Marceline's P.O.V.

'Nice move, wise guy. There better be a lake underneath us,' I thought as the air swished past my face. I looked down, and to my great joy, only saw hard peanut-brittle sidewalk and cold, unforgiving fudge garden.

I tensed. I'd never used my wings before, but hopefully I could flare my wings and catch enough air in them to avoid cleanup on aisle Bubba. I then realised that my wings were ever-so-slightly pinned between me and Bubba. 'Correction; cleanup on aisle us...' I thought, closing my eyes, preparing for the