The Mission Part 2

Bubblegum was asleep in her bed, struggling against a series of bizarre dreams (ones which were, admittedly, inconsequential to the plot and were only good for a quick throwaway gag). In a phantasmagorical montage of nonsense, she argued sciencey jargon with an ancient squid god.

"No, Dr. Cephalopod," she grumbled, groggily. "You can't mix your moricilgleptomine in my deptathinesportosia. It may cause a glyconumerical meltdown of the enth degree…no, I didn't mean it in that way!"

(… Who writes this skullduggery?)

Startled by her own lack of scientific standards, Bubblegum cracked her eyes open, groggily. As she smacked her lips through a terrible case of morning breath, she took notice of the fact that an all-too-familiarly annoying shape had taken up residence in her bed.

"What the..?" she huffed. Her eyes focused and she could finally make out the details of Cinnamon Bun, and she jumped from shock. "Gah! CB!" she cried. "What are you doing in my bed?"

"Um…" Cinnamon Bun thought, rubbing his chin absent-mindedly. He knew he was supposed to do something "uncouth," but his mind, easily-scattered and half-baked as it was, had long since drifted to nonsensical matters. "I forgot."

Bubblegum sighed and stretched her arms. "Look, I appreciate how confusing your life must be, buddy, I really do," she groaned, "But, don't you think you could save these little moments for after I've had a chance to get dressed?"

Cinnamon Bun laughed in typical abject stupidity. "Nah!"

Bubblegum rubbed her eyes in silent acquiescence. "Right… Should have guessed." As she prepared to start the day in Cinnamon Bun-mode, she noticed for the first time that he had been holding his hands behind his back, clearly hiding something.

"I'm sure I'll regret asking this," she started, "But, do you mind telling me what you're hiding back there?"

"Uuuuh…" Cinnamon Bun pondered. Then it hit him (and, eventually, her as well). "Oh yeah!" he shouted proudly before revealing a large mallet and bonking Bubblegum on the head.

(Another especially lazy flashforward later)

(Gimme a break, would ya? I'm tired and consumed with existential dread)

(Well, isn't that just a classic excuse? You could just admit that you're a lazy, good-for-nothing has-been with nothing but half-baked ideas and smoking sticks driving your writing!)

(Look, my editor is also really bad at meeting deadlines, and he's supposed to be the one writing all of these interesting time progression scenes)

(Well, yes. I suppose that's true. I think maybe it was a mistake hiring you and your uncreative team of inner city miscreants to write the greatest story ever told. What am I paying you for, anyways?)

(For the realization of your upsetting fantasies about children in a children's cartoon. And also, you aren't paying me anything)

(I should say not! You couldn't get a scene transition right if it was spelled out for you by sexy women who smell like pasta!)

(While that is valid…and creepy… I never expected that anyone would be terribly concerned about the daily dealings of Cinnamon Bun. You see that one episode where he was, like, a super, awesome cool guy riding a flying fire-wolf? It's just weird, man)

(Yes, well… Point taken)

Cinnamon Bun stood proudly and absent-mindedly atop a peculiarly large box in the middle of town, surrounded by an enormous stockpile of snacks and brandishing a hastily-painted sign reading "FreeE Kandeey." In consideration of even more reasons he was perpetually only slightly aware of, he offered his fellow Candy Kingdom residents as many uncomfortably-familiar snacks as they could eat.

"Extry! Extry!" Cinnamon Bun shouted. "I got snacks! Lotsa lotsa snacks!"

"Oh boy!" a Marshmallow Kid shouted. "I'm so hungry I could eat an octo-gummy!"

"Yeah?" a cockeyed, pirated-sounding Gummy Octopus snapped at him, crawling out from behind a greasy barrel. "Well, I'm so hungry, I could eat a bag o' marshmallers!"

"That's just weird, Jerry," the Marshmallow Kid answered. "You got serious problems, Jerry. And, also, where did you come from, Jerry?"

Totally unconcerned by the frankly unrealistic amount of treats Cinammon Bun was offering (and the ongoing peculiarities of living alongside Jerry and Marshmallow Kid), a crowd had soon gathered around to partake of the dough boy's wares. Happily joining in the excitement, Starchy made his way to the front of the crowd to get what he was fairly sure was a well-deserved snack after a hard day of napping.

"Say, there, Buddy Ceebs!" he chimed in cheerfully. "That's mighty alright of ya! How much do I owe ya?"

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuhhhhh…" Cinnamon Bun droned, flipping his sign over and upside down and gazing intently at it for an answer. "That'll be, uh… 'fffffreeeeeee' gold coins?"

"What's that, ya say?" Starchy asked through a bite of his snack. "Three gold coins?"

"Uh… no…" Cinnamon Bun answered, looking at his sign again. "I think it says 'faaaareeeee,' or something."

"Oh," Starchy mused, before getting the idea. "Oh! Free, ya say! Well, gee dang it, if that ain't the peachiest deal since that time I got into a knife fight with those peach ring nuns! And just a downright bizarre occurrence, to boot! Thank ya kindly, good buddy!" As he trotted off, Cinnamon resumed his very proud stance, content in the idea that he had accomplished something.

"Heh heh," he chuckled. "I can't read."

As the Candy People continued to munch on their assortments of sugary treats, another peculiarity inherent to the situation occurred to Mr. Cupcake, who cheerfully offered his two cents. "I say, ol' sport," he began. "How did you manage to lay hold of all of these decadent delicacies?"

"I-uh-uh," CB stammered. "I got it from the royal stash! Uh… Princess Bubblegum said I could."

"That's funny," a nearby Banana Guard chimed in through a mouthful of banana-flavored taffy. "Pribubble G never mentioned a massive outgoing shipment from the royal stash." He rubbed his chin. "Speaking of which, where is the princess? She didn't show up for report, this morning."

"Uh…uh…" CB stammered. "She's… uh… having a… crab… party…" He began to sweat mushy icing as the Banana Guards cocked their heads in the sort of confusion one exhibits when confronted with the intricacies of rocket science.

Little did anyone (Cinnamon Bun among them, more or less) know that Princess Bubblegum and her majordomo, Peppermint Butler, were actually inside the box CB was sitting on, gagged by cloth and bound by rope. CB, subconsciously, knew that these two were the only two members of the Candy Kingdom who could potentially ruin Gunmor's plan for world-domination if they were to escape, and thus in the box under CB's butt they were thrown (…Ew…). Hearing the Candy People outside, they did their best to make noise and shake the box to alert them to their presence. Cinammon Bun knew that this was (probably) a bad thing, and, in a panic, he slammed his buttocks onto the box. Everyone around him stared at him in complete silence at this increasingly bizarre behavior (well, even more bizarre than his usual bizarre behavior).

"Uh…" he droned, "who wants more snacks?!"

"Ooo! I do! I do!" the Banana Guards cheered.

And, just like that (as pretty much anyone might expect), the issue was forgotten entirely, and the Candy People continued their revelry. As they finished their snacks, Cinnamon Bun stood again and clapped his hands to get everyone's attention.

"Alright, everybody!" he shouted cheerfully. "Now's the part where you guys all shut up for a sec!" And at that, the Candy People were silenced (though many harrumphed at his rudeness). Even so, CB pressed on. "Now I want all of us to hold hands!"

They all just stared at him. "Um...why?" one person asked.

"Because…uh…" CB stammered. "Because we're good friends! And…I want us to sing a song about how good of friends we are!"

The crowd was silent for a while (except one guy who coughed to break up the monotony, for a sec).

"Yeah, okay…" someone chimed in from the back. "I mean… I guess that's a thing we could do."

"Alright, guys!" CB shouted. "Quit making this so weird for me! Just hold each other's hand and let's start singing!"

"What song are we singing?" someone else asked.

"Aw, man, just make something up!" CB shouted impatiently.

They all looked at each other, shrugged, and did as he said. The results were as dubious as one might expect as the crowd cacophonously broke out into a series of odd songs. Eventually, a few songs took over the group as teams developed to compete with one another over who had the best song:

We're the very best of friends

No one even knows

How great we are.

We're the very best of friends,

As righteous as a shooting star

And our friendship is pretty great

Greater than eleven grapes

You don't even get it, dude

So please go away,

Because you're rude.

Who's that creeping up to

My best buddy's window?

I'm gonna have to kick him

With my elbow.

That's what I do to jerks

Who mess with my best friends:

I make sure they feel an agony that never ends

Please get me out of this fanfiction

I don't even know what I'm saying

I am taking orders

To go get takeout

From that sweet noodle place

Down the road.

What would you guys like?

No, Dennis,

I'm not going to make an extra run to go get tacos.

We collectively agreed on noodles and that's what you're going to get and if you don't like it, maybe you aren't even a good friend at all

As everyone sang, an orange pendant fell out of Cinnamon Bun's chest, and he chanted something into it as fast as he could under the din of horrible music. In a literal flash, they were all transported (including the box that Cinnamon Bun sat on) to the middle of Darclua's town square, where Gunmor, Vlad and Mina were waiting for them. They all chattered in confusion.

"Mina! Now!" Gunmor shouted. At his command, Mina pressed a button on a remote control to pull out a giant TV screen in townsquare, showing the faces of the three Vampires. "Now, comrades, get ready!" the three Vampires wiggled their fingers and their eyes became vortices, chanting in tandem;

Look into my eyes and you will clearly see

That the only meaning of your pitiful life is to serve me!

Bubblegum and Peppermint Butler gasped in fear, knowing full well that this was a Vampire spell. With haste, Bubblegum pulled a hairpin from her pajama pocket, and began sawing her restraints off.

But, it was too late. All of the Candy People's eyes turned into vortices themselves, their expressions becoming blank and zombie-like. "Yes, master. We will do as you command."

Gunmor chuckled evilly to himself before turning his attention to Cinnamon Bun, happily. "Good work, best buddy!"

"Hahahahaha!" Cinnamon Bun leapt in joy right off the box. "Thanks, best buddy!" Cinnamon Bun replied. "Now…uh…can I have that thing you promised?"

"What thing?" Gunmor questioned. Then, after a brief moment of thought, he snapped his fingers in remembrance. "Oh yes! He tossed a moray eel to CB. "Here ya go, sport! Enjoy yourself!"

"Oh boy! Oh boy! Oh boy!" Then CB began slamming the fish on the ground, laughing like an
idiot.

Then, with all her might, Bubblegum kicked her way out of the box. "Cease and desist!"

"Huh?" Gunmor took notice of the candy princess, annoyed by the intrusion. "What's all this, then?"

Bubblegum gasped in horror as she saw her people shambling around like zombies, mindlessly bumping into each other, with some even gnawing on each other's arms (an unfortunate sight she knew all too well, what with her many zombie-related escapades). Then she looked straight at Gunmor with a knowing and hateful glance. "You! You're the cause of all this!"

"Who the heck are you?" Gunmor asked, slightly annoyed. "And what are you doing in that box?"

"Oh, that's just Princess Bubblegum!" Cinnamon Bun said plainly. "She's the one who imprisoned you in that bench back at the creepy forest!"

"Really, now? Gunmor asked with a devilish grin. He turned to Bubblegum. "Is this true?"

"Heck yeah, it's true!" She shouted. "I've heard all about you and I wasn't about to let you takeover Ooo!" PB turned her attention to Cinnamon Bun. "CB! Why? Why did you help this monster escape?!"

"Uh..." Cinnamon Bun said, innocently. "'Cuz he's my best friend. And…well…you're kind of bossy."

Bubblegum boiled with anger. "Why do you always have to make things worse for us?! You think I left all those signs out there and built that creepy forest for you for poots and giggles?! I was trying to keep you from summoning one of the most evil monsters ever to walk the earth!"

"Oh, it's only going to get worse, sweetheart," Gunmor said, sadistically. "For you!" He dashed towards Bubblegum, grabbing her tightly by the throat and lifting her into the air with one arm, making her gasp for breath as she struggled in vain to escape his grasp. Gunmor once again turned his eyes into vortices;

Look into my eyes and you will clearly see

That the only meaning of your pitiful life is to serve me!

There was little reaction from Bubblegum beyond her asphyxiation, only a sour, contemptuous frown. "What?" Gunmor questioned. "Why didn't that..." Then, Bubblegum head-butted him, loosening his grip on her before she kicked him in the "boin loins." Mina and Vlad gasped in fear, the former rushing to his side while the former cowered on the sidelines.

"I'm…not so…easily, Gunmor," Bubblegum said, panting as she massaged her throat. She put herself in a battle ready position, gesturing for him to come at her, bro.

"Huhuhuh," Cinnamon Bun chuckled. "Sorry, best buddy! I guess I forgot to mention that Bubblegum is immune to mind control!"

"Yes!" Gunmor said, irritably, his voice having gone up an octave. "I can see that, Lieutenant Self-Evident!" Angered by this turn of events, Gunmor eyed Bubblegum with hatred. "Get her, you...!" Gunmor started, before clearing his throat to restore his voice to its former glory. "Get her, you saccharine-zombie fools!"

Bubblegum only had a second to react, and she couldn't really think about appealing to her people's better judgement. Luckily for her, having dated a Vampire in the past, Bubblegum had a fair amount of knowledge to know that her people were under some kind of vampiric hypnosis. And the only way to stop it was to kill the Vampires in question. So, she scanned the battlefield, looking for a perfect stabbing implement. Come on, PB, focus! Our life and our people's lives depend on it! Finally, she took notice a Banana Guard wielding a spear. Superlative! So, she decided to go for the Banana Guard and, using her excellent fighting skills, she managed to take down some of her people, none-fatally, using jiu-jitsu slams and swift punches and kicks to take each person out with speed and precision, easily dodging each of their lunges with quick evasions and jumps.

Eventually, she made it to the Banana Guard and wrestled him for his spear, the two spinning around in multiple circles. Come…on…let…it…go! The Banana Guard proved too strong for a prolonged struggle, so Bubblegum decided to go for the direct approach "KARATE CHOP!" she shouted as she struck the Guard in his melon (or rather that black, stemmy thing on a banana peel that roughly equates to a melon...no puns intended, of course), causing him to fall unconscious. She took his spear, using a spin attack to knock back the candy people attempting to surround her. Immediately after, she returned her focus to the Vampire King. With only a split second window of opportunity to focus her attack on the Vampire King, she ran as fast as she could towards him, spear extended, shouting to keep her fears at bay.

While the scary, screaming pink lady caused Vlad to jump to the side and duck for cover, Mina decided to step in and, before Bubblegum could turn Gunmor into an undead shish-kebab, blocked the strike with her bare claws and hissed at the Candy princess with a now more monstrous looking face. Bubblegum gasped at the vampire's speed and only had a split second to jump out of the way of Mina's other hand with a backflip. Bubblegum span around in an attempt to take Mina with a surprise chest strike, but the latter simply caught the spear tip in one of her high heels, stomp it on the ground and broke it off. Mina kicked the princess with her other foot, sending her rolling in the sand, making her lose her weapon. Bubblegum, battered and bruised, took deep breaths to fight through the pain and jumped back on her feet, putting herself back into a battle-ready stance. As Mina flew at her, claws extended, Bubblegum waited patiently to find an opening. Then, as if her brilliant mind got the perfect scan, Bubblegum grabbed the Vampire's wrist and used the latter's momentum to throw her over her shoulder, sending Mina crashing into some of the Candy People. Bubblegum gasped at her gaffe. "Oh no! My peeps!" Mina angrily charged at her with fury, Bubblegum narrowly ducking with a nicked shoulder in the process. Bubblegum dodged the rest of her attacks, looking for another opening and making sure the Vampire stayed in her line of sight and away from her people. If she tried taking the Vampire without a weapon, she would be dead. She then scanned the area and found the tip of the spear she lost and got a new idea. As Mina went for another swipe, Bubblegum rolled to the ground and grabbed a handful of sand to throw into the Vampire's eyes. Mina recoiled in pain, giving Bubblegum a golden opportunity run for the makeshift knife to grab it and attempt to finish off Mina.

Vlad, peaking from under his cape, saw that the princess had taken the upper hand, and he gasped. "Oh no! Mina!" In a moment of genuine courage, he flew as fast as he could to her side. "I'M COMIIIIIING!" However, as he approached Bubblegum, she turned her makeshift dagger towards him, causing him to go, "Yipes!" and he flew back to Gunmor's side. However, this distraction gave Mina a golden opportunity to grab the princess, restraining her knife hand and holding her neck, tightly, in the other. She twisted Bubblegums wrist raw to make her drop the knife, then proceeded to punch her in the gut, three times, making the princess retch from the force. Seeing the princess was sufficiently dazed, she raised her claws to deliver the finishing blow.

"Mina! Stop! That's enough!" Gunmor grunted in pain, causing Mina to stop dead in her. "I want this one alive." Mina grumbled in frustration at being denied her victory, but took a second to cool down when she remembered what the plan was, then sighed as she tossed the princess to the ground. Before Bubblegum could make one final attempt to grab for the knife, Gunmor scooped her up in a telekinetic grip and brought her a little closer. He laughed, evilly. "Impressive, wench! But, did you honestly think you stood a chance against three of the…" He looked down at a sniveling Vlad, who pathetically looked back at Gunmor. The King scoffed. "I mean two of the most powerful Vampires in the world. Heck, I don't even need to touch you in order to defeat you…not that I wouldn't mind it, however." Gunmor winked and chuckled. Bubblegum. "Oh, calm your sweet-buns, hun! I'm just kidding. I don't even like non-vamps. You're too soft and squishy."

"You won't get away with this!" Bubblegum shouted, ignoring his sarcastic banter. "I'll find a way to stop you!"

Gunmor gave an amused laugh. "I'd love to see you try it, Pretty-n-Pink," In sick, sadistic pleasure, he slammed her on the ground, the force strong enough to knock the wind right out of her. She moaned in pain, her eyes blinking in-and-out of focus before finally falling unconscious. Gunmor laughed. He snapped his finger in the direction of the Banana Guards. "You! The ones in the stupid-looking monocot outfits! Take the princess to the dungeon. And if she tries anything, again…" He rubbed his hands together, creating visible beams of writhing electricity and directing the streaks from his fingers into the staves of each of the Banana Guards. "Give her a 'shocking' surprise!" He laughed maniacally.

"Yes, master," a Banana Guard said.

"We shall due your bidding, master," another spoke.

"What the heck is a monocot, master?" One asked.

"Also, master," another interjected. "You should definitely work on your jokes. They leave a lot to be desired."

"Your face leaves a lot to be desired!" Gunmor shouted, angrily, bringing down of lightning to vaporize the Banana Guard who (fairly) criticized his sense of humor, leaving behind a smoldering, black smudge where he once stood. Gunmor chuckled, evilly, as Vlad and Mina looked in shock at his surprising choice to eliminate one of his minions so haphazardly, despite the plan. He blew the smoke from his index finger like a gun barrel and pointed in the direction of the castle. "Now, get to work, you dogs! Before I decided to cook you, as well!" And with that, the Guards carried off the princess's limp body to Castlesvasmia, two of them securing her arms while the rest kept a tight circle around the other two to prevent her from escaping.

Gunmor chuckled a bit. "Teach those mortals to question my sense of humor." Soon, however, Gunmor bent over from the pain in his plum package (Jeez. The things I do to keep a T-Rating),

"My lord!" Mina exclaimed, worriedly as she rushed to his side to help him back up. "Are you alright?"

Gunmor winced and breathed heavily from the agony. "Ow, ow, ow. Yeah, boy. My children are gonna be feeling that, in the morning." He looked at Mina with an embarrassed expression, and then coughed. "Um… I mean yes, of course I'm alright! Barely felt a thing!"

Mina raised an eyebrow at this obvious feigning of weakness. "In any case, my lord, we should definitely keep a close eye on her." She rubbed her eyes to get the small remaining grains of sand out of her lashes. "She's a lot stronger than she looks."

"Yes…she is," Gunmor agreed, shuttering at the fact that his dinghy was desecrated (I'm feeling really dirty, right now, guys) by such a lowly creature. "But, ultimately she is a minor inconvenience. Even if she does escape, we'll put her in her place, again. Vlad floated embarrassedly to his master's side. Gunmor derided him. "And, hopefully, some of us will do a better job of looking out for their friends when they're in danger, hmm?" Vlad gave a weak nod and a whimper. "Right then!" Gunmor pulled the other two into a huddle, causing Vlad to cringe. "So, let's review, shall we! Vlad, have you got the Blue Wizard Shields in their pedestals?"

"A-All present and accounted for, my lord," He stammered. "They shall not be able to penetrate Castlesvasmia's defenses." He grew a dourer look on his face. "That is, if they don't use any Orange-Wizard pendants."

"Don't worry about that, Vlad," Gunmor said with a confidant slap on the back, which caused a Vlad to yelp. "That's what we have the thralls for. And Mina, have you awakened all the monsters with the Red Wizard Pendants and set all the cameras and traps with the Yellow Wizard Pendants?

Mina nodded. "Everything is ready, my lord. The beasts are a little cranky after their slumber, but they should be ready to attack anyone or anything that tries to get to Transylsvasmia. The cameras are a little bit 'outdated', but they should still work well enough."

Gunmor rubbed his hands together. "Excellent! We should use bring the big screen into the Castlesvasmia and enjoy the show from there. "Vlad, help the slaves grab the equipment to the castle." Vlad nodded nervously before floating off. However, Gunmor gave a devilish smile and as soon as Vlad was right behind him, he decided to shout in his monster voice, "AND BE QUICK ABOUT IT, YOU SPINELESS WIMP!"

fell on the ground from surprise, screaming like a girl. "Y-y-yes, my lord!" And he flew off as fast as he could.

Gunmor chuckled. "I think I might have a little more fun with a more scaredy Vlad." Mina grimaced at Gunmor's bullying of Vlad, even when he was the one who helped Mina win the fight (however indirectly he might have done so). "Now, let me see; we've got the shields, the army, the cameras, the death traps. So, what else do we need….oh yes!" Gunmor turned to Cinnamon, who was still slamming the eel on the ground. "Oh best buddy!"

"Yeah, best buddy!" Cinnamon bun answered, looking at Gunmor but not ceasing his fish smacking. "You wanna a little piece of this action?!"

"Uh…maybe later," Gunmor answered, dismissively. "I just wanted to ask if you managed to leave those 'bread crumbs' for Finn and Jake to follow"

"Hahahahahaha! Sure did, best buddy!" CB answered. "They'll be all over that stuff like…uuuuuh…a koala on a porpoise carcass!"

"Nice work, buddy," Gunmor said, patting CB'S sugar wheel of a body. He then proceeded to chuckle evilly, twiddling his fingers. "And when those boobs find themselves in my web of puzzles and monstrosities, Marceline will follow their scent. And when she finds this place…" He pretended to hug her. "I will convince her that everything is just peachy keen…" He made a stabbing gesture. "Before impaling her right in her greasy black heart! Finally, I will have revenge against the traitorous heck-cat!" He made his loudest and most maniacal laugh yet, of which went on for a long time, with Cinnamon Bun eventually joining in on the fun. "Ok," Gunmor finally said. "This is getting old," He shooed Cinnamon Bun away with a gesture. "You run along and just…keep doing what you're doing, best buddy, and I am going to do what I shoulda done earlier. As Cinnamon Bun left his initial spot to leave for another spot not 10 feet away to smash the eel on the ground some more, Gunmor whistled to get the attention of Mr. Cupcake, Chocoberry and Lollipop Lass. Mr. Cupcake and Lollipop turned into a makeshift chair while Chocoberry filed his nails. "Aww, this is the life. Now, to the castle, you fools!" the candy chair moved up the path to Castlesvasmia. He turned to Mina. "Mina, why don't you sit down next to me in my new 'sweet ride' and we can cuddle up to the castle to together, hmm?" He puckered his lips and made a "finger walk" gesture across Mr. Cupcake's head.

Mina furrowed her brow at that and after eyeing the nasty, clammy glimmer of the Candy people's sugary epidermises, she said, "Thank you for the kind offering, my lord, but I think I would prefer to float."

Gunmor shrugged. "Eh, suit yourself. But you don't know what you're missing out on." He reclined his head on Lollypop Lass's face, who spat out his hair when he did so, and he closed his eyes, giving a satisfied smile.

However, little did the Vampire King know was that Peppermint Butler managed to escape from his restraints and hide behind the box he arrived in, listening to every word spoken and seeing every action unfold? "Oh dear sweet Margarine Margret III! This is far more serious than I thought!" He went back behind the box, and chanted a spell to turn himself invisible. "I have to save the princess, but in order to do so…" he rubbed a solvent on himself. "I'll have to be incognito and undetectable. I'm up against Vampires, after all!" He gave deep breath before finally saying, "Dark Arts, don't fail me now!" He tried to jump across the box, but his short legs kept him from jumping too high, and instead he slipped over the box. Gunmor turned his head, lazily, towards the box, which caused Peppermint Butler to freeze in place on the ground to avoid detection. However after barely two seconds of scanning with his eyes and ears and sniffing the air, Gunmor simply shrugged, and went back to his relaxed state. Peppermint Butler quietly stood up and tiptoed towards a building, putting his back to the wall and wiping minty sweat from his brow. "Phew. That was close." He looked up to Castlesvasmia, with renewed determination. "Don't worry, Princess. I'll save you."