First off, the first 8 chapters of this story are not mine, they are katieadorable4436's….either way we hope you like them! On with the story…
"Science?" says Fionna, "Could it be?"
*Flashback*
"Just let Science do the work!" screams Prince Gumball, "Science- is- muuuu raaaaa!"
*Flashback ends*
Fionna places Science the Candy Corn Rat on the testing table. Science turns on a mini record player, and pushes a glass of liquid to Fionna, who pours it into a large container. After a little more pouring and mixing, the antidote is finally ready. Suddendly, the glass starts to shatter.
"Don't worry, Science," says Fionna, "I have a disgusting idea!" She pours the concoction onto herself. The glass breaks, and the zombies start pouring in. Without a thought, almost as if hypnotized by a hipnotoad, Fionna shouts, "Go! Run to my tree house, and don't stop until you get there!" Science surries past every zombie, but feels helpless as Fionna turns everyone back with whatever was on her, but somehow, she doesn't. She quickly infects the rest of the candy people.
6 weeks later…
"Hmmmm…" Marshal Lee the Vampire King thinks, "I've just about done everything here, and I think Eve's out visiting her parents… maybe I'll visit Fionna, and Cake. make sure their Haven't seen them in a while. Just wanna not undead or something. –author winks- Ha! Like Fionna the… oh, I can't resist! I'm a buff baby that can dance like a wo-man! I can shake-a my phanny, I can shake-a my cans! I'm a tough tootin' baby that can puncha yo buns! Punch-a you're buns! I can puncha yo buns! If you're an evil wizard I will punch you for fun! Ha ha! Fionna you crack me up! Well, better go see you're ok! Like you're not!" Marshal flies over to the tree house, and knocks on the rotting door. It falls to the floor with a loud thud.
"Fionna!" he shouts, " I think someone that doesn't hiss broke your door!" No reply.
"Hello?"
Nothing. Except…
"Uhhhhhh"
"Beemo?"
"Uhhhhhh"
"Beemo! Beemo, what happened?"
"Make… it… STOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOP!" Beemo short circuts, and Marshal Lee puts her in her little bed.
"There," he says, "Whatever happened, I'll take care of it. Don't you worry." Marshal Lee looks around the house, yelling, "Fionna!" but no response. He finally looked in the kitchen.