Fionna was asleep in a different room.
Beep-beep-beep
Moaning, she reached out her hand to shut out that alarm clock.
She then pinched her fingers together for that zipper. Yet, her two fingers ended up on a button, which is part of some pink pyjamas she is now wearing.
She then grumpily blushed.
Just then, her vision condensed into the rest of the room. It looks slightly different.
She then wondered on where is she now.
Boom-boom-boom
"Victoria," a male voice, in his 30's shouted behind an oaken door. "...you better hurry up and take your bath! We're not gonna be late this time for the Theatre!"
"Who are you...?" she moaned.
"Your dad."
Fionna's drowsiness lit up into curiosity. "Dad," she said, as she was rushing on the carpet, barefoot, towards the door, "...is that you?"
She opened the door, and saw a European man, blonde-headed, neat cut-haired, who is wearing a black and white top suit.
"Of course." he mumbled in a British accent, as he used with his family.
"Dad," the girl paused.
"Yes?"
"...WHY DID YOU LEAVE ME ALONE TO DIE?!"
As Fionna screamed, she grabbed and shook her "dad's" top coat.
"I did not do so, but I cared for you ever since you were born in the hospital, Victoria."
"My name is not 'Victoria', but 'Fionna'. You better admit it, Dad, that YOU are a bad father!"
Meanwhile, her "dad" was thinking of something. Something incredibly ridiculous.
"Why are you not talking to me, 'Dad' ?"
"I really wonder, 'how did your hair become that long?' On the night before, it looks so well cut."
Fionna then touched her "bare" head. She then angrily screamed, frantically looking for her "bunny hat" while cursing Marshall Lee for all of this fracas. Before she could ever say a word about her sword and "Cake the Cat"...
"I know where your 'bunny hat' and your 'pink sword' are, 'Fionna'."
"Tell me, where, where, where?"
"I'll be back in a jiffy... but I better give you a free haircut. I don't want you tripping in the bathroom, and breaking your skull on the faucet."
So he cut her wavy hair into a hime cut. After he barked at her to "get your clothes, take a shower, and come out fully-dressed," he slammed the door, and shot out to his room to look for "her" things.
When he returned, she looked hastily-dressed in a blue blouse, a dark blue skirt, long white socks, and some sneakers. Her lemon-blonde hair is dripping with warm shower water, despite a quick hair-dryer and combing session. All she "needs" is her "bunny hat" and her pink sword (check), Cake the Cat (not available), and a green backpack (not available either, but a red, unused backpack is.).
She can't even fit all of her hair in that ridiculous "Easter hat", not at all.
After a breakfast down a flight of spiral stairs, with the whole family of Grandpa, mother, and the two brothers (and not to mention a butler) staring at her, a drive to Splitsville, OH (a literal, bustling major city), and a "spring cleaning" of a rented apartment, the family then drove to the Splitsville Theater.
After all, she is in a time, and a world, before the "Mushroom War". Everyone is a human there, just like her.
There, on the stage, she encountered Jack. He's, as usual, costuming as a Qing official.
After introducing herself...
"...NOW WHERE IS THAT MARSHALL LEE? I am gonna bash him for landing me in this... this... "
Jack took out a notebook, flipped its pages, and showed her, "MARSHALL LEE, Portland, Oregon. A good surfer."
She fumed in anger. Not before long, Jack was quickly writing a questionnaire on a bigger notebook while Fionna scribbles drawings of herself horrifically torturing Marshy for his antics.
"So... can I check on whether you are Fionna? I guess someone switched you right here from Aaa to Parkingson. Or Splitsville, in this case."
She then angrily shredded the questionnaire, yelling, "I AM the real Fionna Mertens, you stupid retard! Why do you think I'm some 'Vic-taaaaw-riuh' dude, huh? I'm gonna punch your guts, even worse than I did to some monsters out there".
"Alright, I'll convince Mr. Andrew, the Director, that you are Fionna. Just pluck out a hair from your head, and I'll ask him to pluck out his strand of hair, for a D. N. A. test. If they don't match, congratulations."
She reluctantly accepted.
After an afternoon scan in the doctor's office, in the evening, Jack returned with some not-so-bad news.
"Boss, I'm sorry to say that this 'Victoria' is not your daughter. She may have been transferred, possibly into Aaa."
Mr. Andrew already knew about "Adventure Time", since last year. As a sci-fi geek himself, perhaps he thought that this was the first time a "dimensional transfer" does exist, after all. He just inwardly wept for his daughter, as he walked away.
Although everyone else around her now knows that Fionna is herself, and not "Victoria Hughes", would she feel like crying, as Mr. Andrew is not her father?