Prince Gumball: An 18-year-old gum/human hybrid and Fionna's crush. He is the prince of the Candy Kingdom. Prince Gumball has the same color scheme as his female counterpart. He has pink skin and his hair is somewhat in a quiff. His head is adorned with a small golden crown with a blue jewel. He wears a hot pink shirt with orange-pink puffed sleeves with magenta stripes and under-sleeves (accompanied by dark-pink sleeve cuffs), a large matching collar with a small blue jewel inside a gold crest on it. He has a belt with another gold crest and a small blue jewel design on the buckle, purple striped dark-pink trousers, and dark-purple shoes. Unlike his female counterpart, he also has visible pink eyebrows. Also, when his eyes, enlarge, they are purple. Kind of like how when Fionna's eyes enlarge they look exactly the same, only hers are blue. He also has ears, unlike his female counterpart. His loyal companion is Lord Monochromicorn.
Fionna—is a 13-year-old adventurer and Cake's adoptive sister. While usually appearing as black dots, her eyes are seen as blue when enlarged. She wears a rabbit-themed hat (similar to Finn's bear-themed hat) with exposed locks of blonde hair. Unlike Finn, her neck is shown. Her outfit includes a teal blue shirt with elbow-length sleeves, a dark blue skirt, and knee-high socks with two thin horizontal stripes at the top. Fionna is heavier set than. She has a green backpack (similar to Finn's) and Mary Jane shoes. Her name was officially changed from "Fiona" to "Fionna," presumably to make it more similar to Finn's name. The pronunciation, however, has remained unchanged. Like Finn and his crush on Princess Bubblegum, it is revealed in many portraits posted that Fionna has a crush on Prince Gumball. Fionna has buck teeth like a rabbit. Fionna, like Finn, is Cake's adoptive sister.
Cake—Fionna's best friend/adoptive sister and Mo-Chro's girlfriend. She doesn't look much like Jake aside from their body proportions. She has white eyes in which the black pupils become circular if surprised, excited, shocked, or scared. She has a cat muzzle and a small nose (compared to Jake's), cat ears, white fur with many coffee colored spots, and a large bushy tail. Cake may know Morse code in order to speak to Lord Monochromicorn, similar to how Jake knows Korean in order to speak to Lady Rainicorn. Cake plays a hammered dulcimer, as opposed to a viola. Her tail "frizzes out" if it is agitated or worried. As a Lumpy Space 'cat', she is a light color of maroon with large spots of fuchsia to match her coffee-colored spots. Her tail is now lumpy and more beaver-tail-like.
Cinnamon Bun-CB is a citizen of the Candy Kingom, most widely known for her clumsiness and silly attitude. She has milky white eyes, and wears a light green dress with a bow.
Regal Turnover Taker-a Candy Citizen who formerly worked for Prince Gumball, but sadly suffered from a mental breakdown soon after. She is a tall gingerbread woman who appears to have suffered physical damage as a result of her mentality. She has deep scratches on her hip, thigh, and neck. Her frosting has smeared and peeled off in places. For hair, she wears a criss-crossing blot of cream, with a small strawberry on top. She also has yellow, pink, and red frosting to form a long-sleeved shirt, pants, and boots.
DEATH BY DESSERT
Title Card
The Regal Turnover Taker beats off the thieves, kicking and punching, holding the Turnovers high above her head.
"In the Kingdom of Aaa, there is a galaxy of flavors. But there is only one taste sensibility that is astonishing enough to kill for. The Regal Turnovers. Regal Turnovers are very rare. They are only eaten at the most sacred gathering in Aaa: The Regal BackScratching Ceremony. This giant gathering is one of the key pieces of harmony in the Turnovers are so legendary that thieves risk their lives and even kill just for one bite.
"One Citizen has sworn to protect and serve the Regal Turnovers. She is...THE REGAL TURNOVER TAKER!"
Prince Gumball gave Fionna and Cake a moment to observe the picture of the Regal Turnover Taker in his hand.
"She's magnificent!" gushed Cake, her fur giving a ruffle as she stared at the picture in awe.
"She used to be." Prince Gumball's smile dropped a bit. "But she had a mental meltdown a while back. So she can't deliver the Turnovers anymore. Cinnamon Bun is next in line for the job." At Fionna and Cake's shocked faces, he continued. "But you know how...'half-baked' she is." He glanced at Cinnamon Bun as she sat in the corner, teetering back and forth on her stool until she landed on her face, giggling.
Fionna and Cake nodded in unison. "True. True."
"Anyway, if the Turnovers aren't delivered today at the Ceremony," Prince Gumball went on, still smiling, "I will be stripped."
Fionna and Cake both gasped (Fionna blushing a bit.)
"...of my crown." the Prince finished, still smiling.
Fionna and Cake sighed in relief.
"Don't sigh in relief. The only way to strip me of my crown is to cut off my head."
The two girls gasped.
Then Fionna stopped and raised an eyebrow. "Then why do you keep smiling?"
"Oh, I accidentally drank this paralyzing potion in the middle of Peppermint Maid's magic act." He glanced at a guilty Peppermint Maid in the doorway. "If I could, I would be frowning SO HARD right now."
"We can deliver the Turnovers!" offered Fionna, standing up in her 'noble' posture.
"Are you sure, Fionna?" Prince Gumball stepped over to her and placed a hand on her shoulder.
"Prince," Fionna got down on one knee and took Prince Gumball's hand in hers. "I have never been so sure of something in my whole life. I will do whatever it takes to keep you alive and safe." She tried to kiss his hand, only to end up basically slobbering all over it. "For generations to come. We won't let you down."
"You talk some good talk," Prince Gumball's smile got wider. "You'd better Take some good Turnovers. I accept your offer."
"Welcome to the Turnoveritchen!"
The Turnoveritchen was like an advanced kitchen of a dream. One wall of the gigantic room was completely covered, head to toe, in kitchen utensils, such as spatulas, knives, rolling pins, cookie cutters, so on, so on. A gigantic oven the size of a vertical eighteen-wheeler stood in the middle of the room, its furnace a bright, hot red while thick clouds of steam erupted from it. All around the room, Turnovers covered multiple tables. Strawberry Turnovers, Blueberry Turnovers, Blackberry, Peach, Apple, Pear, Raspberry, and so many more. Fionna had the sudden urge to run to one of the table and stuff her mouth with the tasty pastries.
Fionna and Cake simply observed the Turnovers instead. There perfection was so great it was unreal. They were all evenly baked, with perfectly-leveled cream, not a speck of sugar out of place. "They're beautiful."
Prince Gumball laughed through his paralyzed smile. "No, girls, those are the Reject Turnovers. They're filled with imperfection. You don't Take those. THESE are the Perfect Turnovers." Prince Gumball held up a cylinder-shaped backpack with a glass surface and multiple buttons, with a measuring dial going up the sides. Perfect-OH SO PERFECT-Turnovers floated around inside, never bumping into each other. "All safely packed into this anti-gravity pack." Prince Gumball handed the pack to Fionna. It felt hard and cool in her hands.
"Now you need to Take those Turnovers through that Tunnel." Prince Gumball waved a had at a wide corner to their left, going up in a staircase.
Prince Gumball took out a projector. It lit up in a screen of blue light. Inside was a map of Aaa, the titles of places in fancy script, the details exquisite, the color bright and fabulous. "The Regal Turnover Road takes you directly to the Regal Guilding Hall." A curvy red line appeared on the map. "The Road is completely safe and totes guarded. But keep your eyes open for thieves." Fionna and Cake nodded.
"Thanks, guys." Prince Gumball stepped into the elevator they came in. "And remember, my head is on the line!" The doors shut close.
"Alright, let's go." Cake began to walk away.
"Wait!" Fionna stopped her. "I gots an idea."
Fionna picked up another anti-gravity pack and stuffed it full of Reject Turnovers. Then she picked up a bottle of Paralyzing Potion, glowing green, and poured it in.
"What are you doing?" asked Cake, her tail giving a flick of curiosity.
Fionna gave the ruined Turnovers to Cinnamon Bun, strapping the pack on her back. "Alright, CB, you go down the Regal Turnover Road!"
Cinnamon Bun let out a fit of giggles and dashed up the stairs.
"What are you up to, Fifi?" Cake asked with a beaming smile.
"Listen. The thieves will totes expect us to take the Regal Turnover Road, right? CB's gonna take those ruined turnovers down the Road. But if the thieves take the Turnovers, they'll be paralyzed, so CB will be OK. You and I are going to take the Perfect Turnovers down the path not thief would expect us to take-The Tundra of Terror."
The Tundra of Terror was a real Tundra, icy and cold. Ice was scattered across the land, piles of snow littered around. Spiky rocks and razor-sharp stone formations stuck up from the ground like teeth. Flowers bloomed up in different places, but if you inhaled these too quickly, you would be struck dead. Beetles, lizards, and bugs scuttled across the earth.
The 'Terror' in the Tundra of Terror's title comes from its hidden dangers: venomous green-striped scorpions, pink-flowered dart frogs, and even the indigo butterflies that held two tiny sacs of fatal venom under its wings.
"I guess this is it." Fionna commented, pulling on her yellow sweater to shield her from the cold, as the two of them walked across the brick bridge into the tundra. "It's not as scary as I thought it'd be."
"Yeah." agreed Cake, pulling up her pink backpack closer to her. "Why would people call it the Tundra of TERROR if there's no one here? I mean, what kinda thief would lurk around here? There's nothing to steal."
"Yeah, I know." Fionna smiled as she stared out at the tundra. "I think my plan may be kinda genius. I'm not saying I'M a genius. But it's a pretty brilliant plan. I think."
Cake nodded.
"Not a bad place for Takin' Turnovers." Fionna went on. She looked over the horizon, where the badlands could be seen very clearly, covered in gray thunderclouds. "That's the badlands over the mountains. It;s not even that far."
They descended down the stairs onto the icy-cold earth. Cake suddenly froze. "WAIT!"
"What?" asked an alarmed Fionna.
"Shhhh." Cake raised an ear. She was hearing a Sound. An odd, crackling, whispy sound..."There's a campfire nearby."
Fionna let out a gasp. So someone WAS here. "Does it sound like a Turnover Thief's campire?"
Cake listened harder. "Maybe."
"Let's check it out." said Fionna. Cake nodded. Fionna patted the Turnover-filled pack on her back.
Some distance, in the shade of a humongous rock formation, three homeless women were sitting around a good-sized fire, hunched over in anxiety.
"Don't burn it, Gracen." One of the homeless women, Tiddle, said. Her skin was a deep greenish-gray color, her eyes the size of apples and her head shaped like a C. She was barefoot, with one foot actually replaced by a rock, and the only clothes she wore was a simple wool dress.
"You hush." said Gracen as she hovered the dead beetle over the fire. "I ain't gonna burn it." She looked to be Tiddle's sister, with the same C-shaped head, large eyes, and body form. But her skin was a lighter gray, and she instead wore torn hospital clothes with combat boots.
Fionna and Cake watched the three woman carefully. They crouched down against the rock they were hiding behind.
"I don't think those gals are thieves." said Cake. "I think they're just dirty hobos."
"I was sure we'd be safe here." huffed Fionna in anger. "Now we have to get rid of these gals."
"Can't we just ignore them?" asked Cake.
"But if we're not careful enough, they can sneak-attack us and steal the tarts. AND THEN PG WILL DIE! LISTEN TO ME! I'M SURE, REMEMBER?"
"Oh yeah."
"But why does Tiddle get to hold it, Gracen?" K.K. asked, staring at her leader. K.K. was a large computer console, with KK printed on the sides. Her screen was green and she had four eyes. She had four buttons on her chest, and her arms were all rusty silver. She was obviously the youngest.
There was a shrieking roar. The homeless women gasped.
Cake stood over all of them, mutated and spiked, her fur ruffled, so that she sort of resembled a mutated bear. Fionna stood atop her shoulders, waving her sword around like a MANIAC.
Cake gave K.K. a punch. Then Fionna gave Tiddle a kick. And then they both socked Gracen at the same time.
"YEAH, GO ON!" Cake yelled in a raspy voice as the homeless women began to run. "WE'LL MESS YOU UP UGLY!"
"Listen up!" yelled Fionna. "Y'all go on and tell all your friends that if any of you come fore our Turnovers-"
Gracen interrupted. "You have Turnovers?"
"YOU KNOW WE DO! AND THE NEXT TIME YOU TRY TO GET ON, YOU IMAGINE MY SIS CHEWIN' ON Y'ALLS NUT-BRAINS!"
Bleep
"Wha-?" Fionna span around.
K.K. was kneeling next to the pack, the top open wide, picking out Turnover after Perfect Turnover.
THE TURNOVERS THAT COULD MEAN LIFE OR DEATH TO PRINCE GUMBALL!
"GET HER!" screamed Fionna.
But just as Cake reached the computer-girl, K.K. grew two rockets on her back and shot up into the air. Fionna growled as she watched K.K. take off in a thick line of smoke. "Son of a rickus..."
Cake shrunk down as Fionna stepped onto the ground. Cake stepped over to the pack and made a sort of shisssss noise, the kind you make when you see a bloody wound in a movie, and you flinch in disgust. "We only got five or six left. Are you sure this is a good plan?"
"This plan is sureproof, trust me. This is just bad luck. We still got some Turnovers, and the Prince is still safe." She strapped on the pack.
"Yeah, who knows what freaky things would've happened if we took the Regal Turnover Road?" Cake agreed, strapping on her pack. "CB's probably got her hands full."
Meanwhile, back at the Regal Turnover Road, CB was walking along the stonework floor. The entire Regal Turnover Road was a very long tunnel with a stonework floor and a glass roof. Perfectly safe. When CB was about a half-mile from the castle, she came to a nice-looking gingerbread-snap girl.
"Hello!" the girl said.
"Hi." replied CB.
"Shall I hold that for you, miss?" the girl asked, gesturing to the Turnover-pack.
"OK!" CB took off her pack and handed it to the girl. She and the girl walked side-by-side a few feet before they came to another gingerbread-snap girl.
"Shall I old that for you, miss?" the girl asked.
"OK!" the girl handed her the pack.
The girl turned to another girl beside her. "Shall I hold that for you, miss?" the new girl asked.
"OK!" the girl handed her the pack.
"Shall I hold that for you, miss?"
"OK!"
"Shall I hold that for you, miss?"
"OK!"
CB continued down the road in perfect harmony.
"Ya know what?" Fionna asked Cake as the two of them walked through a tunnel made out of a gigantic ribcage. "Even though it wasn't our fault, it was probably the best that we lost those Turnovers."
"Huh?" Cake turned to her sister as they came to the skull's mouth. "Why?"
"It's kind of a reminder that we need to stay sharp. And extra safe." Fionna said as she climbed out of one huge eye socket.
"Oh yeah." Cake nodded.
"For instance, take this scary tavern here." Fionna gestured a pitch-black, stone cave in front of them, the edges spiky and sharp. "No sane person would ever go in here. So..."
"No thieves!" finished Cake.
"Exactly!" beamed Fionna.
"You are on a ROLL!" Cake said as the two of them walked inside the cave.
The two of them were swallowed in pitch-black darkness in a matter of seconds. Fionna thought this darkness was surreal. It was so dark it didn't seem possible.
"Peeyew." muttered Fionna as they walked through the thick darkness. Her voice echoed off the walls.
"Yeah." agreed Cake.
"...Cupcake."
"Yeah?"
"Did you just...tickle my back?"
"Just now?"
"Yeah."
"No."
"Huh..."
"...Fifi?"
"Yeah?"
"Did you just...like...rub my tail?"
"No."
"..."
"..."
"..."
"..."
"..."
"Cupcake, hand me those matches."
Cake did so.
Fionna lit one up.
The two girls screamed.
Fionna and Cake ran out of the cave into the sunlight, the hands of the monkey-like people still clawing after them.
Cake looked at the Turnover-pack. "Fifi, we got GOT. There's only one left!"
"WHAT!" Fionna stared in horror at the almost-empty pack. "OH, CRID! MY PLAN STLINKED, CUPCAKE! MY PLAN STLINKED ALL ALONG. I WAS BLINDED BY POMPOSITY! And now Prince Gumball's gonna get got and it's all my fault!"
"Easy, Fifi." Cake set a paw on Fionna's shoulder. "We've got a full Turnover left. PG's gonna be fine."
Fionna sniffed, smiled, and nodded. "Yeah. I won't sleep, eat, I won't BREATHE until the Turnovers are delivered." She sucked in a breath.
Cake watched as her sister began to turn red, then blue. "You can breath, Fifi."
Fionna shook her head.
"Seriously, girl, you're gonna-"
At that very moment, a ten-foot-tall falcon with mahogany wings swooped down and grabbed Fionna's shoulders in its talons, and lifted her up. Cake was just about to run after her, but she didn't need to. The straps from Fionna's pack opened, and she hit the ground thirteen feet from where Cake stood.
Cake ran over to her sister and helped her up. The two watched as the falcon disappeared into the clouds and out of sight.
"It's over, Cupcake." sniffled Fionna. "PG's gonna get croaked!"
"Yeah." Cake said in the most normal, most calm voice ever, as she piled three stones on top of each other like a small snowman. "Or we could smush in there and stop those peeples from socking off his head. You're call."
"You're right." Fionna turned to her sister in an unbelievably quick motion. "Cupcake! LET'S GO SAVE GUMBALL!"
The Regal Guilding Hall was made completely of brick, with a black shingle roof and huge circular windows. Inside, more than a hundred people were packed in, all silent. Too silent for a usual party.
Fionna and Cake burst through the doors.
The only thing visible over the crowds heads was a furry man raise a razor-sharp axe high, and Prince Gumball leaning over. The crowd was calling out, "CHOP! CHOP! CHOP! CHOP!"
"NO!" screamed Fionna.
She started for the man.
But the axe came down.
And a red liquid splattered everywhere.
Fionna froze, feeling like someone had cut her right in two. She closed her eyes, which were pouring out tears, her body trembling, her throat sore and tight. Gumball...
She peeked through her eyelids to see the mutilated corpse-
"HUH?"
"Another perfectly cut Turnover!" called out Prince Gumball. He had dressed specially for the occasion. He now wore a cream-colored tailcoat with a pink hem, neckline, and cuffs, with strawberry buttons. His pants were pink and he wore darker pink shoes. The crowd cheered as Prince Gumball took out a camera and took a picture. Let the Regal BackScratching Ceremony begin!
"Fifi, they're just slicing Turnovers." sighed Cake in immense relief. "And there's Cinnamon Bun over there."
They looked at the far corner, where CB waved to them.
"She must have delivered the decoys." sighed Fionna.
"..."
"..."
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"THE ONES WE POISONED!" The girls screamed in unison.
Fionna span around to Prince Gumball. He lifted up a Turnover piece and began to lift it towards his mouth.
"NO!" Fionna dashed forward, leaped high into the air, and slapped the Turnover right out of Prince Gumball's hands. "Don't eat that Turnover!" she cried as he landed on her side, brusing her knee.
"OK! Jeez, Fionna, I won't eat that Turnover." Prince Gumball lifted up another Turnover. "I'll eat this one instead!" He ate the entire thing in one bite.
"NO! PRINCE GUMBALL!"
But Prince Gumball remained motionless. His eyes were wide and blank, his mouth hanging open so that he looked like a bizarre statue.
"The Prince has been paralyzed!" Fionna cried, her eyes already brimming with tears.
"I'm not paralyzed!" breathed Prince Gumball. "I'm trapped in the FLAVOR."
Fionna and Cake stared at each other in disbelieving joy. "That means that WE must have been carrying the poisoned Turnovers all along!"
Back in the Tundra of Terror, the falcon flew motionless overhead, never flapping its wings.
It crashed into a cliff and fell in an unmoving pile.
"Good thing we failed." smirked Fionna. The two girls giggled.
"Excuse me?" the girls looked up at a inquiring Prince Gumball. "What's this I hear about 'poisoned Turnovers' and 'failing'?"
As she glared at the two girls, Cake edged away.
"Prince Gumball," sighed Fionna. "I thought I was brilliant. So I came up with a plan...that I thought was better than your plan, so I did it...But I messed up and made things worse...I'm sorry for everything. Especially for lying to you."
"Fionna, I forgive you." Prince Gumball smiled softly. "Cos I lied, too. They weren't gonna decapitate me. I just said that so you guys wouldn't eat the tarts."
Fionna stared. "Oh."
"Guess we're even!" said Prince Gumball.
He pulled Fionna in for an unexpected hug. She blushed deeply, trapped in the embrace. She eventually hugged back. "Guess so..."
"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, THE REGAL TURNOVERS HAVE ARRIVED!"
All eyes turned to the doorway. There was a giant gasp. The Regal Turnover Taker stood in the doorway, walking in with a sort of odd glide. Three pigeons flew around her, picking at the crumbs that fell around her. Fionna knew it was the Regal Turnover Taker, she had seen her picture, but the Taker has definitely deteriorated over the years. Deep scratches embedded her body in thick lines. Her cream frosting was smeared, peeling, and in some places, gone. A cross-crossing, strawberry-topped blot of cream served as her hair. Yellow, pink, and red frosting served as painted-on clothing.
"Nobody move!" Prince Gumball said loudly for everyone to hear. "She can't see or hear you, but she can feel your movement."
"Hello?" The Taker stumbled into the room, crubs falling and the birds flying about. Finally, she froze, only her eyes moving left to right. Fionna would have shivered if she could. Finally, the Taker whispered out, "Am I still alive? Am I still...living?"
And she fell back into darkness, always wondering, always unsure, always mysterious...
"Sheesh..." whispered Fionna.
EPISODE CONNECTIONS
At the end of "Control Freak" Cake says to Fionna "Let's go eat Cinnamon Bun;" however in this episode, she appears just fine.