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.
BEEMA—it isn't necessarily gender-swapped, just a different name.
SCRIPTED PLAY
Title Card
Beema types up the script, typing on the typewriter frantically.
"Hey, Cupcake, can you pass me an apple slice? I need it for Marshall Lee's Tomatoberry Cocktail."
"Here ya go," Cake formed her paw into a blade and sliced a piece of apple off of its core, handing it to Fionna. Fionna took it and stuck it on the lip of Marshall Lee's glass, of which contained Tomatoberry Cocktail: tomato and strawberry juice, blended with a dash of cinnamon. She then set it on the metal tray she had and picked it up carefully.
"I'll get started on the popcorn," Cake said, walking off to the cabinet.
Fionna took the tray and walked to the living room. Inside, Prince Gumball, Tree-Trunks, LSP, Sheldon, Marshall Lee, and Lord Monochromicorn were seated on the couches and chairs that had been placed for the special occasion: Fionna and Cake's Drama Club.
"Good evenin', gents," Fionna greeted them al before kneeling next to Tree-Trunks. "TT, here's your peach juice. Room temp, like you like it." Tree-Trunks smiled and took the warm peach-shaped glass with his trunk.
"LSP, here's your Friendglow," LSP scoffed as he took the non-alcoholic beverage-in-a-bottle, popping off the cap. He would really prefer a Friendgleezer, but when his parents found out he was drinking underage, he was grounded for five months and now had to be alcohol-chipped.
Fionna frowned as she approached the edible royal. "What did you order, PG?"
"I brought my own," Prince Gumball, wearing a deep pink hoodie with black laces and purple jeans, showed her his portable cup covered in peppermints. Two eyeballs swimming in pink liquid blinked at her.
"Chocolate espresso with a shot of vanilla for Mo-Chro," Fionna handed the black monochromicorn the tall, warm glass. He trotted his thanks.
"Tomatoberry Cocktail for Marshall Lee." Fionna held up the red glass in the ai. Immediately, a pale hand took it.
"Thanks, Fionna," Marshall Lee smirked, dressed in a grey tank top, a plaid grey jacket, jeans, black sneakers, and an Poison Shower cap. His hair had grown a bit longer, and he now had it pulled back into a small ponytail.
"Coffee for Beema," Fionna handed the small computer console the mug.
"And finally, a thimble of orange juice for Sheldon, the Worm that Lives in Cake's Dulcimer." Fionna kneeled next to the dulcimer that lay on the floor. A small worm appeared, smiling.
"You can just call me Sheldon."
"I got the popcorn!" Cake walked into the room, balancing a bowl the size of a baby carriage on her head. She picked it up and set it in the center of the room, and immediately, everyone scooped up a bit of the popcorn. It was Cake's specialty popcorn, and it was so good that they kept talking her into selling it: just normal popcorn, sprinkled in parmesan cheese and basil.
"Alright, let's go," Cake pulled Fionna behind the curtain in front of the boys. "We'll get started after we get dressed."
As Fionna pulled on an overlarge-grey sweatshirt, she heard LSP complain, "PG's in my seat."
"LSP, we changed the seating arrangements last week, remember? Sheldon couldn't see behind you," Fionna sighed, setting a green newsboy cap between her ears.
LSP scoffed, and she heard him take a long of Friendglow.
Fionna put on some lenseless glasses, and Cake threw a green scarf around her neck. The two girls then stepped out from behind the curtain. "Fionna and Cake's Drama Club is pleased to present you with this week's reenactment of...Torridity Torture. We will be reenacting the scene in which Captain Oblivious tells Sailer Boomeye that they're in grave danger."
"GET ON WITH THE SHOW!" LSP yelled, and the everyone glared.
"Beema, spotlight, please," Cake said.
The small computer sat down, and its screen went up in yellow light, illuminting the girls.
Fionna and Cake took out their scripts, flipping the first page over. Prince Gumball tilted his neck to read the front page, and he could make out the word 'WARNING.' Just as Fionna took a breath to speak, Prince Gumball said, "Hey, Fionna, what's that on the front page?"
Fionna flipped the page back over, and Cake copied, "Oh," Fionna says, "This is on all of the scripts we copy from the Mesh." (the web)
"It seems kinda important..."
"OK, let's look at it, Cupcake." The feline nodded and the two girls began to read aloud.
"WARNING: Federal lawprovides severe civil and criminal penalties for the unauthorized reproduction, distribution, or exhibition of copyrighted motion picture scripted material, criminal copyright infringement is investigated by the police of Aaa and may constitute a felony with a maximum penalty of up to five glabillion years in prison and/or a 500,000,000,000.05 aalop fine."
Fionna and Cake looked up at each other.
"Bye, everyone." "Sorry we have to cancel."
Fionna closed the door on the men's confused faces. Leaning against the wooden frame, she sighed, "We've been reenacting movies illegally."
"But these movies were from before the Great Fungi War." countered Cake, crossing her furry arms. "I'm sure no one'll mind if we reenact them."
"We should be safe, just in case," replied Fionna, and Cake nodded.
"No!" "Come on!" "Open up!" ".-. .-.. . .- ... ."
Fionna's eyes widened as she opened the door. The young men all stood there, some annoyed and some confused, and in LSP's case, angry. With his arms crossed, Prince Gumball asked, "Are we watching a play next week?"
"Uh...I dunno if we can find a movie we can legally reenact," Fionna replied sheepishly, rubbing the back of her neck.
"Fionna, I need this club," LSP said, crossing his arms angrily. "If I don't participate in at least ONE kind of social gathering, my parents'll take away car privileges."
".. / .- .-.. .- .- -.- ... / .-.. - - -.- / ..-. - .-. .- .- .-. -.. / - - / -.. .-. .- - .- / -.-. .-.. ..- -... / .- .-.. .-.. / .- . . -.-" Lord Monochromicorn added.
Fionna took a deep breath, but didn't sigh. "Me and Cupcake promise we'll give you guys a reenactment we can legally reenact."
The men sighed in relief, and LSP nodded, uncrossing his arms. Then they all bid their farewells-LSP's in the form of a grunt-and descended into the night, headed for their homes.
"Fifi, every single script Beema copies has that warning!" Cake reminded her sister, her paws on her hips.
"I know, but I need to think a bit," Fionna closed the door and began to pace the living room. "Hm..."
Click
"Hmm..."
Click
"Hmmm..."
Click
"Beema, would you stop it!" Fionna hissed, turning to the small computer.
Beema's face was completely white, with a few random letters in the corner, as well as a flashing black line. Beema's face appeared back on the screen in a flash. "I'm sorry. I was just checking on my keyboard."
Fionna's eyebrows rose. "Your...what?"
"My keyboard. For my files," Beema said, as if it were obvious."
Fionna gasped, and you could almost see the light-bulb above her head. "That's it, Cake!"
Cake, who was stuffing her mouth full of scoop after scoop of leftover popcorn, asked, "Hmuf?"
"We're going to WRITE A PLAY!"
Cake gasped, unfortunately spending the fifteen minutes choking on popcorn.
DAY 1
"PLAY-WRITING TIME!"
"If we want to write a reenactment, we have to have an original act," Fionna told Cake as they, along with Beema, stood at the top of an emerald green grass the next day. "So from now until next week, we're goin to make our time as interesting and play-worthy as possible."
Laughter interrupted her. Turning around, Fionna saw Mrs. Danish and Ms. Eclair sitting at a flowery table, clinking flower-like teacups together.
"Perfect," Fionna proclaimed, and turned to her friends, "Alright, if we want good play material, it has to be as natural as possible. So let's blend into our surroundings."
The girls hit the deck, or in this case, hit the grass, keeping their eyes and ears peeled.
"So then I said, Why don't you put your money where your mouth is?" Ms. Eclair was proclaiming boisterously. "And you know what she did?"
"Whatever did she do?" Mrs. Danish asked, spreading some butter on a jelly biscuit.
"She ate the ENTIRE BANK!" Ms. Eclair exclaimed, and the women burst into exploding laughter. The entire time, Beema types furiously, refusing to lose track of the conversation.
Cries of laughter reached Fionna's ears, and she turned to her right. In the distance, beyond a few trees, she could make out a jollyball game going on. "Guys, come on!"
The girls ran down the hill, through the trees, and into a shrub near the field.
On the field, a young lollipop child attempted to kick the fuzzy blue ball, only to accidentally slip and land on his back. As the other jollyball-players ran after the ball, the lollipop boy cried, "MOMMY!"
His mother was at his side in a heartbeat. "Oh, sweetie, it's OK."
Their next attempt at scene-catching brought them to a track course. They watched as Cinnamon Bun ran full speed at a raised bar, panting and huffing. Unfortunately, as her hands hit the bar, it snapped right off, and Cinnamon Bun went flying into a cart of equipment.
The girls flinched, but Beema kept typing.
Their NEXT attempt brought them to the Glindisburg wishing well, where a candy cane couple stood. The wife took out a golden coin, closed her eyes, and said, "I wish we'll be together forever." And tossed the coin in.
"Awww..." the girls chorused.
The husband looked terrified. "Forever?"
"Ooooh..." the girls grimaced.
The girls spent the rest of the day watching people and writing their actions and conversations. They watched as two bakers got into a heated fight about the creampuff-to-cupcake ratios. They scripted a customer's gushing compliments as she saw her painting the artist made her. They typed a a group of children's time in the park. They observed a group of buck-wild teenagers camping in the woods. They listened to a couch training his student on how to do proper push-ups. Finally, after witnessing Miss Churro ask the Ye Old Hattery's manager countless questions on their storage of fluffy green caps, the two girls went home.
The two girls were positive that they had wonderful material, but as they read the paper Beema had printed out, all they could do was frown.
"I don't get it," Cake sighed, "It's just a lot of random stuff. It's not really a story."
"Yeah," huffed Fionna, "I know. We need stuff that's entertaining, but believable, and it all has to tie into an ACTUAL storyline."
"How about...a MUSICAL!" exclaimed Cake, her tail puffing excitedly.
"Exactly what I was thinking! A melodrama!"
Cake frowned. "That's not what I-"
"Let's get to work!"
DAY 2
"OK, Slime Prince!" Fionna called up to the top of the waterfall. "The Alligatorbots have taken over your village! It's your job to take vengeance! Now, what you need to do is jump into the Alligatorbots' headquaters-" Fionna gestured to the pool of water, which was filled with snapping alligators "-wipe them all out with your awsome ninja skills, and walk out of the water victoriously. You need to be as realistic as possible. More real than reality itself. But be careful, or you'll be eaten alive."
Slime Prince nodded and dove into the water.
The alligators dove after him.
Fionna and Cake gawked.
Then, Slime Prince rose from the water, the alligators forming a spinning platform beneath him, with his voice singing a single note. "Aaaaaaaaaa~!"
Fionna scoffed angrily. "No, no, no! There's no singing in this script!"
"I was just doing what Cake told me to do." Slime Prince replied, shrugging his slimy shoulders atop the alligators.
Fionna turned to Cake with a raised eyebrow. Cake simply put her paws on her hips. "I thought it'd add some pizzaz!"
"This isn't Le Tragiques, Cupcake," huffed Fionna. Turning to Beema, she ordered, "Beema, erase that from the script."
Just as Beema's small hand hovered over its backspace key, Cake whispered, "Hey, Beema. Save that in the file."
Beema didn't know what to do, so she made two files: one with the singing and one without.
"OK, here's the deal," Cake told LSP and Peppermint Maid. The minty maid and the lumpy royal sat at a small wooden table, a small candlestick lit, a glass bowl of creamy cajun chicken pasta between them. "You two are both on a date. LSP, you're going to try to convince Peppermint Maid to elope with you. But you have to do it all in SONG. Remember, as realistic as possible, but with singing. And...action!"
LSP looked unhappy to sing, but he did so.
"Oh, my love,
I greatly hope
That you will take my glove
So that we may elope."
Peppermint Maid put on a shocked face, then she shook her head.
"Oh, no,
I simply cannot!
My am engaged to my beau,
We really nought!
I do love you, amor,
I do proclaim,
We are enamored,
And none is to blaim!
But I am betrothed,
Oh, Glob above,
I do pray to be allowed,
To be with my true love,
So that we may be vowed!"
LSP stared at Peppermint Maid in surprise for a moment before glaring. "What the mess, man? That's WHY I'm trying to run away with you. So that you don't have to marry another guy?" When Peppermint Maid didn't respond, LSP cried out in annoyance and flipped the table over angrily, scattering its contents. "Augh, bump this garbage. I'm gonna go spraypaint something."
Cake waved her arms back and forth, trying to stop him. "No, no, no, wait! Wait! That wasn't right! You were supposed to-"
"I thought it was great," Fionna smiled, and Cake turned to her in disbelief.
"What?"
"Yeah. The table flip was great. I liked it." Fionna yawned, stretched, and began to walk away. "Let's call it a day. We'll start again tomorrow."
DAY 3
"Fionna, just how does this work, exactly?" Prince Gumball asked as he stood a few feet away, his gummy eyebrows furrowed. His hair was slightly curled, and his body was clad in a calf-long toga. A gold belt was tied around the waist, and gold sandals clad his feet. As he moved his arms, the gold bracelets gleamed in the sun. He was standing in the middle of a not-too-big golden chariot tied to a bullfrog the size of a car. The bullfrog bucked and roared and croaked, trying to break away from the chains holding it to the ground.
"You're gonna ride the chariot around for a while while Beema types. You have to be as realistic and as believable as you can, or this won't work. Got it?"
"I guess so," Prince Gumball said, taking the reins of the chariot.
"Hey, Fifi?"
"Yeah, Cupcake?"
"What if he said something sing-y while he took off?" Cupcake asked, smiling in hope. "Something like, Allons-y~!"
"Wh-No! That's stupid!"
Cake glared, her tail flicking madly.
"OK...Cake! Break the chains!"
Cake reached over and formed her paws into a sharp, wrench-like clip, and snapped the chains that held the bullfrog down.
It only took ten seconds for the bullfrog to roar and break away from the carriage, tearing off a large chunk of wood as Prince Gumball flew backwards with a surprised cry.
Fionna screamed in frustration as the bullfrog bounded away, thumping the ground with its flippers. "Beema, don't save that." Beema deleted the file she was typing. "Cupcake, you broke the chains wrong! The bullfrog got away!"
"Sorry," Cake shrugged, not sounded too sincere. "I kinda liked it, though."
"Cupcake, this is serious! We need a script in four days!" Fionna groaned and slapped her forehead. "Look, what's you're idea?"
"Alright, people," Cake proclaimed, "It's been a long day. A lot of bullfrog-hasslin' and junk. But we will have that script! Mrs. Cupcake, you are Toinette Jackson."
"Alright," Mrs. Cupcake nodded, adjusting her wedding veil.
"And Lordy, you're Noah Anderson. You're going to reveal that you never really loved Toinette, but was just after her father's fortune. In SONG!"
".. / -.-. .- -. .-. - / .- -.-. - ..- .- .-.. .-.. -.- / ... .. -. -. -..- / -... ..- - / - -.- .- -.- .-.-.-"
"But then you both realize that you DO love each other, and you both say 'I do!.' And then, Sheldon, you say..."
"Allons-y!" The worm replied from Cake's dulcimer.
Alright people, realistic and singing. Morph them. And...go!"
"Do you, Toinette Jackson,
Take Noah Anderson to be your wed,
So that you may love him,
And cherish him,
Until you are dead?" sung Sheldon.
"I do," Mrs. Cupcake replied, winking at Lord Monochromicorn, who black skin tinged pink. Cupcake's jaw dropped.
"Do you, Noah Ander-"
"HOLD ON!" Cupcake yelled. "Beema, stop typing."
As Beema stopped moving its tiny fingers along its keyboard, Cake stalked over to the faux-couple. "Mrs. Cupcake, I didn't tell you to wink at Lordy!"
"-.-. .- -.- . -..- / .. - .-. ... / - -.- .- -.- .-.-.- / .. - .-. ... / -. - - / .-. . .- .-.. .-.-.-"
"I don't like the way you're flirting with Lordy!" Cake glared at Mrs. Cupcake. (Just for the record, Mrs. Cupcake isn't married. Her name is literally Mrs.)
"I don't see him complainin'," Mrs. Cupcake replied, folding her arms.
Cake's tail puffed out bigger than ever. "YOU LITTLE-" Cake pounced on Mrs. Cupcake, sinking her claws into her icing.
As the next five minute continued in Fionna cheering and Lord Monochromicorn trying to break the two girls apart, Sheldon just murmured, "Allons-y!"
DAY 4
The next day, Fionna and Cake sat on their sofa, watching as Beema slowly printed out another page, now three, of their 'script.'
Fionna sighed, the only sound apart from the whirring of Beema's printer. "Beema, how long will it take to print out our scripts."
"Ninety-two hours."
The girls jumped. "NINETY-TWO HOURS?"
"Yes. You made me type a lot of material...About ninety-two hours."
"Cupcake...We should talk about our script."
"Yeah, we should go over it."
"I thought we typed some pretty good stuff. But I only think half of it is useful."
"Really? Me too!"
Fionna beamed. "For real?"
"Yeah! I was thinking the exact same thing!"
"Great!"
"Yeah!"
"You finally agree it's a melodrama!"
"Yeah-WAIT!" Cake caught herself just in time, and her tail twitched in annoyance. "No!"
"What?!"
"Musical!"
"WHAT?!"
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN, WHAT?!"
The two girls, annoyed and furious, span to the confused computer in front of them. "Beema, who's right?!"
Beema sat still and silent for a few moments before going into sleep-mode. Its body went limp.
Fionna glared at her sister. "We'll ask her when she wakes up."
"No need. I know Beema'll use the best material!"
"I know that, too!"
"Well, then. I guess I'll see you at Drama Club, Fionna."
"I guess you will, Cake."
And with that, the two girls stormed off, leaving Beema alone and confused.
Fionna and Cake didn't talk for the next three days. The only sounds exchanged between them were grunts and hisses, and the only time they looked at each other was to glare.
Soon enough, it was time for Drama Club to begin. Prince Gumball, LSP, Lord Monochromicorn, Tree-Trunks, Sheldon, and Marshall Lee all came, as well as Mrs. Cucpake, Slime Prince, Peppermint Maid, Cinnamon Bun, and a random guy. They all chattered and laughed excitedly as they sipped their drinks. Even LSP was happy. Or, he didn't look unhappy. He wasn't glaring at anything.
A few moments later, Fionna and Cake stood before them, smiling for the first time in days.
"We're glad you could all make it for this week's Drama Club reenactment," Cake said proudly. "I hope ya'll in the mood for music."
"Get ready to be on the edge of your sets for tonight's melodrama!" Fionna added.
Cake glared at her sister, her tail crackling. "It's more of a musical. Right, Beema?"
"Ehhhh...aaaaahhhh...erm...?" Beema mumbled under its breath as it held out the scripts.
"I guess we'll see, Cake," clipped Fionna, snatching the script.
"I guess we will, Fionna," scoffed Cake as she snatched her script.
The audience clapped slowly, confused and uncomfortable as they whispered to one another. LSP just burped loudly.
Fionna looked down at her script and began. "Hey, Cupcake. Could you hand me that apple?" Fionna looked up at her script to glare at the computer console. "Beema, this isn't what we-"
"READ THE FRIKKIN' SCRIPT!" screeched Beema.
Fionna paled. "Hey, Cupcake. Could you hand me that apple?"
"Sure thing, Fifi," Cake replied, handing her the toy apple.
"Cupcake, you're such a good friend."
"Thanks, Fifi."
"No, I mean it. You're always there for me. I never have to be worried or angry or afraid because I know you'll be there to protect me. You've always been there and you always will, even when we disagree with each other. You're not only my sister, you're...my best friend..." Fionna voice drifted into silence.
Cake paused, then said, "Thanks, Fifi. I feel the same way. You've always cared for me. When I was sick, or scared, or sad, you were always the first one to cheer me up. We've always been best friends, and I know we always will be. Nothing will ever come between us..."
There was a silence as the audience watched Fionna and Cake tear up a bit.
Fionna tossed her script away. "I LOVE YOU, CUPCAKE!"
"I LOVE YOU TOO, FIFI!"
The audience cheered madly as the two girls embraced each other, sobbing and blubbering out apologies. LSP didn't clap, though. Not because he was unimpressed, but because he was too busy bawling his eyes out.
"I'm sorry for fighting with you," Fionna whimpered as she brushed a tear away.
"Me too," Cake sniffled. "I was being stupid."
"Not as much as I was."
LSP managed to blubber out, "That...was great...I can't wait...for next week's reenactment!"
Beema lit up in joy. "Allons-y!"
Everyone laughed.
TRIVIA
All of the main characters appear in this episode except Ice Queen.
LSP's personality changed dramatically in this episode.
The quote, "Allons-y!" is another Doctor Who reference.
