red as he went deeper into thought. Finally he thought of something. "Call Lloyd."

"What? Why?" Lloyd was Cake's boyfriend.

Marshall sighed a heavy sigh as if saying, What are we gonna do with you? "Because, if you can convince him to take Cake out that night, then we're home free!"

Fionna snapped, finally understanding what Marshall was getting at. "You're right! She loves spending time with him. Plus, she's always wanted to see the ball drop in person."

"Well then get Lloyd to take Cake on a trip and they can both go and see it. That's the advantage of living in New York. Even though we live in Upstate NY." Marshall said.

"Marsh, you're a genius! Thanks." Fionna said happily.

"Fionna, I already know I'm a genius. And, no problem. Bye."

"Bye" Fionna chirped and hung up her phone. Quickly she dialed her sister's boyfriend's number. "Hey Lloyd. I've got an idea..."

Me: That's all folks!

Noah: Don't forget the shizz thing.

Me: Oh yeah! Okay, I say shizz instead of shit so I don't get in trouble when I say it around my little brother. And, I also say sometimes, jokingly, that shizz is shit and jizz.

Emma: Well, that was educational.

Me: Yep! Bye!